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becca777 -> The Phone Call (10/5/2010 7:46:54 AM)
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The phone rang. I jumped. Was it him? Would
he caress my body with his words again? I grabbed my phone and quickly
answered.
'Hello?'
Nothing
'Hello??'
I could hear something. What was it? Rustling
around. It was a man. He cleared his throat a bit. I looked at the
caller id. It WAS him. But he didn't know his phone was on. He must
have accidentally hit the right button. I could hear his every move.
He began to whistle. I smiled. I felt like I was eaves dropping, and I
liked it. That voyeuristic feeling is so erotic.
He was driving. No radio, no conversation, just
the sound of his car and his whistling. I wonder what he drives. The
engine stops. A car door opens.
'Hello.' He says in his familiar, deep, sexual
voice.
'You're
late.' It was a woman. Was it his wife? Was it a girlfriend? I
imagined what she would look like.
'I'll make it up to you.' I imagine a sly grin
to go along with that sultry, smoky voice of his.
The engine hums and the car begins to move, down
a highway perhaps, or a busy city street. I don't hear any other
traffic.
I
sit and listen to a bit of small talk between them, still not sure who
she is. His voice begins to soften and hers turns to a whisper. A
twinge of jealousy begins inside my stomach but is quickly turned to a
feeling of arousal.
I hear a zipper and he sighs deeply. The engine
revs up momentarily before continuing its steady pace.
'Oh yea.' his voice was like silk. She was
pleasing him. I was listening. It increased my arousal. I needed to
listen. It was an addiction I could never let go of. He was an
addiction. I listened. I heard her engulfing his cock into her mouth.
I heard him loving every thing she gave him. My fingers traced the
bottom of my skirt and then slowly found their way up my thigh and into
my panties. Hooking the sides, I pulled them over and began to pleasure
myself as I listened to them over the phone.
His breathing became labored. Her motions sped
up. I could hear the noises of her mouth sucking him. The wetness, the
need, the desire to drink him. I felt it. She had to also.
My fingers maneuvered inside and out as my
breathing also became labored. I could feel the height of my arousal so
very close.
I
listened intently, waiting for him to explode inside her mouth. Every
moan from his lips penetrated me. Every word he muttered 'oh yea, suck
it.' caused electricity to wave through my body. I knew he was close. I
needed to hear him cum. I felt so very close also. I needed to cum.
His primal yell and gags from her throat told me
just how intense it was. Imagining he grabbed her head and thrust into
her was all it took for me. The waves of pleasure grabbed at me and my
orgasm overtook me. I let out an involuntary yelp as it seized me and
rode the wave until my body eased it's way back down to reality.
My phone was lying next to me and I picked it
up.
'Hello??? Who
is there???' his voice was much sharper now. I realized I was too loud
and he discovered his phone to be on. I merely kissed the phone,
breathed a 'thank you' and hung up with a smile.
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