Message-ID: <6419eli$9802251511@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: "Mr. Maquido" <maquido@hotmail.com> X-Good-Line-Length: yes Subject: Maquido Phone Calls II Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Content-Type: text/plain Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <19980224230528.2731.qmail@hotmail.com> Phone Calls II Maquido maquido @ hotmail .com Disclaimer: I read all those cool disclaimers and warnings and I wanted one myself. I hereby disclaim that any such disclaimers are useful for any purpose whatsoever and suggest that if you are concerned about who gets to read what in this country you vote for representatives that will support privacy, the freedom of expression, and the constitutional right to be let alone. Children need to be protected by their parents and, with all due respect to the politicians, the information superhighway should no more be made safe for children to play in than should hi-way 1 or route 66. It will defeat its greatest value. A few days ago I posted some old texts I'd written years ago. I've had some good e-mail response, thank you very much and have promised to post some additional texts. One of the things uploaded was a transcript of a phone call (Subject header: Phone Calls (phone sex)). More people sent me e-mail about that file than about the other. I have similar transcripts that I need to find and send for your reading pleasure. In fact I started going through old disks trying to remember old passwords to find the other files. I even had to load up the oldest DOS word processor software in my desk to unencrypt some of the files. But meanwhile, I had an interesting call that you might be interested in. Those of you who saw Phone Calls will recall that it was the transcript of a conversation with a neighbor referred to in the posting as Gina. The call occurred a number of years ago and life has moved on. She has since moved on and lives in another city. I've taken care of some work for her and we've talked less and less. The last twelve months we've maybe had one phone conversation and it was about business. Until the other day. As before, this has been edited for readability and I've removed some personal stuff that shall remain personal. Anything not in the phone call itself appears in brackets. This ends rather abruptly, but I wanted to keep it honest and the last part of the phone call ended in the type of sounds that look really stupid when you try to write them. We promised to talk again and said good-bye. I hope you appreciate the real life nature of the calls rather than to create a neat and fictional ending. TUESDAY 6:15 GINA: Hello. ME: Hey! What's up. GINA: Hey! What's going on? Long time no talk. ME: Not much. I just had occasion to think of you and thought I'd give you a call. GINA: Think of me? Why's that? ME: You're getting famous. GINA: Famous? What are you talking about. ME: Famous on the internet. GINA: The internet? What are you talking about? . . . All right now, what have you done? Are you still being bad on the computer? [laughing] ME: Remember those phone calls of ours that I posted on the internet years ago. GINA: Yeah, I remember. I blush, but I remember. ME: I ran across the first one the other day and I sent it up to one of the newsgroups. I've received a lot of mail talking about how hot you are. GINA: [laughing a lot] Well, it was kind of hot. You are so bad. I can't believe you published that again. I can't believe you still have it. ME: You know I'm bad. Besides, I kind of enjoyed reading it again. Brought back some memories. GINA: Mmmm. It does do that. [laughing] Too bad we're old and responsible now. I could use some more good memories like that. ME: I never claimed that you could call me responsible. What do you mean you could use more good memories? GINA: Just not much of a social life going on right now. Hold on, my roommate just walked in. [Gina lives with another lady who rents a room from her.] GINA: I've got to go, but I'm real glad you called. We don't talk often enough. On the internet, huh? Where do I go find it? ME: alt.sex.stories.moderated Look for Phone Calls by Maquido. GINA: [laughing] I've got to go, I'll talk to you again. [And I thought that was that. We'd talk again some day when she needed an errand run or something done. But...] TUESDAY 8:35 ME: [I answered with my business name.] GINA: Hey Maquido, what are you doing still at work. ME: Hi. Working away. So did you find Maquido's stories. GINA: [laughing] Yeah. You should be ashamed. ME: I am. You know I am. GINA: Right. How come you never let me read that story about spanking? ME: [In the interest of honest reporting, I confess, I felt myself blush] Uh, like I said, I found a bunch of my old stuff and sent it up. GINA: You really are an ass man, aren't you? ME: Sure. And a breast man and a leg man and a finger man and a toe man and an ear man and an eyes man and thatlittlesoftwarmspotbehindtheearman. GINA: I remember you. You pretty much love women. [I almost left this out of this text, it sounds so hokey] ME: What's not to love. GINA: Reading that phone call reminded me, that it didn't take you long at all to trigger me. ME: Trigger you? You mean get into something that interested you? GINA: You know what I mean. ME: [I knew exactly what she meant] What you're trying to say is that you don't mind being admired by an ass man. GINA: [laughing] That's a nice way of saying it. ME: Of saying what, he asks innocently. GINA: You know. ME: What? GINA: You know. ME: Yeah, but I like hearing it. GINA: I mean, yes, I liked the attention you paid to my ass. I remember wondering how you knew to do that. ME: And I liked the fact that you enjoyed the attention. We were both kind of bad, weren't we? GINA: Yep. And I liked it. I wonder why the things you made me do is such a turn on. ME: What things did I make you do? GINA: You know. ME: Here we go again. What? GINA: You know, sticking my ass up in the air, telling me how you'd like to see that. ME: Well, I would. You've always had a fine ass. GINA: Now stop, it's been too long since I've let anybody pay attention to anything. ME: You enjoyed fantasizing about showing yourself like that didn't you? GINA: Yes. ME: Was it the exhibition in general, or the ass specifically? GINA: Well, I wouldn't say it was JUST the ass, but. . . well . . . something about that was real exciting. I mean, I enjoyed the whole thing, the idea that I was being an exhibitionist, but parts of it were... oh, I don't know... ME: More nasty. GINA: Yes. Nasty. I think I liked being really nasty. ME: Someone once said the best sex is the nasty sex. GINA: I guess on the phone with you, I felt relatively safe and it was easier to be nasty without risk. ME: I have to admit, being a voyeur over the phone looses a little something. GINA: [laughing] Ah, well, too bad you're hundreds of miles away. ME: Oh, and if I wasn't would you show me things. GINA: I might. ME: What would you show me? GINA: What do you want to see? What would you want to do? ME: Maybe I don't want to wait. Maybe I want you to do some things right now. GINA: [in a quiet, small voice] What? What do you want me to do? ME: Is your roommate there? GINA: No. I'm all alone. ME: Where are you in the house. GINA: In the living room, on the sofa. ME: Can anyone see in? GINA: Hold on, let me shut the blinds. . . . there. Nobody can see. ME: I'm getting hard. Are you getting excited? GINA: Yes. ME: Hold on. I'm going to take myself out of my pants. . . . okay, that feels better. GINA: What are you doing? ME: You know what I'm doing. I'm stroking my cock slowly, just kind of warming up. GINA: I'm warming up. ME: Are you? Are you in jeans, or what? GINA: Yes, jeans and a t-shirt. ME: Hold your hand between your legs, cup yourself. GINA: Okay, I am. ME: Do you feel heat. GINA: Yes, I do. ME: I love the way that feels through jeans. I can just imagine the way the warmth feels in your palm. GINA: hmmmm It radiates heat. ME: Are your jeans tight. GINA: Pretty tight, yes. ME: Spread your legs wide. I want to imagine your jeans tight across your crotch. GINA: Okay. ME: I'd like to get close between your legs, even while you're in your jeans. It reminds me of one of the first times I ever detected the scent of an aroused female. I was in junior high and a group of us started fooling around on the grass outside the school. We started playing a strange game with a football. There were five guys and each guy had a girl on his shoulders. Seems like the object of the game was to try and get the football away from the other couples and throw it through a basketball hoop. GINA: You guys just wanted girls legs wrapped around your neck. ME: Yeah, well, you're probably right. GINA: Anyway, what happened? ME: The game was kind of physical with us guys bouncing against each other and the girls pulling at each other. I remember that Jenny Wray was on my shoulders. We'd been friends since first grade. I have to confess, I was enjoying the way her thighs would tighten around my neck and then flex and tighten and twist and squirm while we battled for the ball. Anyway, after several minutes of the physical activity, Jenny had the ball when one of the other girls got hold of her. In the ensuing battle Jenny was getting twisted around, sliding to the side with her legs rotating around my head. I felt her start to fall and twisted to grab her. We ended up with her twisted around backwards and my face inches from her crotch. The scent was new and startling. I know now that she must have been sexually excited. Back then I had reactions I did not understand. I could tell that her scent was something wonderful and something sexual, but I wasn't equipped to understand completely. GINA: Well, if you were between my legs now... ME: What? GINA: You could tell I'm aroused. ME: Oh, you're getting wet, are you? GINA: You are so matter of fact, but yes I am getting wet. ME: Hmmm nice. GINA: Are you still playing with yourself? ME: You know it. GINA: What else? What else would you have me do? ME: Undo your jeans and pull them down just below your butt. [I hear a snap and a zipper] GINA: Hang on and I'll do it. Okay, there. My jeans are halfway down my thighs, just below my butt. ME: And your panties? What might I expect to see. GINA: These are nothing special. White bikini, damp in the crotch panties. Hmmm ME: Hey, what was that noise? What are you doing? GINA: [giggle] Sorry, just had to rub. It felt nice. ME: Get on the floor on your knees. GINA: Okay. God, why does this turn me on so much. ME: What? GINA: Sitting here on my knees with my pants at my knees. There's not even anybody really seeing me and it is making me horny. . . . Damn, somebody is at the door. Hold on. ME: Wait. Do you have a peep hole in the door? GINA: Yes. ME: Then push your pants to your ankles and walk over to the door and see who it is. GINA: I can't believe I'm doing this. ME: But it is a turn on isn't it? GINA: Yes, I feel naughty. Hang on, its some kid. [I heard the door open and I heard Gina tell somebody that she had already bought Girl Scout Cookies] ME: I hope you pulled your pants up. GINA: I didn't, I just stood behind the door. ME: Kick off your jeans. GINA: They're off. ME: Stand at the door. Put your hands on the door and spread your legs. GINA: Okay, hang on I've got to... okay, got it... I was about to drop the phone. I'm leaning over. My jeans are off. ME: Put a hand inside your panties between your legs from the rear. GINA: [some of those neat noises] Okay. ME: Pull your finger through your pussy and right up the crack of your ass. Touch your asshole. Make it wet. GINA: Oh god... that feels good. ME: Do that woman trick. Take off your bra and leave your t-shirt on. GINA: Okay. Done. ME: [my attentions to myself are getting to the point where I don't want to stretch this out much more] Take off your panties. GINA: They're off. ME: Spread the cheeks of your ass wide and remember that I want to see you do that next time I see you. GINA: Okay. It's done. I'm spread wide and I wish you could see. I'd bend over like this. Oh my. ME: What? GINA: I'm bent over looking between my legs and I'm so wet, my hair is matted. ME: Get on the floor. Masturbate with one finger stroking your ass. [I love the sound of women when they come.] ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us |