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A Phone Call
A Phone Call
She wakes in the morning and the first thoughts that she has are of him. She wonders about the way he smells, the way he sleeps, the way his touch would feel against her skin, and the way his manhood would feel grazing against her sex.
She immediately becomes aroused and decides that she needs to hear his voice so she rolls over on her side and picks up the phone and begins to dial his number that she has memorized by heart. The phone rings once, twice, three times and the moment she feels her heart sink and she gets ready to hang up the phone she hears his sultry, sleepy “Hello?”
“Hello gorgeous, I just had to hear your voice this morning. I must confess I woke up this morning with thoughts of you”, she says breathlessly.
“Mmmm”, he moans softly into the phone.
“Baby, you have no idea how nice it is to hear from you. I was just having the best dream about being with you.”
She perks up, very interested in what he has to say. “Really?” She asks with heightened enthusiasm. “By all means, tell me about what you were dreaming of.”
“Well”, he says, “It started with you walking into the bedroom dripping wet, wearing nothing but a towel…”
His voice gets really sultry and soft and he begins to tell her about the rest of the dream.
Standing beside the bed, you look down at me and smile seductively. Leaning down you kiss me softly and in that heavenly voice of yours say, “Good morning my love. How did you sleep?”
I can barely think let alone speak for I am totally enraptured by your beauty. The way your wet hair falls in curly ringlets over your shoulders, the way you are clutching that towel around your soft, supple, nude form, the way there are delicate soap suds sliding down the inside of your legs from your nether regions…they all combine to make one hell of a picture to wake up to.
Without saying a word, I look into your gorgeous deep brown eyes and I smile, all the while thinking to myself how lucky a man I am to have someone like you in my life. I slowly reach for you and pull your wet body down into the bed with me. I remove the towel and fling it to the floor and I lightly run my fingers over your hardening nipples as I kiss you passionately.
I feel you moan against my mouth and I take this as a sign that you are enjoying it so I let my fingers run down your taunt stomach and my nimble fingers work themselves between your legs and I slowly begin to play with your sex. I can feel you trembling with anticipation. Before I even really know what is happening I can feel your hands over my bulging, muscular arms and I also feel you working your hands down my back and around my waist to my already hard cock. I look into your eyes and see them mischievously twinkling and I know that you are up to no good.
“Michelle…baby, what are you thinking?” I say to you in a good-natured way.
Coyly you grin back at me and say, “Nothing my love”. The moment that you finish that sentence I can feel your hand wrapping around my cock and slowly starting to massage me up and down the length of it.
“Uugggggh, that is one hell of a nothing.” I reply as I get lost in the pleasure waves that motion and your touch are sending throughout my body. “God woman, you touch me like the first time, every time.”
In one quick, deft movement I slide you onto your back and I climb onto your body and I slowly start to pump my hips against your nude sex. I entwine my fingers in your hair and I begin to kiss you passionately. I look deeply into your eyes and I just smile, feeling my soul get lost in those chocolate pools of serenity. Just as I start to get too deep into thought I hear you crying out.
“Oh god, “ you moan, “please make love to me”.
I think to myself about what a lucky bastard I truly am, because damn, I have never had such a beautiful woman who was so perfect for me in every way beg me to make love to her before.
I laugh evilly and say, “Ah ah ah, you know how I feel about you begging for things before I am ready to give them. Just relax and be patient. Most of the excitement of traveling is the time it takes you to arrive at your destination.”
As I say that to you I lovingly begin to lick down your tight tummy, flicking my tongue over and over the little circlet hoop in your navel. Then I begin to massage my fingers into your waist and into your hips as my face travels lower and lower on your body until my nose is nudging your clitoris. I feel your fingers tighten their grip on my hair and I know without you uttering a syllable that I have hit pay dirt.
“MMmm, god that feels so good!” Michelle’s voice echoes off of the walls. “Baby, you are the best lover I have ever heard in my life,” she screams almost breathlessly.
I feel you writhing all over the bed and I know that you are close to having an orgasm so I let my magic tongue start to flick your clit hard and furious knowing that it will send you over the edge. Just like I thought, within moments, I feel you shuddering against my face. I feel your legs and your pelvis contract and release over and over again. Then, without warning, I feel that luscious stream of nectar seep out of you and I know that I brought you to the limit and now you are giving me my reward. I suck and kiss at your wet sex hungrily, making sure not to miss one single solitary drop of your sweetness.
“Hmmm, so how was that my love? To think that I have not even begun to please you the way that you need to be…do you think that you can handle more of me tonight Princess?” I ask with a smile on my face as wide as the grand canyon.
“Awww damn, can you hang on for a sec honey? My call waiting is beeping and I had better take the call.” He says with mild irritation in his voice.
She sighs, “Yeah, I can wait but hurry back.”
She hears the phone click and she sits there in silence looking at the time, hoping that this call doesn’t take too long. After what feels like hours, she finally hears his warm, honey-like voice say, “Chelle, are ya still there?”
“Yes, I’m here,” she replies.
“Damn baby, I am so sorry but it is work. I am going to be awhile so I thought that I had better come back and let you know so you can hang up. You know how it is…,” his voices trails off.
She replies with great disdain in her voice, “I thought that today was your day off. They call you when you have a day off too? Ah well, I guess I will go shower. If you want to call me later, please do so, I’ll be home all day as well.”
He says rather shortly, “Kay babe, will do. G’bye.”
She hangs up the phone and then gets up from her bed and walks to her bathroom thinking that she was totally left hanging this time and she is not a happy camper. Oh well, she thinks, it’s not like a man has not left me high and dry before.
She reaches into the shower and slowly turns on the water and waits for the temperature to adjust before she steps in. She muses to herself, “God, he is certainly is one amazingly sexy man. Too bad he isn’t here with me now…here with me now, now now.”
As the water runs down her body, she slips into deep contemplation, almost to the state of dreaming…
The shower curtain opens up and he steps into the shower with her. Silently, he runs his hands over her nude body and immediately bends his head down and gently licks at her already hardening nipples. She lets out a soft sigh and begins to run her fingers thru his hair, trembling because she can feel his mouth all over her supple breast. He feverishly moves back and forth from one nipple to the other licking and sucking furiously. Before she even really knows what happened he lifts her off the ground and pushes her against the wall, holding her body up with his own. She instinctively wraps her legs around his waist and begins pulling him closer and tighter against her hot, soapy body. He grins mischievously and grabs a bar of soap and starts to rub it between his hands, getting them all covered and then looks at her and tries to innocently say, “Your body needs washed, does it not?” She just quietly nods her head.
He begins to run his hand over her chest, down her taunt tummy, and between her legs to all her soft, feminine areas and she begins to moan. She slides down his body and settles her feet back down on the ground and slowly sinks to her knees in the shower. She deftly takes his manhood into her hand and begins to stroke him, softly but with definite determination that she wants this action to lead to something else. He is beside himself with passion and he loses the fortitude to pretend that this does nothing to him and be begins to moan, loudly. As his moans increase in intensity and loudness she pulls him just a tad closer and then wraps her mouth around his hard, pulsing cock and begins to furiously suck him. She looks up at him with her big doe eyes and licks the head over and over again and then slides her mouth down around him and sucks nice and hard.
“Mmm, damn Michelle that feels so very good. I don’t want to be greedy and not please you but at the same time I don’t want you to stop”, he says as he holds her head to his pelvis.
Just as she gets totally enveloped in the dream, the water in the shower runs very cold. “Agghh! Jesus H. Christ,” she exclaims with a mixed demeanor of disgust and agitation. She muses to herself as she turns off the shower and grabs a towel, “Just as well I don’t think about such things, who knows when we’ll be together, he never seems to have time for me between his work and his friends.”
As she finishes toweling off, she decides that she is going to go back to bed for a bit and she slips into the covers and drifts off to sleep within minutes, lost in thoughts and dreams of being with the man that she lusts for, loves, and adores for the rest of the natural lives.