Message-ID: <8546eli$9802171141@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Mr. Maquido" Subject: Phone Calls (phone sex) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Content-Type: text/plain 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: <19980217060305.5604.qmail@hotmail.com> Phone Calls Maquido@hotmail.com The conversations set out below occurred this summer. The transcript of the first telephone call is from memory because the call was accepted on a phone that has no recorder attached. It is accurate if not exact. The other transcripts are taken directly from the recorder that I have attached to the phone in my bedroom. For business reasons, it works automatically. The transcripts have been edited only as necessary for readability and to remove certain identifying references. I took out those little irritating things that you don't really notice when you're speaking but that look really stupid in a transcription. Anything in brackets [], was not in the conversation. Names have been changed. First, some background. My wife and I had our next door neighbors over for dinner one night. We talked about the fact that my wife and her husband were both leaving town, my wife to visit family her husband, on work. Our neighbor lady commented that although she doesn't like him to be gone, its usually not that big a deal but she was worried because she had received one of those phone calls the week before. They had previously related to us how every few weeks she got an obscene phone call from someone who mentioned he had been watching her play tennis. I told her if she got nervous she should call me any time day or night or that she could forward her calls to my phone and maybe we could record the guy. My neighbor,Gina, is in her late 30's. Her hair is shoulder length and is usually brown, although it varies slightly from time to time. I classify her as real cute. She is a real nice lady and, day to day, pretty straight laced for the most part. The following are transcripts of phone conversations we had the next week. I offer them in their entirety for those of you that are interested. Wednesday night, 8:30 p.m.: Me: Hello. Gina: Hi. Roger's gone, I just wanted to make sure you're at home in case I get any funny phone calls. Me: I'll be here. Switch the calls over here if you want. Gina: No, that's okay. Roger might call and the weirdo usually only calls every couple of weeks. He's not due for another week. Me: Well, I'm not going anywhere and I don't sleep much when I'm alone so call me anytime if something happens. Gina: Okay, thanks. Bye. Me: Bye. [end of call] Call 2: Wednesday night 11:12 p.m. Me: Hi. did he call? Gina: [laughing]No. Knew it was me, huh? Me: I've already talked to my wife. I figured it was you. Gina: Well, he didn't call. I can't sleep and I saw your lights on and you said you don't sleep when she's gone so I thought I'd call. That way, if he calls the phone will be busy. What's up? Me: Nothing. I'm just doing a little work. Gina: Work? It's too late for that. Me: Yeah, well... Gina: [she yawned and made a sound like she was stretching] I get tired but I can't sleep. Me: Drink a glass of wine. That's what I do. It's God's own special sleep aid. [this phone call was kind of unusual, I was thinking] Gina: I'll have to go buy some tomorrow. What'd your wife have to say? Is she having a good time? Me: She's fine. Family's fine. The kids went skiing, they're fine. Gina: Good. You don't mind that I called do you? Me: Of course not. Gina: You're certainly better to talk to than he is. [you could tell she was referring to her unknown caller] Me: What's this guy say, anyway? Gina: Oh, you know...how he's watched me. How he likes looking at me. And how he wants to do things to me. Me: Pretty strange. But, probably, he really only wants to make little telephone calls. Gina: Well, they make me nervous. Me: You have to be careful. Hey, maybe you could get his credit card number and make him pay. Gina: [laughing] I think I'll just keep slamming the phone in his ear. Me: You don't want him calling your daughter. Gina: I think he hangs up if anybody else answers. I just hope he doesn't find out I'm alone, whoever he is. Me: If he starts calling, forward your calls and come over here, we'll tape him. Gina: Okay. Look I'd better let you go. I didn't mean to bother you. Me: Hey, I'd rather talk to you than do this work. Gina: Good. I wonder what makes somebody want to make those calls. Me: Who knows. Everybody's a little strange. Gina: Well, I could understand if he was calling someone that gave him some response. I guess talking dirty on the phone with somebody you know could be fun. But what he does... Me: Anytime you want to talk dirty to me, you just call me up. Gina: [laughing]Its a deal. But really, wouldn't you enjoy calling your wife when your apart and having fun. Me: I've tried. She's too shy, I guess. Gina: Yea, me too. I couldn't call Roger. Me: I bet he'd enjoy it. Gina: Maybe, I don't know what I'd say. Me: Well, like I said, anytime you want to practice, give me a call. Gina: Right. Well, I'll let you go. Bye. Me: Bye. And call me if he calls. Gina: Okay. Call 3: Thursday night 10:47 P.M. Me: Hello. Gina: Hi, this is your obscene phone call. [she laughed] Me: Great, I've been waiting. Did he call? Gina: Nah. I tried your idea. I drank some wine but I'm still sleepy. Me: I'm sorry. Gina: You don't mind me calling do you? Me: Not at all. Gina: I tried getting Roger involved in a fun phone call, but he just said he had to get up early. Me: [laughing] What'd you say? Gina: I can't tell you that. Me: Aw, come on, I won't tell. And I don't care if I get up early or not. Gina: Ooo, boy, this wine is good. Me: Yeah, wine's good. Gina: Besides, what would your wife say if she knew you were talking dirty to me on the phone. [this is where I first got an idea of what was ahead] Me: I thought we'd just skip that little subject. Gina: You tell me. What would you say? Me: Hey, no fair. You started it. I don't know what I'd say. I guess whatever she wanted to hear. Its been my experience that women are more particular than men in that sort of thing. Gina: Well, you might be surprised. Me: What would you want to hear? Gina: I don't know. Anything, I guess, I've never really done it. Me: Gina, is this call making you a little excited? Gina: [after a pretty long pause] Maybe a little. Me: Good, me too. Gina: Really? Me: What do you think? [she kind of giggled] Me: So, tell me something... Gina: What? Me: I don't know, something sexy. Like, are you in bed yet? What are you wearing? Gina: Not much. But its not real sexy. It's just an old t-shirt. Me: T- shirts can be real sexy. So, where are you? Gina: Laying in bed. Me: What do you have on underneath the t-shirt. Gina: Just my panties. Me: See, that's sexy. Just hearing you say that. [she laughed again] Me: So, what would I see if I was looking at you? Can you see panties? Gina: No, the shirt comes down just below but... Me: But what? Gina: [I could hear her take a big breath]You can sure see my nipples. Me: Hm, now see that was nice. Do your's get hard? Gina: A little. And this shirt is thin they really poke up. Me: Do you like them touched? Gina: Oh yea. I used to not. But after having kids, they got real sensitive. Me: Touch them. Tell me what it feels like. Gina: Hmm, it sends shivers. Me: Sent shivers where? Gina: Everywhere, but especially...you know...especially right there. Me: You mean right THERE. Gina: Yea, right THERE. Me: Me too. Gina: Go on. Me: Pull your t-shirt up above you waist. [there was a rustling noise] Me: Did you do that? Gina: You can see my panties now. Me: What would I see. Gina: My panties. They're those bikini kind, real small. There white and thin. You can see my hair through them...oops ...look there, a little hair is poking out the side. Me: Out the side? Are your legs spread right now? Gina: A little. Me: So, tell me, are your panties getting a little damp. Gina: I'm sure they are. What are you wearing? Me: I'm dressed. Gina: Not fair. You have to take your clothes off. Me: Okay, hang on. Me: Okay, there. Gina: Are you ... hard? Me: Oh yeah. Gina: Good. I made you hard. Me: You sure did. Gina: My panties are definitely damp. Me: Take off you shirt. Gina: Okay. [I could here her rustling around} Gina: There. Me: Do you ever masturbate? Gina: Not often. It feels kind of silly to me. Me: Relax, try it tonight. It'll help you sleep. Gina: Maybe. How about you? Me: Are you kidding. What do you think I'm doing right now. Gina: Really? Hm, wish I could watch. Me: Join me. Take off your panties. Gina: Okay. Gina: Okay, they're off. Tell me what you would want me to do. Me: Rub yourself the way that feels the best. I'd love to see you laying there naked with your legs spread wide while you play with yourself. Gina: Hm, it feels kind of dirty to be doing this. I love it. What would you make me do? Me: Is your ceiling fan on? Gina: No. Me: Turn it on, it will heighten your senses. Gina: Okay, its on. Me: Can you feel the wind on your body. Gina: Yea, it feels good. Me: I'm an ass man. Turn over. [she dropped the phone on the floor] Gina: oops I'm sorry. Okay, I turned over. Me: And I'm imagining what you look like. That cute little ass of your's and that smooth skin of your back. Gina: You'd like looking at my ass? Me: Oh, yeah. Gina: Would you like me to stick it up in the air? Me: Oh, yeah. Gina: Okay, I am. I'm on my knees with my ass up. Gosh, I'm turned on. Me: You and me both. Are your legs spread wide? Gina: There, as wide as I can. Me: Reach back from behind and rub yourself. Gina: Okay. [there's a pause here with some sheet rustling noise and a sigh or two] Gina: Boy, if you were behind me you could see everything. And I mean everything. Me: Great. Gina: Would you like that. Me: Oh yea, I'd love to see you reach back and spread yourself open for me to look at. Gina: Like this. Me: What are you doing? What are you doing? Gina: I've got both hands on my ass and I'm spreading it open. You can see my...pussy...and...everything. Me: I could see your asshole? Gina: Yea, you like that? Me: Oh yea, you've got me close to coming. Gina: What would you do if you were here? Me: I'm not sure I could resist. I think I'd have to fuck you. Gina: Oh yea. Me: Play with yourself however it feels best. [lots of neat sounds from her now] Gina: I'm gonna come. Me: Think of what it would feel like to have my dick fucking your pussy. In and out. It'd be all wet and hot from you. Gina: Oh yea, I'm coming... [and soon we said goodbye] [this took a lot more space than I thought and maybe its boring, you had to have been there, does anybody what to see other calls?] ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |