My boyfriend and I were very much in the
‘lust’ stage of our relationship when we discovered he was going to move
away. We had sex everywhere and it was a rare occasion that I wasn’t
trussed up in full lingerie – matching pants, bra and suspenders – for
our date nights.
So when he was accepted on a university course in Paris
for a year, I was gutted. It seemed that we hadn’t been together long
enough for us to make it work long distance, so I just assumed we would
break up.
But he wanted us to try and make it work
by visiting each other, and finding other ways to satisfy ourselves
while we were apart. We had been sexting a while when he suggested sex
over Skype. I wasn’t sure. I didn’t feel like I’d look that great on
camera – mainly because when he floated the idea I was wearing a grey
hoodie, with yellow Super Noodle stains down the front. “Take it off,”
he said, and I obliged as he stripped off his T-shirt (also grey, also
stained). Our matching outfits and the horrible strip lighting in our
rooms were not sexy. I had to put a stop to it and hung up feeling
awkward, annoyed and also really horny – the lack of actual physical
contact was really beginning to get to me.
So a couple of days later I came prepared:
I spent the afternoon getting ready as if I was going on a proper night
out, lit candles and put on my favourite underwear set, which I hid
under a black bath robe. My boyfriend had absolutely no idea what I had
in mind, and after our initial catch-up I flung it off. He looked so
excited that I was turned on straight away – I hadn’t seen that hungry
look in his eyes for months.
I began to
run my fingers down my neck, and softly stroke my breasts in front of
him, while describing a particularly hot night that we’d had last time
we were together. I actually surprised myself by how quickly I got into
it – and I didn’t feel insecure in the slightest. Even glancing at
myself in the tiny window at the corner of the screen didn’t put me off.
The
lighting was perfect and I have to say, I looked good. I got so wet
watching him pull off his clothes and as he begun to tug at himself. Sex
itself is usually so focused on the physical sensations that I had
never taken time to appreciate how hot it is to watch someone you know
so well get themselves off in front of you.
As we both began to reach our climax, with
each of us describing our wildest sexual fantasies to each other, I
shut my eyes, so I couldn’t even see him, only hear his heavy breathing,
as he moaned my name. The whole thing was just so much more sensual
than I ever could have imagined. It wasn’t comparable to skin-on-skin
sex, just different in a good way. Plus, there was the added benefit of
me knowing exactly how to bring myself to my best orgasm.
I
pretended it was his hands touching me as I came. Afterwards we both
just looked at each other – and laughed. I think the experience
surpassed both our expectations. And we certainly made time for plenty
more Skype sessions for the rest of the year.
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