| return to Collected Erotica Carol sighed a deep sigh as she moved to the phone beside the bed. Should she, she asked herself? Was it too late? Would he be in bed this early? Would he be busy with something important? She stood still, naked from the shower, and watched her own hand dial the number she knew by heart. She settled onto the bed as she listened to the ring on the line. ”Hello?” answered the voice. It was his voice, the voice she hoped to hear, the voice she knew it so well. “Hi,” she said, stumbling a bit before adding, “It’s me.” She listened to his laugh, his very fine laugh. “So, where are you tonight?” he asked. “Pensacola Beach,” she told him, “A hotel right on the beach. My meeting is tomorrow morning. It’s so beautiful here. I can see the beach, even hear the waves, but this damned hotel room is so lonely.” He only laughed. “I wish you were here,” she told him, “I wish you were here on the bed with me right now.” ”Do you?” he chuckled. “Would you like me to run my hands over your back, your naked back? You are naked, aren’t you?” “I am very naked,” she whispered, “Very naked, and very wet, and very, very horny.” He only laughed again. “You find that funny?” she asked, a bit offended at how coy he was sounding. ”Not at all,” he answered, “Perhaps I can be of help to you then.” She settled back into the stack of pillows and waited. Her free hand ran lightly over her breasts, her palms brushing her nipples as she noticed the full moon outside her window for the first time. The curtains were drawn back completely. She was alone, alone with a phone and a big bed, alone with the sounds of the ocean, a beautiful moon, and a man talking to her on the phone, a man who she wished could make love with her right then, right there, right away. “Are you still there?” she asked, growing impatient with his silence. ”Yes,” he said, “Very much here. I’m thinking of you there, getting the picture in my mind. You’re on your back, naked, no lights on, the curtains probably open, no they’re certainly open, and you’re holding the phone with your left hand and running your right hand over your nipples. Am I right?” Damn, she thought. “Yes,” she answered. ”Then you need to imagine me kneeling beside you on the bed,” he began, “Imagine me there to lean over and kiss you softly, to run my tongue over your lips, to watch your fingers hold your nipples, preparing them for my mouth.” Carol only groaned into the phone. He always seemed to know. ”Relax, Carol,” said the voice on the phone, “Relax. Let yourself feel it. Feel me, Baby? Feel my kiss? Feel my tongue? Twist your nipples for me; get them ready for me. Don’t touch your pussy, not yet. Just get your breasts ready for me now.” Carol lay on the bed with her eyes closed, listening, feeling, imagining it all as he described it. She moaned agreement into the phone and continued to work her nipples as he instructed. ”I think you’re ready for me now,” he told her, “I’m moving down your body, my tongue running down your neck slowly, over your shoulder, easing toward your breasts. Feel me, Carol? Feel me beginning to circle your nipples with my tongue? Twist them, Baby, make them harder. Now imagine the feel as I run my tongue slowly around the tip of your nipple. Feel my tongue, wet, hot, constantly moving. Then I take it, Carol, I take your nipple into my mouth and begin to suck it slowly, gently at first, then harder, more insistently.” Carol felt and imagined it all. In her mind, she had his mouth on her nipple and she knew she couldn’t wait. Her hand left her breast and moved down her stomach through the trimmed pubic hair, finding its way between her legs. She was even wetter to the touch than she had expected. Her fingers slid over her pussy ever so lightly, so delicately, it was a kissing touch with her own fingers. A moan escaped her lips, drifted into the phone, and passed over the connection to her distant lover. She could only imagine his smile upon hearing her moan, the intimate evidence of her excitement. ”You’ve touched your pussy, haven’t you?” he asked with a slight edge in his voice. “Bad, bad girl. Perhaps I should stop.” “No,” she murmured into the phone, “Goddamn it, I can touch my own pussy if I want to.” ”Ah, but Carol,” came his answer, “Tonight it’s my pussy, isn’t it? Isn’t it, Carol? Answer me, damn it. Tell me, it’s my pussy tonight.” “It is,” she nearly whimpered, “Of course it’s yours, but it feels so good. Talk to me, tell me more, please.” There was a pause on the phone line that caught her attention and disturbed her. “Hello?” she said, “You are still there, aren’t you?” ”Take your hand off my pussy,” he said, “Or I’ll stop now and hang up.” Her hand withdrew without protest or thought, moving its way back up her stomach, leaving a warm, wet path, moving up until it returned to her breasts. “I’ve stopped,” she whispered into the phone. ”Is there a stuffed sitting chair near the window?” the voice asked, “And will the phone cord reach it?” Carol looked past the end of the bed and quickly checked the phone cord. “Yes,” she said. ”Then do this now,” he began, “Get off the bed with the phone and go to the chair. If you need to, position the chair so it’s turned sideways to the window. Do you understand, Carol?” She answered, “Yes,” and slowly got up off the bed. She pulling the phone with her as she moved across the room to the window. “I’m there,” she told him finally. ”Okay, Baby,” he said, his voice smoother, “Straddle the arm of the chair in front of the window. Straddle it and rub my pussy on it. Rub my pussy on the chair and look out the window. Look out the window and tell me what you see.” Carol moved onto the chair like she was told. Her pussy was hot and wet. The feel of the course fabric was both rough and incredibly electric, electric because it sent wave upon wave of sensations up from between her legs, up her torso, up even to her nipples and mouth. She began to rub herself, moving slowly back and forth on the chair arm. When she turned to look out the window, she saw him for the first time. Carol straddled the stuffed chair arm and rubbed her pussy without any hesitation. She held the phone with one hand and used the other to twist and pull on each nipple in an alternating fashion. Her eyes were fixed outside the window on the man standing near the beach. He was looking up to her window. He was looking directly at her. She fucked herself on the chair while he watched and she felt absolutely no reluctance about letting him see. “A man is watching me,” she whispered into the phone. The chuckle she heard on the phone didn’t surprise her. ”Can he see all of you?” asked the voice, “Can he see what you’re doing?” “Yes,” she answered, “He’s leaning on a railing beside the beach, just watching me.” ”You’ve wanted something like this for a long time, Carol,” said the voice on the phone, “Enjoy it. Run with it. Don’t lose this chance, Babe.” Carol’s hips moved harder over the chair arm, her wet pussy creating a slick path for her clit. She pressed down hard enough to feel the fabric move over her anus, completely exposing herself to the hard chair. Her free hand cupped her breasts, moving from one to the other, her fingers teased the hard nipples, twisting, pulling. The man leaned on the rail, making no attempt to leave or hide his interest. He watched with a slight smile on his face and a bulge in his pants that Carol could see even with the distance between them. ”Think of it, Carol,” said the voice on the phone, “Think of how hard his cock must be getting while he watches you now. Think of it, the wet tip, the hard, hot head, the shaft that you could be holding in your hand. Think of how he could be standing beside you now, running his tongue over your nipples. Would you like for that man to come up to your room, Carol? To come to your room and kiss you? Touch you? Fuck you? Would you want that, Carol?” She only sighed into the phone, closing her eyes for a moment before she answered, “Yes,” in a murmured voice. The voice on the phone laughed softly and told her to press harder on the chair. She did as she was told, the chair producing a mix of pleasure and pain now, the wooden arm beneath the padding and fabric becoming pronounced under her pussy. ”I’m sure he wants to fuck you, Babe,” came the voice, “I’m sure he would pull you from the chair and toss you on the bed. I’m sure he would push his cock deep in your pussy from behind and waste no time fucking you hard. And you could watch, Carol, you could watch him fuck you in the mirror over the dresser.” Carol didn’t have to look, she knew he was right about the mirror over the dresser beside the bed. It seemed her orgasm began to build in her toes. Her feet pressed into the carpet, pushing her, propelling her on the chair. The orgasm rose from her feet, traveled through her legs, and burst through her loins sending shock waves through her pussy and clit. Her breath told him through the phone that she had come even before she had stopped moving on the chair and slid into the seat. ”Nice one?” the voice asked, knowing. “Yes,” she whispered simply. ”Is your friend outside still there?” “No,” she answered after looking for the man, “He’s gone.” ”Think you can get some sleep now?” asked the voice. “Yes,” Carol answered, “I feel really good now. Relaxed and mellow. I feel like I can breathe now. And the meeting tomorrow doesn’t seem nearly as important as before.” She paused only for a second before remembering to ask, “By the way, did Jenny bring home any homework today?” ”Yes,” answered her husband, “We did it all after dinner. Rest easy, Carol, get some sleep. You’ll need it for tomorrow. I love you, Babe.” “I love you, too.” Carol smiled before hanging up the phone and getting up from the chair. She shuffled to the bed, put the phone back on the bedside table, and fell happily onto the cool sheets. As she eased under the covers, she noticed the red blinking message light on her phone. Curious, she leaned over the edge of the bed and dialed the numbers for the automated hotel message service. “You have one message,” said the automated voice. After the beep, she heard a man’s voice say, “You don’t know me. But I have to tell you that watching you tonight through the window was magnificent. Thank you. Yes, thank you very much. I really am no danger, I promise. If you would like a drink or something call me. I’m in room 415. I hope you call, you see…” Carol hung up the phone before hearing all the message. She was smiling to herself as she drifted off to sleep.
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