She had fucked him once. It was a grasping, clutching, heated fuck that was over much too quickly, but the gigantic orgasm had gone on and on. She had never forgotten that fuck, but had never been able to put aside the guilt, either. She had cheated with him. There was no excuse for her behavior, but there was a reason. It was chemistry, pure and simple. There was no other reason for her attraction, because the man wasn't attractive. The chemistry had been too much for her to resist and so,when the opportunity to fuck him arose, she did. Then she felt badly. When she remembered his hugely fat cock penetrating her, though, her pussy got wet and her clit swelled and throbbed. It was a problem, especially when he called her out of the blue more than a year after their quick, hot fuck.
This had happened almost a decade in the past, and Lauren is still beautiful. She was beautiful then, too. Thick, shiny, light brown hair. Big, bed-roomy eyes. Lush curves. Full, well-shaped breasts, and a round, plump ass. Best of all, Lauren is richly, deliciously sensual. She loves to fuck. It's no wonder that, despite the fact her one-time lover no longer lived in our town, that he would call her. He had never forgotten her and that single, hot, delicious fuck. Who could? He had gripped his cock and masturbated countless times remembering her, and he wanted her again. Somehow, he wanted to meet her, to taste her, to have her at least one more time.
At first, Lauren put him off. It was impossible. He was hundreds of miles away. More importantly, she had never been able to resolve the guilt she still felt from cheating. Beneath it all, though, the knowledge that he still wanted her gave her a tingling sensation. The memory, too, of the chemical reaction that had led to that scalding, furtive encounter made her nipples hard and her pussy moist. Meeting him again would almost certainly never happen, but fantasizing about it was unavoidable. Later that night, with her husband at a meeting, she lay naked in her bed and masturbated furiously, imagining another encounter with this man. She rubbed her throbbing, swollen nub and fingered her soaked pussy, writhing as she pictured in her mind what it would be like to fuck him again. She climaxed hard, shuddering on soft, clean sheets. She fell sound asleep.
He started to phone her on a regular basis. While she continued to put him off, with the distance between them there was no way she could actually meet with him, she rarely refused to talk to him. She enjoyed hearing him speak of how desirable she was, how he so frequently masturbated thinking of her, and how desperately he longed to have her again. She laughed at his words, but their effect was undeniable. Finally, one day she admitted to sharing his desire. She even told him that she, too, had been masturbating to fantasies of a new encounter between the two of them. It was at this point they began to try and figure out some way to arrange a meeting, but it certainly appeared to be hopeless.
Lauren hadn't heard from him in several days. In fact, her sexually charged thoughts had begun to fade as real life presented itself starkly before her. Busy at her desk, she reached for the receiver as the telephone rang.
"This is Lauren," she said in a business-like voice.
"I've been thinking about you again," he said.
Lauren was shocked at her body's immediate response. Her breathing instantly became more rapid, her nipples began to stiffen, and there was a tingling rush of excitement between her thighs, "Hello to you, too." She quickly rose from her chair and took a half step, closing the door to her office.
"You are the most delicious woman I've ever been with."
"Am I now?"
She heard him breathing into the phone, and the sounds in the background made her suspect he might be touching himself. That thought only served to increase the excitement she felt. Lauren's pussy was getting wetter.
"God, yes. I think about fucking you all the time."
"Hmmm, I see. How do you get any work done?"
"I jack off. A lot. I'll bet I do it five or six times a day, and I think about your naked body squirming underneath mine, how hot and slick your tight, little pussy feels when I'm fucking you."
He was almost grunting the words he was speaking. Lauren was sure now that, while he was talking to her, he was stroking his cock. She remembered that cock, not overly long, but incredibly thick, fat, and very, very hard. Lauren was throbbing with desire. What she really wanted to do at that moment was to get naked, play with her swollen nipples and rub her swollen pussy, definitely not something she could do at work.
"Are you doing that right now?" she asked.
There was a brief pause, muffled breathing, "Yes."
"I like that," she said.
More muffled noises, more breathing, then, "God, I want to fuck you."
"You're making me very wet."
"Oh, God." The breathing was more frantic.
"I love your cock," she said, "I'd like to kiss it, suck on it and then sit on it."
She heard the grunting expulsion of air from his lungs as he convulsed through his orgasm on the other end of the phone.
"All done?"
Another pause before he answered, "Yeah. Whew."
"You're a bastard. Do you know that?"
"What? Why?"
"Because you came, but you're leaving me sitting here all horny."
"Baby, I'll be happy to help you get off."
"I can't! I'm at work, you shit!"
"Oh. I'm sorry."
"Come on! You called me here, for God's sake! You knew exactly what you were doing. Thanks a lot! How'd you like it if I did that to you, huh?"
"Hmmmm. Would you?"
"Oh, shut up. I have to go."
"I'm going to be thinking about you."
"Yeah, right."
Two days later Lauren was just finishing up an important phone call when her assistant buzzed in.
"Hold on just a minute," she told the person to whom she was speaking.
"No," came the voice from the other end of the line, "We're all done here. I'll let you go."
"Okay, well I'll be talking to you again soon." And she disconnected. She hit the intercom button, "Yes?"
"There's a call for you on line four," her assistant said.
"Who is it?" Lauren asked.
