Steven rang my doorbell at 4:00 on the nose. I had just walked in from pulling my car into the garage, and hadn't had time to kick my shoes off. He came in with his camera bag, eager to get started. I had agreed to let him shot photos of my garden for his high school class. Just then the phone rang, so I directed him out back and told him I would join him in a minute. The phone call was from my man. He is overseas on a business assignment for the next three weeks - which is a long time to hear his sexy voice over a phone. We talked about how our days went; then he started in on me.
His voice dropped an octave, and he asked me what I had on. I smiled and described what I had worn to work. He told me to take it off.
"What," I laughed.
"C'mon, take it off."
I glanced at the patio door, "I can't."
"Why, is somebody there?"
There was no need to plant a seed of jealousy, "Who would be here?"
"Then take you clothes off."
"All right, if you do too."
"I had them off the minute you picked up the phone."
I put the phone down, and made little sounds like I was getting undressed. I picked the phone back up, and he told me to think about him. To close my eyes, and concentrate on him. The way he looks at me, then way he kisses and touches me. I took another glance at the patio door, then complied. I could see his eyes loving me, his lips and hands caressing me, and it started tuning me on.
"Now, rub yourself."
"Okay," I whispered, taking another look at the door.
"Rub you thighs. Now you breasts."
I twirled the phone cord around my finger, wishing hard that Steven would finish up and leave. Timothy and I had phone sex on a regular basis when one of us are out of town for an extended amount of time. Ideally, I would be stretched out on my bed, naked, following his every command. But with Steven in my backyard, all I could do give the impression I was playing along.
"Now, touch your pussy."
He had no idea how much I wanted to.
"Imagine your fingers are my tongue, kissing and loving your lips - working you way to you clit. Is it hard for me, baby?"
Steven or no Steven, my hand slid inside my skits and pantyhose and panty waistband. I kept my hair shaved, so with a slight spread of my legs, "yes, it's hard for you."
"Play with it, like my tongue does. Make circles around it, then go back and forth across it." I kept an ear out for the patio door opening, and did as he said. My juices started flowing, and I was floating.
"Rub it faster, like I'm rubbing my dick. Faster."
I rubbed faster, and within a minute we both groaned in sweet release."
"Thank you, baby," he said after catching his breath.
I licked my fingers, "Thank you."
"I love you."
