Let’s call this girl Sara, I first wrote her because she was way out of my league. I assumed she might be fake but her pictures didn’t have the usual signs of it. To my happy surprise she answered but damn this was not a flirty girl. She made it clear she was Muslim and she was NOT allowed to date boys. But hey, a hottie is a hottie. Plus she lived in the neighbouring country so I thought we might meet sometime.

Fast forward two years and my girlfriend breaks up with me. I call her to talk about it, not really knowing why because we were not that close. We end up having a long talk and with it being summer we talked long into the night, mostly she was just comforting me that night. This ends up being an almost daily thing that we call each other before bed and FaceTime for a while as we fall asleep. As the days go by it’s not so much her comforting me and we’re just getting to know each other as the calls get longer and longer.

As we get more comfortable I start doing the calls shirtless since I sleep like that anyway and I can tell she’s comfortable enough to go braless too. Watching her nipples poke through her shirt I start spending most of these calls hard as a rock and desperately need to touch myself after we hang up. We start getting a bit flirty but nothing more seems to happen.

After maybe a month we get to a stage where we’re even falling asleep on FaceTime because the calls get so long. Or well she does, I do my best to quietly masturbate, horny from the thought of her sleeping to the sound of my horny breaths.

I get less and less cautious as this goes on and one night when I think she’s asleep I accidentally let out a little moan. -Sorry, I say, kinda hoping she was awake to hear it. -Don’t worry, I like laying here listening, she responds. -You want me to tell you what I’m doing? I ask her.

She lets out a quiet and excited “mhm”. -I wasn’t able to stop thinking of how your nipples poke through your T-shirt, your breasts were looking so amazingly soft when you don’t wear a bra. She lets out a quick breath and giggles “You’re welcome” We’re both silent until she adds “I was wondering when you were gonna tell me about what you do after I fall asleep” My face goes red but I get some courage -So my baby likes listening? -I like knowing what seeing so little can do to you, she teases me. -Does that mean I can continue? -Go on big boy, she says in a voice like she can’t believe what’s happening

I keep going but now not trying to be discrete. I let out soft moans and hear her start to breathe more heavily. -I want you Sara, I’ve been touching myself thinking of you for weeks. She just squeals as a response. -I’m thinking about what your breasts look like every night after our calls. Still only squealing. I get nervous and go back to just letting her hear me masturbate, quietly moaning for her. Her breathing gets more intense. -Don’t stop, she whispers. -So you’re getting off to this? I ask her -I’ve been laying here listening for a few days not being able to, what do you expect?

I ask her if she wants to see and hear her just squirming again. -Look at your phone, I tell her as I cover my dick with my blanket. I then let her watch as I touch my stomach, slowly sliding my hand underneath to start touching myself. I let her only see the movement without her seeing anything more. -Stop teasing me, you already know I wanna see, she says obviously frustrated -So beg for it, Sara Her tone gets more gentle. -Please, I wanna see you touch yourself -And will you be touching yourself watching me? She lets out a whisper “I already am”

I pull out my cock and hear a moan slip out. -Thanks, I like this view, still whispering -Look what seeing so little could do to me, Sara. Have you seen one so big before? -I’ve never seen one at all… it looks big -Are you imagining what it feels like? -mhm -Trying to fit another finger inside you so you can imagine the size? -I think I can only fit one, she says, her voice now trembling -You’re gonna have to at least get used to two if you’re ever gonna be able to take it. -I don’t know if I can -Tell me how it feels, I know you’re trying, I say, my voice getting more cocky. -I like it, her whispers getting quieter.

I tell her to imagine how good it will feel to get stretched by my cock with me laying behind her feeling her breasts and playing with her clit. The moans get more intense and it’s making it hard for me not to cum. -Just hearing you moan is gonna make me cum, will you moan for me so you can watch me cum as you orgasm? No response, just the moans getting louder. -I wish I could cum over your breasts, would you like that? -Yes baby, she says, her moaning making it impossible to whisper.

I hear her orgasm coming and I let her watch me cum, shooting a big load over myself from all the excitement. Moaning out “Cum for me Sara” as I do and I hear her finish and she’s all out of breath. -Not bad for a first experience? I ask -I can’t believe you made me do that, she says between breaths -And was it your best orgasm so far? -Do you need to ask? -I’m sure I can make you feel even better.