I hear her giggle on the other end of the phone as I realize my cock is amazingly hard and I’m very turned on. As I listen closely, I can tell her breathing has picked up. Then it hits me she wants me to talk to her while she masturbates…. she wants me to talk to her until she cums! We’re having phone sex! “And what next? I hear her say. So, I continued.
“I inch my way down closer to the end of the bed, so I can see between your legs better so I can get a direct view of your fingers while they work in that wet crease in your panties. Finally, you open your eyes and see me wrenching my neck, trying to see down there. You realize I’m staring at what you’re doing to yourself. You know I can’t touch you because that’s against the rules, but you look at my straining cock in my hands and you feel sorry for me that I’m straining so hard to see what I want to see. In fact, you feel so sorry for me that you pull your knees all the way up and spread them as far as you can so I can easily look down to see the sopping wet crotch panel of your panties pushed into the valley between your pussy lips.”
Man, I was really laying it down heavy now, trying to help her cum. I paused for a moment to listen or her reaction. She didn’t disappoint me because she was lightly moaning in time with her breathing, making these little ‘cooing’ sounds. My own excitement was rising, and a small amount of precum appeared at the tip of my cock. I took note of it, reminding myself that I wasn’t supposed to make myself cum, and then I continued my dialogue to help her get off.
“You look up to see me blatantly staring between your legs, Sharron, and you blush because you know what I’m looking at. You’re so turned on, you can’t stop fingering yourself. We can both hear the wetness between your legs. You’re embarrassed, but you’re so excited, you can’t stop yourself. So, I step toward the top of the bed where my cock is sticking right out over your cute little tits. Then you glance up at my big, hard cock in my hand and you see a drip of pre-cum hanging there. I shake my cock, and the drip falls off and lands on your hard nipple. The fingers on your free hand feel around to find the drip and you start to rub it in, looking up at me, wondering if I’m going to squirt my whole load all over your tits.”
“Oh, gawd!” Sharron moaned. She was almost panting now and I could hear her breathing heavily into her phone. I let go of my cock and decided to concentrate on my graphic descriptions and take her the rest of the way there to her climax.
“Put your hand inside your panties now, Sharron. Think about me looking at you. Think about how much it’s turning me on to see you touch yourself. Think how you’re going to feel when you make yourself cum in front of me. Isn’t that the nastiest thought you’ve ever had? Tell me how wet you are.”
There was no answer from her; I could only hear the heavy breathing and intermittent moans escaping from her mouth as she touched her pussy.
“Sharron.” I said. “Did you hear what I asked you? Tell me how wet you are now.”
“Yes, I heard you.” She moaned. “Oh, gawd, I’m so wet. Really wet, Brad.”
“Did you put your hand inside your panties like I told you?” I asked.
“Yes.” She answered. “This is so nasty, but, gawd, I’m almost there, Brad. Keep talking!” It was gratifying to know that she followed my instructions and now my only goal was to give her what she needed to push her over the edge.
“Now, you’re staring at me, Sharron. You’re eyes are locked on my cock, watching my hand as it glides up and down my rod, moving faster and faster and my cockhead is ready to burst. You can’t bring yourself to tell me, but deep down, you want me to keep stroking myself and spray my load all over your chest, coating those pretty titties with my man juice. Your eyes can’t look away, can they, Sharron? You’re dying to see me cum, aren’t you? You get off on knowing I’m gonna cum for you. Come on, Sharron, say it.”
And that’s all it took.
She started that low groan I heard her make that night at her condo when I made her cum. She was almost whimpering, too, and her breathing was choppy and shallow. Then, as I listened, she exploded, calling my name and releasing herself to cum.
“Oh, fuuuuuuuucccccccckkkkkkk!” She yelled. “Brad!”
I listened silently as she went through her orgasm and then fell quiet. I decided to give her a minute to catch her breath and compose herself before I brought her back to reality. It was clear to me this must have been one hell of an orgasm to exhaust her like that. After a couple of minutes, I spoke to her.
“Was that a good one?” I asked.
There was a long pause after my question and just as I was about to ask it again, she answered, “That was awesome, I mean….. totally awesome. I’m literally exhausted.”
“Did you have a good cum, Sharron?” I asked, and the added, “Nice and wet down there are you?”
“Oh, yes,” she answered, “I’m sopping wet, but, you didn’t cum did you, Brad?”
“No,” I replied, “but, I easily could have. Maybe I should have.”
“I promise I’ll let your winkie cum as many times as he wants tomorrow.” She added.
“Oh, jeez.” I said. “You’re serious? I really have to wait until tomorrow?
“Of course I’m serious. But just think how ready you’ll be by tomorrow morning and how satisfying it’s going to feel.” She consoled me, and then added, “Brad, it’s time for both of us to go to bed. I’ve got one more thing I have to do before you arrive tomorrow, and you need to go to sleep so you won’t be tempted to stroke yourself into the twilight zone. But, let me ask you do you still have that spare door key I gave you?”
“Uh huh, I do.” I answered. “Remember, I used it the other day?”
“Good,” she said. “Then come over exactly at 9:00 tomorrow morning, not any earlier. Let yourself in with the key and go directly into the kitchen and read the note I’m going to leave there for you, okay?”
“No problem.” I answered.
“Now promise me three things, Bradley.” She asked. “Promise me you won’t chicken out, and you’ll follow the instructions in the note I’m going to leave you, and that you won’t masturbate before I say you can. Can you promise me those three things?”
“Yes, Sharron. I promise.” I replied.
“Well, alright then.” She chuckled and then said, “Oh, this is going to be so much fun. Just wait,” she said, “this will be exactly what we both need. I promise.”
With that, we told each other goodnight and she made me promise one more time I wouldn’t play with myself, and then we hung up. I looked down at my cock, and it was blistering red. My poor cockhead looked like an angry purple helmet at the end of a steel rod, leaking and begging to be stroked. I shook it off and reached over to plug my phone into the charger and begrudgingly put my poor, horny and agitated self to bed.
Surprisingly enough, I slept like a baby all night. I woke up with morning wood, as if I was part of the Petrified Forest, but, I slept soundly all night. Upon awakening, my hand unconsciously snaked its way down to my crotch to take hold of Mr. Winkie for my morning wank. But as soon as I wrapped my hand around the beast, I immediately remembered not to touch it and snapped myself into the reality that I needed to get up and get going.
I had plenty of time, but I wanted to get away early and stop on the way to Sharron’s condo to pick up a surprise for her. Okay, maybe I was suffering from a touch of serendipitous heartbreak sadness, but truthfully, I just like seeing her smile and I love doing things for her because she’s always so sweet and appreciative. She’s like that, you know. How I love just seeing Sharron smile. And I didn’t have any ulterior motives, either. All I wanted to do was do something nice for her. It’s like in that movie I was ‘paying it forward’.
So after showering and dressing, I locked up, got in my car, swallowed hard and then hit the road for the short drive over to Sharron’s. I stopped at the florist and picked up my surprise two dozen roses and a bag of fresh, fragrant rose petals.
I arrived at Sharron’s with a couple of minutes to spare and sat in my car thinking about what was in store for me. I realized that in just a few minutes I could be completely naked with no hope of getting my clothes back until the weekend was over. As excited as I had been, I was second guessing everything now. I was scared shitless. If I went in, this was really going to happen. Reality is much different than fantasy, you know, and as I sat in the car, I actually contemplated just putting the car in reverse and leaving.
What finally convinced me to gather up the flowers and walk to her door was simple. I trusted her implicitly and I knew that beyond everything else she would never, ever do anything to intentionally hurt my feelings.
I knew damn well that she was really looking forward to this. It was a chance for her to live out her fantasy of having a naked man around her – just for her – that she could ogle, touch and stare at. On the flip side, she knew I was excited about being naked for her and letting her ogle, touch and stare at me. In a way, we were in this together, complementing each other’s secret desires. We both silently understood that we had to rely on the other for this to be successful. So when it came right down to it, I knew she would make it comfortable, easy and good for me. It was the way she is. She’s like that, you know.
I slid the key into her front door lock at precisely 9:00 AM. I paused a few seconds just in case she was listening, maybe in an attempt to let her know I was there and about to come in. Determined not to let either of us down, I turned the door knob and opened it as smoothly as I could. Stepping inside, there was no immediate sign of her. There were no lights on, no sounds and no traces of Sharron.
With the flowers in my hands, I pushed the door closed behind me. I looked in the direction of her bedroom, but it was silent, so I walked into her kitchen and there on the counter was an envelope with my name on it. I placed the flowers on her kitchen counter and picked up the envelope. The first thing I noticed was that the envelope was perfumed. A classy touch, I thought.