I miss you

Sarah sighed and leaned back on the couch. She couldn't sleep. It was early morning now, but it was hard for her to get to sleep. Darren was supposed to be home the night before, but his flight got delayed and he still wasn't there. She was actually happy to finally have him back home after his two-week business trip. The apartment seemed much too big without him.

She probably wouldn't be sleeping anytime soon, so she decided to get up and grab one of Darren's hoodies from the closet. At least his smell made sure that she didn't feel quite as lonely as she had been until now. She quietly went back to the kitchen to get a glass of water before setting it down on her bedside table and falling into the bed they shared. She grabbed her headphones from the dessert drawer and put them on after connecting them to her phone. Maybe some music would manage to distract them.

Sarah snuggled into the hoodie and took a deep breath. At least the smell of Darren relaxed her a little and hopefully the music that reached her ears would do the rest. She played the playlist her boyfriend once made for her and smiled as she remembered the first time they kissed to one of the songs. It was a bit cliche, she knew that, but what did it matter?

While listening to music, an idea came to her. She opened the messages she had written with Darren. Hey what are you doing?, she wrote to him. She got an answer within a minute. Not much. I'd rather be home already, to be honest, behind it was an emoji that rolled his eyes. She smiled and bit her lower lip briefly before answering him. I would like you here too. Unfortunately, your hoodie is not you. This time she had to wait a moment longer for his answer. Have you been to my closet again? What are we wearing this time? She knew he wasn't really mad at her for that, after all Sarah was probably more concerned with Darren's things than her own at home. At the beginning of their relationship, he had tried to drive that out of her, but eventually gave up because Sarah clearly had the staying power.

Instead of replying to his message, she just took a quick selfie, which she sent to him. As she waited for his response, she skipped through her playlist from song to song until she found something comfortably slow. The messenger already showed that Darren wrote her a message and she stared curiously at the display of her cell phone, curious what the content of the message would be.

Now I really regret not being home, he wrote. She smiled and wrote back: How come? Shortly afterwards she got her answer, which automatically made her heart beat a little faster. Because then I could take that stupid hoodie off of you. She hadn't really expected that.  She bit her lip and thought for a moment before texting him back. Don't you like it on me? Again she had to wait a moment, but this time it felt like several years.

Yes, it does, but I know I like it that much better under the hoodie. And if I were at home, I would have shown you that long ago. She took a deep breath and typed out her reply, one hand already wandering and tucking under the fabric of her clothing. Her own hand felt a little too cold against her heated skin, but as she imagined that it was actually Darren touching her, the difference in temperature was quickly forgotten.

How come?, she finally wrote back to him. A small eternity passed again, in which her hand on her skin, slowly crept up over her stomach. She had her eyes half-closed to better indulge in her imagination and his scent clinging to his clothes helped her immensely.

A moment later, her phone screen lit up again. First of all, I would get rid of that pesky hoodie. I would start kissing your neck and work my way down. Meanwhile, my hands would start gently massaging your breasts. Sarah swallowed hard as she read the message. Her hand automatically went to her chest, mimicking his touch. Even if it wasn't quite the same, it still feels eerily good, especially imagining that Darren was the one touching her. And further?, she finally wrote.

My lips would keep wandering over your body. I would touch every inch of your skin with my lips and wander deeper and deeper. I know exactly what you actually want from me, but you wouldn't get it from me that quickly. She took a deep breath. Her hand was almost under her pants, but she was so engrossed in her imagination that it was impossible for her to touch herself as long as he sort of didn't either. darren please, she finally wrote back to him.

Please? do you miss me so much? She looked almost frustrated at the bright display. If until now he had only had an inkling of exactly what she was doing, now he knew it one hundred percent. And, that's why she wrote him. Shortly thereafter, her cell phone rang. She almost jumped, but took the call and put it to her ear. "I heard you need help?" "Don't say it like that.", she murmured. She heard him chuckle on the other end of the line. "Sorry baby. I promise I'll make it up to you." he whispered to her through the receiver. "OK.", her voice sounded a little too quiet for her liking, but she didn't care at all right now. "Imagine slowly sliding my hand under your pants. You've been wanting me to touch you there for the whole time, haven't you?"

Sarah let out a relieved sigh when she was finally allowed to touch herself. Otherwise she would have gone insane. Her fingers found her clit and began touching it in a circular motion. "I can't hear you Sarah." She took a deep breath and nodded until she realized that he couldn't see her. "Yes." She ground out a little breathlessly. "Good girl. Imagine me penetrating you with two fingers." She softly moaned his name but did as he told her and let her hand mimic his movements. She heard faint noises on the other end of the call, but she was too busy to really focus on what it was.

"I would keep moving my fingers inside you, feeling how good you feel and how much you want me. You would squirm under me all the while, begging me over and over again to finally give you what you really want.", Fuhr Darren fort. Sarah groaned again and tilted her head back. Everything was so vivid in her mind. She had him in mind and that was just so incredibly attractive and sexy. "Yes, please Darren." she breathed as her fingers continued to move.

She heard Darren's heavy breathing on the other end of the call before he spoke again. “Imagine how I spread your legs and finally penetrate you very slowly. You feel so good around me and want me to give you what you want so badly right now." Her fingers automatically moved faster. She wanted him here right now, but there was nothing she could do about it. Instead, she totally immersed herself in the performance and began to move her hand in rhythm with him. Despite the fact that it wasn't the same, it still felt damn good and she could have sworn she heard Darren moan as well. Knowing that he was probably doing exactly the same thing as her only made it all the hotter.

"How does that feel baby?" he asked breathlessly. She couldn't get a clear sentence from her lips. Instead, her movements quickened a little. She knew how close she was to her end now. She could already feel the pressure building in her abdomen and her muscles tightening. "You're doing so well." Darren praised her while breathing heavily himself. "Darren I..." "I know, me too.", he moaned.

Sarah felt her orgasm rolling towards her. She couldn't possibly hold it back a second longer. Her legs already felt like butter and her hips moved greedily towards her hand. In her imagination she saw Darren above her, she saw how much he enjoyed touching her and being close to her in this way. Those images, along with his voice and the scent that surrounded her, finally brought her to an end. She softly moaned his name as multiple waves of pure pleasure washed over her.

There was a brief silence on the other end of the call. She could hear something rustling somewhere before Darren spoke again. "I can't wait to get back home."