"Are you touching yourself?"
Her bottom lip disappeared between her teeth. "Mhmm, I want you to touch me."
"Well, Baby, I'm not there, so you're gonna have to touch yourself for both of us."
She grumbled and leaned forward in her chair, resting her elbows on the desk in front of her. She spent many evenings talking to Jake tucked away in their home office.
Together, they had decided the office walls should be top-to-bottom shelves to store their extensive book collection and trinkets from their travels. Jake even surprised her with an antique library ladder that was both functional and decorative. The desk faced the wall of floor-to-ceiling windows that looked into the secluded backyard. She loved natural light—Jake sometimes teased her about being a plant.
In the evenings, she preferred soft lighting, so only the desktop lamp was glowing. The sky was nodding into darkness as the hands on the clock ticked closer to twelve.
"Where should I touch myself?" she inquired, leaning back into her chair.
"What are you wearing?" Jake asked from the other end of the line.
Her lips pulled into a seductive smile. "I had two in-home consults, so a high-waist, midi pencil skirt and v-neck t-shirt that I paired with a moto jacket." Jake loved fashion, and Jake loved when she described fashion.
"What's underneath?"
Her smirk tightened. "Well, I thought I was going to see my husband tonight, so I chose a lacy set." A short gasp from the other end of the line. "It's lavender. You always tell me it compliments my skin tone."
"I wish I were there." His sentiment was genuine.
"I do, too."
"Think about me." Jake paused. "Think about me when I return from a deployment. When I walk into the house. When you see me for the first time in weeks—sometimes months."
She closed her eyes and leaned back into her plush leather chair. A soft moan flitted into the receiver as she envisioned Jake swaggering into their house in his service khakis. His perfectly tailored uniform, hugging his toned thighs and taught biceps.
There was no way that their tailor didn't chuckle every time she had to stitch buttons back onto Jake's uniform shirts. She knew how those buttons came off, and it wasn't by accident.
Her thighs squeezed together as she thought about the last time she ripped Jake's shirt off him.
"God, I wish I were there to peel off your skirt." Jake disrupted her thoughts. "Unzip it for me, Baby."
The need in his voice made her smile reappear. "I'm sliding the zipper down right now," she began the play-by-play. Cradling the phone between her shoulder and her ear, she pushed back her chair to stand and tugged the structured fabric down her hips. "It's on the floor." Her hand slipped between her legs. "My panties are damp, thinking about you," she told Jake. She heard Jake curse while she situated herself back in her chair.
"I'm sitting on the edge of the chair. I needed more room to spread my legs. I think I'll leave my panties on..." Once she got into it, she was in to it. Jake loved having phone sex with her. Of course, nothing could replace his hard cock being sheathed by her warm, tight pussy, but listening to her descriptive masterbating was a nice holdover.
Jake was thankful he was about to pull into the driveway. He couldn't remember the last time his pants were this uncomfortably tight in the crotch. But he was so close. She was just rooms away.
