My phone beeps as I receive the text.

Holy. Fuck.

Red lace cups two very full breasts. Her areolas are a dark pink and her skin is creamy white. The photo cuts off before her face, but brunette locks cascade over her shoulder. I adjust myself.

Candy: You like?

Nick: I do.

Candy: There’s more.

Nick: Oh yeah?

Candy: Uh huh.

Another picture comes through. This time she’s pulled one of her breasts free from the bra. It’s fucking mouth watering.

Nick: Damn.

Candy: See what I mean? If you were pounding me from behind my tits would def be bouncing around.

Nick: Would you beg me to go harder or finish you?

Candy: Harder. More.

Nick: I’d push into the mattress so I could go deeper inside of you.

Candy: Mmm. And pull my hair.

Nick: I’d wrap it around my fist and yank. Hard.

Candy: Yes. I like that.

Candy: Want to see how much I like it?

Nick: Yes.

I groan when the picture comes through. She’s on a couch with her legs spread open and I can see a damp spot on her panties.

Candy: I’m dripping, Nick.

Nick: If I were there right now I would rub you through your panties until they were soaked through.

Nick: I’d rub until you were fucking my hand.

Nick: And right before you come I’d pull away.

Candy: Mmm

Nick: Then I’d rip your panties off and fuck you.

* * *

I shift on my couch. Damn. This guy is good with his words. I don’t usually get so aroused this early in the night. And I certainly don’t send unedited pictures, like I just did with my panties.

Candy: Want to know a secret?

Nick: Yes.

Candy: I’m about to touch myself.

And I am. My lower stomach is tingling and I’m aching for a release.

Nick: I want to see.

Candy: Ready to video chat?

I hold my breath while I wait.

Nick: Yes.

For some reason this makes me happy. Usually I complain because it means more work, but I want him to see what his words have done to me. I make the connection through Jingle Belles and wait for him to answer. I’m about to make a grand, but that’s the last thing on my mind right now.

While it rings, I pull my shirt off and toss it to the side. He answers and I am stunned. He’s fucking hot. Silver hair that I can tell is natural and not chasing a fad. Eyes so blue they look fake. And he’s ripped. He sits in a big brown leather chair that makes him look super important even though he’s in a t-shirt. Behind him I see a roaring fireplace, much like the one in my own living room.

He smiles and shows off a dimple in his cheek.

“Hi.” I’m breathless.

“Hi. God, you’re beautiful.” He’s totally sincere, too.

“Thank you. You’re not so bad on the eyes, either.”

I put my phone on the tripod next to my couch. I’ve tested this angle many times ensuring my clients get to see everything they’re paying for. Plus it frees up my hands for other things.

“I’ve never done anything like this,” he admits. “I’m not sure what we’re supposed to do.”

I smile. “All we have to do is talk, Nick.”

I sit up and his eyes go to my breasts. I cup one.

“Want to see them?”

He nods and I reach into my bra, removing both breasts. Because my boobs are real and naturally big they aren’t exactly perky. So they look awesome with the help of the bra holding them up.

I squeeze a nipple and moan. “Mmm Nick. You turned me on earlier. Were you turned on?”

“Yes.”

“Show me.”

He moves his phone so I can see the tent in his pants. Damn.

“I like that, but I want to see more. Take off your pants, Nick.”

He meets my gaze and watches me for a moment. I take the time to stroke my breasts, giving them each a little squeeze. For a moment I’m not sure what he’s going to do. Then he reaches down and I hear his zipper.

“Let me see, Nick.”

He moves and I moan for real. His pants are still on, but he’s freed his cock. He’s fucking hung and it rests on his stomach. I’ve seen a lot of dicks in my career, but believe me when I say his is beautiful.

“Like it?”

“Oh, yes, Nick. I like it a lot.”

I run my hand over my stomach and move lower until I reach the band of my panties.

“You said if you were here you’d rub me through my panties. So I’m going to do that and pretend it’s you.”

I touch myself and the lacy material creates a delicious friction against my clit. I rub and tease myself until I’m panting.

“Spread your legs wider.”

My eyes open. I’m not sure when I shut them. Nick’s phone is propped up on a table near his chair and he’s fisting his cock. He’s also removed his shirt, leaving him looking sinful with nothing but his pants on.

I smile and do as he’s ordered.

“Fuck me. You’re drenched, aren’t you?”

I nod. I am. I resume touching myself, this time keeping my eyes open. He stares at me while he works his cock. He moans as he applies pressure to himself, turning the eroticism up to eleven.

“Nick, I’m getting close. Are you close?”

He grunts out, “Yes.”

“I’m going to use a vibrator now. How big is your cock?”

“Ten inches.”

Oh god. I believe him, too. Most guys lie, but he doesn’t have to. I reach into the drawer of the table next to my couch and pull out my favorite vibe, which is also ten inches. Pushing the button, it comes to life and I hold it up to the camera.

“Finish me off, naughty boy.”

His eyes are bright. I lean back and push my panties aside, running the vibe through my folds. Goddamn. I’ve never been this wet before.

“If I were there I’d slide into you in one thrust. I’d pound you so hard we’d break the bed.”

“Hard and fast?”

“Hard and fast,” he confirms.

I shove the vibe into my pussy and cry out in pleasure. His chest is heaving as he pumps his cock. Together we find our rhythm through the screen, our eyes locking.

“Oh Nick,” I moan. “I’m about to come.”

My stomach is tingling and my nipples are erect.

“Come for me, Candy.”

His deep voice sets me over the edge and I shatter. The vibe makes a different sound as my pussy clenches around it. Nick roars as he comes all over his fist. It’s so damn erotic watching him. I jerk again, crying out his name.

When I’m done shaking I smile at him.

“Wow, Nick. That was-”

He confirms my thought. “Amazing.”

I purr, “I hope we can do this again.”

And for the first time it’s not because of the money. It’s because this man was able to truly get me off when no one else could.

He nods. “I have some business to take care of tomorrow, but I’m free in the evening.”

I give him my direct number through Jingle Belles.

“Are we going to text or video chat tomorrow?”

“Video chat.”

I grin. “I can’t wait, Mr. Holiday.”