Phone Sex

She was visiting her parents. She and her husband had just bought cell phones a month earlier. He had told her earlier that day to call him after she was in bed. She couldn’t figure out why, but when he answered his phone at 11:30 pm, a shiver of anticipation went through her body.

“Hey, Baby! Are you in bed?” he asked softly.

“Yes, and I’m VERY lonely. I really miss having you next to me.”

“I miss you, too. I sprayed a couple of squirts of your perfume on your pillow so I’d think of you as I drift off to sleep every night.”

“That’s sweet. I can’t wait to make love to you. It will be hard to keep my clothes on when we’re driving home from the airport.”

“Don’t put those thoughts in my head–we have a week to go.”

She giggled. “I’ll wear a skirt home with nothing under it–what do you say? Do you think you’ll be able to keep your hands on the wheel?”

“Will you want me to?”

“Not at all. I’ll want you all over me. It’s a good thing our windows are tinted.”

“What are you wearing?”

“My red silk pajamas.”

“Sexy.”

“I am at my parents’ house, remember.”

“Is the top buttoned?”

“Yes.”

“Unbutton a few buttons and slip your hand inside.”

She did as he said, enjoying the sensation of her fingers on the buttery soft skin of her bosom and wishing the fingers were his.

“Does that feel good?”

“Mmmm…yeah. But it feels so much nicer when you do it.”

“I’m doing it in my mind.”

“You naughty boy!” She fondled herself more deliberately, cupping her breast in her palm and brushing the tip with her thumb.

“Is your nipple getting erect?”

“Yeah–both of them are.” She changed hands, caressing the other breast and switching the phone to her other ear.

“Put the phone down for a second and use both hands, like I do.” She did, kneading her breasts with growing excitement. Then she picked up the phone again.

“Ohh, that’s so nice. I must say, I do have nice boobs. They’re all firm already, and my nipples are getting SO hard.”

“I can just picture your hands on them. I love to watch you touch yourself.”

“I know you do. And I love to feel you touch myself,” she said wistfully.

“Pull the drawstring on your pajama pants.”

“Are we having phone sex?”

“I guess we are. Aren’t cells great?”

“Yes–I never thought of using them this way, though. Leave it to you to come up with this idea.”

“‘Come up’ being the operative phrase here.”

“Whoa there, big fella.”

“Are your pants open?”

“Yes, and I’m pulling them off. It’s kinda hard with one hand. Give me a sec.” She put the phone on her pillow and wriggled out of her pajama pants, then unbuttoned her top the whole way and laid it open to bare her breasts.

“Are you naked?”

“Almost. Are you?”

“Yes. I’ve been sleeping naked every night and imagining your body against mine.”

“Are you getting any sleep at all?”

“It’s hard.”

“Do you mean it’s hard to get any sleep or do you mean, ‘it’s hard’?”

He chuckled. “Roger that, Houston. I’m torturing myself with the smell of your perfume on the pillow and our favorite Diana Krall CDs.”

“I wish I could kiss you right now.”

“And I wish I could kiss you.”

“Where would you kiss me?”

“On your earlobes and your throat, on the small of your back and behind your knees, on your belly–and on your mouth, of course.”

“Would you kiss me between my legs?”

“Yeah, sure I would.”

“They’re silky smooth tonight, and right now they’re wide open.”

“I wish my face were right there between them. Where do you have your hands?”

“I’m caressing the insides of my thighs with my fingertips–Mmmm, that’s nice.”

“You’re making me crazy.”

“Now I’m running my fingers through my bush. Can you hear it?” She put the phone between her splayed thighs and he heard the scratching sound as she ran her fingernails through the wiry hair.

“I could eat you alive.”

She gasped involuntarily. “I’m getting wet. I want you so bad!”

“What are you doing now?” Her breathing was becoming heavier, and she arched her back as she felt the fluttering in her stomach and the growing heat in her vulva. Her breasts were painfully taut, and her thighs were becoming slippery with her growing passion. The inner lips of her throbbing vagina had burst out like the petals of an exotic flower.

“What are you doing now?”

“I’m touching myself very gently. I’m just brushing the edges of my lips with my fingertip. Ohh, Baby–please come to me. I’m so swollen. I want you here. I want you inside me.”

“Put your fingers inside.”

“They’re in, believe me. Ahh–that’s incredible. I’m dripping wet. I’m touching my g-spot, I think. Oh, yeah–that’s it. I’m in really deep. Oh, here it comes I can’t hold it anymore I want you I want you I’m coming I think I’m gonna scream please come love me and hold me I want you in me I have to have you please please oh yes please…Aaaaaah!”

Her body writhed as she climaxed, and he felt the hot wetness on his stomach as his own body reacted to his mental picture of what was happening in that bed so many miles away as the woman he loved and longed for thrashed and moaned in her bad all alone, her body smooth, her hair fragrant, her fingers probing and her mouth full and eager and contorted with the sweet agony of passion.

“I couldn’t hold it. I came, too.”

“I’m not surprised. I wish I could have seen you. I like to watch you come. Whew…Let me catch my breath. That was unbelievable. Now I REALLY want you here. I wish I could fall asleep in your arms and we could wake up naked and welcome tomorrow with a good hard screwing. I don’t know if I can wait until Monday.”

“Me either.”

“I love you, Darling. I can’t wait to get my hands on you. We’ll be like newlyweds again.”

“This is better than when we were newlyweds. We were clueless then.”

“You’re right–this is much better. We’ve learned a lot, haven’t we? We were so ignorant and so inhibited then.”

“Yeah–and we didn’t have cell phones.”

She laughed. “Good night, Baby. I adore you. I hope you can get to sleep now.”

“Me, too. It may be a while. I’ll read a little.”

“And listen to Diana Krall.”

“Yeah.”

“Thanks for the sex–it was really fun.”

“Sure was. But not as good as the real thing. Only six more days.”

“Yup. And then we get to ride home from the airport together.”

“Don’t start again. You’re going to make me so horny I’ll be chewing on the table legs.”

She laughed. “Night, Love. Thanks again.”

“You bet. Sleep tight.”

“Okay. Call me.”

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