Am I too young?

[Blase]

You're still partially clothed.

Don't be.

 

[roughedges]

It only took a second for Lexy to make up her mind before she stood up and removed her shorts and panties, feeling a chill on her newly nude body. She shivered, maybe more from anticipation than the temperature.

Now I'm not.

 

[Blase]

Can you use the table as a dais, Lexy?

In other words, can you get up on it?

 

[roughedges]

Get up on the table? Is he serious? And do what?

She thought back over the night. He questions and requests hadn't been difficult, and it had been exciting. Lexy decided to follow this and see where he led her.

Um, yes ... I can get on the table.

 

[Blase]

Then go ahead.

Feet up, and make the whole space yours.

Because some moments deserve to be showcased. Even if there isn't anyone else to see.

Let me know when you're on stage, so to speak.

 

[roughedges]

Lexy instinctively looked around the room as she pushed the chair back and stood up. She verified that the blinds and drapes were closed and then crawled on the table and sat in the center, her legs in front of her with knees slightly bent.

I'm sitting on the table now.

 

[Blase]

Good. Set your phone or laptop wherever you need to.

I want to treat you the way a guy treats his girl, Lexy. But the only hands I have to do that with... are yours.

Bring your right hand to your face, Lexy. Brush your fingers across your cheek for me, then follow the line of your chin with your fingertips.

 

[roughedges]

She read his message again, just to make sure she got it all. She followed Steve's instructions and felt ... a little silly? Self-conscious? Yes, but also aroused. This was strange, but Lexy was thoroughly enjoying herself.

Ok, Steve ... what do you want me to do next?

 

[Blase]

Follow the line of your neck down to your collarbone.

Then trace that gently.

 

[roughedges]

I did.

 

[Blase]

Okay. Don't feel that you need to answer everything I say. You can mostly just follow my lead.

Follow my lead to your left breast, Lexy.

And touch your left nipple.

Touch it and tease it for me.

 

[roughedges]

Lexy closed her eyes and moved her hand to her left breast, rubbing her fingertips over the nipple. She grazed it with her fingernail and squeezed her nipple softly, finding herself getting into this play with Steve more with each new instruction from him.

 

[Blase]

Now your right breast, Lexi.

Your right nipple.

Touch it.

Tease it.

Make it firm for me...

 

[roughedges]

She opened her eyes at the 'ding' and read her next instructions. Her hand moved to her right breast, teasing the nipple as she'd done on the other one ... both nipples were firm and tingling.

 

[Blase]

Both hands, Lexy.

You don't need either hand to read.

Cup your breasts for me.

Fondle them.

I want to feel the heft of them...

I want to make them feel good...

 

[roughedges]

Lexy moaned and eagerly picked up her breasts, cupping them in her hands. She imagined they were Steve's hands caressing her and flicking her nipples. She raised her breasts and then let them fall before picking them up again, enjoying them for him.

 

[Blase]

Slide one hand down to your stomach, Lexy.

And I want to rub it.

Slowly, Lexy.

Broad circles as I rub your stomach...

 

[roughedges]

She groaned at the personalization in his message ... "I want to rub it." Lowering her hand, she rubbed her stomach as he guided her, imagining his hand on her.

 

[Blase]

Now to your thighs, Lexy.

Your upper thighs.

And I want to knead them.

Massage them.

Firmly, Lexy...

Slowly, Lexy...

 

[roughedges]

Lexy let her hands wander to her thighs, massaging the outside and gradually moving to her inner thighs. She thought of how sensual this was - her hands a substitute for Steve's as they explored her body ... one part at a time.

 

[Blase]

Now your inner thighs, Lexy.

Just lightly...

With fingertips...

Ticklishly...

The soft skin of your inner thighs...

 

[roughedges]

Lexy's face and ears immediately turned hot and red as she read Steve's message, thinking to herself that she'd gotten ahead of him as she'd already touched her inner thighs. She remembered thinking how explicit he was with his words and instructions. She would remember that in the future.

She closed her eyes and shook her head, willing herself to forget her mistake. Her fingertips tickled her inner thighs, running over them lightly.

 

[Blase]

Steve naturally wished that Lexy's cam were on, or even her microphone, and not just for the obvious reason.

The fact was that his remark about working blind was now doubly, triply true. Not being able to see the room he could deal with by asking questions; not having any experience of Lexy as a partner or being able to monitor her state of arousal was not so easily compensated for: The last thing he wanted to do was make the girl stop touching herself in order to type.

He himself was typing furiously, sending one line at a time as fast as he could.


Lexy, you know where I want your hand...

You know where I want to touch now...

Open your legs, Lexy...

Start to touch...

Start to stroke...

Gently, Lexy...

Slowly, Lexy...

 

[roughedges]

You know where I want your hand.

She knew.

Open your legs, Lexy

She opened her legs for him.

A moment later, her hand/his hand touched her where he wanted.

"Uff." A breath, a moan. Her other hand found her breast.

"Huh."

"Huh! Ah!"

Lexy's feet drew in against her legs as she began to find the pleasure that Steve wanted of her.

 

[Blase]

Steve could only trust that Lexy was following his instructions and enjoying. There were no guarantees.

Still, he generally had a pretty good feeling for the way a girl was responding to him. If he'd had to bet -

Actually, that was essentially what he was doing: Betting on her response.

If he lost, he'd quickly have a frustrated young submissive on his hands.

If he won, Lexy would shortly be going off like a rocket.

Now, Lexy...

Touch your clit for me...

Touch it, Lexy...

Play with it for me...

Make it feel good, Lexy...