Log into Skype tonight at 8 pm your time. Wear the contents of the package you received today.

You’re mine.

Love, G.

I was practically giddy reading that email. And then once his surprise was delivered, I was over the moon. For the entire day, I was on cloud nine, and I even decided to treat myself to a rare blowout because I wanted to feel beautiful and sexy. An hour before the scheduled time, I opened the box that arrived earlier in the day. Inside was a delicate white lace dress with thin straps. I slipped it on and studied myself in the mirror. The bodice had a deep V-neck that revealed a generous amount of cleavage, and my normally wild curls were smooth and glossy.

At 7:55, I logged onto Skype, eager to be ready for our virtual date. While I waited for Garrett, I wondered what kind of favors he owed for this and to whom.

When the call box popped up, I grew nervous, and my hands started to shake. I quickly pressed the “connect” button and waited for his face to appear on my screen.

I nearly fell out of my chair. If it was possible, Garrett was even more handsome. His hair was a little longer on top and messy, and his beard was a little fuller. He wore an olive green T-shirt that stretched tightly across his chest, and I couldn’t help licking my lips. The minute he saw me, a smile stretched across his face.

“Hey, baby,” he said. His voice sounded a little tinny, but it didn’t matter because he arranged all of this just for me.

“Hey, good looking.” I reached up and lightly traced his face with my fingers. He mimicked my movement and touched his fingers to the screen.

“Well, I can see the dress fits. Damn,” he growled.

“Thank you so much. I love it.”

“When I can, I’ll do my best to surprise you. How are you doing?”

“Better, now.” He gave me a look that demanded nothing but the complete truth. “I’m tired. I only get a few hours of sleep each night because I’m so worried about my dad.”

“How is he doing?” Garrett leaned forward in his chair, and all I wanted to do was reach out, grab his face, and kiss him hard.

“It’s rough right now. He’s battling an infection. He’s responding to treatment, but his doctor said that if he contracts another one, he might not survive. The house is so sterile. It’s like walking into a bubble.”

“I’m sorry that I’m not there with you, baby.”

“This helps.”

“Your hair is different.” Automatically, I reached up and tugged on a few strands.

“Do you like it?” I asked shyly.

“I don’t know. I like it wild, so I can run my hands through it.” He studied me for a few seconds before a hungry look transformed his face. “But I kind of like this look. You look like a good girl hiding the bad.”

“Well, I definitely can be bad.” I reached up and slipped a hand underneath the bodice of my dress to cup one of my breasts. I bit down on my lip and looked up at the screen through hooded eyes.

“Fuck, Cami.” Garrett sat back in his chair, spreading his legs wide. His hand slid to his crotch and cupped it. He tugged at his cock lightly. “I miss you so much. All I can think about is having you under me. Even though I’m halfway around the world, I still smell jasmine whenever I think about you, and it gets me hard.”

“Have you taken matters into your own hand?”

Garrett nodded. “Every time I shower, baby. I picture your gorgeous lips wrapped around my dick, and then I imagine the tight, wet heat of your pussy.”

Garrett unbuckled his pants and palmed his cock through his boxer briefs. He flicked his chin up and said, “Show me your tits, Cami. I want to see those pretty pink nipples.”

One strap glided down my shoulder followed by the other, and I pushed the bodice down around my waist, exposing my breasts. I reached up to cup them both, which made him groan.

“Is this what you want?” I asked breathlessly.

“Yes, baby. Fuck, yes.” He took his cock out and stroked it for me. Momentarily, I worried about someone barging into the room he was in and interrupting us, but I was too enthralled by the sight of his cock in his hand to care.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered as I continued this private show. I played with my nipples, tugging on them, trying to relieve some of the aching tension, but it wasn’t enough. “Show me your pussy now, baby. Lift that dress up and let me see how wet you are.”

I leaned back and spread my legs, hooking them over the arms of the chair. Obeying his wish, I lifted the skirt of my dress, letting it bunch around my waist. I pushed aside my panties and dipped a finger into my core. Involuntarily, I groaned at that first contact.

“I’m so wet, Garrett,” I moaned.

“Tell me, baby. Tell me what you think about.”

My finger slipped up to circle my clit as my hips rose slightly off the chair. “I think about your cock filling me up. You feel so amazing when you’re buried inside me, Garrett. All I feel now is empty.”

“Put that finger back inside your pussy and imagine it’s my cock.” I followed his command and started to slowly finger fuck myself. “Add another one, baby.”

I felt delirious as I obeyed, pushing another finger inside. On the screen, Garrett was leisurely stroking his cock. My eyes locked on his and held his attention, and soon we were in sync, our hands and fingers moving at the same rhythm until my body started to hum and my muscles started to tighten.

“I’m going to come,” I breathed out.

“Yes, Cami. I want you to,” he moaned. His jaw tensed, and his hand sped up as it traveled up and down his impressive length at a punishing pace.

“Oh god,” I groaned as he gritted out the same thing. My eyes were shut tightly as my own orgasm consumed me, coating my thighs with slickness. My breathing was heavy as my body shook with waves of pleasure.

“Jesus,” Garrett hissed. I opened my eyes as Garrett was reaching for tissues to clean himself.

“How often can we do that?”

“Not as often as I’d like, baby. I’m sorry.”

I stood and pulled the bodice of my dress back up, placing the straps over my shoulders. I smoothed down my skirt while Garrett tucked his semi-hard cock back into his boxer briefs before re-buckling his pants.

“Thank you for making it happen, though,” I said softly.

“You’re welcome. It’s been difficult to find the time to email you and respond to everything you’re going through. I wanted to make it up to you.” Garrett ran a hand through his hair and let out a heavy breath. “I’ll be honest with you, Cami. This deployment is the hardest one. Maybe it’s because it’s my last, or maybe it’s because I know you’re waiting for me back home, but I’m struggling.”

“Tell me, Garrett,” I pleaded. He was clearly hiding his emotions from me, but I wanted him to trust me with not only his heart but also his mind.

He shook his head fiercely. “No. You have too much to worry about. I don’t need to add my burdens onto your already weary shoulders.”

“Garrett, please. I can take it.”

“I’ll think about it.” There was a pounding in the background, and I heard the sound of someone yelling, but I couldn’t make out what they said. Garrett turned his head and shouted back before facing me. “I’m sorry, Cami. My time is up.”

“Okay. Thank you for this,” I said, gesturing between the two of us. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Cami. I’ll email you soon.” He blew me a loud kiss and winked before he ended our connection.

When my screen was blank, I collapsed against my chair and let the tears stream endlessly down my cheeks.

I undressed slowly, taking care to hang up the dress instead of leaving it in a heap on the floor. I walked into the bathroom and stripped off my panties before stepping into the shower. In spite of my tears, my body was still humming with need, and my fingers found their way back to my center.