Ch. 5: Fun at a Distance

The next morning, Sarah's alarm clock, set at an impossibly early time, cruelly wakes me from my slumbers. She has to head out of town for two days of client meetings and will not be back until very late Friday evening. In a sudden bout of groggy solidarity, I get up as well. We have no time for friskiness, unfortunately, so I make us breakfast using the limited contents of Sarah's fridge and cupboards while she showers, gets dressed, and packs her suitcase.

We then have some time together at the breakfast table. We drink her horrible instant coffee and eat some all-time breakfast classics: toast with scrambled eggs and toast with marmalade.

"What will you be doing while I am out?" Sarah asks me.

"Apart from pining for your return, you mean? Work, I guess. There is teaching to prepare, and I have a class on Friday. And there is a deadline for a grant proposal coming up." The main task of any scientist is securing funds for the actual sciencing, so there's always a deadline for a grant proposal looming on the horizon to keep me occupied. "Oh yes, I'm going out with the lads tonight for a pint, maybe catch a film. Don't worry, I won't be bored without you. I might miss you though," I tell her honestly.

"I will probably be so busy, I'll hardly have time to breathe, let alone miss you," she teases me. "Oh shit, is that the time? I need to run!"

And then there's just enough time for a long-drawn-out kiss before she makes her way to the train station. While I clean up our breakfast, make her bed and air her bedroom, and then let myself out, I feel exhilarated but also slightly anxious. Two nights together and already I am head over heels... My phone pings. I check WhatsApp and find a message from Sarah: "Missing you already" and a heart emoji. I feel my heart do a somersault and immediately write back.

Mid-morning, at work, there's another message.

"Keep thinking about last night -- Already had to go wank in the loo once." Blushing face emoji, drops of water emoji, heart emoji.

I type my answer right away. "You naughty minx. If I'd caught you masturbating, I'd have given you the punishment you deserve..." Hand emoji, peach emoji, blowing a kiss emoji.

Her answer follows immediately. "Am I not allowed to masturbate, Sir?" Shocked face emoji -- you know, the wide-eyed one, and a crying emoji.

"Oooh, an invitation to play," I think, and there is a flutter in my stomach. "You're allowed to masturbate, pet," I write back. "But you will have to tell me you're doing it. No masturbating in secret."

"No masturbating without permission. Yes Sir." Saluting emoji.

No masturbating without permission? That's not what I said, I think to myself. I decide to let it slide. If Sarah wants to up the ante, I can certainly live with that.

The rest of the day goes by uneventfully. I try to keep my mind on my work, and there is indeed a lot to do. I keep checking my phone for more messages about masturbating or other subjects from Sarah, but I know it's useless. She'll be stuck in meetings all day.

Early evening, when I have just finish eating, Sarah calls me. Apparently, she's in her hotel room, with fifteen minutes of breathing time before dinner.

"I would like to masturbate now, Sir," she tells me demurely when I pick up.

"Do you, pet? I thought you already had an orgasm this morning."

"I did, Sir, but I need more..." she says with a little whine in her voice. "Please! Can I masturbate?"

"Tell me what you are wearing, pet?"

"Nothing, I'm on my hotel bed in just my naughty thong knickers and heels, just as you like me, Sir," she answers huskily. "Wait...."

Ping! My phone goes, and there's a blurry picture of her near-naked body. I can just make out her gorgeous tits. I don't know how she has managed to take such an unclear picture. It's quite difficult with modern smartphone cameras, but she has pulled it off.

"Thank you, pet. I needed that. You can touch yourself now, but you must describe to me what you are doing."

"Hmmm, Sir, thank you..." I hear her breathing increase, and a small moan escapes from her lips. "I am caressing my tits, imagining you doing it... I know you love my tits, Sir."

"I do, pet. They are fabulous."

"Thank you, Sir. Ohhh... I'm pinching my nipples... Now my fingers are sliding under the waistband of my thong, I... Hmmm... I am touching my pussy lips... I'm wet, Sir, very wet for you..." I hear her moan softly into the telephone as she describes to me how she is rubbing her clit.

"Stop touching yourself." I tell her. She whines in frustration. "Get on your knees. Present yourself." I hear a rustling noise as she changes into the required position. "Spank yourself once, pet." I hear a smack resound through the phone speaker.

"Again. And harder."

Smack! "Ohh," she moans.

"I wish I could paddle you, pet."

"I have a hairbrush, Sir, shall I use it?"

"Go ahead, pet." Another rustling sound as she fetches her hairbrush.

Thwack! "Ow, fuck! Ouch, that hurts."

"Let the hairbrush be, Sarah. No bruising. I want your behind unblemished for the next time you will go over my lap."

"Yes Sir." Relief in her voice.

"Ten more spanks. You can use your hand. Count them."

Smack! "One, Sir." Smack! "Two, Sir."

"Play with yourself while you spank your bum."

"I'll have to put the phone down, Sir... Right...." Smack! "Three, Sir." Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! She is moaning quite loudly at each smack now. Soon she reaches ten.

"Hmmmm... Sir.... Please...." she moans loudly into the microphone.

"Tell me what you are doing, pet," I order her.

"I am on my knees, Sir, bum in the air... The phone lies in front of me... Ohhh.... I am playing with myself, reaching back between my legs... Hmmmm... Oh, it feels so good.... Please Sir, I'm so close.... Ohhhhh.... Please... Can I come?"

"Yes, pet. You may come." With a loud cry, Sarah comes. I hear her collapse onto her phone, panting "thank you thank you thank you..."

She takes a few seconds to recover. "God, I needed that."

"How's your day been, Sarah? Apart from all the masturbating," I ask her.

"It's been great! We're making so much progress. People keep giving me compliments how I'm so relaxed and in control all of a sudden. That's your fault, do you know that? I'm just perpetually horny. There's no room in my mind for insecurities or tension."

"I'm glad I could be of service then. And what's on for tonight?"

"A seriously fancy dinner with all the key stakeholders here. I'll send you a picture of the gown I've rented -- I need to go full battle mode for this. You're going to love it; there's quite a bit of cleavage."

"Yeah, I'd love to see you in full battle mode," I grin.

"And you? How is your day?"

"Oh, fine, same old, same old. You know, my work... it's a bit boring. I love my students, and their stories, but all the rest... It's always the same old treadmill." The realisation hits me as a punch in the gut when I admit this to Sarah. I have been bored by much of my life for a long time now; I have just never felt the freedom to truly admit it, not even to myself. The creativity I feel with Sarah suddenly makes me painfully aware of how stale my everyday activities feel. "This might be your... Well not fault... I'm having so much fun with you that I suddenly realise how uncreative much of my life has become."

"I am sorry to hear that, Alex," Sarah tells me.

"Yeah, but it's good I can finally admit that, right? Opens up opportunities for change? Anyway, I can't keep you occupied, can I now. You've got key stakeholders to sway with your stunning cleavage. And I am going to the pub and fight off all the sexy women trying to get me to spank them."

She laughs. "Yeah, you save that spanking energy for me, Sir. Oh fuckity fuck, is that the time? Sorry love, I've got to... Well, I need fresh knickers and a shower, and then..."

"And then you stun them all with your fabulous tits. Go get them, tiger!"

"I love you, Alex." She says it softly. It's the first time she has dared express this new feeling, and I feel a flutter of happiness in my stomach.

"I love you too, Sarah. Have a wonderful evening."

"You too..." And we hang up. Five minutes later, I receive a picture of her standing in front of her hotel room mirror, blowing me a kiss in what is indeed a very expensive-looking dress that does everything to accentuate her ample bust. I get hard just looking at her cleavage.

"Poor stakeholders, they won't stand a chance," I think with just the slightest pang of jealousy.

When I come back from the pub late that evening, I check my phone once more before I go to sleep. There are three unread WhatsApp messages from Sarah. Fifteen minutes ago, she sent me a heart emoji, and the text "In bed, touching myself again... Thinking of you".

Ten minutes ago: "Please Sir, may I come?"

Two minutes ago: "Please..." and then the 'bawling your eyes out' emoji, you know, with the rivers of water coming out of the eyes. I notice how she has taken my order not to masturbate without telling me and raised it even further to not coming without permission. I remember wondering if this may be one of her biggest turn-ons -- because every time she was about to orgasm last week, she has obediently asked me for my approval. I make a mental note for myself to talk to her about this at the earliest opportunity. You know, the "discuss things in advance and get consent" issue again.

The new insight makes me horny as hell, so I decide to play along. "Hello pet. Good to see you're being a good girl, not coming without permission." I write back, and I add a 'forbidden' traffic sign emoji.

The answer arrives almost instantaneously. "Please Sir!!!" Three exclamation marks. She must be desperate.

I wait one more delicious minute. "You may now come", I then text.

Only thirty seconds later, she sends me "Thank you thank you", blushing emoji, lips emoji. Then, another twenty seconds later: "Love you and miss you".

"Love you too, miss you like crazy -- sleep tight!"

When I wake up the next morning, she's already texted me. "I need to be with you. But I will return home very late. After 1AM..."

I text her back right away. "I'll drop a spare key in your letterbox. If you want, you can come to me and cuddle up when you come back, however late. You can keep the key, so you can always come home to me, whatever the time."

And so she does. I am already in deep sleep, but I wake up when she joins me in bed, gloriously naked, pressing her body against mine. "Hi," she says, and she kisses me. She tastes of toothpaste and vanilla. I, I'm afraid, taste of bedroom, but she doesn't seem to mind.

Then, we have 'vanilla' sex for the first time. She pulls down my boxers and fondles my behind while we kiss. I'm already hard, and she has not been lying about being perpetually horny. She is very wet, needy and demanding. She unceremoniously pulls me on top of her so I can enter her right away. We fuck, kissing and caressing, holding each other as tight as we can. My pelvis bone rubs against her clit, bringing her to orgasm quickly, and I follow soon after. I hold her, my softening cock still deep inside her, and that is how we fall asleep. "Welcome home, sweetheart," I whisper before I drift off.