Ring Ring

"Hello?"

(whisper) "Hi"

"Hello???"

(softly) "Hello"

"Look buddy! Its 3 in the morning what the fuck!?!"

- Click.

Thats how it all started. An anonymous phone call in the middle of the night. He knew how it went. Get her number, call her late when she isn't thinking straight. Ask her what she is wearing. Talk softly so she might think it is her guy calling for a little cross town booty talk. He had done it a few times. It was all innocent wasn't it? Nobody got hurt, no harm no foul. But this time was different. He wasn't a horny college kid anymore. He didn't get hard just seeing a pair of nipples trying to poke through a t-shirt anymore. He understood why that didn't happen to him anymore, though part of him wished that it did. What he didn't understand is why SHE was calling HIM! Who was she? What did she want?

The next few nights she called. Each time she spoke a little more, and each time he tryed to keep her on the phone. She said her name was Mandy. She did not ask his name, perhaps she already knew. "Thats how this works, right?" He asked himself after the fourth call in as many nights. "Somone you know, you see but are afraid to approach. Maybe someone that you want to get back at for something stupid so you call and call until they don't answer the phone anymore"

His phone didn't ring for two straight nights. He could hardly sleep. Every time his eyes fell closed he heard her voice.

It was soft and low, maybe it was a guy just fucking with him. Next time she called he was gonna give her a listen. Just wait...

"Hello"

"Mandy? Is that you?"

(whisper) "Yes."

"Good. I have been waiting for you to call"

- Silence.

"I am lying here naked stroking my-"

- Click.

"Haha. Fuck off and die" he cracked to nobody at all.

She called right back.

"Hello"

- Silence.

"Mandy? I'm still stroking"

- Breathing.

"I am lying here naked, rubbing my cock for you"

- Gasps of air, erratic breathing.

"You like that don't you?"

Then he heard her clearly. She was sobbing. Words came between sniffles and breaths as she struggled to say -

"I'm sorry. You must think I am a terrible person" she sobbed.

"Look, you call me in the middle of the night. Barely speak a few words to me. Then tell me goodnight and hang up." "Am I supposed to think your a nice person?"

"No, I know I have been bad. But I had to speak to you"

"Let's start over, ok?" he asked.

"Hi, my name is Symon. With a Y"

"I know who you are, Symon with a Y. My name is Amanda."

"How do you know me?" he asked, still unsure where this was all going.

"We used to work out together" she explained.

"Well... I mean at the same place."

Long silence.

'Used to?"

"Yes, up until a couple weeks ago. I changed jobs and my membership was through work."

"Oh, where do you work"

"They won't let me become a member now."

Hmm. She dodged the question, or did she not hear it. Obviously the woman is unstable and irrational!

"Well, good luck with the new job. I have to get some sleep"

(softly) "Don't go. Please"

"Ok, I will stay but only if you tell me why you are calling me?"

(whisper) "You are my inspiration. My guiding light. I knew it

the first time I saw you. Our eyes met, we smiled.

I just knew"

"I don't understand" he replied, more puzzled than ever.

"You see, I'm fat"

"Well, not truly fat, but I have very thick thighs and legs"

"But you are so well built, I just watched what you did and

you inspired me to work harder to lose weight"

"Oh, so why didn't you just say hi and ask for my number?"

"Noooooo. I couldn't do that. You would never talk to me"

"Mandy, that's silly. You sould like a sweet girl, cmon now"

He thought to himself that she is a flake, but better to humor her that see what she might do if he just told her to fuck off.

After about an hour they agreed that it was time for sleep. She apologized again for prank calling him, and he accepted.

He had a bit of a picture of her in his mind. She was medium height, about six inches shorter than him. Her torso was slender, as were her face and arms. Her hips widened at her bottom and her legs were full and thick all the way down to her feet, which were small for her frame. He had seen girls like that before. Until he thought about it a little there was nothing of interest. Just a girl who from the waist up is slender, but with what some of the guys at the gym called 'thunder thighs!'

He thought that was sort of sexy, but didn't give it much attention.

Symon was more of a smile man than a leg man. Nice full lips slightly parted in smile or grin did it for him. She had told him about how she couldn't get up the nerve to say hi to him, even though she could not stand the thought of not knowing what he was like behind his awesome body. He was built like a heavyweight boxer. Tall, broad shoulders, muscular with a very powerful look. She thought he had nice eyes. She thought he was sexy.

They said goodnight, and made plans to talk again the next day.

Symon was flattered, even a little aroused by the idea. Seeing him sweating and grunting and making monster faces at the gym had caused her to look at his membership card, looking him up in the phone book, and now she was calling him just to hear his voice.

She missed him. They gym hadn't been accepting new members for some time. They were located in a growing tech centre area where alot of startup dot.coms had sprouted up all over the place. The guru execs wanted to keep their people in shape, reduce medical care expense, etc. They purchased block of memberships for their workers, so that everyone had access. When Mandy changed jobs, she had no longer got to see how hard Symon worked on his body. Her mind filled with the fantasy of meeting him on the street, going back to his place, taking off his clothes...

But he was a sold out show. No more tickets available.

"Hello"

"Hi Mandy, how are you doing?"

"I am so great now that were are really talking" "How are you?" she asked.

"I am ok, think I pulled something at the gym today. My back really hurts." he groaned.

"Oh poor baby" she said sweetly "Lemme kiss an make it all better"

She made sweet kissing noises, and he felt them all the way down to his balls. He had thought of her kissing him. From time to time when they talked his thoughts drifted to her lips. He wondered how they would feel upon him. He wanted to see her, but he couldn't. It was just not something he could even think about. Too much unknown. He did know that he liked her, what he knew of her. He had wondered how to get her to kiss him, touch herself for him, talk dirty to him...

"Symon, are you there!" she asked loudly.

"I'm here, Mandy. Just stretching"

That was a lie. The only thing stretching was his cock. It grew harder each time she puckered her lips and made those sweet kissing noises.

"Kiss me again" he whispered.

- KISS

"Again"

- KISS

She thought of kissing his neck. Gently pressing her lips against his skin, with a subtle flick of her tongue before each kiss. Often she thought of kissing him. She imagined his pumped, sweaty body beside her. His powerful hands exploring her body. His cock growing, throbbing, pressing hard against her leg when they kissed...

"Mandy? Are you there?" he questioned.

- Silence.

"Tell me something Symon, do you ever touch yourself when we talk?"

(flushed) "Why what is it that you mean Mandy?"

"Do you think I have been touching myself?"

- Long pause.

"I am just giving you a hard time. You went silent on me and I wondered if you still had a free hand to hold the phone."

They both laughed nervously.

In fact, he did not. His cordless phone had come with a headset attachement. When Mandy called, Symon was 'hands free'

Foir what seemed like eternity they talked, laughed, giggled, kissed, and danced around the subject at hand. He wondered if she was getting wet when he kissed her. She wondered if he was ever going to ask her what she was wearingl. Each night she wore something special for him. Sometimes nothing at all. She always wore a smile, if not a sly grin...

"Hello"

"Hi thunder thighs!"

(giggling) "Ok, mister bent shaft"

(coughing) "Its not bent, its just stretching"

Loud laughter filled their ears. It had been exactly one month to the day since she had first called him. They had laughed, talked, kissed, teased, and lusted after one another until neither of them could stand it any longer. Maybe they should finally meet. Or should they??

"Mandy, I want to meet you."

- Silence.

"I am serious"

- Click.

Fuck! She hung up on him. She hadn't done that since he had 'faked' an orgasm in her ear. Well mostly faked. He did cum, but just before he let her hear him. She was moaning with him, and he just couldn't hold back. His hand gripped his cock tightly, squeezing and turning the tip of his cock as he called out her name. He came so much he needed a towel. She was more sexy to him than ever.

"Oh Mandy!!!"

Where did you go?

Fuck!

"Hello" he said softly.

"I will meet you tonight, but only somewhere in public"

"Fine, you name the place."

"How about the Gym" she asked.

"Fine, which level, what time?"

"Level 3, where the locker rooms are in 1 hour"

She gave him a brief description of what she would be wearing so he could spot her. She knew what he looked like, so he would have to be careful if he wanted to get a look at her first. She would be wearing green shorts, with a white stripe down each leg. Her long black hair would be up in a ponytail behind her head. She would be wearing a t-shirt with no bra. She knew how he loved to see hard nipples poking from a t-shirt.

He left within 15 minutes of hanging up the phone. It was time to see her. He would beat her there and get a peek. The layout of level 3 was pretty open except for the locker room area. The jacuzzi area was on level 3, as were the tanning beds and the juice bar. He often hung out there after a workout, replenishing his bodily fluids.

He arrived 20 minutes early. Took the stairs and quietly slipped into the Men's locker room. He took off his pants and shirt and hung them inside his locker. He would dress for a workout and lurk around just outside the locker room where he could see the stairway and elevator entrance. He would be exposed, but could retreat into the locker room if he needed to. It was a weekday night so there were enough people around for him to escape if need be.

Symon stepped into a stall to relieve himself.

"Ahh..." he moaned softly as he released his bodily tension.

He did not notice the stall door close behind him. When she spoke he jumped.

"Hello"

He turned to see her feet below the stall door. She did have some thick legs.

"Is that your cock you have in your hand?"

He stood there, holding himself. Speechless.

"Dont open the door. Just say yes or no"

"Yes"

She hoped he would not push on the door, as she was sure he was powerful enough to get it open. She had slipped in quickly and gotten the door to the restroom closed before anybody noticed her. Her hair was put up inside a ball cap to help her blend in. She was not about to miss this chance to introduce herself to him. The man she so dreamed of having. Of owning.

"Don't stop, Symon. Go ahead and squeeze your cock for me"

He could see her pull her shorts down to her feet. She wore no panties. As she sat down and slid toward him he could see her pussy. It was shaved. It was wet. It was beautiful. His cock began to throb in his hand as she talked softly to him through the stall door.

"Like what you see? This is better than at home in bed now isnt it Symon?"

"Yes"

She was moving her hips slowly as he stroked his cock. He grew harder with each stroke. Her pussy lips parted slightly with each movement of her wide, full hips. She was talking to him, speaking deeply to him with her soft, sexy voice.

"I know you want this pussy Symon."

"Yes"

"But first you have to do something for me"

"Yes, ma'am"

"Kneel down and sit with me. Let me see that cock"

He sat down in the same way that she had. His bare ass on the floor, legs spread wide apart, cock pointed right at her.

"I can't cum like this you know. My legs are too far apart"

"You better cum for me if you want some more of this" she demanded as her fingers touched her clit.

He could hear her moaning, groaning with each stroked of his hard shaft. He stroked hard, squeezing the tip and willing that familiar throbbing deep within him to take him over and cum all over that sweet pussy.

"Mmmm. You do have a nice cock, Symon."

"I knew you would" she moaned, now with 2 fingers deep inside herself. "Ohhhh...Symon...gawd.."

He tried and tried but just didn't feel himself getting closer.

"You know somebody is going to walk in here any second and I will get up and leave you here" she said with a determination in her voice he had not heard before.

"Don't you want to please me, Symon?"

"Yes, Mandy I do."

"Then drench me in your fuck juice before somebody spoils it for both of us" she demanded.

Was he sure this was the Mandy who had cried to him on the phone when he pretended to be a pervert? She was demanding he cum for her, and all he could think about was how sweet she must taste. He wanted to turn over and bury his tongue in her sweet juicy pussy. Grab her ass tightly and pull her to him. Fuck her with his tongue until she couldn't stand it!

"OOh gawd...Im gonna cum" she cried out. Her fingers plunged deeply inside her wet, dripping cunt. Again and again as she moaned his name.

"Syyymmmoonnn!!!! MmmmNnnnmHmmm"

Suddenly he felt his cock again. Awakened from an enchanted state and became aware of his own hand furiously squeezing and stroking his cock working to overcome the awkward position he was sitting in. No words came as he felt the massive throb grip his shaft as thick, hot cum poured onto her clit, lips, and inner thighs. He moaned deeply again and again as he drenched her in his juice. He never had felt anything so intense in his life. It was amazing. Finally, spent, covered in sweat he manged to utter...

"Mandy, come in here and fuck me."

He watched as she stood, cum dripping from her legs. She pulled up her shorts, and spoke softly.

"Call me"

And she was gone.

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