It was nearly 9am and her lover would call soon. Sarah was all ready for him, bathed, perfumed and lying naked on the bed, her vibrator beside her, with fresh powerful batteries.
It was the now-common story of two people who meet in a chat room and find some attraction there. Soon they chatted with each other exclusively, adding emails and even webcam to the mix. When Scott phoned the first time, Sarah was delighted by the tingles his voice created in her. They had remained phone lovers for over a year when Sarah found a reason to visit Scott's city, across the country. They happily planned her visit, arranging for time to spend together, to see if the chemistry was there in "real life". It was! For the week of her visit, Scott spent as much time as possible with her, showing her the city, making her laugh, and spending quality time in the huge bed in her room. She left with so many memories of that time and of her sweet man.
When she returned home, the memories augmented their daily calls. She had visuals to add to the voice and words, and it made for powerful orgasms.
She looked forward to their daily conversations. Every morning, as soon as Scott reached his office, he would lock his door and call her. They would spend moments sharing what had occured since yesterday, then their voices would lower and they would share fantasies, each imagining and remembering the other touching them, enticing them.
Usually, Sarah had several orgasms, ranging from the first tiny one to a final, massive climax, with screams that tore at her throat and made it raw. During all her enjoyment, Scott held off, so they could come together and share the last one.
He had the best fantasies and the ability to convey them perfectly to Sarah, until the roller coaster she rode with him was incredibly realistic. She would have sworn that she felt his hands, mouth and tongue on her body. When he described fucking her, she actually felt his hard cock pounding into her.
After they had worn themselves out, they would whisper for a few more minutes, discussing the upcoming day and exchanging words of love. Then Scott would have to hang up, knowing his secretary would be arriving momentarily. When the connection was broken, Sarah would lie there, naked and content, remembering his deep, sensual voice and the emotions he created in her.
Today was no different. Sarah was already wet with anticipation and need. The blinds were still closed, the room softly dark. She lit the candle he had sent her, which made her feel even closer to him. Her pillows were stacked and nested and she was waiting for the phone to ring. When it did ring, despite the fact that she anticipated it, she jumped and fumbled for it. As soon as she heard his voice, the tingles started, her body began preparing. She could almost feel her lips puffing and separating. The aroma of her excitement competed with the honey-almond candle scent.
They began as always, talking about yesterday and last night and then this morning. Soon, Scott's voice became softer and lower and he told her of a very erotic thought he had had on the way to work. Sarah listened attentively, her eyes closed, the scene unfolding in her mind, until she could actually feel everything he described. Her hand moved to her tummy, slowly sliding lower.....
"Oh, shit! Gail came in early today!" Scott said, referring to his secretary. "I have to go, baby. I will try to call back if I can, but it's a busy one today. I love you. Bye."
And he was gone. Poor Sarah! Her fingers had just reached her thick curls, just started to slide through them, when he disappeared. She stared at the receiver for a minute, then hung it up. Actually, she slammed it down! But her aching pussy didn't understand, didn't know about the interruption. All it knew was the need to be touched, caressed and, finally, the tension released. Sarah sighed and closed her eyes again, moving her fingers further into the soft curlies. She found her swollen slit and began riding up and down along it, moving deeper each time. It felt so good to be touched, even if she was doing it all alone. She could still hear Scott's voice in her ears, still hear the fantasy he had been sharing. She let her mind drift, following the story to completion. Their story. Her fingers moved quickly and skillfully, circling her engorged clit and then sliding into her wet pussy. Over and over, she moved her hand as she finished the fantasy alone. Damn Scott!
Intellectually, she knew it wasn't his fault. Many times she had told him that business was business and that she understood. And usually she did. But not today, not when she needed him to help her reach the summit, help her come and release the tension built up in her.
Sarah was having trouble concentrating on the story. Just as she felt the orgasm building, felt her body tightening in response to the events unreeling in her mind, she would again think of Scott having to abruptly leave and she would once again lose concentration. She was growing frustrated. She picked up her little blue toy, placed it right against her clit and turned it on. The vibrator burst into a low, whirring hum. Scott loved that. She would hold the phone between her legs, allowing him to hear the sound and visualize the placement. When she returned the receiver to her ear, she would tell him how wonderful it felt having the buzzing toy right there, right against her needy nubbin.
Today, even the vibrator didn't do it for her. She felt her body tightening in response to the electric massage, felt her legs straightening and clamping together. Now! Now she was going to make the ride, going to come, she could tell. Then, unbidden, the memory of Scott saying "bye" entered her mind and she lost the momentum. Oh, fuck! She needed to come, she needed the peace that came from a great orgasm.
Frustrated to the point of tears, she twisted in the bed, then stopped abruptly. Standing in the doorway of her bedroom was a man. A very nice-looking man, tall and well-built, in a workshirt and dark blue jeans. In the instant before she panicked and attempted to cover herself, she was able to see his name, ALEX, embroidered on his blue shirt. She was also able to see his throbbing cock encased in blue denim. He was lounging against the doorframe, watching her and smiling.
As she scrambled to cover up, he tilted an imaginary hat and said in a soft drawl, "Howdy, Ma'am. I'm Alex from the maintenance department. You reported a leaky faucet. I knocked, but no one answered. Sorry to have frightened you."
As if he had just found her washing dishes or watching TV! Sarah found herself growing warm, knew she was blushing and that Alex could probably watch the progress of that blush. While she struggled to cover her naked body, he continued to relax in the doorway, seemingly not at all flustered. If it hadn't been for the hugely engorged cock so very evident, it would seem as if he didn't notice anything.
Sarah still hadn't said a word. Her mind raced from Scott to her aching need to this man standing in her doorway, with a lovely hard cock, just what she had been wishing for so fervently.
She silently watched him, wondering what he was thinking, what he was planning. She was growing warmer by the moment, and feeling braver too. She stopped her frantic movements and just nestled against the pillows, allowing her limbs to grow limp. Her legs fell open, her hands settled quietly at her sides. She watched him watching her. Still she didn't speak.
