I am out at a dance club with some girlfriends. My friends and I get together once a month. I've danced with several men tonight but nothing serious. Unlike my friends, I'm not trolling for men tonight. I'm involved with the most wonderful man whom I love and who loves me in return. Not to mention the sex is unbelievable!
On one of my trips to the ladies' room, I pull my cell phone from my purse and dial your number.
"Hello?" you say, sounding as though I've just woken you.
"Guess who?" I say seductively. "Did I wake you?"
"I fell asleep watching the game," you answer. "You okay?"
"I'm fine," I answer. "Actually, I want to go home and none of the girls are ready to leave yet."
"Why didn't you drive?" you ask.
"My car's in the shop, remember?" I answer. "You dropped me at work this morning."
"I did?" I know that you remember taking me to work but I decide to play along with you.
Lowering my voice, I say, "Remember, you had your hand in my pants for most of the drive, fucking me hard with your fingers?" Warmth floods my belly as I recall cumming hard several times on the way to work. My panties are becoming damp as I remember wearing my panties at work, knowing they had my juices on them and how they'd gotten that way in the first place.
"Oh, that's right," you tell me. "Seems to me that after you came for about the third or fourth time, you reached across the seat and freed my hard cock from my pants before using that very talented mouth of yours."
"Yes," I say, as the memory floods my brain. I leaned over and took the head of your cock into my mouth, running my tongue up and down the length of you before consuming your entire length. I sucked and licked you as you pushed your cock deeper into my mouth, fucking my mouth until you came.
My pussy is aching. Spreading my legs, I lift my skirt and slide my hand into my panties. I start to stroke my wet pussy. I moan into the phone as I rub my swollen clit.
"Sounds like you're all worked up," you chuckle. "Please come and get me," I say. "I need to be with you." I continue to stroke myself.
"I want you to do me a favour," you say, lowering your voice.
"What?" I ask. I am so horny right now.
"Put two fingers inside your hole and fuck yourself like I do," you say. I insert two fingers into my wet puss and begin to move them in and out. I moan softly as my fingers slide in and out, making a quiet slurping sound as they do. "Are you fucking yourself?"
"Yes," I answer. "I wish it were you that was fucking me right now though."
"Close your eyes," you instruct. I do. "Now, listen to me. Imagine me right there beside you. My fingers are plunging in and out of your pussy. Pulling out completely and thrusting back in hard." I pull my fingers out completely and plunging them back in, gasping at the sensation.
"Mmmmm," I moan as I begin to finger myself harder and faster.
"I've removed my fingers and now I'm pounding your mound from behind with my rock hard cock," you tell me. "I've pulled the lid of the toilet seat down and bent you forward over it. You're holding onto the bar behind the toilet as I fuck you hard. Faster, harder while you grind your hips against me. Listen to our gasps and the sound of my tight balls against your fine ass. Stroking your clit. Rubbing it. Circling it. Pulling you against me to thrust deeper into your love box. I am merciless as I fuck you. We both know you're going to be sore and probably a little bruised tomorrow from my vigorous assault. You beg me not to stop."
I begin to circle my clit with my thumb as I get closer to cumming. My breath is coming in gasps now. You're breathing heavy on your end of the phone and I know you're stroking yourself, pretending it is my hand sliding up and down your hard length.
"Don't stop," I say hoarsely. "Please, don't stop. Make me cum."