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explain." Then she peered more intently at the green light, imagining she could see him, eye-to-sexy-eye. "Are you ready?"

    She envisioned him—drawing the image from the photo on the bookshelves—sitting behind his desk, getting hard for her. The thought nearly took
    her breath—everything about this was utterly overwhelming. In fact, she feared if she thought too hard about what she was doing, she might get
    scared again and back out. So instead, she simply began, reaching both hands up to cup the lower halves of her breasts.

    They were heavy, ful and round in her palms. She imagined her flyboy groaning at the sight of her touching herself for him and wished she could
    hear it. Wished again that she could see him, just like he could see her.

    She closed her eyes and gave her lower lip a smal , sensual nibble, imagining how grand it would be if he sat right across the room from her. The
    camera should provide a sense of safety—and maybe it did, maybe the distance between herself and her voyeur was the one factor that al owed
    her to do this. Yet at the same time, she wanted him nearer, wanted him here.

    Watch me, she thought as she tweaked her nipples through the lace that barely concealed them. She then massaged them ful y, wishing for his hands, thinking of his cock doing what he'd said this morning— gliding between the plump mounds of flesh.

    Watch me, she thought as she slipped her fingertips into both red cups, lowering them just enough to free the beaded pink peaks. Her face
    warmed at revealing them to him again. She remembered how "fucking beautiful" he thought they were and toyed with her hardened nipples, letting the sensation trickle through her, al the way to her lacy panties, making her pussy quiver.

    Oh yes, watch me, baby, watch me. She ran her hands down over the smooth curves of her stomach, sliding them over the lace at her hips, letting her fingers splay onto her thighs. Moving slow but never stopping, she parted her legs, let her hands glide inward, both of them sweeping firmly over
    her crotch before drawing back to the panties' top edge.

    Do you want to see me? See my pussy? She kept the words inside, but her own hunger to show him, to be this other entity, to release this other part of herself she was just now discovering with such shock, drove her. She'd never known she was such a dirty girl. She'd never known such
    forbidden fires burned inside her.

    But burn they did—hotter and hotter with each passing second, she discovered—until she rose to her feet, squarely facing the camera, then
    smoothly lowered her panties over her hips, down her thighs, pul ing damp lace from in between, then pushing the thong past her knees. The fabric
    fel to her ankles, al owing her to step free of it, at which point she turned around and bent at the waist, bracing her hands on the back of the sofa, letting him look at her from behind. Instinct led her to lift first one knee onto the couch, then the other, parting her legs slightly, arching her ass toward him.

    You wanted to see me so badly—well, here I am, baby.

    Look at me. Look at my pussy.

    At that moment, it was the greatest part of her, fil ed with need and want and a raw hunger that knew no shame.
    Oh God, she wanted him back there, behind her, wanted to feel his hands on her ass, his hard shaft pushing its way inside. Without forethought, she
    looked over her shoulder, into the camera, and said, "If you were here right now, I'd beg you to take me like this. To fuck me hard and deep."

    A thousand miles away, he watched her, mesmerized—and spoke back to the screen even though he knew she couldn't hear. "Aw, baby— you're
    so fucking hot." His cock jutted from his open pants and his fist wrapped warm around it.

    He'd spent a few sad, lonely minutes thinking she real y wasn't going to show, that he'd real y had al of her he was going to get—and then, when he'd been just about to give up and walk away, she'd appeared in that pretty and