I worked late tonight, knowing that I would be coming home to an empty bed. I checked my cell phone again to see if you left me a message. Nothing. It has been a whole two days. Nothing, until a couple of hours later, after I had a little dinner, showered, and got into bed. My cell phone, at long last, uttered a sound. Finally, a sign of life, a text.
Hi, Sweetheart. I want you to cum for me tonight by phone .
I smiled and almost said out loud “YAY, phone sex!!”
I want you to put on my t-shirt and nothing else.
I practically jumped out of bed and pulled off my nightie and got the shirt from your closet.
I will call the house phone at 10pm. I want you to answer it with the speaker button.
As I pulled off my panties, I thought, speaker? What is he up to??
You will only listen after that. No noise, don’t make a sound. Just listen.
I got back into bed and texted you back.
What do you mean? I don’t understand. Aren’t we going to have phone sex? I want phone sex.
I waited; you did not text back. I looked at the time. It was another half hour before 10pm. I closed my eyes and smiled as I wondered what naughty game you had in store for us.
I had drifted off to a light sleep when the phone rang. I jerked and rolled over to push the speaker button on the phone on my nightstand as you instructed. I almost answered but remembered otherwise.
I heard your voice, “Let’s go to my room, I’m on a higher floor,” followed by what I thought was a female voice, “okay.”
I frowned in confusion. Then I heard only the scuffling sounds of fabric. I sat up fully on the bed, stared at the phone.
A loud gasp escaped my mouth as I heard you again, a good several minutes later, “Here we are…….God, I’ve forgotten how hot you are.”
I brought my fist up to my mouth and bit down on it; my heart was pounding hard. My chest constricted, then I started breathing again, hard. I heard her murmuring. I realized you were kissing.
I had not previously ever conceived so vividly the stripping, peeling away, tearing off, and strewing of clothes as I listened to the rustling sounds of fabric, crash of belt buckle, parting of the teeth down the zipper, the fall of shoes, and the clink of your cufflinks. I was shaking all over and I hugged myself to steady the tremors that ripped through my body and heart. My arms pressed against my nipples, which beaded into hard, long eraser heads and tingled with lust. My legs were bent and pressed together, only to emit from between, the flow of my wetness.
Against the backdrop of crumpling onto a bed, rippling and rustling of crisp bed linens, groaning of mattress springs, I heard the shuffling of bodies, gasping breaths, and the wet sound of lips separating.