Every night without fail, I listened to his show. Every night, I hardly heard a word he said. His voice is warm and deep, with a growly sexy edge that would make any woman want him.
After a rough day, it was sheer bliss to curl up in bed in the dark, with the headphones on, and his voice purring in my ears, relaxing and exciting me, easing away all the tension and stress.
One one particular night, my imagination begins to run wild, and I come up with a brillient plan to get his attention.
I reached out in the dark for inspiration, and found a make-up brush I'd forgotten in the bottom of my drawer. Laying back in bed, naked and with the headphones still on, I let the brush drift over my breasts, the tickling sensation making me smile, and his voice making me think up kinkier ideas. As I accidentally let the brush slide over the ticklish spot on my tummy, I decided to have fun and put my plan into action.
Taking the brush lower, and losing all focus on the words he was saying, I pictured him standing at the foot of the bed, growling instructions at me.
The brush lightly stroked my clitoris, making me moan out loud, and writhe on the bed in delight. The new sensations were pure heaven, and I moved the brush faster, in small circles around it, without actually touching it. The pressure and need building, I lightly teased my clit, stroking it just once with the brush, then moving it away. His sensual growl commanded me to do it again, and I followed orders. After a few times, I was ready enough, and horny enough, to go through with my plan, and not care about the consequences. I needed to cum, and I couldn't do it without his permission. My original plan called for a phone call to the station so he could tell me in person, and listen to the results, but I was just a little too shy to do that. So I texted the show, telling him what I was doing and asking him to say a certain few words on the radio if he felt like allowing me to cum. I knew that the other guys working in the studio would also read the text, but I was too horny to care by that stage. All I wanted was to connect with him.
After about ten minutes, he said my asked for words on air, and right after he did, my back arched, my toes curled up, and with the brush on my clit, I had three of the most fantastic orgasms I had EVER experienced.
For the next week, I also had a few on other nights, remembering the tone in his voice as he commanded me to finish.
I made plans to fly to his city, and meet him just once. Just to see if he was as sexy in person as he was over the airwaves.
After my plane landed, I jumped in a taxi and headed off to his radio station to wait near the building. Two women approached, and I heard them talking about Spoony and how he had gone on holiday. They noticed me, and asked if I was ok. When I told them about wantng to meet Spoony, they said he had gone to the airport an hour before my arrival, and that he was flying overseas. Thanking them profusely, I hailed another taxi, and raced to the airport again, throwing an unknown amount of money at the driver as I jumped out and ran into the building.
I hurried up to the counters and quickly purchased a ticket on the same flight as him. The man issuing the ticket seemed attracted to me, so I dug some kinky photos of myself out of my bag, in exchange for arranging my seat to be right next to Spoony.
Now all I could do was wait for the flight to be called, so I took a seat right next to the departure gate to make sure I didn't miss my flight.
As the flight was announced over the intercom, I remained seated for a few minutes, to calm my nerves, and take a look at the other passengers who would be boarding.
Suddenly, the people parted briefly, and I saw him. He was wearing blue jeans that looked as though they had been spray-painted on, and hugged his butt perfectly. I was beginning to get jealous of a clothing item.
Before my thoughts wandered too far, I stood and prepared to board the flight. He was three people ahead of me, and looked resigned to over 30 hours stuck on a plane.
As he stowed his bag in the overhead compartment, and settled into the window seat, I watched him, and helped the lady ahead of me with her bag while she strapped her child into his seat. She smiled her gratitude, and sat down.
Now I had regained some composure, I stowed my own bag beside his, and took my seat beside him. I smiled a hello, and organised my seatbelt, noticing as I did that the jeans he wore hugged his front nicely too.
As the plane took off, I leaned back and shut my eyes, inhaling deeply. I made it appear as though I was resigning myself to seemingly endless hours of sitting, but I was really inhaling his scent, a mixture of Lynx and manhood.
A few hours into the trip, I sensed he was watching me, so I stretched, and smiled at him. We began talking, he introducing himself by his real name, and avoiding the question of what he did for a living. Assuming he wanted anonymity and not to talk "shop", I let him away with it, and we chatted for ages.
When he got up to go to the bathroom, I resisted the urge to pinch his butt as he squeezed past me. There was a relatively long line for the toilets, so he was gone a while. When he got back, I was pretending to be asleep, so he cautiously slid past me and into his seat.
I had wriggled around to get comfortable, and my skirt had risen up, showing off quite a lot more leg and thigh than I usually did, but I allowed it to remain up. I had also popped the top few buttons on my shirt in order to not have it be too tight around my neck. Since I was leaning towards his seat, he had a nice view halfway down my top, and I opened my eyes enough to see through the lashes but still appear to be asleep. He was definitely looking down my top, and since he thought I was asleep, he was looking directly, without fear of being caught.
I let my body relax, bit by bit, concentrating on self hypnosis techniques I have been taught by a friend.
As I relaxed, I ended up half laying, half sitting, with my head on his shoulder. I kept focusing on staying relaxed and heavy, smiling inside myself as I felt his arm go around my shoulders and he pulled me closer.
I muttered "Mhnkmph" sleepily as I cuddled in closer, my mouth less than an inch from his neck. I stayed there for half an hour or so, making sure I kept my body totally limp and heavy.
Then I wriggled slightly, and lay still. Four minutes later, I cuddled even closer and muttered "Mmmm, don't stop!"
As I began to kiss and nibble on his neck, I felt his fingers go under my shirt at the back, gently stroking the base of my spine. I arched my back in pleasure, my nipples pressed into his arm, and I moaned softly in his ear.
I stretched my top arm over his tummy, cuddling in more, and felt his erection against my arm.
I wriggled down in my seat, unzipping his jeans as I lowered my head into his lap.
At that stage he tried to stop me, and wake me up. I raised my head, looked him in the eyes, and said "It's ok Spoony, I've been awake the whole time!". Then I took his cock out of his jeans and began to tease the head with the tip of my tongue. I circle it slowly, and smile as I feel his hands playing with my hair, and giving it a gentle pull when he gets aroused.
