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The alarm on his phone was ringing dragging him out of his sleep. “What time?” he muttered, pulling the phone close to his eyes so he could see. “Four AM?” What had possessed him? He blinked twice and looked at the phone again, turning its alarm off, and settling back down to the hotel room’s bed.
That reminded him.
Somewhere else there was another phone. The same model, the same plan, the same alarm. Set for the same time but in another time. It would be seven AM for her. She had the better of it, of course. She got to sleep in.
Thinking of her there, naked in their bed, he slid his hand down to his hardening cock.
Somewhere, a thousand miles to the east, and just a bit south, she was sliding her own hand between her legs, touching her silky wet folds and thinking of him.
He stroked himself faster and faster, thinking of her. Her breasts, dangling above his lips, her nipples teasing him. Her pussy wet and ready for him. She was there, he was sure, doing the same thing as him, just as surely as her love for him was the same as his for her.
The only thing that wasn’t the same was their location.