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took about ten minutes of him cajoling before I gave in. His reasoning? I'd email him about it anyway, so why not cut corners and tell him now.
    “Okay, close your eyes.”
    “Er… I’m in a different continent from you. On a telephone,” he reminded me.
    I pouted. “Don’t be rude. I won’t do it otherwise.”
    “Fine, fine, my controlling little darling. Eyes closed.”
    I exhaled noisily. I closed my eyes myself and thought about the little fantasy that always crossed my mind whenever I did have time to myself.
    “Okay, so I'm getting ready for a fashion show. I've been fitting models all day, and I'm finally on the last one. The work stations are just above the shop, on the main street. You can see people walking past from the windows.”
    “Is this what you do all day? Take inside leg measurements from fake tanned models?”
    “In my dream world, yes, I do,” I told him sternly. “It's a fantasy, remember?”
    “Got it. Please tell me you're wearing something completely impractical?” His question had such a naughty lilt to it, I found myself grinning.
    “A little blue sundress that reaches halfway down my thighs, if not a little bit shorter.”
    “If you bent over, would I see underwear?”
    I giggled. “Definitely.”
    “Like it, carry on.”
    “I'm fitting the last model; everyone else has gone home. It's just the two of us in the workroom. I've got to make the trousers fit, around the thighs, so I'm eye level with his crotch.”
    “Are you touching yourself?”
    I released the tie on one side of my hips. “Wait. Now I am. I can see he's getting turned on, because his cock is pressing against the buttons.” In my head, the model is a slightly older version of Ryan, without the wetsuit on, but the trousers are low enough for me to see the “v” shape that cuts his lower torso and below the waist line. “I'm tempted, really tempted to lean forward and put my mouth on him, see what he'd feel like in my mouth. I stop myself because I don't know him. And I've got work to do. He tells me I'm far too stressed, and I should relax. I tell him I don't have time to relax. He starts taking the trousers off, forgetting that I've just pinned everything in place, but he doesn't seem to care. He says he wants to help me just calm down. He sits me on my work station, spreading my legs.” I can envision my workroom, dark in the evening light, the distant sound of traffic, scraps of material over the floor, the model's skin starkly pale against my open thighs...
    “What can he see?” Ryan asked me in a low voice.
    “I'm wearing white cotton underwear. It has a little pink trim, and he touches it, and I can see him laughing in his eyes. He knows I'm wet.” I released another breath as my words sent a pulse straight to my pussy. I slid my fingers over myself and was slightly surprised by my own moistness.
    “Don't stop,” Ryan demanded. “Carry on.”
    My breath came out on a shake, while my eyes closed tighter. “He tells me to say out loud the letters he's going to draw over me. And he hooks my underwear to the side; his thumb brushes over my pussy as he spreads my lips and traces a letter right over my clit.”
    “Holy fuck,” Ryan whispered.
    “He has his hand on my thighs, keeping them apart so I can't close them against him. I can feel his mouth against me when he reminds me to say the letters out loud. He can't hear me, he says. I can't help myself. I like how his tongue feels on me, all wet and rough and hard. My pussy keeps pulling at empty air...”
    Ryan growled, “It needs a cock, doesn't it?”
    “Yes.” I sighed, rubbing faster, my clit trapped between two fingers. “I don't even know what I'm spelling, because I start to come, I can feel myself wetting my own panties, covering the model's chin... He stands up, and with two fingers hooked into my panties, he shoves his cock deep into me. Ahhh, he starts fucking me, he has one hand on the work station so he can do it harder. He leans