Speed-d(omin)ating - Pt. 03

May.

The air outside was getting warmer with each day passing by. Flowers in the street, in strangers' hands, flowers in the eyes of everyone.

Violet was out of town for the whole week, for work. She had long meetings, lots of people to talk to, she usually finished her day in absolute exhaustion. Only one thing took her mind off work during the day : her texts with Victor.

They had started texting more and more, sometimes just talking about their day, about life, about the music they listened to, a memory from college or childhood, or their favorite spot in town to read a book. Yet, most of the time, they simply ended up sending only hot texts. They couldn't resist it, the temptation of every normal conversation leading to a sexting session was too immense for both of them.

One day, Violet was at an unimportant meeting, with lots of people sitting across large office tables. She didn't have anything to say or present, and she had a lot of space away from her neighbours, so she felt like she could text without too much trouble. During this meeting, she started asking Victor :

- So, what did you do with the pair of socks I left at your place?

- I have to admit, I washed them yesterday, I felt bad for them, they were really dry and filthy on the floor. That way they'll be clean when you come back.

- Oh that's too bad...

- I knew you'd say that haha but I think I've had my fun enough when I had them in my mouth the other day...

- Oh, I am almost disappointed. You could have done so much with them... Using them now, now that they're clean, it would be such a waste... Why didn't you touch yourself when you saw them on the floor? You didn't think of me when you saw them? You didn't masturbate thinking about me?

- I wouldn't have done it without your authorisation, Violet...

Violet was checking around her if anyone was looking over her shoulder, but the road seemed clear. As the meeting wore on, her excitement grew with every text sent to Victor. She could feel her sex getting wetter simply when imagining where she wanted to take Victor today.

On his part, Victor was alone at home. He had ordered pizza and was waiting for the delivery guy to ring at his door. He was in his bed, and the arousal was slowly kicking in. The teasing by Violet made him harder and harder with every minute. Violet accelerated the tempo :

- Okay, I have to admit, I have a surprise for you. I don't know how you'll like it, I hope you'll enjoy it haha.

- You have my attention... What is it?

- Okay, we're gonna play a game. The surprise is somewhere in your bedroom. If you're there, we can start playing : tell me where you are in the bedroom and I'll tell you if you're close to finding the surprise or not.

- Oh my, another one of your games to control me... What a fool I am to fall in your trap... Okay, I'm in my bed, I'm too lazy to move, am I near the surprise?

- Haha, no, not really, you're cold... Try again!

Victor got up, excited by this new game. He went to his window.

- I'm by the window, still cold?

- Oh, so so cold, my, you're freezing cold! Get away from there, quick before you get sick.

Victor felt stupid laughing at her texts, moving through his bedroom, but couldn't enjoy the moment more.

- Okay, okay, I'm at the door, anything to find here?

- Hmm, not really, you're not cold, but not really hot either...

- By the nighstand?

- Oh, getting warmer, you're doing good, keep going...

- Is it in my closet?

- Oh, you're burning hot Victor, almost there...

Victor was excited and scared as to what he might find in his wardrobe. Violet, on the other hand, couldn't help but smile at his texts, even though she wasn't sure if he'd enjoy the surprise or if he would find her weird.

- Should I look in the top drawer?

- Oh no, you're back to cold again I fear...

- Middle drawer?

- Getting hotter...

- Bottom drawer?

- Bingo! You're a volcano ready to burst, one last look...

Victor opened the drawer, excited and apprehensive about what he would find there. At the back of his drawer, he found an unknown small piece of red clothing...

- Oh my, is that one of your skirts? That's nice, why did you leave it there haha?

Violet was very amused by the situation, relieved by his reaction, and decided to continue her little plan. She ignored his question to guide him through the next steps she had in mind :

- No shh, Sexy is going to get in his bed, take off his clothes and he is going to wrap this skirt around his penis now...

- Violet, this is very exciting but I can't, I have the delivery guy that's gonna arrive any minute now...

- Then Sexy should get started already... No order shall be questioned. Am I making myself clear?

Victor couldn't believe it. The situation was too difficult to handle rationally. He was extremely excited, his sex was hurting and twitching in his pants thinking about those messages from Violet, but he was so scared to be interrupted by the doorbell. He caressed the thin red skirt he had in his hands. The fabric was so soft, and overall, the skirt felt so tiny and delicate in his large hands... He couldn't think clearly.

- Okay, I will do so Violet.

He didn't think for too long and got undressed in the blink of an eye. He stopped suddenly before doing anything else. He wanted her to take full control. What did she want him to do specifically? How should he proceed with this gift?

- What am I to do precisely? I wouldn't want to do anything outside of your orders. I want my actions to be your orders.

This text made Violet tremble on her chair. She had so many ideas, this was the moment to unfold delicately everything that was in this gift. She sent text by text, minute after minute.

- That's very good. Obey. Let all control to me. Don't touch yourself just yet, just take my skirt and smell it, smell how it smells like me.

Victor let Violet possess him, nothing else mattered. He took the skirt and slowly brushed it on his face, on his cheeks and on his nose, on his mouth and on his closed eyes. The smell was so special and intense, as he sensed it, he immediately recognised it. He pictured Violet there with him, on him, her hands everywhere, her hair on his skin, her legs on his.

- Do you remember what I smell like? Do you remember the smell of my vagina lips, do you remember their taste in your mouth, how wet they were? Can you find those sensations in my skirt?

Victor's mind was beyond reality. Every sense in his body had become so fragile and sensitive to Violet's simple words. He didn't have to move a muscle, he was there on his bed, the skirt still spread out on his face, in a state of pure ecstasy imagining Violet grinding on him with her sex, pleasuring herself on him, him being there only for her orgasm. He was desperate to start touching himself, but then again, even without his hands, he was still getting close to orgasm.

- I had worn it that day without any panties underneath. Directly against my skin, I was sweating all day, and I was thinking about you. I was a bit embarrassed (still am a bit...) to do this, but I figured you'd enjoy it. The skirt was almost wet when I took it off for you to have afterwards. Can you still feel a bit of my humidity, from my sex, from my ass, from my hips?

Violet was completely absorbed by the situation, ignoring totally her environment, only imagining Victor under her control. She was picturing him in his room, completely mesmerised by this simple piece of clothing. This image concentrated every desire she had, and her excitement was reaching its peak. She was trying to conceal it, to stop shaking, to not touch her sex over her pants, but she wasn't really sure if she was discreet, knowing she was in a totally different world with Victor. She was trying to find the right words to finish this perfect moment with him.

- This is your reward for being so patient when I am away. I can't wait to see you again. Enjoy this present, Sexy, and pleasure yourself in this skirt thinking of me. Put it around your penis and stroke it nice and slow. Feel how the fabric fits, how soft every stroke feels, how my smell just envelops you completely, I'm here, I'm here with you when you cum in my red skirt.

Victor was flying above the sky. He took his time to place the skirt around his sex delicately, and grabbed it with one hand. He read, one, two, three, ten times her last text, and was on the edge. Slowly, he only had to make a few strokes, and he released all tension and all the pleasure accumulated over the last hour with all these texts. He came everywhere in the soft fabric, when he suddenly heard the doorbell ring.

At the same time, Violet didn't realise it, but she had her left hand on the zipper of her jeans, frantically pressing on it, and as she pictured Victor in her skirt, she also released the ecstasy of this secret mission between them. The image of Victor was still stuck in her head, as she reached orgasm with her hand applying small accelerated pressures on her sex through her jeans. She came back to reality when she realised the mess she had made... She wanted to see how Victor dealt with his own situation, yet she wanted to know how he felt about sending pictures, so she used their fruit safewords :

- Send me a picture when you're finished Sexy... (what kind of fruit for pictures?)

Victor had dealt with the delivery guy as best he could, with simple shorts to cover his leaking penis still wrapped in Violet's skirt. He smiled when he saw her text. He thought : even when she completely takes over, she still takes care. We still have balance between us, she lets me have my place, this feels very comfortable. Comfortable enough to answer :

- (Mango? I don't know, I don't feel like you'd want to see me right now! You should see what I looked like when I got my pizza...)

- (Haha, no worries, I completely understand the discomfort. Just know one thing, I won't judge you, never, and if you want to send me a picture of yourself at any moment, feel free to do so, it'll make me happy, whatever the picture or the situation. I'm never gonna use the image to degrade you or whatever.)

- (Thank you, it means a lot. Needless to say, the same goes for you, if you want to send any pics I'll gladly receive them)

Next thing he knew, he got on his phone a picture of the corporate meeting Violet was in, he could see part of the other people sitting across a very large table, but at the bottom of the picture he could also see the chair she was sitting on, wet with a small trace between her legs. Her jeans seemed a bit drenched, but thankfully they were dark enough to let the trace be unnoticeable. Yet the trace on the chair was neat. Violet added the following text :

- My current situation... any help on how I can get out of there?

Victor laughed out loud, and continued texting her all evening, and then till long at night, until only sleep could break the conversation. He couldn't believe what he was doing with her, how intense and how comfortable he felt.

Violet quickly got out of her meeting, feeling a bit embarrassed, but she made sure that no one saw her wet pants, and she cleaned her chair as best as she could. She continued texting Victor, and couldn't wait to come back to town to see him again. He was starting to take more space in her life than she was expecting, and even though that was scary, it was also more and more exciting...