Message-ID: <12652eli$9807012300@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "eva jones" Subject: The Phone Call Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <01bda561$bded53e0$cba03ace@tlrzjjcy> The Phone Call July 1, 1998 By Eva Jones I knew for some reason that you would end up calling. Though I had sent you an email earlier telling you that I was having computer problems, I had fixed them by the time the phone rang. Being offline wasn't deliberate; at least I don't think so. I was busy doing other things before sitting down to relax and have a long and meaningful conversation like we normally do. Honest, I really just think I was running late. One of the girls answered the phone, talking in baby talk, trying to fool you. Of course, you didn't fall for it. I quickly took the phone, anxious to hear your voice. Though it had only been three days since we last spoke by phone, I love to listen to you talk. I love your voice, every syllable sending shock waves through my body. I guess that's the way my body lets me know how much I love and miss you. We talked about little things, mostly the problem with the computer before I was finished with all my tasks and headed off for some quiet in my bedroom. Its kind of lonely in there, all my belongings long shipped off to your house, waiting for me to make the big move. I have kept a few essentials; some CD's, cassettes, magazines I haven't begun to read yet and one book of erotic fiction. While sitting on my couch, I tease you by telling you I'm changing my clothes for bed. While unbuttoning my shorts, I giggle as I inform you that I'm removing them. "Now its just me in a t shirt and a pair of panties. I got rid of the bra a long time ago." Using one had, I pull up my shirt, feeling the cool air against my nipples. "The shirt is gone." I stood there naked for a moment before I hear you whisper how you are picturing me standing there clad only in underwear. A tingle runs from my crotch to my chest. I grabbed one of my nighties from the pile of clothes on the other end of the couch and pull it over my head, the hemline stopping just above my knees. It was the one I bought just before we actually met in person, something new, yet still simple for my taste. I sat on the couch and lit a cigarette, listening to you talk again. Hearing you speak, but not really paying attention to what you're saying. I can't help it, that damn voice of yours. The way you laugh drives me absolutely insane, in a good way of course. And the tingles in my body are going into overdrive. I miss you so much and wish you could be here with me tonight. Getting up, I walked to my bed and lay upon it, my body rocking slowly from the water in the mattress. I think about how you've talked about wanting to have me in a waterbed. I'd laugh and tell you anytime, that with the waves, there are two in strokes to every 1 out stroke, but come to think of it, you seemed to like the idea even more after that. In the corner of the bed, I spy the book of erotica. A sly smile appeared on my lips. I had been thinking of doing this before, but my shyness made me think twice. But now, I am confident and so completely turned on, that I cant resist. I begin telling you about the book while thumbing through the pages, looking for one in particular that I enjoy tremendously. Giggling, I play the shy part when I tell you that I'm going to read to you one of the stories, but knowing full well what I have in mind. Settling back into my pillows, I began to read about the couple in the espresso bar. How their eyes keep meeting and smiles are exchanged numerous times. Then he follows her to the restrooms, though two separate rooms for men and women. And how he listens to her urinate, but then realizing she is masturbating. After she is done, she lets him know that she knows he's there, while he is standing there cock in hand, stroking himself violently. She asks him to reciprocate and he wants her help; to hear her cum again with him. All the while I'm reading, I have my hand between my thighs, rubbing my clit to a frenzy. In the parts where his breathing is irregular, I do the same, but I'm not acting. I am pleasuring myself for you and you don't even know it. I was doing. I think you were a little amazed, but I was too. I'd never thought that I would ever do this with anyone else aware, let alone over the phone. When I asked you what you were doing, you told me how you were on the floor, rubbing your cock from outside your jeans, lifting your hips for added pressure. Hearing this, my fingers sped up, faster and faster, rubbing circles around my clit. I was so turned on and then you really got into it. I heard you moving throughout the house, the screen door opening and shutting. "I'm outside now," you told me. And I was excited because I knew what was happening next. While fingering myself, you began to tell of what you wish you were doing to me. How you would lower yourself between my thighs and lick my slit, softly at first, then harder, moving up and down between my legs with your tongue. I, on the other hand was feeling my orgasam blossoming within. Over and over, I pushed and pulled myself with your words to guide me. Imagining you words were reality and you were really here with me, doing those wonderful things to my body. My breathing quickens, then stops as the waves of my orgasam strike me down. Moaning over and over, "Oh baby... that feels so good... oh yes.... i love you.... ahhh baby, I can feel you." I can fanitly here you speaking, you breath a little ragged. But no moans or words signifying your own climax. I continued stroking myself, coming down from that pirch of extacy but ready for another. I feel bad that you havent come yet, and begin to speak to you about what I'm doing to you. How I'm taking your hard cock in my hands; how beautiful it is. And slowly licking alongside the shaft, nibbling on the glans that stand out from the blood rushing to the end of your prick. I take the head in my mouth, sucking hard as I flick your hole with my tongue. Again, my imagination takes over and I can feel you on my lips, my tongue actually teasing you, bringing you closer to the edge. Then I take the whole thing in my mouth, sucking hard as I retreat then swallowing up again. I can her your breathing coming in spurts and I know you're fixing to come. I whisper into the phone, "Oh baby.... yes.... I love the taste of you..... stroke yourself for me... harder.... I want to hear you come for me...... Oh baby, I want you to come in my mouth.... I want to feel you shoot your load down my throat.. I want to taste all of you....yes baby.... stroke it for me... come for me." Your breath comes in spurts as I whip myself into a frenzied passion, my own orgasm building. You're close, I can tell. Again, I whisper those naughty words of love to you begging you to come for me. Finally, my climax overtakes me as I moan loudy and speak your name, calling out for you. Then I hear you moan as your orgasam spills from your cock. I whisper.."Oh yes, baby....it's so good..... you taste so good." Settling back into the bed, my breathing is becoming normal. My hand is still between my legs and I give my clit a little flick now and again, sending electric jolts pulsing through my body and out my toes and fingers. We giggle at each other, exhausted from our lovemaking session. "Gawd, I gotta sit down. My legs are too wobbly to stand any longer," you say. I ask you if it was good for you, and you answer with a strong "Yes". We dilly dallied and talked for a few minutes before I felt the hunger rising within me once again. I was having fun and I was going to enjoy it for as long as I could. I continued stimulating myself while I began telling another chapter in our story. "I crawl onto your lap, straddling your thighs. I kiss your lips, tasting how sweet you are. Tasting me on you. I move to your ear, softly nibbling on your lobe alternating it with gentle kisses." I hear you moan softly and an "Oh baby" fall from your lips. My stroking continues, feeling the slickness running from between my lips down my thighs. "I'm massaging your shoulders while I kiss you. Then I move downward to your throat and kiss you there. I move down even more, kissing your chest and your stomach. Taking your slowly hardening cock in my hand, I kiss it lovingly before taking it in my mouth and sucking hard." It was hard for me to control myself from coming again, but was able to hold off for a while longer. I swear, I could almost hear you stroking your cock up and down. "I climb on to you again, taking your cock between my fingers, running it up and down my slit, teasing myself with you, rubbing your prick hard against my clit. Oh baby... that feels so good," I coo into the phone. Your steady breathing begins to shallow as I tell you how im slipping you inside me, inch by inch, feeling you fill me. All the while, my own fingers are slipping in and around my hole, teasing myself, but getting closer to climax. "I'm sliding up and down on your cock, squeezing it with my inner muscles. Damn, baby.. you feel so good. Oh yeah." Im getting closer, but I know you need more. The second time for you usually takes a little longer. "I move off your cock, and over to the side of you. I raise my ass in the air, wiggling it as i give you a slight giggle. Slide your cock into me, deep and hard. You know how i like it." "Oh yeah," I hear you manage to say. My body begins to burn as I beg you to fuck me harder. "With one of your hands on my hip, you take the other and grab by breasts, kneeding and squeezing them. It feels so damn good. Then you pinch my nipples, rolling them between your fingers. Then your hand drops to my clit, rubbing it furiously while you smack your pelvis against my ass." I am right on the edge and I cant hold back anymore. My legs quiver against my hand and closing tightly as my orgasam overtakes me once again. "Oh David.... baby..... I love you... Oh my god..... This feels so good..... Oh baby... you're the best.... I love what you do to me." My orgasm begins to subside as I hear your breathing quicken drasticly. "C'mon baby, fill me up. I want to feel you come inside me. Please baby, come for me. Stroke yourself harder." And then your moaning becomes louder and hear a grunt escape from your lips as come shoots from your cock. "Yeah, baby.... just like that....oh, its feels so good." Our breathing slowly becomes normal as a silence overcomes us. I think our silence is from the emotions we had shared. My body is still warm and sweat is speckling my forhead. "I love you," I finally say, meaning it more than either one of us can honestly understand. "I love YOU," you answer. "I've never had anything like this happen before," you tell me. "Well, someone has talked dirty to me over the phone before, but nothing like this ever happened." Im proud that I could bring you pleasure with such distance between us. And I felt better myself for sharing myself with you in this way. Im not saying this is the best sex we've ever had; nothing competes with what we make when we're toghether physically, but this is different. Its remarkable that even without your touch, knowing that the love we share can still be expressed and fulfilling while we wait to be together. You truly are the best lover I've ever known. 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