In my worst nightmare, masturbation is a sin and I would be robbed of magical moments such as what I experienced this morning.
Naked and wrapped in my white sheets, I propped my phone up with one hand near my pussy. I spread my knees and with my other hand I moved my little pink buzzing thing around and around on my plump, clean-shaven skin.
My phone, delicately balanced near the action, had action of its own flashing on the screen. It was The Neighbor from almost two years ago; a video of him doing wonderfully debased, sinful things to himself.
Video #1 started off with him laying in his bed and when it panned down I could see him in a pair of my black lace panties. I remembered the catch in my breath when I first saw it all those months ago, far away in San Francisco, it was the same this morning. Video #1 ended with him taking an enormous erection gingerly out of the lace basket it’d been straining against.
I kept buzzing as I switched to video #2, the cat readjusted himself on the pillow above my head, I hit Play.
Instantly, I heard him call my name, “Hyacinth, Hyacinth, fuck me, Hyacinth.” My arousal lurched forward and I slid the movie cursor back and listened to him call my name out over and over and over.
Hyacinth, Hyacinth, fuck me, Hyacinth. Hyacinth, Hyacinth, fuck me, Hyacinth. Hyacinth, Hyacinth, fuck me, Hyacinth.
I watched his hand blur and heard the telltale smacking sound of his arousal, my breath caught, my eyes closed.
One more quick rewind and I finally came with him. Thick, milky jizz spurted out towards the lens and I cried out and arched my back.
I sent him a picture from my morning and said I wished I could have sent him a picture of me masturbating to him jerking off.
He suggested a webcam, but I just laughed. I’d much rather have an extra set of hands in the room to help me capture a moment such as this. Any volunteers??