Butterfly's Year

52. London

I finally gave in to my sweetheart's insistence and allowed myself to be packed onto a plane to the UK.

The visit to London was as sweet as candy. Mum was happy at last, as happy as ever. Tommy literally carried her in his arms and if he could, he would have removed every last pebble from her path. They looked wonderful and infected everyone around them with an aura of happiness and love. Even I managed to barely think about all the problems that had been bothering me so much lately during the day. In the evenings, however, I would fall into bed exhausted. Every day was filled with activities, as if it was a well thought out plan to take away all my worries and prevent me from thinking about them.

On the seventh evening after my arrival, I jumped into the hot tub as usual. Already showing signs of fatigue, I dragged myself out of the still-steaming water, but was awakened by a message from my lover on my smartphone screen.

Victor: How do you like it?

Paulina: I've just had a bath. And you?

Victor: Nothing much. I'm sitting at my desk. I miss you.

I smiled into the phone and before I could write back, another message came in from Victor.

Victor: I want to be close to you now.

I smiled even wider.

Paulina: And if you were here? What would you have done?

I sent the message and while I waited for an answer I lay down on the luxurious bed between the pillows.

Victor: I would take you to a quiet place where no one would disturb us....

I settled more comfortably between the pillows and let my imagination run wild in the direction Victor was planning.

Paulina: And then what?

Viktor: Then I would take off all your clothes. I would see if you were wet.

Victor: Then I would grab your beautiful breasts. I would run my cock over them....

Victor: And I would enter you and fuck you very hard.

Victor: I know you like it that way.

I twisted from my back to my stomach and squeezed my legs together and there was a vortex in my lower abdomen which of course echoed in my crotch in an instant.

Paulina: The first three messages were enough to make me wet.... If you were here, I'd never let you out again. And in the morning I'd give you a good ice cream. That's when it tastes the best.

Victor: I'd like to give you a good morning orgasm.

I felt myself getting wetter and wetter. A new wave of heat hit my cheeks and my heart pounded in my chest with excitement.

Paulina: I think I'm going to give it to myself. You have such a strong effect on me... Although I'd be much happier if you did.

Victor: Show me. I want to see you come thinking of me. I want to hear you.

With my heart beating faster and faster I spread my legs, turned on the recording and dipped my fingers into my wet pussy and then moved them over my clit. I switched on the first recording, speeding up my hand movements. The more Victor told me how much he liked me, the more I missed it, so I put even more attention into my caresses.

I sent another video and another and with each video Victor's pleasure made me not want to stop the fun too soon. I felt that I was inevitably approaching the peak of my pleasure, so I deliberately rubbed my clit slower and slower. I didn't want to come yet, but I didn't want to stop to give myself more time. I drove myself crazy in anticipation of the orgasm, delaying it as long as possible, until finally the wonderful weight that had been building up between my legs for so long spilled over and swept through my whole body in a wave of unearthly pleasure.

I sent out the last shot and sank back onto the pillows of the bed, smiling to myself. The wonderfully blissful feeling of lightness and fulfilment was enhanced by another message from Victor.

Paulina: Now I want you even more. I'm wet, post-orgasmic, sensitive. It would be uncanny.

I smiled at the phone screen and got up reluctantly. I stood in front of the bathroom mirror and washed my hot face and décolleté with cold water, trying to cool it down somehow, but it didn't work for long because the phone beeped again.

Victor: It's not just you. I get so turned on when I know you're wet thinking about me. I want to hear you moan with every thrust. And most of all I want to come in your mouth right now.

A wave of heat swept through my body and my knees bent slightly underneath me. I really wanted to have him at my fingertips.

Paulina: If you fuck me now, you can come wherever you want.

Victor: In my favourite place?

Paulina: If you only wanted to ....

Victor: I want to do it as soon as you get back.

The little creature that lived inside me did a somersault and I leaned my hands on the top of the sink. At that moment I would have been ready to accept anything he offered me, as long as I could be alone with him in this room.

Paulina: God, how I wish you were here now.

Victor: Believe that I would too. To kiss your skin. To suck your beautiful breasts. To fuck you from behind and hold your hair. To be on top of you and watch your breasts bounce with every thrust....

A little fire flared up between my legs again. I wanted so badly for him to be the one to do it now. For him to spread my legs wide and slide into me without any foreplay.

Paulina: If I wasn't in this London right now, I'd already be all yours. In what I'm wearing.

Victor: And what are you wearing?

Paulina: A black dressing gown.

Victor: Let me see.

With my heart beating faster and faster, I stood up in front of the mirror and took a picture.

Viktor: Show your breasts.

I smiled at the smartphone screen and threw the thin fabric off my shoulders with all my speed, revealing my breasts.

Viktor: They look delicious. Touch them. Massage them for me.

Without hesitation, I complied with his request and sent him the video.

Paulina: I'm standing in front of this sink and I would be overjoyed if you would stand behind me.

Victor: I would love to.

My excitement had reached a climax. I wanted to touch him, feel him with me and make love to him.

Paulina: I need you here. I will miss your arms tonight. Good night beast.

Victor: Oh, how I would like to touch you now. Good night, Snowflake. Dream of me.

I smiled at this news. But how I would like him to be here now. To feel him glide inside me. To moan with every thrust... At that moment I wanted him more than ever and the distance between us only intensified it.

Excited to the limit, I pulled on my black dressing gown and danced out of the bathroom. But as soon as I crossed the threshold, my heart leapt into my throat.

I stood face to face with a man dressed in black, completely unknown to me, with a predatory stare that I knew only too well from my special adventures with men.

–  Well, you're having a good time with your boyfriend so far away,' he said as if nothing had happened, smiling lewdly. - I wish I had a girlfriend like that. It's a shame I have to eliminate you.