a Skype conversation...different

It started off with a thought, a devilishly naughty thought
she wondered what would happen if a Skype conversation in nakedness sort.
Actually, it would be more a statement of fact
without any forewarning, simply click into the conversation, and watch the other react.
What made it even naughtier, be that it quite serious a session should be
the desire of the other to openly look and see
but, of course being a gentleman true
at no point how he felt, did he give a clue.
No doubt some flirtatious banter she had to include
in her movements luxurious and vocab allude
coaxing and hoping to get him to acknowledge
the sweat on his brow proof of his disinterest be carnage.
All of a sudden he did excuse himself
the ring of a phone on a shelf
relief seemed to flood his whole face and demeanour
for on her knees she had gone, much more the display, his interest had become keener.
She sighed and smiled having enjoyed her naughty play
and wished he had not hurried away
she had a feeling a lot of fun she would have had
and by the end of their conversation would have had him less clad.
So what a surprise when a message on her mobile came through
but not surprised at who it may be, she had an idea , she knew
'Damn u had me so hard thank goodness for the interruption.' it read
'How long would it take u to get here and climb in my bed.'

RB.