Telephone Lover

I grabbed the phone on the second ring. 

My heart was beating in anticipation, as I snuggled back down under the duvet. 

It was in the early hours of the morning, and I knew it would be you, my wonderful telephone lover, calling from your mobile as you drove home from your business trip.

Your low musical voice bounced from the satellite, down to my phone. Your words massaged the dark recesses of my mind that longed to be found and discovered, the very depths explored and exposed.

"What are you wearing?" 

”I am naked for you”

"Good" 

"Is your body is soft and warm for me?" 

“Oh yes, very soft and warm”

The tone of your suggestiveness started a pulse pounding in my cunt. My hips felt hot and heavy, and my thighs tingled even from this short exchange.

Earlier, I had awoken to the trickle of juice creeping down my inner thighs, and I lay in the warm bed slowly stroking my erect nipples with hot fingers, thinking about your body, your wonderful cock, and your incredibly sexy voice. 

Anticipation is indeed an aphrodisiac of the mind.

Your low, melodic tones give me so much sensational feeling and pleasure, which you instinctively know how to deliver.

"Get your toy," the velvety smooth sound insisted, washing over me, giving me a tremor that I felt deep down in the lowest, hottest part of my eager cunt.

The toy, ready and humming, was prepared to do its best work. I spent a moment wondering how you knew so well what I wanted, needed. 

What is it about your mind that turns me on so?

I closed my moist thighs tight around the vibe and let the vibrations work through my hot dripping cunt, up into my stomach, hips, and right into my bones. My breath came in short gasps, and as you listened to me, you murmured your consent and pleasure. 

I began softly moaning, closing my eyes, picturing you, standing over me, watching.

"What are you doing, does it feel good? Tell me"

Your voice is like an all-knowing hand that gently strokes and nips, plays, tickles, and touches all my senses. It sneaks into all those tiny hiding places that no one else has dared to go.

"I’m teasing my nipples” 

When we first started having phone sex, it felt strange to say the words, but I knew that was what you wanted to hear, it builds a connection between us; which gets deeper and stronger every time we talk. 

“Now I’m moving my hand down across my tummy. I want to play with my clit, and I am imagining that your warm mouth is covering my cunt, licking me until I can’t take any more”

“Remember the last time?” you say softly, “you begged to suck my cock”

Indeed I did remember. 

I recalled the sweet taste of you. How your cock hardened in my mouth. How I savoured the sweet precum. How I sucked on your balls, and how they felt against my tongue. I remembered the scent of you, your soap, and your aftershave. 

I thought about your cock moving inside me, stirring up feelings I didn’t even know I had. Your hands roaming over my body, touching me in places that made me tremble. 

I feel complete when your cock is deep inside me, making me cum over and over again.

“I can see you. You are in bed, naked, stroking on your nipples, they are getting hard and tight. I want to lick them. Push your toy deep into your wet cunt”

Your voice stroked me, making me come alive with your energy. I could feel your words going into my ear and up into my imagination. I pictured you watching me, feeling me. 

How do you know just what to say? Is it your dominance I admire? Do I feel your sex appeal? 

Your voice drove me on. I could hardly wait. I sensed the orgasm building, stroking myself a little harder. I allowed the wave to wash over me, relieving a little of my tension. Nice and slow, not wild and crazy. Time enough for that later.

“I’m almost there. Push that vibe in all the way, think of my cock in your mouth and you sucking on it, making it nice and wet for your cunt.”

I obeyed your commands and pushed the toy deep inside. I stroked my breasts pretending that my hands were your hands. I tried to mimic your moves, stroking and pinching my nipples like you would do. I felt waves of energy starting to build between my squirming hips. I reached down to my clit, thinking of you and what you would do to me, for me, and I came again, hard.

The excitement and eagerness tormented me. You had built me up to a fevered pitch and I lay on the bed, naked, fully exposed now, my legs wide apart, waiting for you. 

My mind chanted a mantra: get here, get here, get here. 

It felt like time had almost stopped and all was in slow motion.

Then I heard the rasp of your key in the door!