Carol and Tom were perfect together, or so it seemed. They had met three years ago after Tom dialed a wrong number and reached Carol. Starting out as just two voices talking late one night, their mistaken meeting soon developed into something more. They exchanged phone numbers and their conversations became a nightly ritual, a time they both looked forward to.
It wasn't long before they felt as though they really knew each other. Sharing every aspect of their lives, even the intimate details. Although they had never met and really didn't have any idea what each other looked like, their conversations became quite sexual at times. It was no secret they both enjoyed sex immensely and were very open about trying new and different things. Since neither of them were involved in a relationship, these conversations became their only source of sexual release. Hearing each others sounds of pleasure was very much a turnon to them both.
The very first time this happened was completely unexpected for Tom, but also very enjoyable. The conversation was going as usual, just sharing their days and talking about the things that had went on when it happened. Tom yawned and something about the sounds he made triggered an idea in Carols mind.
"Mmmmm Tom . . . you shouldn't make noises like that without me," Carol teased as many different thoughts of being with Tom ran through her mind.
Not sure what she was talking about Tom asked, "And what noises would you be speaking of?"
Carol blushed a little even though she was alone as she replied, "Well, those soft, low growling moans you made just now. I have to admit they made me think of being with you and causing you to make those sounds myself."
With this response Tom slid down a little further in his bed, resting his head on his pillow with his back flat against the mattress. "Well let's say you were here with me now. I'm lying on my bed with just my boxers on and there's plenty of room for you here with me. Tell me, just how would you go about causing me to make such noises?", Tom teased back, his cock already acknowledging his thoughts.
Treading on new ground, Carol's mind reeled with the many different possibilities. She had participated in phone sex before but never with anyone that meant anything to her. She was nervous but in a good way, in a way that made her tingle inside like never before. So she settled down in bed and tried to relax. She closed her eyes and put herself there with Tom.
She began . . . "I'd walk into your room, wearing this T-shirt I sleep in and a pair of panties. I stop at the doorway and just stare into your eyes, not saying a word. You know why I'm there . . . you can see it on my face. I want you Tom, in a way that I've never wanted anyone before. I reach down and pull my T-shirt up over my head . . . holding it in front of my breasts for a few seconds before dropping it to the floor. Then I take my hands up to my full breasts and caress them gently, squeezing them and softly pinching my nipples before sliding my hands down my sides and over my flat stomach. The whole time I'm doing this, I'm still staring into your eyes, watching your face as you witness my arousal."
"Ohhh baby," Tom whispered, "I'd so love to watch you doing this for me. I wish you were here right now."
Pleased with his response, she again closes her eyes and continues her seductive descriptions. "My hands continue their pleasurable journey, moving down along my hips to my thighs and then moving between my legs. My left hand moves back up to left breast as my right hand slowly comes to rest on my pussy, then moves deeper between my legs . . . lightly teasing the lips, tracing along the opening."
Tom can barely believe how turned on he's getting just from hearing words. He had never experienced anything like this before and couldn't understand just what kind of hold she had over him. Whatever it was, he was loving it and so was his cock. He didn't even realize his hand had slid into his boxers until he looked down and saw his hand wrapped around his cock. Imagining Carol there with him, stripping in front of him had made him so hard and so damned horny.
"Damn girl, am I gonna have to come get you? You're making me hard as hell over here." Tom groaned as he gave his cock one last squeeze before sliding his hand from his boxers. He couldn't believe he was on the verge of masturbating while on the phone.
Carol noticed a slight change in his voice to a lower, huskier tone filled with a burning sexual desire. She loved the sound of his voice, but this difference was definitely something she could listen to forever.
