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want you to caress yourself softly though them. Lightly tease
    and tell me if your panties are wet.

    She stroked herself just enough to answer his question and then quickly pulled her
    hand back. She was too close to the edge to play for long.

    Celeste Benning: Soaking wet. I’m aching. I need…

    Celeste smiled as she let her words hang out there unfinished. She loved teasing
    him. Seeing if she could get him to lose control exactly as he was making her lose it.
    Sure enough, his response was quick.

    322-291-0508: What do you need, baby?

    She grinned as she typed.
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    Celeste Benning: Ideally I need you here in my room. Inside of me.
    322-291-0508: You’re killing me here. Maybe someday. For now, I want you to slide
    your hand inside of your panties. Tell me how it feels. Show me.

    Celeste smiled to herself. There was no doubt in her mind that he was picturing her
    and only her during their talk. He seemed almost desperate for the slightest glimpse of
    her. She slid her hand down her stomach and into her panties. He was right—she was
    creamy wet for him and more ready than she could ever remember being. She wanted
    him to see. If it couldn‟t be his hand touching her, his hand bringing her all of this
    pleasure, then she at least wanted him to be able to have a clear mental image of how
    she looked. A melding of the fantasies, if not the bodies.
    She closed her eyes and concentrated on touching herself. On bringing herself
    pleasure and leaving her mind behind. She lightly stroked her clit and dipped one
    finger inside her cunt to gather her wetness, using it to lubricate her slipping fingers.
    With her other hand, she lifted her phone and took a few shots of her hand buried in
    her panties, pressing send before even looking at the photos. Wanting him to see her the
    way she was. Wild for him and his pleasure.
    It took only a moment before he responded.

    322-291-0508: I can’t take it baby. You look incredible. I want to be there with you.
    Pulling your hand away and cleaning away all of your sweet cream with my tongue.
    322-291-0508: Peeling those panties off of you and making you come with my lips
    and tongue. How do your fingers feel?
    Celeste Benning: Amazing, but not enough. My hand looks so sexy buried under
    my panties, but it’s your hand I want to see. Your hand I want to feel.
    Celeste Benning: I can’t even imagine it because I don’t know who you are.

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    She cringed as she waited for his response. She did want to know who he was, but
    not quite yet. What if he revealed his identity and she was suddenly repulsed? Or
    realized that she was having sex with a complete stranger? The man had her number
    and he had all of the dirty texts she‟d sent him already. He could make her life very
    embarrassing.

    322-291-0508: One day you’ll know, baby. But now, because you’re such a naughty
    girl, I want you to play outside of your panties.
    322-291-0508: Brush your clit lightly with your fingers, but don’t go inside the cloth.

    Celeste felt a rush of adrenaline as she forced herself to follow his instructions. She
    wanted so badly to slide her fingers into herself where she was creamy wet and waiting
    for penetration. She knew that the payoff would be so much better if she waited and
    followed his instructions. He wouldn‟t leave her hanging—she knew instinctively that
    he‟d take care of her.

    Celeste Benning: You’re driving me crazy.
    322-291-0508: Lightly pinch your clit through the fabric.

    She pinched the little nub where all of her sensation lay pooled. Her back arched off
    the bed and she sobbed a little. The friction of the wet fabric rubbed against her but she
    still couldn‟t reach the peak. She needed more. Her skin was wet with perspiration and
    her hands were slippery with her own cream. She clutched at her phone as she typed.

    Celeste Benning: Please.
    322-291-0508: Tell me what you need, sweet Celeste.
    Celeste Benning: I need to be