Her Cellphone rang and her breath caught. He was exactly 1 minute early. They'd been chatting for several months now after finding each other on that divorced singles website, and he'd never been early. Tonight was different and they both felt it.
"Hello." Her voice was quiet, not intentionally lusty. Her voice echoed a little in her simply furnished room.
"Hiya, babe." His voice was cheery, but somehow deeper than normal. She could hear his smile.
She smiled too. She was almost at a loss at how to proceed, then he interrupted her, "Are you naked for me?" Oh, she most certainly was. She'd turned the room temp up and laid out a nice soft towel onto the bed.
"Did you put your purple toy into warm water in the sink like I asked?" The smile was still there, she could hear it.
"Yes." she was so excited / nervous / turned on she could barely make the words come out.
"Mmmm," the sound came out like a purr from a Lion. "Good girl."
She was instantly dripping wet. She'd always been the aggressor in the sack. College athletics can do that to you, damn testosterone.
"Do you have the little vibrator too?"
She grabbed it and turned it on.
"Yes." God, why was she nervous. He wasn't even here. All her insecurities were unnecessary. He was into her and she knew it, even though she could point out every imperfection. He'd never seen her naked thanks to their long distance relationship and their mutual shyness, but he liked what he'd seen clothed and told her as much.
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His heart was pounding like a hammer. He'd seen the pictures she'd sent and loved every pixel. Her camping with friends, her at a work function, even one of when she was much younger on the Track team. Personally, at 40, he liked the curves she'd gathered. She'd lived a life and had the babies to prove it. As a grown man, that was sexy as hell to him. And she made him feel so sexy with just her words alone.
He wasn't usually the dominant type, but for some reason he'd taken that role with her and they'd both loved it. This was their first foray into phone sex. Heck, Any sex at all. They just had to meet in person, but the timing just wasn't in the cards as yet, and so this phone call.
"I'm so wet," her words were light and breathy. It made him ache.
"Mmmm," again the Lion purred. "Good," he replied, less nervous than he felt.
"Take the vibrator in your right hand and play with yourself a bit. Run it softly over your clit."
This time it was she who purred,"Mmm."
"Get close. If ten is orgasm, don't get closer than eight. Do you understand?" His words were strong and firm, much like he was.
"Oh, yess." She was nearly hissing.
"Tell me when you stop."
Almost immediately, she spoke, "I had to stop."
"Good girl." Holy shit, she loved that. That alone, those strong words from that man nearly pushed her over the edge, but she struggled to keep it together.
All he heard was her breath for a few long seconds.
"Again, please." He said, lustfully.
She made little moaning sounds he could hear in the phone. 'At some point she'd put it on speaker,' he thought. There was the gentle rustling of sheets.
"I stopped again," she said slightly out of breath.
