Disclaimer: This a work of fiction. This is not real. It did not/will not ever happen in real life and should not be mistaken as such.
Chapter Thirty-Seven: Shake It Off
Starring Taylor Swift
Codes: Solo, Masturbation, Toys
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2021
"Uhhh!" Taylor yelled in frustration as she slammed her laptop shut with undo force.
Cole, who happened to be walking by her office, poked his head in and asked, "How's my record breaking three-time Grammy Album of Year winner doing? Frustrated by another tour meeting?"
"More like lack of tour meeting. It's so frustrating. I want to get back out there so bad, but I need
everyone
to be safe. Band. Dancers. Crew. Stadium staff. And of course, the fans."
Rubbing both temples with her hands, the ring on her finger caught the daylight, dazzling brightly for the briefest of moments before fading as she lowered her hands. Leaning against the doorframe, he found himself struck by her beauty, still so amazed even after all this time and even so casually dressed as she was.
"It's not like they aren't telling me anything I don't already know. 2022 seems like the earliest right now. Then of course, it's all on me to figure out how the hell to work folklovermore into one complete show that isn't twelve hours long."
Walking into the room, he leaned over and hugged her, planting a kiss on the top of her blonde head. From her seated position, she reached her arms up to squeeze him affectionately.
"You'll figure it out. You always do. And, honestly, I don't think your fans would mind a twelve-hour show. In the meantime, I'll selfishly relish all the time we get to spend together while you aren't out on stage killing it every night."
A look of concern crossed her features as her head titled upwards and she look at him. "Oh, I didn't mean it like that. I know touring is tough on our relationship. On any relationship really."
"Relax Swift. What kind of fiancée would I be if I guilted you over the thing you loved the most in world? You up there performing your songs, that YOU own...it makes me happy in a way that's hard to describe. And I know for a damn fact that it makes you happy like nothing else in the world."
She gave him a deep and appreciative smile, followed by a swift kiss from her glossy pink lips.
"Still, it's tough. I think we can both admit that." He nodded, and justifiably so. "Remember finishing up the
reputation
stadium tour? After we had just started dating? Those video chats barely took the edge off."
"True. Very true. With a full-fledged folklovermore tour, I might need to breakout PussTay again."
"Puss...Tay?" She asked, absent mindedly fiddling with her engagement ring.
"Come on now, you're telling me you don't remember PussTay? Think about a little "presents" you gave me to make the lack of physical intimacy easier?"
It took a minute, but then comprehension dawned in her eyes and she let out such a powerful laugh it turned into a snort. Nearly falling out of her chair, she grabbed the desk for support as she laughed and laughed.
"Oh my God. PussTay. I can't believe I really name it that. How could I have forgotten?!?"
Cole didn't know, because he certainly hadn't.
2018
Sitting back on the California King sized bed, I propped up the pillows behind so I could be comfortably seated in a semi-upright position. Tilting the computer screen, my nerves were alight, tingling with excitement at the prospect of our upcoming video chat. Two months or so had passed since Taylor and I had formally begun our relationship. For the first time in our life, we were having a true and honest go at us. And for that, I counted myself truly fortunate. Unfortunately, she still had a record-breaking tour to complete and that meant being on the road. No time to stop. No time to rest. No time to fuck. Still, we were making up for it with these video chats just about every night. And every couple of days, they would turn from simple talk to something of...a more sexual nature.
With a little bit of encouragement, I would masturbate. Or she would masturbate. We would masturbate to each other masturbating. Basically, frantic and frenzied masturbation from all parties involved. It was no substitute for the real thing, the physical intimacy of touching one another, but it helped take the edge off of being apart.
Today seemed to be a special occasion because there was an unopened present on the bed, positioned next to my computer. It had arrived earlier in the day from Taylor herself and was addressed to me along with explicit instructions not to open until she said so on our video chat later that night. I was curious and intimately familiar with Taylor's love of surprises and gift-giving, so my interest was piqued to say the very least.
"Hey Swift." I said with an enormous grin as her gorgeous faced lit up my screen.
Wearing nothing but fluffy bathrobe, her wet golden hair hung loosely past her shoulders. It looked as though she may have just gotten out of the shower. The hem of her terrycloth robe hardly covered her ample buttocks, her long legs bare and gleaming in the fluorescent light of her hotel suite.
"Cole!" She squealed with bubbly glee.
"First things first. Tell me about the show. You knock 'em dead? What am I saying? Of course you did."
"I think so. Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves at the very least." I chuckled at her humble reply. "We can talk about that later though. Right now, I want those pants off and a peek at the goods."
"Right down to business?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "Couldn't even buy me dinner first."
"I'll buy you dinner later. It's so hard being away from you. I'm horny as fuck. Like all the time."
"I know what you mean. All too well." I said, even this simple conversation, the slightest suggestion of things to come was enough to stir something to life within my shorts.
"Pull it out, for me. Let's see it."
"Nah uh." I said, waggling a solitary finger in her direction. "I'll need a little bit more from you first."
Now it was her turn to raise an eyebrow. Leaning forward, she placed an arm beneath both breasts, uplifting them as though under the effects of a push-up bra. Simultaneously, she loosened her robe ever-so-slightly, just enough so it slid down to the very edge of her shoulders. With a healthy amount of cleavage on display, and blue eyes positively screaming "FUCK ME", it was more than enough for me to be pitching a veritable tent. Squeezing the hardon through the soft fabric, it stiffened ever further beneath my touch. Lifting my ass up just enough to slide my shorts and boxers off, I wriggled them downwards. The mushroom head got caught on the waistband as I pulled. The shorts hit my knees and my cock came loose. It flew backwards, the crown hitting just around my bellybutton. The resounding *SMACK* echoed around the room and sent a visible shiver coursing through Taylor's lithe and supple body. Wrapping my fingers around it and giving a few solid strokes, I readjusted the laptop. With a watchful gaze, I spied Taylor's reaction to the sight of manhood filling up the screen. Her brilliant white front teeth sunk into her full lower lip, the pink of it gleaming with a sheen of gloss. Those baby blues of hers grew wide, like two perfect rounded saucers. An audible *GULP* sounded from her as well.
"There he is." She whispered, her tone quiet and husky. "All of him. Goddamn, I need that dick so bad."
Seemingly of its own violation, her right hand drifted offscreen. Down her body to underneath the bathrobe where she was undoubtedly going commando. Squeezing tighter around the shaft, I began to stroke, long and slow like. Her eyes followed the motion of my hand, up and down. Up and down. Playing with herself as well, I could see the small circular motion of her right shoulder rolling around, over and over again. Neither of us said anything for a long minute or two. Instead, heavy labored breathing filled the speakers. Squeezing the head, a bead of precum oozed forth and began to trickle down the swollen crown. That seemed to snap Taylor back to reality.
"Before you get too excited there, Jerky McGee. Do you have my present? Like I asked?"
"You bet I do." I said, letting go of myself for the moment to reach over and drag the ornate gift bag over into view.
"Ok! Open it now!" Taylor said, unable to conceal her genuine glee.
Tearing through the tissue paper inside, I peered in to find a large glossy white rectangular box. Draped over the top of it was a black lace thong. Picking up the panties, I held them up with a quizzical look.
"Is this...the present? Are you going to ask for me to put them on or something?"
"No, silly. Well...now that you mention it." She shook her head, then grinned with good-humored mirth and slyly winked. "Not this time. They're mine! Fresh. Freshly used, that is. They're for you to smell. To sniff." Still frozen, she nodded indicating for me to continue. "Go on..."
Doing as she asked, I bunched them up in one hand and brought them to nose. With an exaggerated motion, I breathed in deeply. My nasal passages were flooded with the smell of her. Her essence. Her arousal. It was powerful. Pungent. Musky. Even being days old. And it was most definitely Taylor. Every woman smelled different, but this scent was all too familiar. Clutching the delicate fabric to my face, I let the smell wash over me and found myself harder than before, twitching with excitement in spite of the fact that I wasn't touching myself. As more precum flowed forth, one hand strayed to find my dick once more and begin jerking. Taylor was having none of it.
"Nah uh. No stroking yet. The panties were actually just an afterthought. Open up the box for your real present."
