AN: Leslie is in Pawnee. Ben is in Washington. Remember that time Leslie jokingly asked Ben what he's wearing? Well, she was reminding him of this little incident.

B: What are you wearing?

L: Hmmm. Just a black silky nightgown.

B: Fuck.

L: The one with lace trimmings.

B: Fuck, Leslie, that's the one I like on you the most.

*L sent a picture*

B: Typing...

*B is calling*

Leslie laughs as she answers Ben's video call. "Babe, are you still in the office?" She has her laptop next to her on the bed. She knows Ben can see her stretched out. She makes sure that he has a good view of her cleavage.

"I am. Everyone has gone home. So I'm all alone here." Ben says, his voice soft as he stares intensely at Leslie from his laptop on his desk. His mouth waters at the sight of her in a black flimsy nightgown. "God, Leslie. You look so fucking hot." He feels his arousal growing as he traces his eyes on her small feet, smooth legs, curvy hips and perfect round breasts that threatened to pop out of her night gown.

Leslie's finger playfully draws circles on her bare legs and teasingly slides her palm on her thighs, causing the nightgown to shift higher. Ben catches sight of her black panties. A deep groan escapes his mouth. He had given her that underwear for her birthday. And he remembers how soft it feels when he presses his mouth on Leslie's pussy through it.

"Do you want me to touch myself?" Leslie's voice drips with sensuality. It was a little raspy as she had a lot of meetings and presentations at work today.

Ben replies, "yes" with a heavy tone. His dick strains against his pants when he sees Leslie trace her slit slowly with her middle finger. She then flattens her palm and glides it over her belly button and all the way to her right breast.

She starts rubbing her nipple through her silky nightgown. Ben can't stand it anymore. Her palm squeezing her mound, while running her thumb over her hard pink nipple, is almost his breaking point. That was one of his favorite thing to do to her that drives her crazy. Leslie's eyes are closed and she's biting her lips trying not to moan too loud.

He unbuckles his belt and loosens his tie. Ben unzips his pants and frees his throbbing dick. He already had pre-cum at the tip of his penis. He spreads it around the head of his sensitive shaft. He lets out a loud groan as he circles his dick with his hand and starts jacking off.

Leslie's other hand travels back down to her panties. She slides it off her frantically and her hand is immediately back on her hot pussy, her fingers spreading the folds until her middle finger found her sensitive clit. She starts circling it, spreading her wetness all around her. She spreads her legs to give Ben a better view of what she is doing.

Ben is beating himself harder. His other hand gripping his desk so his chair doesn't roll away. He eyes are glued on the laptop screen. Leslie is having a hard time controlling her moans from the onslaught of her hands on her breast and finger in her pussy that is now sliding in and out of her.

"Leslie, I'm about to cum." Ben's voice cracks at the agony of trying to hold it together.

Leslie goes back to rubbing her clit as she is about to reach her climax too. She shakes uncontrollably and she lets out bursts of desperate moans as she reaches her peak. Her legs clamped together as she rides her orgasm.

Seeing Leslie cum and her body lift from her bed as she continues touching herself even as she's reached climax makes Ben explode. His whole body stiffens and his dick shoots out loads intermittently. He groans deeply as he continues his wrist motion until he's completely finished.

Leslie and Ben try to come down from their climax. Leslie looks like she's about to fall asleep from the ecstasy she was feeling. She breathes heavily and Ben is hypnotized by the rise and fall motion of her chest.

"When are you coming to visit me?" Ben asks when he finally finds his voice.

"Just one more week, babe." Leslie sleepily murmurs.

"I can't wait to be inside you."