I click off my computer and straight away dial your number. When you answer, there's some uncertainty in your voice.
"You're wet for me already, aren't you Tana?"
You have to admit that yes, you are.
"It's alright to be wet for another woman."
You give a tiny, cute little giggle.
"Tell me what you have on right now. Probably a gown and panties?"
"Yes."
My voice is very low, soothing. It's so strange to hear this tone from female vocal chords. Exciting, scary. I whisper, "Are they the cotton kind that soaks up the wetness and stays damp all day or the nylon kind that gets all slippery and shiny?"
"The cotton kind," you answer, your voice also a bare whisper, still unsure of this new situation.
"Touch the fabric and tell me how wet it is."
Your panties are beginning to soak through. Something so new and tabooβ¦
"Take them off, sweetheart," I tell you. "Pull them off and then lie back on your bed. Get comfortable for me. Open your knees very wide."
You do as you are told, knowing that I expect nothing less.
"Now close your eyes, Tana. Concentrate on only my voice. Shut out all other thoughts except what I tell you."
Very quietly, you whisper, "Okay."
"Feel me there in the room with you. I'm lying down on the bed between your legs. You can feel the bed sink down, you can feel my breath on your inner thigh. I'm examining your pussy.
I hear an intake of breath. You can feel me⦠knowing that I'm staring at your most intimate place.
"You are open just for me, aren't you, Tana?" "I see your lips swelling up," I tell you. The blood is causing them to be so soft and puffy. I see you getting wet, little drops of clear glistening fluid forming. I see your little clit growing into a hard pebble, peeking out from its hood.
"No you feel my fingers brush lightly over your downy hair, tickling it, caressing your. I drag my fingertips over the outside of the lips, across your thighs, down to the swell of your ass. Not invading you, but soothing you.