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PIssy Publicist

I pause to catch my breath from jogging down the street and text… Ric: You there? Five minutes pass, just walking fast now… hear a ‘bing’ in my earbuds and look down at my tablet… Eve: Hi! Yes. :^) Still walking, I text back… Ric: Good! Fun in NYC? Eve: Yes… no… In taxi. Ric: Where to? Eve: Dinner. Ric: Place I recommended? I’m walking and trying to text, trip over a curb fall flat on my face. I get up, keep walking and look for her reply on my tablet. Eve: OFC. Ric: ^__^ Eve: Only in the U.S. two more days. Come to me! I stop this time to type out a longer reply. Ric: Awww… Sweetie, I want to, only a 3 hr flight, but can’t… We’ve talked about this, right? Publicist went ape-shit when she found out we camsex. Meet? NW! Banned by her to even show face before book release, remember? Eve: Yes… pissy publicist! Still want you. :D Ric: Same here… You with hubby? Eve: Yes. :^( YOU should be here! Ric: LOL, I love your determination! Eve: Pfft… want to make love to YOU! Ric: As always, you’re making me hard at the thought. Hey, that restaurant is a great place. You’ll enjoy it. Eve: Gotta go, we’re there. Skype sex later. Kisses. I rearrange myself in my trousers. Traffic is horrible so I keep jogging despite the heat. Twenty minutes pass… I finally arrive at my destination. A bit out of breath I get a seat at the bar and type out another message on my tablet. Ric: You there? Like the restaurant? ^__^ Two minutes pass… Eve: Yes to both. Teleport here, fuck me. LOL! Ric: Ha, ha, ...

... haaa… want to! Hubby doesn’t mind you texting at dinner? Eve: He thinks I’m chatting with mom. LOL, doesn’t dare say no. Ric: You wearing that short-skirted, black dress you showed me? Eve: Mmmm… yes… For YOU, not him. Ric: LOL, making me hard again. Damn! Eve: Mmmm… I want to see it… hard… now! Ric: Really? While at dinner? I can… want me to? Eve: Yes!!! Ric: Hmmm… well... first tell me… are you enjoying that crab dish? Eve: Yes, how know? Ric: I love the pearl necklace and gold bracelet. Eve: Yes!! WTF!? Ric: Is there a man wearing a black t-shirt and blue blazer staring at you from the bar? Eve: OMG!! You!!!! I smile and run a finger along my nose and then type… Ric: Fuck my pissy publicist…. Flew in today. Fuck you, NOW! LOL! Eve stops eating and is staring at me. I can see from thirty feet away her nipples standing out against the silk of her low cut dress. Her hand goes to her throat, slides down her blouse to touch one of them and she runs her tongue across her lips. My erection is getting crushed in my pants. She picks up her phone and pecks out another message. I realize I’m leering at her and turn away to see what she typed. Eve: WANT YOU!! Wet for you!!! Ric: Yes…?! I see her talking to her husband. Then she slips off the bench seat, the skirt of her dress rises and I can see her black lace panties. God damn, I’m so fucking horny. Five months of online joking, intimate talks, and camsex and now she’s almost in reach! She walks, no struts, in her four inch heels toward ...