(This took place in the era before smartphones -- when mobile phones conveyed sound only.)
Becky was on a work trip to Paris. She worked for a clothing company, and was there to assess the new Summer fashions. We had been together for six months, and were still at the heady stage of having sex almost every day. She had been gone for three days, and I had not jerked off once, even though I was incredibly horny. I wanted to save it for when she got back.
Last night I was at home, and after a light supper, I put the TV on and tried catching up on the news. My phone rang -- it was Bex.
"Hi Eric," she said, "how's your day been?"
"Not bad," I replied, "tedious day at work. Got a load of crap from my manager, but apart from that, I suppose it wasn't too bad. What have you been up to?"
"I had a great time - I was taken to lunch by Sacha, one of the male models."
I had seen pictures of Sacha -- he was a handsome fucker!
"Go on," I said.
"He invited me to his place after lunch, and seduced me. I tried to resist, but when he got his cock out, and it was so HUGE, I just had to have it."
I trusted Bex implicitly, and knew she was kidding. She liked to tease me about all the fantastic male models she met.
"Bigger than mine?" I asked.
"Oh, God yes, it must have been nine inches, maybe more."
"I am glad you had a good time," I said, "I also had a bit of fun today. Gladys the tea lady came round. She gave me my coffee with milk and one sugar, and a couple of biscuits as usual, and then asked if I wanted anything else. I was missing you and felt rather horny so I asked if she could spare five minutes and suck me off. The old dear was lovely about it. She asked if I wanted it with her teeth in or out. I have never been sucked off toothless before so I opted for that. It's been on my bucket list for years."
"Wonderful," Bex said, "how was it?"
"Oh, it was great. She sucked like a pro, and when she started gumming my helmet, I shot off almost immediately."
"Marvellous," Bex said, "I am so happy for you. Did she spit or swallow?"
"I told her not to swallow. She was due to give my manager his coffee after me, so I asked her to spit it in a cup, and let the bastard drink it with his coffee. She doesn't like him so happily obliged."
Bex laughed.
"Seriously though, have you missed me?"
"Massively," I replied, "three days with no sex, I am going crazy!"
"Poor baby," she crooned, "so you haven't missed me for my sparkling intellect and wit, just for my body?"
"That is about it," I said, "when are you due back?"
"Next week," Bex replied.
"Fucking Hell, I really will have resorted to shagging Gladys by then!"
"I am rather horny as well," Bex said, "despite Sacha giving me his nine inches, three times no less, I still feel frisky. I watched ten gorgeous girls on the catwalk this afternoon. You know how turned on I get by slim girls with bouncy, perky tits."
I had been lucky enough to go to a few shows with Bex, and the tall, slender, braless models always had a big impact on me. She used to tease me that when we had sex after seeing a show, I could only last two minutes. She wasn't far wrong. Just the talk of sexy models made my cock stir.
"Damn," I said, "don't talk about your models, that makes it even worse!"
"Really," she asked, "are you getting a stiffie?"
"I've had one ever since I answered the phone. Just hearing your voice is enough."
"I've just had a shower, and haven't got dressed yet," Bex said, "you should get naked too."
I put my hand on my crotch. My erection was rampant. I held the phone near my crotch and slid the zipper on my fly down. I lifted the phone to my head.
"Did you hear that?" I asked.
"Oh yes!" said Bex.
"I am stepping out of my trousers and heading for the bedroom," I said, "are you really naked?"
"As naked as the day I was born," Bex said, "I am lying on my bed now."
I put the phone down and took off the rest of my clothes, and got on the bed.
"On the bed too," I said, "and I am thinking about Gladys... I mean you."
