“That moan was nice to hear, Karen. You hear me moan when the aroma of your leaking sweet nectar hits my nostrils. It stimulates me to flick your hard clit with the tip of my tongue. I sense you are enjoying it as your hips lift to get more tonguing. I oblige you by inserting my pointed tongue into your hot love tunnel, burying it deep to suck out the sweet nectar you are generating.”
Soon my breathing became shallow and rapid as my fingers worked faster on my clit while at times dipping my fingers into the hole to gather lubricating oils where I wished Charles had his bone. The cavern was wetter and hotter than at any previous time when I was alone.
I soon had my first ever orgasm induced by listening to a man on the other end of the line. He had to hear me go, “Ohoooooooooo,” as I thrashed on the bed as the orgasm consumed my body. Charles was right. It was very intense.
“Go for it babe, go for another. I’m continuing the adoration of your pussy. My hands reach up for those natural breasts and begin massaging them and rolling the hard nipples between my fingers. I love hearing your shallow breathing, sending the message you are enjoying it. You turn me on more by placing your hands on the side of my head and pull my face harder onto your playground. As I continue the tongue attack, your thrusting is picking up pace as you are approaching the edge again.”
I let out with a long, “Ohhhhhhhhhooooooo,” as his voice and my fingers sent me over the edge for my second orgasm.
“Go for another one babe. You know your body is craving for a big one. Fuck yourself with three fingers or a dildo, push yourself to the edge again picturing a piece of black meet filling your void and flooding your cavern with hot love juice from a cock that is stimulating every nerve in that tight tunnel of love. I continue with the breasts manipulation with my hands and fingers as you climb the steep wall to Blissville. Go babe go. Fill your pussy with your sweet nectar. Let me hear you scream out your pleasure.”
I grabbed for my dildo, shoved it deep and said, “Yes, yes Charles, give me your love juice. Bury that black pussy pleaser deep in me. Oh Charles, I’mmmm, Ohhhoooooooo, ohhoooooo god, yes, ohoooo.”
As I was cumming for the third time, I heard a low growl of “UUUGGGHhhhhhhh,” as Charles must have been having his orgasm.
I was panting and I could hear Charles panting. As we both were recovering I heard, “Ready for another round?”
I began to laugh aloud and said, “No thanks but maybe in twenty minutes.” I could hear Charles laughing and then heard, “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.”
I wanted to ask him how he knew I enjoyed myself but that would have been stupid after him hearing me cum three times.
“Karen thanks for hanging around and playing. I sure am looking forward to Saturday.”
“Charles thanks for the invite but do not read into it we will be getting into the sack Saturday.”
“I was not Karen but I can always hope, can’t I?”
“Sure Charles, and thanks again for the treat. It was a new experience and I liked it.”
“Karen, I hope you hang around with me so I can introduce you to many new experiences.”
“Good night Charles,”
“Good night Karen.”
I pulled the covers up and drifted off to sleep with the toy buried in me picturing Charles being there. I wished he was there with his arms around me and hands cupping my breasts.
Over the next few days, Charles and I talked on the phone but did not have any phone sex. I did sleep with my toy. I knew from the night that we had the phone sex that Charles and I would be spending Saturday night pleasing each other.
Saturday finally arrived. After lunch, Charles called and asked me to wear tight fitting clothes that would highlight my assets. I agreed to do it. I was going to wear tight fitting jeans and a red silk top and go braless.
The time for him to pick me up had arrived. I opened the door and heard, “Wow Karen, my god my imagination needs to be upgraded. The picture you e-mailed me even does not do you justice. Nice to be with you face to face.”
“Thanks Charles. I’ve been looking forward to this since reading your first e-mail.”
We hugged each other and held each other tight for a minute or more enjoying the pleasure of our bodies touching. I could feel Charles cock beginning to expand as it was pressing just above my playpen. I wanted to go out and have some fun before taking him to bed. If we had gone there, we would have been there the rest of the night. I broke the hug and said, “I’m ready to try that Jamaican food.”
Off we went to the restaurant. He ordered jerk chicken, pork, and fish along with rice and black beans. It was delicious. We drank wine before the meal and just became better acquainted by talking about our past.
We took our time eating and then headed to the nightclub that had the private booths and the band that knew great dancing music but at sound levels that people could enjoy the environment according to Charles.
In between dances we sat and sipped wine with Charles having his arm around me as we leaned back into the soft, red leather, over sized booth that would have held eight people.
About an hour into the dancing as we were catching our breath after dancing to some Reggae beats, Charles stared into my eyes. The look saying, I want to fuck you as his hand was near my pussy, on my thigh.
I placed a hand on the side of his face, looked back at him saying, “Later Charles I will give you your wish.”
“Thanks Karen, I’ve had this boner problem since laying eyes on you tonight.”
The cocktail waitress startled us by asking if she could refresh our drinks. Charles responded with a yes. While the waitress was fetching the drinks, Charles and I looked each other in the eyes again and let our lips make contact. Soon my arms were tight around him and we were into heavy, deep kissing with our tongues dueling.
When we came up for air, I was startled to see a curtain had been drawn to conceal us from the other patrons. I looked at Charles and we both had a grin move across our face. I looked at the table then and saw our drinks had been delivered.
I heard, “How do you like the environment?”
“I see why this is a popular place and reservations are needed.”
We leaned back again after taking another sip of wine and me taking a deep breath. I was startled when the lights over the table and in our booth dimmed. Charles was grinning and said, “I did that with the control knob; we will not be interrupted.”
I panicked and said, “Charles not here.”
I heard, “I understand. Relax and enjoy the atmosphere. We can go back to dancing or just sit here and talk.”
I was feeling the wine for some reason and did not want just then to go to the dance floor. What would people be thinking seeing us come from a darkened booth?