[ It's an endearing sort of answer, he gives. It makes her smile wide, the fact that he's scared to upset her, because it means he cares (a lot, given that he's getting a little bolder with his words). ]
Yeah, you totally would. But that's okay, 'cuz I wanna look cute for you.
[ She says, affectionately. ]
I want you to see how nice my stockings are, and how good my ass looks in a thong when you bend me over. See how wet I am when you make me wait a little before fucking me.
[ Yeah, heβs definitely visibly flustered after she says that, and Lottie may be able to catch that he inhales sharply. He hadnβt anticipated that the same Lottie who was as visibly nervous as he was when theyβd first slept together would be so confident over the phone. But itβs certainly effective, because his pants are growing uncomfortably tight. ]
Itβs even more cruel that such a nice view is something I have to imagine, since Iβve never touched your true naked body.
[ He hums, working up the composure to continue. It helps that becoming more aroused by the minute means his inhibitions are slowly retreating. ]
But first, Iβd want to service you with my mouth while youβre bent over. You were very good to me last time. Iβd want to return the favor. [ He pauses, but his nervous pauses are getting shorter, at least. ] Are you comfortable right now?
[ Oh, she grins at that. Lottie doesn't consider it cruel, because if he wanted to smash he should've hit her up sooner (she'd say this playfully, cutely, of course). But she isn't mean, she doesn't want to be mean to Siegfried. Especially when he's been so kind to her, is trying his best for her, and she doesn't want him to feel nervous or have regrets. So she lets him talk, uses the time to admire herself in the mirror as she takes photos every so often.
But, also.. Service? This is the most polite and proper session of phone sex she's ever been in, and she is both impressed and aroused. ]
Are you asking if I'm laying down? Or if I like how you're talking to me?
[ And before he can reply, or even clarify, she continues, ]
Because I do. I think I very much like the idea of you eating me out. I dunno if I'd wanna cum on your face, though. [ There's a deliberate pause here, where Lottie just hums suggestively. ] Hmmm. Should I? What do you think? Would you like that?
[ Whatever Siegfried was initially going to reply with, that thought is immediately lost to the void, replaced with the erotic mental image of making Lottie squirm and climax with his mouth. His breath hitches in his throat, and it's audible enough that she can probably gather her words are very effective. ]
Yes, I would like that very much. Just imagining it is making it difficult to think straight.
[ She can't see him, but she'll be able to hear a bit of rustling on his end. He's unzipping his pants, slipping his hand beneath his undergarments, and slowly teasing himself. His voice is husky with desire. ]
Or keep my hands to myself. You don't mind, do you?
[ Oh, Lottie sure can hear that bit of rustling on his end. In fact, she deliberately stops breathing (she tries to stop thinking, too, but that one doesn't work as well when she's trying to imagine what he's doing) just to commit it to memory. His voice isn't particularly helping Lottie either, making her ability to speak short circuit because when has his voice ever sounded as sexy as that (when they had snake sex, Lottie!)?? ]
What girl would mind that?
[ And quickly she's finding it hard to say something cute or alluring, because he's touching himself and she just wants to hear him squirm and see him cum, and she just blanks entirely, as a result, until she just blurts out - ]
Y-you know.. Your hand felt really good on my tail. And on my body.. I liked how soft and warm and like, rough it was.
[ Ordinarily he might feel a bit ridiculous, pleasuring himself like this, but Lottie's apparent comfort, and how she seems perfectly at ease speaking dirty like this, lets him feel vulnerable enough to do this. His speech is peppered with a few soft moans, indicative of the fact that he is still stroking himself to her voice, to her telling him what she'd enjoyed when they'd last been together. ]
Hmm, I was thinking about that earlier, when you first sent those photos. About how I wish I could run my hands down your body and unwrap you myself. I hope you'll let me soon.
[ Good lord, he's doing it. Lottie mutes her mic to externally freak out about it, and smoothly unmutes herself when she's formulated a proper response - it's right between the bit about running his hands down her (hopefully human) body, and the part where he says he hopes she will let him. She especially likes that, just the insinuation of power, the trust. He wants her guidance and he wants her approval, and Lottie keens at that. Lets out a shuddery little breath, because it hits her particularly hard and she's a little more wet, and little more eager to send these photos.
So, she does. It's two: a full length photo of Lottie sporting the easiest corset one woman can tie by herself, a thong, her garter and stockings. Her pretty lavender heels are discarded by the second, mostly because she's positioned herself on her bed, lounging easy on her blankets. Her corset is unlaced ever so slightly, breasts purposely obscured by her hair. ]
..How long do you think you'll obsess over these pics? If you're honest, I'll let you unwrap me. You can touch me anywhere.
[ His breathing steadies somewhat, because he's back to behaving for the moment, no longer jerking himself off while she speaks. He needs a clear mind to fully appreciate whatever photos she's just sent over, after all. ]
Is that what you've been doing all this time? Taking photos?
[ There's a pause on the line as he moves, choosing to lay down on his mattress while he checks the incoming messages.
Oh.
She's certainly talented at this, and though he's always thought himself not particularly moved by appearances, the fact that these were taken just for him makes his hunger heighten. ]
You're cruel to tease me like this, Lottie, but I'll appreciate them as long as you want me to. [ He pauses. ] If I were with you, I don't think I would take anything off of you just yet. You look too good like this.
[ He sighs, feeling color rise to his cheeks again at how vulgar he looks, admiring his friend's photos with his hand once more on his cock, though he hasn't resumed stroking himself. No one is looking, and she can't even see him, but this is still nervewracking. ]
But first I'd run my hands up your thighs. I'd make you think that I might slip my fingers under your panties, and touch you, but not yet. Not before I kiss you and push your hair aside, because I wouldn't want to be denied an opportunity to admire your breasts.
[ In fact, the mere thought of being allowed a glimpse again makes his body grow warm with need, and he allows himself to audibly moan as he teases the head of his cock. ]
[ She runs her hands along the length of her legs, decides she'll take up the mantle of Siegfried's hands while he talks. It's easy to pretend the long nails scraping against the fabric, hugging her thighs tight, are his if she closes her eyes. Easier to hitch a delicate gasp when she fiddles with the lace edge of her panties, just to tease, exactly like he says. Lottie can't quite give herself a kiss, but she can certainly style her hair the way he asks. ]
Of course..
[ He'll find she does precisely that with the next photo she sends - only her mouth is in frame, along with her breasts, a finger placed precariously on her pouty lips (and yes, she did just apply lip gloss just for this one photo). ]
I wouldn't ever deny you that, either.. Especially 'cuz I remember how eager you were to get me out of my clothes last time.
[ Specifically, just to give her breasts some attention - she fantasizes about that for a few moments, sighs out sweetly when she tweaks a nipple between a finger and thumb before asking, ]
So, is this before or after the part where you bend me over and eat me out? [ There's a cute little smile to her words. ] I just wanna know, for reasons.
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Yeah, you totally would. But that's okay, 'cuz I wanna look cute for you.
[ She says, affectionately. ]
I want you to see how nice my stockings are, and how good my ass looks in a thong when you bend me over. See how wet I am when you make me wait a little before fucking me.
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Itβs even more cruel that such a nice view is something I have to imagine, since Iβve never touched your true naked body.
[ He hums, working up the composure to continue. It helps that becoming more aroused by the minute means his inhibitions are slowly retreating. ]
But first, Iβd want to service you with my mouth while youβre bent over. You were very good to me last time. Iβd want to return the favor. [ He pauses, but his nervous pauses are getting shorter, at least. ] Are you comfortable right now?
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But, also.. Service? This is the most polite and proper session of phone sex she's ever been in, and she is both impressed and aroused. ]
Are you asking if I'm laying down? Or if I like how you're talking to me?
[ And before he can reply, or even clarify, she continues, ]
Because I do. I think I very much like the idea of you eating me out. I dunno if I'd wanna cum on your face, though. [ There's a deliberate pause here, where Lottie just hums suggestively. ] Hmmm. Should I? What do you think? Would you like that?
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Yes, I would like that very much. Just imagining it is making it difficult to think straight.
[ She can't see him, but she'll be able to hear a bit of rustling on his end. He's unzipping his pants, slipping his hand beneath his undergarments, and slowly teasing himself. His voice is husky with desire. ]
Or keep my hands to myself. You don't mind, do you?
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What girl would mind that?
[ And quickly she's finding it hard to say something cute or alluring, because he's touching himself and she just wants to hear him squirm and see him cum, and she just blanks entirely, as a result, until she just blurts out - ]
Y-you know.. Your hand felt really good on my tail. And on my body.. I liked how soft and warm and like, rough it was.
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Hmm, I was thinking about that earlier, when you first sent those photos. About how I wish I could run my hands down your body and unwrap you myself. I hope you'll let me soon.
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So, she does. It's two: a full length photo of Lottie sporting the easiest corset one woman can tie by herself, a thong, her garter and stockings. Her pretty lavender heels are discarded by the second, mostly because she's positioned herself on her bed, lounging easy on her blankets. Her corset is unlaced ever so slightly, breasts purposely obscured by her hair. ]
..How long do you think you'll obsess over these pics? If you're honest, I'll let you unwrap me. You can touch me anywhere.
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Is that what you've been doing all this time? Taking photos?
[ There's a pause on the line as he moves, choosing to lay down on his mattress while he checks the incoming messages.
Oh.
She's certainly talented at this, and though he's always thought himself not particularly moved by appearances, the fact that these were taken just for him makes his hunger heighten. ]
You're cruel to tease me like this, Lottie, but I'll appreciate them as long as you want me to. [ He pauses. ] If I were with you, I don't think I would take anything off of you just yet. You look too good like this.
[ He sighs, feeling color rise to his cheeks again at how vulgar he looks, admiring his friend's photos with his hand once more on his cock, though he hasn't resumed stroking himself. No one is looking, and she can't even see him, but this is still nervewracking. ]
But first I'd run my hands up your thighs. I'd make you think that I might slip my fingers under your panties, and touch you, but not yet. Not before I kiss you and push your hair aside, because I wouldn't want to be denied an opportunity to admire your breasts.
[ In fact, the mere thought of being allowed a glimpse again makes his body grow warm with need, and he allows himself to audibly moan as he teases the head of his cock. ]
May I see that, Lottie? [ More nudes plz? ]
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Of course..
[ He'll find she does precisely that with the next photo she sends - only her mouth is in frame, along with her breasts, a finger placed precariously on her pouty lips (and yes, she did just apply lip gloss just for this one photo). ]
I wouldn't ever deny you that, either.. Especially 'cuz I remember how eager you were to get me out of my clothes last time.
[ Specifically, just to give her breasts some attention - she fantasizes about that for a few moments, sighs out sweetly when she tweaks a nipple between a finger and thumb before asking, ]
So, is this before or after the part where you bend me over and eat me out? [ There's a cute little smile to her words. ] I just wanna know, for reasons.