The soft cresendo of the increasing ring of my cell slowly woke me. Finding my voice I try to whisper hello.
I hear you purr through the line.
"Don’t speak. Just listen"
I know my own breathing can be heard as it hangs heavy on the receiver. I quieten my soul in fear you hear my heartbeat as it trembles in my chest.
"I want you to listen to me."
I turn to bury my head in my pillow while I hang on snug to the phone. My breathing eases and I’m able to listen, even though I have so much I want to say. But, I love to hear that voice. A slow and soft hum that stops me in my tracks.
"I can’t stop thinking of you. I can’t stop the impulse to touch you when we are near. I want to reach out and run my hands through your hair. I want to trace the perfect curves of your lips..."
I try to speak. I lay mesmorized as I can feel the trace on my lips, the lift and fall of my hair, the chills as I can sense the subtle tickle from fingertips on my neck.
"Quiet, my love. I can’t have you waking him. I can’t stand the thought of this phone call ending before I confess my love and desire of your forbidden fruit. I need you to hear me."
I carefully turn my back to my lover as I hold the phone tightly to my ear. I close my eyes as I listen and then see the images of naked bodies dance on my eyelids...
"There are never enough words to describe the yearn in my soul. My knees buckle under my weight when you walk by. I fall asleep at night wanting just more wiff of your perfume...one more brush of your hand. I can feel the heat of your body next to mine. I can taste the sweetness of your breath. And, I can feel your hands as they trace my face. I want to just look into your eyes without having to turn away.
I want to hear your soft moans as we stand together in the night. I want to feel your flesh under my fingertips. I want to feel the raise of goosebumps as I graze your perfect nipple. I want to make love to you."
My breath catches and quickens.
"Can you feel me? Can you feel me peel your clothes off one by one? Your creamy skin amazes me. My mouth waters as I my wait has ended to taste you. The faint smell of your body wash lingers in the night air and floods my senses. I taste the tiny circle around your belly button and feel your muscles tense as you let out a little giggle. I can’t help but giggle a bit with you...."
Wait, I plead. I can’t listen. I need to feel you. I need to feel the warmth of your mouth trail my skin. I need to feel the softness of your lips warm my nipples and the push of your tongue as you taste the sensitive mounds. I want to feel your fingers dip between my legs and feel the wetness you create. I want to feel your fingers circle my swollen pearl and explore my waiting slit. I want to taste the nape of your neck and the velvet feel of your tongue as your fingers slip deeper into me. I want you to feel the nectar, warm and sticky, cover your hand. I want you to make me cum, and I want you to feel it.
"Aaaaahhhh," she moans.
And as my body can no longer remain still my own fingers must explore the wetness created. As I hear her vibrator humm to life, I spread my own throbbing lips to tease my clit. With little hesitation my body answers and succumbs to the ache of orgasm and waves of hunger and desire wash over me. My lover awakes and eagerly slides his hard cock between my legs from behind holding my hips hard and entering deep to feel the finishing pulsations that Kitten purred to life from afar....