I strolled into the bathroom, unbuttoning my shirt and loosening my tie, my phone clutched in one hand.
"Come on, show me your pussy, I wanna see if it's gotten tighter," I urged.
I stared at the screen, wishing I could reach through and touch her warm, tight pussy.
Catherine wasn't as bold as me. She tossed the phone on the table, avoiding eye contact with both me and the screen.
"Just take a proper shower. Stop messing around," her voice came through the phone.
"How am I messing around? I can't even touch you right now. I just wanna see your body. Please, honey, I'm really sad," I said, trying to sound pitiful.
Catherine softened instantly. "Okay, but just a quick look."
"Okay, as long as I can see you properly, I'm satisfied," I chuckled.
I placed the phone on the shelf in front of the shower, propping it up with a bottle of shower gel.
Catherine positioned the phone in front of her pussy, then suddenly scratched above it with a finger.
She must have felt an itch, but from my perspective, it looked like she was masturbating.
That sight sent a jolt through my lower abdomen. Even though I was taking a cold shower, I felt like my whole body was on fire, my blood boiling, all converging towards my lower abdomen.
"Keep scratching your pussy, don't stop," I said in a hoarse voice.
"But I've already scratched the itch," she whispered.
"It's okay, just pretend you're scratching it for me. I like watching you touch yourself," I coaxed.
"But it's so embarrassing," she protested.
"It's not. I'm your boyfriend, and I'll just think you're doing a great job. Just imagine you're taking a shower, use your hand to rub your pussy," I encouraged her.
Eventually, with my continued encouragement, Catherine overcame her embarrassment and placed her hand on her pussy.
But due to her poor experience, she covered her pussy with her hand, even blocking the camera. I could only see her hand covering her pussy.
"Babe, your hand is blocking the view. Use one finger to press on the slit," I instructed patiently.
"One finger?" Catherine repeated, then followed my instructions, retracting the other four fingers and leaving her middle finger resting on her pussy.
"Good, now gently and slowly move your finger up and down," I guided her to the next step.
She followed my instructions, and gradually her breathing became heavier and quicker.
"How does it feel?" I asked as I applied shower gel to myself.
"It feels weird," Catherine said after a moment.
"Do you feel comfortable? Is there a warm sensation?" I asked.
"It's okay, not very comfortable but not uncomfortable either, and there's no warm sensation," she replied cautiously.
It seemed like her level of self-pleasure wasn't enough. I would have to guide her to increase the intensity.
"Do you miss me a lot?" I started with a simple question.
"I think about you every day," Catherine replied innocently.
That hit me right in the feels.
"Do you miss my cock?" I coaxed.
The air went still, and her movements slowed as she rubbed herself.
She hesitated to answer and even hesitated to follow my instructions.
"Do you miss it?" I pressed.
"Yes." After a moment, she finally responded.
A small stream of clear fluid flowed from her pussy. Not much, but enough to wet her finger.
"My dear, I miss your pussy too. Shall we keep going?" I urged eagerly.
"Okay."
Catherine continued to gently and slowly rub her pussy with her middle finger.
As a result of my earlier questions, more and more fluid flowed from her pussy, wetting the tip of her finger.
"Now, insert your middle finger into your hole," I instructed. Catherine found the spot and curved her finger, poking it in up to the first knuckle.
"Like this?" she asked tentatively.
"Yes, sweetheart, you're doing great." I encouraged her. "Next, push your finger in and out, gently but faster."
Catherine's middle finger went in up to the first knuckle, while her other fingers stayed loose on the sides, moving along with the thrusting motion.
It now looked like she was really masturbating.
There was a lot more fluid, and as she played with her fingers, a wet, splashing sound excited me more than a car race.
My Catherine, I had taught her how to masturbate!
Her breathing became more rapid and urgent.
But she still bit her lip, not letting out any sounds.
"Sweetheart, your voice is beautiful, let it out," I whispered.
"No... it's too embarrassing," she refused.
"It's okay, I love your voice. Let me hear it. I haven't heard those soft sounds you make when I'm inside you for a long time," I coaxed patiently.
Catherine kept her mouth tightly closed, squeezing out hot, restless sounds from her nostrils.
She was slowly changing for me.
She was such a good girl, and my affection for her grew increasingly stronger.
"Catherine, now put your finger on your clit, okay?"
Catherine obediently stopped her hand, then touched her moist, smooth pussy, finding the spot I mentioned.
Finally, her hand stopped on the slightly raised little pearl on her pussy and she asked, "Here?"
"Yes, that's it. Press your finger on your clit and rub it gently. Rub it like I did before, it will feel amazing," I said eagerly.
Catherine pressed her middle finger on her clit, mimicking the way I had rubbed her before.
She couldn't help but tighten her legs. Then she remembered I was watching her, so she spread them again.
Her legs trembled uncontrollably, and every time she tried to close them, she used her willpower to keep them apart.
My heart softened as I watched her act so obediently.
Before long, her legs were shaking uncontrollably, and even her abdomen was moving up and down.