Though, man, it was not as easy as she expected to actually do it. For a start, it had been a while. In fact, she couldn’t quite remember the last time she’d had the urge to masturbate at all. She was rusty, and it showed.
But it was the shaking that really slowed her down.
It was so bad, by this point, that she could hardly get her panties down. Twice she almost dropped the phone, as she shoved and worked them down her legs. And when she finally managed, she couldn’t just touch herself.
She had to steady her right hand with her left, as she eased her fingers through her slippery folds. She had to be careful, oh so careful.
But lord, when she finally found her swollen clit…
It was so good she couldn’t stop her sigh of delight.
Not that he minded in the least.
“Now tell me, are you slick?” he asked.
As if he really wanted to know.
“Fuck, yes. Yes. Insanely so.”
“Insanely isn’t really a good descriptor.”
“Ohhhh, Jesus you want to know more?”
“To be honest, I would have thought that was a given.”
“It is. But hearing you pretty much ask for details…” she said, then couldn’t do anything but trail off into a moan. The pleasure was too intense to keep doing things likeform wordsandthink about things rationally. There was just her gloriously slick pussy and the amazing feeling of her clit swelling beneath her fingertips, and then, oh then…
She was going to come. She was going to comethat fast.
Months of nothing and she was just there that easy.
And, oh god, it was so good. It was impossibly, unbelievably good. It arced through her in a way she couldn’t ever remember it being, hard enough that it made her actually buck on the bed. It made her sob with joy and relief against her arm, so loud she knew he would hear it. She knew he would hear everything she said too—all the filthy things that poured out of her in the moment, likeI wantandto comeandall over your cock.
Though, she couldn’t care about that. Shedidn’tcare about that.
Or at least, she didn’t until she was deep into the aftermath.
Then she realized with a jolt:shemight have just experienced some kind of sexual renaissance. But while she was doing that,hehad gone quiet.
Terribly, ominously, deathly quiet.
And that only meant one thing.
“Okay, I know I went way too far then but please, pleasedo not hang up on me,” she babbled, the second the idea that he was about to occurred. She even thought she heard the disconnect sound, in her still dazed and discombobulated state.
Then she heard him, she heard him.
Sweet as anything. Sweeter even than her orgasm.
1“I had no intention of hanging up on you, honey. Not now. Not after that.”
“Does that…does that mean youlikedhearing me say those things?”
“At the very least, I know how strong your affection for me is.”
“Think you could probably call it a little more than affection.”
“Well, I was going to go with lust but that kind of edged into bragging.”
