A Phone Call

"A Phone Call"

She paced barefooted in her bedroom nervously waiting.  The soft Berber carpet pressed against her naked toes as it did a thousand times before but this time she noticed.  She could feel the soft tufts of fabric brush against her heel and the way it snuck between her toes with each step.  Her senses were heightened and she was aroused.  “Why hasn’t he called” she said aloud but ever so quietly.  Looking at the clock that rested on her dresser she realized that what seemed like an eternity had only been two minutes.  She chided herself knowing she was being silly.  She was innocence primed for lust and he was just finger tips away.  She stood there in front of her second story apartment window staring at the world outside.  It was mid day and the sun pierced the glass casting shadows and beams of light all around her.  She waited for him backlit and simply radiant.  The sun crawled across her exposed hip where her orange pastel low-cut boy panties gently rested.  Her perfectly bubble round ass beckoned a smack but no one was there to give it.  The only other clothing she wore was handkerchief style bra in soft shade of baby blue that was tied teasingly to the side of her soft yet protruding breasts.  She bit her lip lost in thought.  Her patience was thinning.  Just as she was about to give up and get dressed her phone rang and a huge smile crossed her face.  It was him.

She walked across the room now ignorant of the carpet and the way it felt and fell backwards flopping on her unmade bed listening to his voice.  It moistened her with each soft, gruff and sexy word he uttered.  She could just imagine his mouth and the way his lips moved as he spoke.  He held power over her with simple words. He knew this and so did she.  “I’ve never done this before” she whispered breathily into the phone.  His response was perfect and she could feel the wetness expanding in the crotch of her panties.  “No I don’t want to stop” she said hesitantly.  You could hear her breathing quicken a bit as she spoke to him.  “Yes, I am laying here.  My fingers?  They are on my belly.”  She smiled at his words while she lay there nestled in against her down comforter listening.  She squirmed every now and then at the things he said.  “Yes, I am ready” she said smiling yet again with her confidence growing.  “I will.  I am putting you on speaker phone now.”  As she did this she kicked her comforter away from her and onto the floor.  She lay there with her thick brown hair falling to the side of her against her pillow ready for what was going to happen next.

“Where are your hands now?” he asked as his voice crawled soothingly from the phone tickling her wanting body.  They were on her bed she responded.  “Ok I want you to take your bra off” he told her.  She did this and as her breast rested against her chest with the cool air making her nipples hard she tossed her top to the side and onto the floor.  He had allowed for the perfect length of time before he spoke again.  He knew she had done as she was asked and did not need to talk about it further.  “Run your hands across your tits, massage them” he commanded.  Again she did as she was asked.  “Do you like that?” he didn’t wait for answer.  “Play with your nipples”, he continued to guide her.  She continued to do as she was told. The feeling was simply amazing to her.  She had never been this turned on before.  “Imagine my hands are on you, caressing you.  Imagine my tongue sliding across your tits and gently resting on your pebble like nipples, swirling around them.”  She was growing wetter and hornier by the moment.  He asked again “Do you like that?”  She simply moaned yes lost in his voice and her desires.  “Imagine me sucking each one of your wonderful tits into my mouth and gently biting down on your nipples.  Pinch them so you can feel my bite.” she did so moaning again, squirming just a bit more.  As her legs moved back and forth against her cotton white sheets she was a sight to see.  Hungry and wanton on her sun bathed bed just as he was imagining on the other end of the phone.  “Now keep doing that but take your left hand and run it down your stomach toward your thigh”.  She happily did this; she so desperately wanted to touch herself.  She tickled her abs and ribs as she imagined only he could coming to rest on the inside of her left thigh.  She paused there circling her skin with a feathery touch waiting for his next request.   He let her wait a bit, teasing her with the silence.

“Are you still there?”She asked.  He responded with a huskier than before yes.  He asked her to run her hands over the cotton portion of her panties just above her mound, only with her fingertips.  “Yes…Yes I am wet. Yes its moist.” She answered his questions hungrily. She wanted more. She wanted to dip her fingers into her wet and waiting pussy but did not because that was for him to ask.  Moaning, she simply whispered “Please” into the phone. She softly ran her fingers against the moist fabric above the lips of her cunt she listened to his words savoring each one as it rang out into her now seemingly warm apartment.  Slowly she raised her hand to her half open mouth.  Her tongue darted out licking her fingers.  She savored the flavor, enjoying it.  “I’ve never done that before” she said into the air.  “It’s salty and sweet all at the same time” answering his next question.  “Yes…yes I like tasting myself but I want you to taste me.” She half begged.  The world’s largest earth quake could have hit at this very moment and she would not have noticed.  She was so turned on little shudders ran through her body.  She had barely done anything and he already had her experiencing small orgasms.  His voice alone had made her cum.

“Now I want you to run your hands inside your panties and finger yourself” he said with just the right amount of gruff in his voice.  She eagerly responded neglecting her breast and thrusting both hands into her underwear.  It was a tight fit but she was determined.  “Are you fingering yourself?” He asked. Yes was her nearly barked response.  He smiled. You could hear his smile in his voice and she imagined his eyes as he smiled.  “Gently and softly work your fingers around your pussy brushing the lips but stay away from your clit.”  She grunted a slightly objecting and frustrated response but did as she was asked.  God this felt good but she wanted more. She wanted to feel her clit.  She wanted to thrust a couple of her fingers into her hungry cunt.  Just as she was about to cheat and do it any ways he told her to.  “Play with you clit.  Use soft small circles and go just slow enough while imagining me mouthing you.”  She was lost in a vision, he a scruffy man with dark eyes peering up at her as he lapped away at her woman hood.  She could smell her desire in the air and it only made her want more.

She raised her hips slightly off the bed as she shimmied her panties down her thighs.  She did this all with one hand while she continued to finger her clit and listen to his sexy voice control her.  The moisture from between her legs was pooling on her sheets leaving a recognizable wet spot she was oblivious to.  Her panties never made it completely off. They lay there rolled and bunched against her calves.  She managed to kick one leg free so that she could spread herself wider in preparation for what was to come next.   He finally told her to put her fingers deep inside of her open legs.   “Are you playing with yourself too?” she asked.  His response was a heavily whispered yes.  He told her how he had his hand around his cock and was imagining himself pumping in out of her wet pussy, grinding down hard on her.  “God I wish you were actually here fucking me” she cried out as she continued to piston three fingers in and out of her now fully exposed pussy. 

Their intensity picked up and neither of them really had enough focus to speak.  The room was bathed in the echoes of his grunts and the increase of her moans.  He managed to ask if she was going to cum.  She was so close but not quite there and she told him so.  “I’m so close….so close…Are you going to cum?”  Yes he grunted and so she worked her fingers faster hoping to get there.  She wanted to hear him cum though.  It turned her on knowing he was just about to spew ropes of thick wet sticky cum everywhere just imaging he was fucking her.  She saw it in her head and was so close.  “Cum for me….Cum on me!  Please shoot your load all over me” she now almost yelled out into the empty apartment.  Part of her briefly wondered why she said that because she never would have before yet she realized and knew she wanted it.  She wanted for him to cum on her one day.  She wanted to taste his seed, to feel him exploded deep inside of her.  As she thought this a small wave began to build and she was nearly there.  Then she heard him grunt and say he was cumming and that sent her over the edge.  The wave crashed to her body and she was hit with an intense orgasm.  One of which she had not felt in a long while. It traveled the length of her body and did not subside. She moaned loudly as he grunted.  She then smiled as her orgasm subsided imaging the mess he made on his end.  Conversation fell to very few words.  

They listened to one another’s breathing as she lay there drenched in sweat, her sheets pulled from one corner of the bed.  The smile on her face was priceless.  He muttered something about needing to go.  “mmm ok” she cooed.  “Will you call me later?” she asked not really hearing his answer.  He whispered good bye as did she and then there was silence.  Rolling over clutching her pillow imaging it was him she lay there spent inhaling deeply and imagining his cologne that she has never smelled.

By 
Thomas Aiden