"What if you regret showing me your boobs later? If I finish showering and call you back, but you hang up, then I'll be at a loss," I said straight up.
Catherine opened her mouth, then shut it right away, looking somewhat embarrassed.
Nailed it.
"I wouldn't do that, don't get the wrong idea," she defended herself.
"Wrong idea? Really?" I said, pretending to be mad.
I put my phone on the sink, turned around to put clean clothes on the rack, and started undressing.
Even with my back to the phone, I could see Catherine through the shower glass, trying to hang up without me noticing. She looked like a kid caught with their hand in the cookie jar.
I couldn't help but smile. "If I come back after my shower and find out you hung up, you better be ready for an all-nighter when you get back."
She quickly pulled her hand back and rolled out of the screen.
"What about trust between people!" she muttered.
"I'm just guarding against a sneaky woman trying to play innocent," I joked.
I finished undressing and stepped into the shower, letting the hot water wash over me.
Once I was soaked, I squeezed some shampoo into my hand, lathered it up, and massaged it into my hair.
Soon, my head was covered in thick foam.
The bubbles ran down my face, shoulders, chest, and body, eventually washing away down the drain.
Next, I squeezed some body wash into my hand, lathered it up, and started with my abdomen.
I moved on to my chest, armpits, arms, butt, and finally my legs and feet.
By the time I was done, the first areas I washed were already rinsed clean.
I ran my hands over my body to make sure there was no slippery feeling left. Satisfied, I turned off the water, grabbed a towel, dried off quickly, and wrapped it around my waist.
When I walked back to the sink to grab my phone, Catherine was blushing, with tissues stuck in her nose, showing traces of blood.
Seeing this, I thought to myself, 'Wait, did she get a nosebleed from watching me shower?'
I couldn't help but laugh, feeling amused and happy. She was so innocent, and being with her made me so happy.
"Sweetheart, why'd you get a nosebleed all of a sudden?" I teased.
"I... I'm feeling hot," Catherine stammered.
"Hot? From watching me shower? Is my body that irresistible?" I continued.
"It's not that, you're just making things up," she said shyly.
"You're so adorable, sweetheart," I grinned at her. I didn't bother to put on clothes, but lay on the bed with my upper body exposed, mimicking her earlier posture as we chatted.
The camera was right in front of me, capturing my chest muscles and upper body, almost filling the entire screen.
She seemed to be dodging, looking super shy.
"You've seen and touched my body. Why are you still shy behind the screen?" I teased her.
"Who would've thought your body would be so captivating, even through a screen?" she muttered, looking down.
"So, do you like it?" I asked with a grin.
"I do," she nodded.
"How about I come to see you this weekend? I'll let you touch it properly," I suggested.
I had been on the fence about visiting Catherine, but after tonight, I was seriously considering it. Instead of teasing her through the screen and watching her get shy, it might be better to see her in person, make love to her, and tease her face to face.
"Really? It's a five-hour flight to my place!" she exclaimed, clearly excited.
"Just five hours, totally worth it," I said, smiling.
"Alright, when do you want to come? Let me know, I'll send a driver to pick you up," she said, grabbing her iPad to make some arrangements.
"I'll check my schedule and let you know. Just send me the address and room number," I replied.
"Okay, make sure to check it," she nodded.
After we finished talking, she sent me her location and room number while lying on the bed.
I glanced at the information, then looked up to find she had fallen asleep. Her breathing was steady, her chest rising and falling with each breath. The rhythmic sound through the microphone made it feel like she was sleeping right next to me.
Gradually, I fell asleep too.
The next morning, I was woken up by Catherine's phone ringing.
She groggily got out of bed, fumbling for her phone, and answered without even opening her eyes, "Hello?"
"Catherine, the client will be here in an hour. We need to get ready to go."
"Okay, I'll be down in a moment. You prepare the documents," she said, rubbing her eyes.
"Got it."
After hanging up, Catherine lingered in bed for a moment before getting up and running her hand through her hair.
She went to the wardrobe to pick out a suit I had prepared for her, along with a set of lingerie laid out on the bed.
Seemingly forgetting about the ongoing video call with me, she casually untied her bathrobe and let it fall to the ground.
Her breasts were now free, swaying slightly with her movements. From my perspective, it looked like they were about to fall into my mouth, incredibly tempting.
She picked up the lingerie, adjusted it, slipped her hands through, and fastened the clasp behind her back.
Her full, round breasts were now covered, only showing a spherical silhouette, but it didn't diminish her charm and allure to me.
Bending over, she picked up her panties, letting the crotch part dangle in the air, then stepped into them one by one, pulling them up to her waist.
From my angle, Catherine's pussy was hidden, and I could only see her round buttocks and slender thighs.
But being able to watch her change clothes in front of me through the screen was simply perfect.
Finally, she put on the suit, applied classic makeup, and appeared as a very successful career woman.
As she was about to leave, she started to tidy up her phone and iPad, only then realizing that we were still on a video call.
"You didn't hang up the video call!" Catherine exclaimed in surprise.
"Yeah, and by the way, you look cute when you wake up," I said with a satisfied smile.