Rhythm, mostly. But she also wants to hear you.

“Hey, you,” you say confidently into the receiver. Privately, it’s a small miracle you’re pulling off that tone. The pretty blonde looking at roughly where you are and toying with taking her clothes off for you could absolutely destroy you right now. You’re not sure what you wouldn’t do for her to keep going.

“Hey yourself!” she giggles back. “Like what you see so far?”

“So fucking much,” you say, a light groan buried under your words without even meaning to.

“Ooo, I believe you!” she taunts about your clear arousal. “Is it getting you hard, Adam? Spying on me like a little pervert? A nasty peeping tom?”

“Not as wet as it’s getting you.”

“Touché,” she admits, sliding her free hand over one of her thighs. “You know I can’t have you up here yet, right?”

“I know, I’m kind of a mess …”

“That,” she says, “and that I’d fuck your brains out right now. And I’m trying to behave. I’m not doing a great job, as you can see.” At that, she undoes the top two buttons, revealing the arcs of her breasts that press into her cleavage. “But I am trying to do it just a little. I don’t fall for the right guy, Adam. I really hope you’re the right guy.”

“I hope so, too,” you tell her. It’s difficult to be sincere right now, hungrily eyeing her body, but you still manage it. The thought of getting to be with her, like a real relationship, is so hypnotic you’re looking clear past all the obstacles. Like, at some point, you are going to need to reveal what you are. And what really happened to her last beau. “But I’ll try to be either way.”

“Don’t pretend, of course,” she answers. “I know that’s not what you mean, though. This is clearly out of your comfort zone, this being out with people thing. I really appreciate you doing it for me. That’s what this is.” You hear a small click, then what sounds like … is that bass? “Appreciation.” She sets the phone down, letting you piece together you’re on speaker.

Alex seems to zone out for a second before you notice her hips start to sway and the thrum of a bassline becomes music. She spins slowly, moving so you can see the way her tits strain against the almost-removed shirt, how even though they aren’t fashionable, skin-tight jeans, her sculpted ass still fills them out, the flow of her hair when she sweeps a hand back through it. By the time she faces you again, her smile is all confidence and sensuality, completely comfortable with her movements and, you’re positive, sure of the control she has over your attention right now.

You can’t help but run your hand along the outside of your pants, stroking over your growing bulge as she finishes undoing her shirt. She braces her hands on the window, then stretches them up, letting it fall aside and showing you the tan, tastefully-decorated bra she’s wearing, not to mention how her perky tits fill it out. They’re not massive, but that’s dwarfed in comparison to how well they fit her form, everything clicking together to create the flawless image you see before you. Rationally, you know you’re overreacting … but you also don’t care. You can’t imagine anything sexier right now.

Finishing her stretch, she steps back towards the foot of her bed, rolling her shoulders in time with the beat to let her shirt fall to the floor. Staring back out as you, she casually whips her belt out of her pants, then slowly drops it as her other hand fiddles with the zipper. Shimmying a little, her work jeans slide down, revealing powerful, taut legs, and a pair of panties that match her bra. She sits back on the bed, all the way on one edge, then lifts one of her legs up, leaning back and arching before she spins, rolling completely to the other side and popping back up as her legs finish their whirl around to sit crossed together.

She spins again, this time standing, her hands on the bed, bending over to give you a spectacular view of her ass. You want to jerk off right now, but some part of you is nervous she might think that’s too far. Probably not, but the two of you are both clearly playing with your boundaries and lines right now. Settling for the moment, your member just pushes against your pants, the outline of it inappropriately noticeable. Well. Maybe not inappropriate for right now.

Standing up, her hands move gracefully behind her to unclasp her bra. She looks over her shoulder, still smiling at you, then throws it aside. She twirls back, revealing her bare, pert tits you recognize from the first picture she sent you, her arms bending back and above her head as she rolls at a languorous pace, making sure you can see how they look from several provocative angles, before she brushes her hair out of her face again with one hand, then strides towards the window.

“You want more?” you hear her prod you, able to see her lips move just barely out of time with the phone. You nod, like an idiot, then remember she can’t see you. As she waits for your answer, she hooks the right side of her panties with her thumb, the last thing keeping her from being totally naked.