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Crap. I had been so looking forward to coming home at lunchtime on Tuesday. I got hard every time I thought of Monday's escapade with Krissy tied naked to the chair in the laundry room begging me to touch her.
But they wanted me for some stupid set of meetings down in Waterloo. I had to take the early morning twin propeller flight to get to my first meeting.
I muddled through my morning meetings but when lunchtime came around I had a pavlovian reflex and got so stiff it hurt. I declined going to lunch with my colleagues and instead headed to one of the more secluded washrooms. I went in to the large stall for disabled folks and whipped out my phone and my cock.
I pulled up the pictures I had of Krissy and put them into a presentation. I wished I had taken video - maybe next time. I paused on the picture of Krissy covered in my cum and pumped. I came so hard that some spilled onto the floor. "Shit!" I wiped it up and myself as quickly as possible and struggled through the rest of the day.
We worked late into the night, even through dinner, because I was trying to get the stuff done earlier than planned so I could get back to my Krissy. People just thought I was being dedicated. Fools. By the time I got back to my hotel room and downed a quick Glenlivet I quickly drifted off to sleep.
Wednesday was pretty much a repeat of Tuesday like the movie "Groundhog Day". It wasn't going well. It looked like I would have to stay until Friday evening after all. My wife was pissed but since she could tell how much I wanted to come back home, she actually didn't give me too hard a time. She thought I missed her and the kids. Kind of funny and sad at the same time.
By Thursday my withdrawal symptoms were getting worse. I was having trouble concentrating for any length of time. I told my co-workers that I needed to do some preparation work from noon to 1:30pm and that I'd be working from my hotel room. I created a new Skype account - poolsidelaundryroom - and prayed that my wife had stayed logged in. I initiated a video call to my home. It rang several times. "Come on, pick up Krissy!" I whispered. Skype dropped the call. I anxiously waited a minute and then called back.
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Krissy heard the familiar ring of Skype. Her boyfriend, likely soon to be ex-boyfriend, called her frequently from out West. The first time she just ignored it as she figured it must be for Mr. or Mrs. Adams. When it rang again she decided to have a look-see.
When she saw "poolsidelaundryroom" calling her heart stopped. It had to be Mr. Adams. He'd always be Mr. Adams to her, never Jack. When she was about seven, Mr. and Mrs. Adams moved in across the street. She'd had a crush on him forever. She'd actually gotten her babysitting license just so that one day she could be his babysitter.
While she had certainly fantasized about episodes along the lines of what had recently happened by the pool and then later in the laundry room she'd never actually believed anything could happen. He seemed happily married to Mrs. Adams and with the arrival of the twins she thought that would pretty much sew up his marital bliss.
It was Mrs. Adams who had hired her. She felt a tad guilty about that but nowhere near enough to do anything differently about it.
On Tuesday she'd sat naked in the chair in the laundry room for two hours hoping Mr. Adams would come home during the kids' midday nap. She'd managed to find out from Mrs. Adams that Mr. Adams was away on a business trip but she hadn't dared try to find out when he was coming back. That would be too suspicious.
On Wednesday she'd again sat naked waiting and when he didn't show up she'd masturbated because she couldn't take it anymore - she'd had "blue pussy" or whatever the female equivalent of "blue balls" was called.
She'd found that she was having difficulty concentrating on anything else. Her friends had called her to go out the last three nights but she'd turned them down. They probably thought she was missing Mark but she'd been avoiding him too. She made up excuses every night when he rang on Skype - the excuses were getting flimsier and flimsier and he was probably starting to wonder.
She'd even started biting her nails again. A habit she thought she had kicked a year ago. She managed to limit it to just her pinky on her left hand but it was in danger of starting to bleed.
On the fourth ring she reached for the mouse and answered the call but without video - she wanted to be sure first.
***
I was about to hang up when the call was answered. I heard a hesitant, "Hello?" It was my angel on the line.
"Krissy, it's me."
"Mr. Adams! God I've missed you!" she blurted out.
Even before, I got excited when Krissy used to say "Mr. Adams" but now with our recent adventures it was twice as good to hear those words coming out of her sweet lips. There would be no "Jack" allowed from her. "Mr. Adams" was how it was going to stay.
"Just a second," she said. She got the video going and my lovely babysitter came into view wearing a pink slinky camisole and a pair of shorts that could easily moonlight as panties.
"You look like a sex bomb," I said.
Krissy blushed and said, "Well, I am ready to explode."
"Are you wet?" I asked.
"Almost constantly," she said. She grabbed the webcam and put it between her legs so that I could see close up the moist camel toe. Still wanting to prove it, she stuck her left hand into her shorts for a second and when she brought it out, two of her fingers were wet.
"Suck them," I said.
First she put her index finger into her mouth. She pulled it out slowly and then inserted her middle finger into her mouth. This time though when she had almost pulled it out she shoved it back in.
I inhaled sharply. We hadn't fucked yet and we were both acutely aware of it.
"Why didn't you fuck me the last time?"
"You know why," I said. I had no doubt she did. Just thinking about the last time caused my cock to hurt in my pants.
"If you're not here Monday, I'm driving to Waterloo."
I smiled. She was so sincere.
She was absently rubbing her hand around her nipple which was pushing through her top.
"How long do you have?" she asked.
"About an hour."
"Ok, don't go anywhere." She disappeared off the screen. She came back with her black handbag. She opened it, fished around for a moment and pulled out a gaudy looking purple dildo. "I know it looks ridiculous, but I've tried a number of them and I've found that this "Lavender Pummeler" does a great job when the real thing's not available. Mr. Adams, show me your cock."
No way I was turning down that order. I got up and pulled off my pants and underwear. I was very hard.
"Now put the webcam so it shows me a closeup."
The desk had a pullout tray for the keyboard and I balanced the webcam on it.
"How's that?"
"Perfect. It fills my screen and looks to be about 15 inches!"
"Well I'm sorry dear, you're going to be in for a big disappointment."
She giggled. "Don't worry. I still remember what it was like to have it in my mouth and I wasn't disappointed. My pussy is going to be just fine. Speaking of pussy..."
She stood up and I watched as she slid off her shorts. No panties of course. She brought the webcam and stuck it right in front of her pussy which filled my screen.
Instinctively my tongue came out and made a licking motion.
She put her fingers over her pussy. I noticed that she had cut back her nails a bit and had pink and silver stars on them. She rubbed her fingers up and down her pussy slowly. She pulled the finger tips up to the top of her pussy and rubbed her clitoris in circles. This caused her pussy to open a bit.
