I sat in the terminal sipping my coffee and was chatting with Samantha while we waited to board our flight to South Carolina for the book event in Myrtle Beach. Samantha’s husband, Ryan, sat next to her and was playing a card game on his phone. Since so much of my work is actually done on a cell phone, killing time with one in hand isn’t exciting or relaxing to me.

Samantha knew that my evening phone calls with J.P. had definitely taken a turn and I’ve told her about the play sessions while he and I talked.

“So, did you and J.P. have a quickie this morning before Ryan and I picked you up?” Sam playfully asked.

I gave her my best “I’m shocked and offended you would suggest such a thing,” look. She wasn’t buying it and rolled her eyes at me.

“Any man that can get you to take something up your ass on your own free will is something special,” Samantha commented loudly enough that probably anyone sitting near us could hear.

I stared at her with wide eyes as the warmth spread from my forehead to my neck. Ryan even looked up at us, and Samantha felt she had to continue on and defend her comment.

“What, Ry?”

“Why don’t you just broadcast it, Sam? Or post it on Facebook: author Amy Andrews only takes it up the ass for her sadist,” Ryan mocked.

I held my hand up, silently begging them to stop.

“No shame in that, Aims. Samantha loves being fucked in the ass. She likes it when I pull her hair while I’m doing it,” Ryan teased.

Sam now had red cheeks but was smiling as Ryan laughed from his announcement. Ryan went back to his cell phone game while Samantha leaned back in her chair, and we started looking on her cell phone for different adult toys.

“Oh, this one, Aims. You have to get this one.” Samantha tilted her phone a bit more so that I could get a clear visual of a glass butt plug that had beaded nodules and veiny lines on various spots on it. “I love mine. These little raised beads, or bumps, are to die for.”

I nodded, and she added it to the cart along with a few other naughty toys. While she did some shopping with Ryan’s input, I sent a text to J.P. and found the link of the new toy. I ordered a few last week with his help, and by the time I get home from South Carolina, I should have them.

With the text I added the link to the glass butt plug with the beaded nodules and veins. I quickly checked some emails and stopped when I saw J.P.’s incoming text.

I smiled as I hit the “send” button. I held the phone in my hand just in case he sent one last text before I had to put the phone in airplane mode.

Oh...my...God. I re-read his text several times before Sam nudged me in the arm. She had been reading it with me while we waited in line.

“You should text back ‘yes, sir,’”

I frowned and shoved her to turn around and face the front of the line while I sent a text as I walked down the ramp to the plane.

I couldn’t help but smile the entire way to my seat. I got myself situated by the window, then Samantha took the middle seat and Ryan had the aisle. I stared at J.P.’s text a few more times before I put away the phone.

Samantha was talkative, as usual, and I finally told her that I was going to take a five-hour nap. I wasn’t really tired but just wanted to have some alone time with my thoughts of J.P. Damn, he was sexy. He knew how to turn me into liquid mush with just his words.

As we waited in baggage claim, I felt incredibly embarrassed that Sam saw the text from J.P. Maybe with a little luck, I wouldn’t hear her mention it again.

“Amy, is this your bag?” I looked up as Samantha was pointing to my bag on the conveyer belt. “Is this the bag that has the cock shaped butt plug in it?” she teased.

To my horror, I stared at her with what could be described as a deranged look. I quickly glanced around to see if anyone saw. Thankfully there weren’t many people around. I walked over and collected my bag.

“I completely hate you right now,” I said in a huff.

I tried to sound serious and angry, but she knew better and didn’t even entertain my comments.

“Relax, Aims. You’ll feel better when you get to the hotel and stick that toy in your ass. Then you’ll be ready for dinner and the author party tonight.”

I gave her a sarcastic smile. Her jokes kept coming while we waited in line for the rental car.

“So, Aims, when you rub your clit while you have that butt plug in, do you use a lubed finger or do you moisten your finger with your own juices?”

“I’m so firing you.”

“Haha, no you won’t,” she replied.

Finally, we made it to the hotel, and I made plans to meet Sam and Ryan in the lobby at 6:00 for dinner, then we had to be at an author party at 7:00. The elevator ride to my floor was filled with jokes, of course.

I had some time to myself when I arrived in my room. I situated my suitcase and pulled out my clothes to hang up. My face automatically twisted as I saw far more wrinkles than I had anticipated on my clothes. I’d have to do some ironing tonight. With each step, I felt the ache that built up between my legs during the long flight.

Was I really going to masturbate and record it for J.P.? I took the toy to the bathroom and even though I knew it was clean, I still felt better going through the motions of cleaning it again after its journey across the country. I set it and the lube on the nightstand and sent J.P. a text and a picture of the plug and lube.

I knew that he was at work and wouldn’t see this for a while. Following his directions wasn’t incredibly hard, after all, I needed to come. Once I was out of my crumpled traveling clothes, I tossed the phone on the bed along with the butt plug and the lube.

I decided to do the audio recording while I inserted the plug. I took a deep breath and hit record. Once a few fingers were lubed, I got in the position he requested: on my knees, legs parted, ass in the air and head on the bed.

Reaching between my legs, I rubbed my fingers around my hole to prep it. While lubing my ass, my wrist and forearm brushed against my wet slit.

“Mmm,” I lightly whined as I savored the extra friction against my clit.

But once I was lubed, the friction against my pussy and swollen clit was removed when I moved my hand away from my ass. I longed for that friction. I reached for the plug and applied some lube to it as well. Now I was ready. I was really turned on and needed it. Badly.

“Mmm,” I whimpered as I pushed the plug in my ass. “Mmmph,” I exhaled as the plug was swallowed and settled into place.

God, it felt good. I began teasing my folds and gently stroking my clit. My phone was next to my head, collecting all my noises for J.P. This made me feel so naughty.

And I loved it.

I pushed two fingers from my left hand in my aching pussy and feverishly rubbed my clit with my right hand.

“Mmm, God,” I breathed out. My fingers continued driving me forward. They couldn’t get me to my release fast enough. I teetered on edge for a moment and then moved my hips in a downward motion, speeding up my progress.

“Oh, God! Mmmph,” I moaned again. I was so close, and then suddenly, it was upon me. “Ah, shit! Oh, my God! Mmm, J.P.,” I panted next to the phone.

I kept the recorder on until my breathing returned to normal. After I shut it off, I debated actually listening to it, but didn’t. To give me a few moments to think about sending the audio clip, I cleaned the toy and myself up before returning to the phone. Why not? I attached the audio clip in a text and sent it to J.P.

Glancing at the clock, I had just enough time to take a shower and iron my dress for tonight. By the time I got out of the shower I had a text from J.P.

Even though I was excited to meet a lot of these authors that I’ve been talking to online, I was also eager to get back to my room and talk to J.P. I made it through the long evening and as soon as the party started to die down, I said goodnight to Samantha and Ryan.