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Subject: {<500 words} "The Phone Call" by Gregarious





The Phone Call

"Do you want to know what I'm wearing?" Her voice dripped with
sensuality. Was it for my benefit? My cynical side thought she could
just as easily be like the phone sex woman in the movie "Short Cuts":
phone propped against her chin, changing a diaper; testing to see if
the iron is hot enough to tackle a pile of clothes beside her.

"Hm-hmm, what have you got on?" I was determined to play out the
fantasy.   "Describe it to me."

"It's a satiny camisole, forest green with spaghetti straps. Most
women prefer black or red lingerie, but I love the way the green
contrasts with my flaming red hair. I'm a natural redhead, lover. My
pussy hair is the same brilliant colour. I'm imagining that you're
staring at me as I lift my slip up to show you my gorgeous red pussy.
Mmmmm, do you like it?"

"I can envision that it's an incredible sight," I played along. "You
must be very beautiful, lying back with your pussy exposed. Touch
yourself for me, please."

"Oh my, you have such a sweet sexy voice. It's beginning to excite me
like you wouldn't believe. Oh yessss; I am getting all wet. I'm just
oozing at the sound of your voice, trying to imagine that my fingers
are your tongue.   Mmmmmm." She had the sensuous dialogue down pat and
I'd be lying if I said it didn't arouse me. I stroked my cock to the
rhythm of her words.

"I wish it was my tongue," I truthfully commented.

"It is, as far as I'm concerned," she crooned. "I've got two fingers
pushing up inside me. Ohhh it feels sooo goooood! I'm going to slip
the strap of mycamisole down to expose one breast. I have freckles on
my tits, lover.   Keep stroking yourself for me, baby." Her verbal
seduction heightened with every syllable and I was responding totally.
"You know what I'm going to do now, lover? I'm putting my wet fingers
on my exposed nipple, playing with it as if it was your warm tongue.
My nipple is so hard and pointing out. Ooo, I wish your whole mouth
would suckle my tit." 

"I would suck on one and my fingers would play with your other one," I
fantasized, my self-stimulation augmenting with each word.

"Oh yes, baby! Imagine sucking my breasts. I can visualize you
climbing on top of me, moving your cock up to my pussy. I'm feeling
the tip of your hard, hard cock poking against my tight slit. Ohh
Yesss! I can feel it beginning to push inside me; working its way in.
Your beautiful cock is entering my dripping cunt. It feels
unbelievable! Ohhh, don't stop ..."

"RRRRRINNNGGG," a telephone shrieked, breaking my concentration; hers
too I'm sure.

My wife turned towards me and reached over to grab it. "Now who the
fuck would be calling us, just as we're getting each other off?!"


(c) gregarious 1997





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