His Surprise Baby - His Secret Baby

We kept in close contact, though, through emails. They were often very long, and we shared with each other the things that were happening. Joshua seemed to be enjoying life in Yemen and had incredible stories to tell. I felt like my stories as an army clerk were boring, but Joshua said that they weren’t and that he loved whenever he got an alert for a new email.

One night — about six months into his tour — Josh said that he wanted to try video sex, and I agreed.

When I first saw my love on the camera, I thought that I was going to cry. He looked so handsome. And I missed him so much. I had to hide my belly beneath a desk so that he wouldn’t see it. I didn’t want him to worry any more than he already was.

“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” Josh said, running a hand through his hair. He gave me a sly smile. “Let me see your nipples.”

I felt a little pang of nervousness, but the angle I was at would let me give him a show without showing too much. So, careful to make sure I didn’t pull back from the camera too far, I pulled my shirt over my head and let my tits bounce free.

He groaned. “I’m not sure if that’s better or worse,” he admitted with a laugh, “You’re so fucking gorgeous, and I’m so happy to see you-and those-again, but nothing compares to face-to-face.”

I giggled, although it was a little bittersweet. “So?” I asked, tilting my head, “What about you?”

He grinned and tugged off his shirt, showing off that glorious chest I loved so well and the washboard abs I wished I could touch right now. He was right. It was great to see him, and I loved the sight of his hot body, but I still wished he was here.

“Touch yourself for me,” he murmured, “I want to hear you.”

I blushed, and I was glad I’d opted for a skirt. I slid my hand under the fabric and pushed my panties out of the way, dipping my fingers into my dampening folds and letting out a soft moan, my eyes rolling back a little.

“God, that’s so fucking sexy,” Josh breathed.

My eyes fluttered open just in time to see him on his feet, tugging down his zipper and shoving his fatigues down his hips a bit. When he pulled his boxers out of the way, his erection sprang free, and my mouth nearly watered at the sight. Fingers and toys just didn’t compare, and I missed the feeling of him inside me like nothing else.

“Play with your nipples,” he ordered, “One hand on your pussy.”

I didn’t expect to like him bossing me around, but it sent a little thrill through me, and I was eager to obey. With one hand still in my panties teasing my clit, the other cupped my breast, and I rolled the nipple between my fingers, moaning.

I watched him grip his cock and slowly start to pump it with his fist. “That’s it, baby,” he murmured, “Make yourself feel good for me.”

“I wish you were here to make me feel good,” I replied with a little pout as I pinched the other nipple lightly.

He growled softly at the sight, his hand moving a little faster down the length of his shaft. “I wish I was, too,” he agreed, “But just pretend for me, ok?”

I nodded, and my fingers moved a little faster on my clit, the pleasure spiking. I closed my eyes for a moment and tried to separate my mind from my limbs, imagining that the fingers on my clit belong to him.

“Oh, fuck, Josh, yes,” I moan, “It feels so good.”

“Fuck yeah, Nadia,” he replied, his voice ragged with desire, “Tell me.”

“I love your fingers in my pussy,” I moaned, shedding my shyness and letting the dirty talk flow, “I love the way you fucking touch me, Josh.”

Josh groaned, and I peeked at the screen to see him pumping his cock with his fist hard, moving a little faster every time I spoke. “What else would you want me to do if I was there with you right now?” he asks.

“I’d want your tongue,” I told him, dragging a finger in a lazy circle around my nipple, “Right here.”

“Is that the only place you’d want it?” he asked with a low chuckle that makes my pussy twitch.

I imagined the fingers on my clit replaced with his tongue, and the mental image was so hot I almost came right then and there. “No, definitely not. But I’m not sure I could wait to have your cock inside me.”

My imagination ran wild all over again, and for a moment, I saw him so vividly that I could swear it really was him touching me. It was enough to tip me over the edge.