It was such a beautiful fall day that I decided to eat lunch outside my building. I was sitting comfortably on a bench in the plaza in front of the office where I work as a financial consultant. While I was enjoying a sandwich, my cell phone rang. A big smile came over my face, and I snapped open my pigskin briefcase to answer it this conformed exactly to my image of myself as a young tycoon on the rise, taking important calls anywhere, anytime.
Answering crisply, I gave my last name as I always did when taking calls. I was eager to wheel and deal right here on this granite bench under the sunshine.
I just unsnapped my bra, whispered the silky voice on the other end of the line. It s black and see through and soft as silk, and right now I m letting it slip down from my breasts very, very slowly, caressing them with its satiny softness. If you were here with me instead of sitting in that silly park, you could see my nipples peeking over the edge right about now.
Uh, I said. People glanced up and saw a handsome young man in an expensive suit sacrificing part of his lunch hour to take an important call. What they didn t see, I hoped, was that my cock was already starting to have a mind of its own.
You re wondering how I know you re in the park, aren t you? the sultry voice asked. I agreed. I was very confused.
I can see you, that s why. Dozens of windows look down on the park. Maybe I m behind one of them, with my office door closed so I can have privacy. I glanced up at the row of windows, most of them blank and as unrevealing as mirrors. Or maybe I m in a car or a limo. Plenty of those around. She was right.
How did you get my . . .
Your number? she murmured. Oh, I ve had your number for a while, in a figurative sense. Too uptight, too devoted to work, in need of a little mystery in your life a little sexual mystery?
Well, she certainly had me pegged. Oh, I had sex in my life, but it was about as well organized as my work, penciled into my appointment book with young women who were just as obsessed with their careers as I was with mine.
So now I have all your numbers, she said. Your cell phone number, the private line to your office, even your home number. You ll never discover how I got them, so don t even try.
A couple of guys I work with passed by, nodded and smiled. Yes, of course, I said, loud enough for them to hear, that sounds very feasible, considering the current conditions. They seemed suitably impressed.
She laughed. Did you know that when I laughed just now my breasts swayed in the most enchanting way, now that I m not wearing a bra anymore. My nipples are pink and full and soft, and if I play with them a little they ll puff and get hard. Shall I do that?
Yes, I said, gripping the phone and starting to sweat a little, although it wasn t hot out. My cock was straining against my shorts.
I ll cradle the phone against my shoulder so I can use my fingertips to caress my nipples. I think I ll wet them, put a little saliva on my fingertips so my nipples will be slick as I play with them. Oh, that feels good, so good they re starting to swell up already. Just the way they would if you were touching them, maybe squeezing them a little between your fingertips, the way I m doing right now. For the next minute or so all I heard was her sexy moaning.
Now I think I ll suck them, she said, starting to breathe hard into the phone, since you re not here to do it for me. I ll cup my hands under them and lift them to my face and lean down Whatever she said next was muffled. I could just picture her sucking her own tits and the image was driving me crazy.
Ohhh, she moaned after a while, that was so good. I licked them and sucked each nipple into my mouth, and then nibbled on them one at a time. They re the color of a dusty rose, the size of a little plum. You d like to be doing that now, wouldn t you?
Yes, I said, I d like to arrange something along those lines. Perhaps we could take a meeting? This was for the benefit of the gray haired executives who now shared my bench.
She laughed again. You are such a stuffed shirt. It s what makes you so much fun for my little project.
Well, that made me angry. I d never been called a stuffed shirt, at least not to my face. I wanted to get off an appropriate zinger and hang up, but she ended the phone call.
Back at the office, I was determined to try to figure out who my secret caller might be. I stood at the door of the big room filled with desks of young men and women who worked at entry level positions in the firm. There were maybe ten young women who might be it, and I took a good look at each one, trying to imagine them with their bras off, caressing their breasts, sucking their nipples. None of them had private offices, but during lunch hour it would be easy enough for one of them to go into someone else s office to make a very private call.
Then there were the slightly older women who were rising in the company like me, the ones with private offices from which they could have made the call. But then I realized it didn t have to be anyone in my own firm. I met plenty of other women in the course of business. I d have to be satisfied with the idea that maybe I d never know. Or know if she d ever call again.
Saturday night I had a date with Chloe, a young securities analyst I was dating, and when we made love she remarked that I was more passionate than usual. I didn t have the heart to tell her that it was because I was thinking about my mysterious caller. I said goodnight to her, went home to my own place and fell sleep.
The ring of the phone jangled me out of a deep sleep filled with dreams of a voice as soft as a feather.
I mumbled hello.
I bet you woke up with an erection, didn t you? she said, her voice like the purr of a warm kitten. It was her again. It s hard right now, this minute, isn t it, because you were dreaming about me. Maybe you were dreaming about my breasts, because I told you all about them, but I didn t even mention my pussy, did I?
No, I said, snuggling down under the covers. But I wish you would.
Well, you woke up hard, she whispered, and I woke up wet. Wet and hot, just aching for a big cock like yours in my pussy. By the way, I m a blonde, did I tell you that? A clue, I thought, a clue! And I m a real blonde, too, and my bush is soft and fluffy. I m running my fingers across it now, and my little clit is begging to be played with.
I moaned into the phone and she laughed huskily. What I really want is your tongue lapping it, licking it, reaching out to tease it until it s all puffed up and hard and sensitive. You could bring me off that way, sending me screaming and moaning into nirvana. I like to come lots of times, and the first time I like it just with a man s tongue. Think about it, imagine your tongue tasting my sweet, spicy juices they re flowing, hot and slick as I run my fingers over my clit.
Yes, yes, I whispered hotly into the phone, that s what I want to do to you right now. I d never said anything like that to a woman. My lovemaking had always been a silent affair.
But you ll have to settle for stroking your cock, since I can t do it for you, she murmured.
She was right. The phone was cradled between my ear and the pillow, and my hands were on my cock. It had indeed been hard when I awoke, but now it was even harder, maybe harder than it had ever been. Slowly I stroked it, imagining her hot, slick and ready pussy.
It s in me now, she gasped. Oh yes, I can feel it. So big and hard. Deeper, my darling, deeper, yes, yes, don t be afraid of hurting me. I can take a cock as big as yours, even if it hurts a little. Yes, yes, deeper, harder. Give it to me now, give it to me hard.
I could feel the pressure growing in my cock as my hips moved in rhythm to my stroking grasp.
With my other hand, she gasped, I m playing with my tits. I love to have them squeezed and caressed, and have my nipples played with and nibbled. You like that, too, don t you? You like to have a woman play with your nipples. Admit it you love it, don t you?
Yes, I moaned, yes . . .
So do it, she whispered, so softly, as if her lips were up against my ear. Do it for me. One hand can take care of that lovely tool of yours let the other play with your nipples.
I did it, and instantly hot surges of sexual energy zapped through my body, from my nipples down to my throbbing cock.
Oh, baby, she moaned, I want to come! You do too, don t you? Come on, baby, come on . . .
I couldn t understand the words she was murmuring now, and I was whispering things into her ear too, although I don t remember what, as we both edged higher and higher toward orgasm. It was like riding a roller coaster slowly to the top. All of a sudden you re plunging and roaring into ecstasy and there s no stopping.
Flinging the covers back, I arched my back and stroked my rock hard shaft as my juices spurted out hot and silver in the golden sunshine of morning. Her screams and gasps and moans let me know that she was there with me, plunging into bliss, closer to me than any woman had ever been, even though it might be miles that separated us.
Bathed in sweat, I lay there panting. I could hear her gasping for breath at the other end of the line.
After a while, she said, Think of me when you re taking your shower. I ll be doing exactly the same thing with the hot water and soap suds, dreaming of you.
Then the line went dead. I lay there wondering if all this had really happened, and knowing my life would never be the same again.
Still, I didn t know the identity of my enigmatic sexual partner who whispered through the phone lines. The possibilities seemed almost endless, the mystery endlessly bewitching. I listened to women s voices as I never had before.
One night during the next week, I was sitting in my apartment watching a nature special on PBS. The phone rang, and immediately I felt a pleasurable tingle in my cock. Ringing phones had started to do that to me. As I reached for it, I wondered if it would be my enigmatic caller.
Yes? I said when I picked up the phone, my voice lower than usual.
Ron? Is that you? This is Chloe.
Oh, hi. Yes, this is me. What s up?
She had called to fill me in on some details of an investment we had discussed a few weeks ago, before we d climbed into bed for a half hour of lukewarm sex. I let her talk, and as I listened I got an idea. If I found my new adventures so exciting, maybe she would, too.
Chloe, I said, lowering my voice almost to a whisper. Remember what we did last time we got together?
Oh, sure, she said crisply. You mean that Hungarian film you took me to. Yes, it was quite interesting.
Actually, that wasn t what I was thinking about. When you called I d been sitting here with the lights off thinking about how beautiful your pussy looked just before we fucked. Your bush was black and glistening in the candlelight, and the lips of your pussy were pink, wet and hot. Remember?
Uh, Ron, she said. Then she was silent. Was she about to hang up on me? I didn t think so.
I can t tell you how much I enjoyed easing my cock into your pussy, I went on. But you know, I think I d really rather have licked it for a while. You know, pushed my tongue as far as I could into your pink, hot, soft, slick pussy, then licked your clit until you were ready to come. I wish I were doing that right now, Chloe. Spreading your legs gently as wide as they d go and kissing you from your knees up to your clit, one kiss, one nibble after another.
Silence. Or did I hear heavier breathing than before?
How does that sound to you, Chloe?
Sounds . . . wonderful, she murmured, her voice sounding not at all like that of a professional securities analyst. What else? I mean, what else would you do if you were here?
Your breasts, I said, that s for sure. I remember how much you liked it when I kissed them. I remember how firm they are not big, but firm, with small pink nipples. I d kiss those nipples, I d suck them and tongue them. Maybe I d do it hard enough to cause you just a shiver of pain, just a tiny bit.
She was moaning now, and I was having the time of my life. I loved this nothing had ever turned me on so much. Hearing it was great, and saying it was even better. If I could get Chloe into this too, I d be in heaven.
And if, just if, I were there doing these things, I murmured, whispering into her ear, what would you do to me?
I d . . . I d . . . She was having trouble getting started, I could tell.
Yes, yes, yes, I whispered encouragingly. Tell me.
I d take your cock in my hands. I really like your cock.
Tell me what you like about it, I said, with just a hint of an order in my voice.
I love how big it is, she said. So big and hard. I love how quickly you get an erection. When you hold me or kiss me, I can feel it pushing against my thigh or against my . . . my pussy.
And you like that?
Oh, Ron, I love it. I love rubbing up against it, and I love when you get undressed and pull your shorts down and there it is, popping up like a jack in the box. She giggled, and I laughed with her. She continued.
Then I love to stroke it, to make it even bigger and harder, and I love it when you rub it up against my . . . my clit and my pussy. And when you put it in, you do it so slow, it s like you re teasing me. But then you put it all the way in. Your cock fills me up so much I feel like I ll burst, but I love it!
Anything else you d like to do to my cock? She d never taken it in her mouth, but I felt a couple of times she d been tempted to. We d both been too reticent to suggest it.
Yes, she said, I think you know. I want to suck it. I ve never done that to a man before, but I d like to do it with you. I d like to take your big cock in my mouth, suck on its head, that thick part at the end, and then see how much of it I could take in my mouth. Maybe I could take it all. Would you like that?
The subject of our conversation was throbbing right now, as I imagined her soft, wet, warm mouth taking it deep.
I d love it, right now, I said.
Oh, God, yes, she whispered. Can you come over right away?
I m on my way. I set some kind of record getting from one side of Manhattan to the other.
The lights were low when she let me in, and she was wearing a silky see through negligee she d never worn for me before.
She scratched me a little with her nails as she tugged at my buttons and zippers to get my clothes off, hungrily kissing me, nibbling on my lips, sliding her hot tongue into my mouth.
In the bedroom we slowed down a little.
I want to do the things we ve been talking about, she said.
And we did. It was hard to believe she d never given oral sex to a man, for so expertly and enthusiastically she did it now, to me. She knew exactly what to do with her tongue, starting down low, under my balls, and licking them, making hot, wet circles around each of them as she moved up toward the shaft. I wasn t shy about telling her exactly what to do if she faltered.
Like a lollipop, I murmured. Lick it all around, from bottom to top, slowly. Ahhh, that s it. She learned very fast.
After a while, she said with a sexy grin, I want some attention, too, you know.
Tell me exactly what kind of attention you want.
My breasts, she said, leaning back on the bed. I want your undivided attention on my breasts. You told me how beautiful you think they are now show me you really mean it.
I ran my fingers slowly up her slim waist, moving toward her breasts, barely touching her, my fingertips like feathers, as she moaned with pleasure, murmuring, Yes, yes, over and over.
My fingers made little circles around her nipples. They re so beautiful, I said. Look how they get hard. Look how they seem to be begging to be sucked. She moaned rhapsodically.
I sucked them. One and then the other, with tongue and lips and nibbling teeth as she writhed under my touch, arching her back to push her beautiful pussy up toward my throbbing cock.
After a while the only thing she seemed to be able to say was Fuck me, fuck me, and I couldn t refuse the lady s request. I plunged into her hot, wet pussy and with the poetry of passion spoken, whispered and murmured, we urged each other on until we both exploded together.
It s been a couple of months now, and Chloe and I are still dating, having the hottest sex I can imagine, plus the occasional intimate phone call. And I still hear from my mystery caller. The other day, in the middle of a boring conference at the office, my secretary popped her head in and told me I had an urgent call.
I picked up the phone. The voice on the other end was definitely female, with a delightful English accent. In a brisk foreign lilt she said, You don t know me, but a friend gave me your number. The boring conference, like my life recently, got much more interesting.