Sometimes I feel like I have a split personality. I suppose everyone
does to a certain point. It reminds me of the cartoon of a devil on one
shoulder and an angel on the other. The devil today was filling my head
with all the self doubt it could muster.
The angel was pointing out that I can do this. I know the material. All
I have to do is relax and the answers will come to me. If only the
hallway wasn't so gloomy and depressing. It must be the lighting in
here. With no windows it was starting to make me feel claustrophobic.
Not that the prospect of taking this test wasn't depressing enough. I
paced back and forth. Man, I was nervous. If I passed this test I would
have my license in hand. I jumped at the sound of the pay phone ringing
directly behind me. My heart was beating wildly. I looked around to see
if anyone had been waiting for a call, but everyone was filing back into
the room, so I reached out and answered it.
"Hello," I said.
"Hi there." came a deep, soothing, masculine voice.
"Hi," I answered automatically. I expected that the caller was thinking
he had reached whomever it was he as intending to call, but I was caught
off guard by the richness of his voice.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"I'm about to take my test, like everyone else. " I smiled, still
thinking he was calling for someone in particular in the class.
"Why? Where is this?" he asked.
I laughed then, "You've reached LTC. Who were you calling?" Like it was
any of my business who he was looking for.
"I don't think it matters anymore. I'm aware this is going to sound like
the oldest line in the book, but has anyone ever told you that you have
a very sexy voice?"
I rolled my eyes, because as a matter of fact I had been told that on
several occasions. It had actually become a standing joke at the office
that if you wanted anything done, have Elena call.
"Yes, I have. Has anyone ever told you that YOU have an incredibly sexy
voice?" I asked, still somewhat playing his game. I don't know what
caused me to answer him that way. Must have been my nervousness. The
devil was smiling.
"Yes," he chuckled, "I've been told that a couple of times myself. So,
do you have some time to talk sexy with ME?" he asked.
My jaw must have dropped a couple of inches. I couldn't believe this was
happening. I looked around waiting for someone to jump out and say
"Smile. You're on Candid Camera." But the lobby was totally deserted,
which meant the test was starting. "You've got to be kidding? No, right
now I have to go take my test." Reluctantly I looked at the receiver and
went to hang it in it's cradle. He did have a sexy voice though. The
smooth, low kind. The kind of voice that could be gentle and caress you,
yet still be strong and forceful. I shivered.
He must have known that I was about to hang up, because I barely heard
him say "Wait!"
I looked around again and brought the receiver back to my ear. "I'm
here."
"I really want to talk to you again. Can I call you later? Or if you
want you can call me."
Damn, his voice is sexy, I thought again. He was actually pleading. The
sensible part argued that I couldn't have him call me at my motel room.
That just wasn't safe. If he called me, I would have to tell him not
only what motel I was staying in, but my room number and name. I could
call him on my calling card though. The devil smiled again. All this ran
through my head in a matter of seconds.
I stood there shaking my head. The uncertainty arguing with the
excitement. I couldn't believe that I was actually going to do this.
"All right. Give me a number I can call you at later."
"Great! I'm really looking forward to it." He sounded so happy. He
recited the number, and I wrote it on the corner of a magazine. I ripped
it off, said I had to go and that I'd call him later.
I rushed into the test room and scooted into my seat. I couldn't help
smiling guiltily from ear to ear. This has got to be one of the oddest
things to ever happen to me.
"Where were you?" Chris, my study partner asked.
"Would you believe getting a request for an obscene phone call?" I
quietly giggled.
Her eyes widened in surprise. I shook my head yes to tell her I was
serious and whispered I'd tell her about it later.
I just sat for a minute staring at the test that had been placed before
me. Since the phone call I was a lot more relaxed. I took a couple of
deep calming breaths, and forged on.
Three hours later I was glad to be back at my motel room. I had stopped
after the test to explain what had happened to Chris, but I left out the
part about me calling him back. The first thing I was going to do was
get some ice and crack open a wine cooler. I kicked off my shoes,
grabbed the ice bucket and padded barefoot down the hall. I could hear
someone else was filling their bucket, so I slowed my pace. I wasn't in
the mood for small talk. I glanced up as a man came out of the little
room that housed the vending machines and headed down the hall away from
me. He hadn't even noticed me, but I watched has he retreated. Nice
butt, well built, but not muscle bound. The kind of muscles that come
from hard work. Guess I'm not the only one with this idea. Probably
taking his ice back to his wife who's waiting with the champagne, I
thought. Just my luck. What is the matter with me? My imagination is
working well overtime lately.
I filled the bucket, and returned to my room. I dug around in my bag and
pulled out a couple of candles I had brought along and lit them. The
small digital clock radio provided the calming background music. Now it
was at least a little more like home. It didn't really matter, and it
was just for the night. Tomorrow I'd be back home and back to reality.
I sat on the bed and started undressing. I was both mentally and
physically exhausted. I longed for a hot shower. I finished undressing,
stepped under the fine spray and let the water run over my body. Now
that my test was out of the way I let my mind drift back to the phone
call. In my head I could still hear his deep silky voice. Not too deep,
but just masculine enough to give me goose bumps. I still couldn't
believe it had happened. Who knows, maybe the number he gave me doesn't
even exist. But, he sounded like he was looking forward to me calling.
As the water caressed my shoulders I thought, what kind of weirdo calls
numbers at random, just to talk dirty to them? Is that what he had been
doing? I wondered how many times he had offended someone only to have
the phone slammed down in his ear. I ran the soap over my body. I
wondered how often he wasn't hung up on. I slid the soap around my ample
breasts. I wondered what exactly he'd said to them. I caressed the curve
of my full hips. Obviously it must be worth the possible negative
reaction he would get, if he kept doing it. I lathered the soap between
my thighs. Maybe I was wrong, maybe this was the first time he had done
something like this. I was getting more aroused by the minute. I turned
off the shower and wrapped a towel around myself. I reached into my
purse and pulled out the crumpled piece of paper. I studied the number.
It didn't look like a local toll. I wasn't even sure I would be able to
get the call through because of the motel stuff and I surely didn't need
to end up with the long distance call on the bill I turned into my boss.
I could hear the explanation already "Um, that long distance call. Oh,
that was when I called some guy for phone sex." Yes, that would leave a
lasting impression. I decided I'd use my phone card, and take whatever
the charges were.
Now that the devil had talked me into it, I reached over and dialed the
number, and held my breath.
"It is not necessary to dial a 1 or a...." the recording droned on.
I hung up. Good grief! I was starting to lose my nerve. Maybe that was a
sign. I stood up and the towel almost fell. I even forgot I was only
wearing a towel. I straightened and fastened it. Maybe I should get
dressed. I poured myself more of the wine cooler and then paced. I
tasted the cold fruity flavor and finally I decided what did I have to
lose? If he turns out to be a creep I could always just hang up on him.
I propped the pillows up against the headboard and reached again for the
phone. As I redialed I could feel my heart beating.
He answered it on the first ring. "I thought you might not call."
I chuckled, "I thought I might not either." I found myself nervously
wrapping the phone cord around my finger.
"What made you decide to finally do it?"
"I don't know." I thought about it. "I suppose curiosity."
"Really? About what?"
I could hear the smile in his voice. I wondered what he looked like. "I
know this might be a bit unorthodox of me, but can I ask you a couple of
questions?"
"Anything." he said.
I considered that. What did I wand to know first? "Let's start with what
can I call you?"
"My name is Dean."
"Mine's Elena."
"I think your voice suits your name. They're both sexy." he said in his
own silken voice.
"Flattery will get you everywhere." I warned him laughing. "What or who
were you looking for when you called today?".
"Actually I was making a call for work, but when I heard your voice it
just totally got my attention, and you sounded, well, fun. Something
just took over and I felt like I had to talk to you again. Did you think
that I made a habit of calling strangers?"
"I really didn't know what to think. But I guess I thought you could
have done it intentionally."
"Can I ask you some questions?" he said.
"I guess that's fair."
"Have you ever done anything like this before Elena?"
"No," I quietly answered.
"Where are you now Elena?" I loved the sound of my name rolling off his
tongue.
"I'm in my motel room."
"So am I. Do you spend a lot of nights in lonely motel rooms?"
"No, usually I spend my nights in my lonely home," I laughed. "I'm only
here for the night. Tomorrow it's back to my everyday life."
"Taking a break from reality?"
I paused, remembering my thoughts from earlier. "Something like that I
suppose."
"Everyone's entitled to one now and then. Sometimes it feels good to not
have to live up to the expectations of the rest of the world, and to
just let go. Will you tell me what you look like?"
I momentarily thought about telling him a Barbie description, but in
light of his previous statement, I took a chance. If the guy wasn't
turned on, he could imagine whatever he wanted.
"Well, I'm 5'3", an average build, definitely not skinny, just I suppose
a sort of hourglass figure, or more romantically put, voluptuous. I have
auburn hair, short and wavy, and blue eyes.
"You sound pretty. Is that the truth, or did you just make that up?"
I smiled, inordinately happy that I hadn't lied. "No, it's the truth. If
I were making things up I'd be skinny and have perfect perky breasts!"
"For some reason I believe you, not that it would really matter to me.
Next question, What are you wearing now? Isn't that how the typical
phone sex pick up line is supposed to go?"
"I'll forgive you for that I suppose. Um," I hesitated, "You mean
really?"
"Yes"
Again I could hear the smile. I giggled, sounding like a school girl.
"You're probably not going to believe me, but.....only a towel. I just
got out of a shower." I chuckled again.
"Now that does make my imagination work overtime."
"And what does your imagination tell you?"
"I can see myself sitting on the side of your bed, next to you. Your
hair is still wet. I can see the water droplets on your shoulders. I'd
run my fingers, up your arms, through the wetness, over your shoulders,
and across the tops of your breasts, dipping down between them."
I couldn't help myself. I lifted my hand and followed the trail of
wetness, doing just what he tells me he'd do. Slipping my fingers into
my cleavage and stroking across the tops where my breasts were starting
to spill over the top of the towel.
He continued, "I could see them barely contained in the towel. Then I'd
open the towel. Would you do that for me Elena?"
"Yes." I reached up and grasped the corner of the towel and gave it a
sight tug. The cool air danced over my body, while the change in
temperature was evident by looking at my nipples.
"I'd ply open the towel, leaving you totally exposed to my eyes."
I glanced up and saw my reflection in the mirror across the room.
"Tell me Elena, do you like to masturbate?"
Without hesitation I answered, "Yes." Why I even answered that question
I don't know. It was a bit personal, but for some reason I didn't care.
It wasn't that I was a prude. Just that it didn't get brought up in most
conversations, and it felt sort of exciting to talk freely about sex.
Even if it was to this stranger with the alluring voice. Maybe that's
why I did it. The fact that I'd probably never see or talk to this
person again was another selling point.
"What's your opinion of women masturbating?" he asked.
"I think more women do it than admit to doing it." I traced my hand over
my abdomen and dipped it down between my legs and back up again.
"And what's your opinion of men masturbating?"
"I think that watching a man pleasure himself is very erotic. Only he
knows right where he wants to be touched and how he wants to be touched.
But the most exciting part is watching when he actually ejaculates. When
he finally lets go and shoots all over his stomach until the cum runs
down his fist, that is hot."
"Will you touch yourself now for me? I want you to. I want to hear you
and your sexy voice as you tease yourself to an orgasm."
"Only if you will do the same for me."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. I want to know just what you're doing. I want you to tell me each
and every detail." I could hear him moving.
"In that case, hold on." There was a pause on the other side of the
line. "I just removed my shorts and propped up my pillows. I can even
see myself in the mirror on the wall across the room."
"So can I. These motels must all be the same." I chuckled. "Dean, have
you ever done this before?"
"Which part?"
"Any of it. All of it. I'm just curious." But regardless of his answer,
I was getting nervous again. Maybe he'd think I was some sort of freak.
Some sex starved pervert.
"Truth?"
I hesitated. Did I honestly want to know? But the doubt was still there.
"Yes."
"Elena, I've never had a girl admit she masturbates or admit she likes
to watch a guy get off. I've never called anyone including any 900
number girls to talk sexy with. The closest I've come to phone sex was a
conversation over the phone with my ex-wife just after we were
separated. That was seven years ago." He paused. I think he was trying
to judge whether or not I was about to ditch him for his revelations.
"Tell me what happened at that time." I gently prodded.
The audible sound of him releasing the breath he had been holding was
such a turn-on. "All I remember was we were strolling down memory lane
when one thing lead to another and we began talking about some of the
better sex times. Just talking about it was getting me hard, and I told
her so. The next think I knew I was stroking myself off while she told
me in graphic detail what she would have done to me had we still been
together."
The image of him stroking his hand up and down on himself while on the
phone, just as he was now, made my heart skip a beat. "Thank you."
"For what? I haven't done anything, yet."
"For being honest with me." Absently I was playing with my nipples. They
puckered and stiffened. I flicked them and pinched them slightly. I wet
my finger and slid it over the sensitive tip. "Are you comfortable?" I
asked. I watched as my reflection grin wickedly. The devil was working
overtime.
"As comfortable as you can get in a motel room decorated in mauve."
I looked around my own room. "It must be the universal color for motels
now. That and country blue and sage green." I noticed the strong hand of
mauve strung throughout my own room.
"Elena, do you have a significant other?"
"Would it matter?"
He didn't answer immediately. "I guess not. It's really none of my
business."
"No."
"No, what? That it's none of my business, that it shouldn't matter, or
that you don't have a significant other?"
I laughed, "I don't have a husband lurking in the background, or a
steady boyfriend. If I did I wouldn't be in this motel room alone, and I
most likely wouldn't even be on the phone with you."
"I'm glad. I mean, like I said, it really isn't any of my business, but
I feel better knowing for some reason that your not doing something
behind someone's back. What is it about you Elena, that makes me care? I
don't even know you. I think it was something more than your voice that
reached out to me this afternoon"
"Well, I don't know what I expected I was getting myself into when I
called you. It's hard to explain. I was really nervous before I called
you. At first when I dialed the number I got a recording about area
codes and I almost didn't have the nerve to radial. But I did, and I'm
glad I did." I said.
"That's because I gave you my cell phone number. I didn't want to miss
your call if I was out of my room."
I felt the thrill tingle through me. "It mattered that much to you that
I called?"
"Like I said, you struck a chord when we talked this afternoon. Speaking
of this afternoon, how did your test go?"
"I think it went okay. I won't know for a while what the results are. I
have a good feeling about it. You didn't make it any easier though."
"I'm really sorry about that. Were you thinking about me?" I could hear
his smile again.
"Yes, I'm sure that was part of it. Did you ever try concentrating when
in the back of your head you're thinking of a sexy voice you just met?"
"I'm afraid I do now. I was trying to concentrate on a proposal I had to
do this afternoon. As much as I wanted my phone to ring, I was terrified
it was going to ring in the middle of it and I'd have to put you off and
then I'd be taking the chance of losing you again."
I hadn't even considered what he had been doing that afternoon. For some
reason I was liking the idea of him thinking about me after our call.
"Do you realize this conversation is nothing like your stereotypical
obscene phone call? At least not what I imagined it to be," he said.
"What do you imagine it to be like?"
"I suppose I expected it to be right to the point. And all sex. Maybe
because on a 900 number you're charged by the minute." He chuckled.
"I've learned so much more about you than I ever expected, and I don't
mind it one bit." He paused then. "Elena, tell me one of your fantasies.
Tell me about something you've always wanted to do, but you never had
the opportunity to do."
"Hmmm... I'll have to think about that a little. I guess I've always
been an outdoors kind of girl, and I'd like to have sex outside."
"You mean like in your back yard or in a more exotic location?"
"Well, I do have one fantasy along the outdoors lines. I guess it sort
of came to me in a dream."
"Tell me about it"
"You're probably going to think it's weird."
"No, Elena, I'm not. Matter of fact I'm already getting hard just
thinking about it."
I shivered. "All right. It starts with me asking the man if he slept
well."
"I knew he didn't because I could feel it when he held me. I hoped he
didn't mind, but I'd made plans for us. Special plans. 'Please put on
the blindfold.' I'm not going to tell him where we are going yet. 'Just
trust me,' I told him. I would never do anything to hurt him or
embarrass him. He should know that by now. 'We've both been working way
to hard and I think we could use a little relaxation. I've made all the
arrangements.' I asked him to come into my arms. To let me hold him. I
want to kiss away all the tension. He always tastes so good to me. His
tongue swirling around my mouth, dancing with my own. He presses his
already firming cock against me. With my tongue, I simulate what I want
him to do to me. But not until I'm ready. 'Hold my hand and follow me.
Trust me.' I told him."
"The ride isn't that long. 'Leave the blindfold on for now,' I say. I
want to kiss him again. To run my tongue along his jaw line and down his
neck. I reach for that now very prominent bulge in his pants. Leaning
over I kiss it, love it through the material. I can feel him tense."
"Where are we?" he asks.
"A safe place. You'll soon see."
"I get out first, grab a backpack out of the back seat, and come around
the car to let him out. When he is out of the vehicle, standing there
waiting for me to tell him to take off the blindfold, I just watch him.
I can see his body start to relax. He still doesn't totally trust me,
but drawing on the senses that he still possesses, he notices different
things. The sounds are peaceful. There is a slight breeze. The wind is
gently blowing causing the leaves to rustle between the many branches.
He can hear the birds. Chirping, singing, calling the alarm that we are
in their space. Water can be heard crashing and rushing somewhere off in
the distance. The air smells clean, like pine needles and fresh dirt.
"We're almost there. Hold onto me and I'll guide you. I'll go slow. I've
brought you to one of my favorite places. Can you hear the sound of the
water getting louder?" I ask.
"We slowly and carefully travel down the path to the edge of the walking
bridge. 'Stop here. This is one place where you can appreciate where we
are. Take off the blindfold,' I order.
"I watch his reaction as his eyes adjust and the beauty spreads beyond
him. 'What do you think? It's called Laura's Falls.' I take his hand.
'Come onto the bridge with me.'
"We stop in the middle and he wraps his hands around me and we both
stand there drinking in the wonder of it all. 'From up here you can see
for what seems like miles along this river, and the whole thing is made
up of small waterfalls and rapids. But there is one area I enjoy the
most.' I pull him along. 'Follow me along the footpath.'
"We stop. 'We're almost there. Are you ready?' I ask. I hope he likes
it. 'Step through the trees and into the clearing.' I hold my breath
until I can tell by the look in his eyes that he appreciates it as much
as I do. He reaches out for my hand. This small sandy beach surrounded
by the pine trees and the huge boulders on all three other sides, makes
the perfect hide-a-way. The beach leads to a small alcove where the
river ponds slightly, creating a natural sunny pool. I tell him that
I've never brought anybody here before. He asks how I found out about it
and I laugh. 'No, my smile is not giving anything away. I tailed my
older brother one afternoon when he and his girlfriend went out. And no,
I didn't stay to watch them, but I have come back here on many occasions
to relax and to catch some rays. Nobody ever comes up here so I never
bother with the swim suit. Have you noticed any pesky tan lines on my
body?' I ask him. 'Maybe you better take a closer look, and I mean a
real closer look,' I suggest.
"He removes my T-shirt. He opens the snap, and then almost painfully
slow he unzips the zipper on my shorts. He slips his fingers in. I ask
him if he can feel how damp I already am. He tugs them down all the way
and he dips his fingers into me again."
In reality I did the same to myself again, spreading my legs even
further. I could see the light glistening off the moisture already on my
lips in the mirror across the room. A slight moan escaped.
Dean cleared his throat, "Are you actually doing it?"
"Yes and I'm playing with my nipples with the other hand. I apologize in
advance if I drop the phone." I paused, listening to his movement on the
other end of the phone and the changes in his breathing. "Dean, are you
getting harder?"
"Yes. I'm slowly stroking myself. I wish you were here to see it. Please
continue."
"I tell him how it feels so wonderful. He lets me lick his fingers,
sucking my juices off his digits, sliding them in and out of my mouth."
"Do you want to hear what that sounded like?" I asked but didn't wait
for an answer. I brought my fingers to my mouth. I inhaled deeply and
loudly through my nose. The scent of my juices filling my senses. I
moaned again and then snaked my tongue out, tentatively tasting my
wetness. I start at my hand and loudly licked my my way to the very tips
of my fingers and then consumed them in my mouth. Sucking and stroking
them in and out as I had in the dream. "Where else would you like my
tongue?" I teasingly ask him. His quiet groan told me he was hearing
just what I wanted him to hear.
I continued. "As the midday sun beats down on my naked body I decide he
is way over dressed. Slowly I remove his clothing. I touch him
everywhere. Working my way up his body. Starting at his calves and
moving up to his thighs and hips. My hands stroke over his stomach and
then back around to his buttocks. I love the nice full ass. I continue
up his back feeling the muscles and they ripple under my touch, and then
back to his chest, and then up to his shoulders. My breasts gently press
against him. 'Feel better?' I ask. I reach into the backpack and bring
out the blanket and sun screen. I know there are certain parts of his
anatomy that I wouldn't want to get sunburned.
"To be on the safe side I ask him to put some sun screen on me. 'Do my
back first.' He spreads the lotion around. Down my back, over my ass,
and sliding his hands along my legs."
I roll over onto my stomach and trace my hands over my backside. I look
over my shoulder and can see myself in the mirror reflecting the view
from the dream. His hands sliding between my cheeks, cupping them,
kneading the lotion into them. I moan into the phone. "Yes, that would
feel good."
"I tell him that he better do the front before I get too relaxed, or
turned on. Before he can put on the sun screen though he stops to give
my nipples a little extra attention."
"Yes, Elena, do it to yourself," Dean encouraged.
I raised to my knees, spreading my legs wide and turned until I could
see myself in the mirror again. I pinched and twisted my nipples,
massaging my breasts. I cupped my left breast in my hand and pulled it
up to my mouth. My tongue flicked out over the sensitive tip. I knew he
heard my muffled sigh.
"I love it when he licks and teases my nipples until the peaks are hard.
I tell him to suck them in his mouth . Mmmmmmm, I think he'd better stop
for a little bit. He doesn't have any sun screen on. Let me do his back
first. I pour the creamy liquid onto his back. His muscles are still
very tight. As I work the knots out of his back and shoulders I suspect
other muscles have tightened. 'Front next,' I say.
"He rolls over and I see that I'm not disappointed. God, he has a
beautiful body. It's not the breeze that makes me shiver. I can't help
but think about all the things he has done to me. All the sensations
that he has made me feel with even the slightest of touches. The way he
looks at me with desire in his eyes. I know he wants me. Probably almost
as much as I want him. I bend over and flatly licked my tongue over his
nipple."
"Dean, do you like to have your nipples played with?"
"Yes. My ex-wife never understood that. She said it was a woman thing
and that guys shouldn't feel that way. If you were with me would you
play with my nipples?"
"Yes, I'd take them in my mouth and lick them. I'd nip them and suck
them. I'd cover your chest with kisses, licking and tasting you."
"God, Elena you are hot! Keep going, I'm getting so turned on."
"Then I'd cup and massage his balls with one hand while I stroked him
with the other. But I want something else. I want to see him stroking
himself. I'd ask him, 'Do you think that when I'm out here by myself I
don't take advantage of the natural beauty and seclusion?' I'd want to
see him do it too. I just want to lie here for a little while and watch.
He should have known I'd ask him to do it sooner or later. Now's the
perfect time. I want him to stroke himself as I watch until just before
he's going to come. Then I want him to back down."
"Tell me what you're doing Dean."
"You know I'm stroking myself. Giving myself long slow pulls. There's a
large drop of pre-cum seeping out and I'm spreading that around on the
head. It's so sensitive. It feels so good. I'm stroking it some more. A
bit faster. My cock is getting thicker, and harder. Tell me more."
I could hear his breath catching. "Do you mind if I play with myself a
little?"
"Mind? No, please do. I want to hear this while you bring yourself to
the edge. Just keep telling me."
"All right."
"I tell him that I don't want to come while I masturbate in front of
him. Not this time. Not our first time sharing this special place.
Another time we can come back and enjoy the natural treasures here, but
for now I just want to see him brining himself pleasure. I love to watch
the emotions cross his face...surprise, apprehension, acceptance,
excitement, intense pleasure, then pain.
"I want to remove that look of pain and replace it with a look of pure
ecstasy. I tell him to sit up so that I can straddle him. I need to be
close to him. I want to feel his very hard cock slowly easing into me. I
slowly sink down, inch by inch. I tighten my pussy muscles. Releasing
and tightening. Milking him with my pussy."
I rise up and mimic what I'm doing in the dream. "Can you feel it Dean?"
I slid my fingers into my pussy. Stroking them in and out. Tightening my
pussy muscles around them. My fingers played with my clit. I was wet
everywhere. "God, Dean, you should feel me."
"Elena, I'm so close to coming." he breathed.
"I can feel his cock pressing against my g-spot and its really getting
me hot."
I stroked myself with my fingers, reaching in as far as I could and
rocking my hand in and out. My other hand played over my clit. I pulled
one slippery finger out of my pussy and slid it back and forth between
my ass cheeks.
"I move up just a little, and then back down. Squeezing, relaxing, and
tightening again. I don't think I can take it anymore. I want to wrap my
legs around him. Pull him closer. I tell him to suck my nipples into his
mouth. To bite them gently. To rock me back and forth on his cock.
Faster and faster. I can feel my orgasm building. I want to feel him
come with me."
Between the telling of my story and my excitement I was having a hard
time catching my breath. "Dean, I want you to come with me. I'm so
close."
"Okay, baby. I'm with you."
I watch my fingers and they play in my pussy as it reflects in the
mirror. "I tell him to look at me. To open his eyes and watch me as I
come. To trust me."
"Yes. Oh God, Elena, I can't believe this. Ahhhhhh." The primal grunts
and groans I heard on the other end of the line told me that Dean was
coming.
As I listened to his orgasm, my fingers finished the dance over my clit.
One hand sliding in and out of my dripping pussy, stroking the fires,
and pushing myself to the orgasm I knew I couldn't deny. I moaned, "Oh,
Dean, it feels so good. I'm coming. Oh, yes!" I whispered.
And then there was only the breathing. Him on one end, and I on the
other. Both of us struggling for air.
"Thank you." finally he said. "Did you feel it? That special connection
between us?"
"Yes." I whispered again. It had felt so wonderful. Like he had been
there with me, and the reality that he wasn't actually there started to
break through.
"I don't want this to end this way," he said. "I know you don't know me,
and I have no right to ask you for this, but can I see you some time
soon. I'm not ready to just walk away."
I thought about it. I had just done something with a complete stranger
that I probably would never be able to tell another soul about. Who
would ever believe that proper Elena would do something like what just
happened? "I don't know," I hesitated.
"Think about it, please?" he pleaded. "Call again tomorrow morning
before you leave. Either way, OK?"
"All right." I conceded, but the guilt was setting in. "Good night, and
sleep well."
"Dream of me Elena. I'll be waiting to hear from you tomorrow morning.
Good night."
I hung up the phone, turned out the lights, and climbed under the
blankets. I was suddenly cold and felt desperately alone. I lay there
awake for quite a while. How could I be considering calling him
tomorrow. To be thinking about starting a relationship with a complete
stranger was crazy. He knew nothing about me. I didn't even know what he
looked liked. He most probably thinks I'm one hell of a slut to do what
I did. The angel won and I wouldn't be calling him. Finally I fell
asleep.
Dreams are funny things. Not always welcome doorways into our souls.
When you most want to push something from your thoughts, your dreams
will bring them back to haunt you.
As I drifted between the different levels of sleep, I dreamt of October.
I was walking in a maze of dried corn stalks. I dreamt of milkweed pods
bursting open. Their wispy seeds floating away with the hope of finding
a better life. I dreamt of laughter, togetherness, of arms wrapped
around me, holding me tight, and of kisses dripped at the base of my
neck.
I awoke more confused than before, wondering where that bit of
philosophical musing had come from. I sat on the edge of the bed and
shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts. The angel of sensibility
told me I had let the devil of lust mar my judgment the night before,
but today I should see how inappropriate and impossible the whole
situation with Dean was. Then the devil spoke up pointing out that sex
is perfectly natural and I should enjoy life more. Besides that, think
about the feeling of the dream.
But in the end the angel won out and I packed my bags, putting the whole
situation behind me.
I dressed and went down to the front desk to check out. I wanted to make
sure there were no hidden phone charges I was skipping out on. I handed
over my room key to the clerk. "Could you check for any additional phone
call charges for my room?" I inquired.
"Sure," he said. "What name and room?"
"Elena Carter, room 1134."
The clerk returned, looking up and past me he smiled at someone who had
a minute ago stepped behind me. "No, Ms. Carter. There are no additional
charges."
"Thank you." I said, and I turned to leave. But the man directly behind
me didn't move.
I kept my eyes lowered and was about to try to step around him when
behind me I heard the clerk say "Well Dean, how was your stay this
time?"
I froze. Slowly my eyes rose drinking in the body. The body I'd seen
before, but only from behind. I knew it immediately.
"This trip has brought me a few wonderful and curious surprises." The
voice. His voice. I closed my eyes. I couldn't look at his eyes. My face
felt hot, and I suddenly felt very ashamed. His hands gently gripped me
by the shoulders.
"Everything seems to be in order. If you ever need anything just give us
a call. See you next month?"
"I'm not sure Johnny. I might have a slight change in plans." To me he
spoke softly, "Elena, would you please look at me?"
I did then. He was tentatively smiling. The wrinkles by his kind eyes
had been the eyes of a dream. Almost loving, yet confused.
"Can I talk to you?"
I took a deep breath. "Yes." I whispered and he took my hand and lead me
down the hall to what appeared to be a very small conference or meeting
room with a love seat, flanked by two chairs. It reminded me of a
regular room without the bed. He sat me down in one of the chairs, and
clasped both my hands in his. He sat on the coffee table. I watched our
hands.
"Elena, why didn't you call? Not enough curiosity today?" he prodded.
We both remembered my comment from the night before. While I knew his
question was meant to provoke me, I didn't want him to have the wrong
impression. I pulled my hands free of his distracting fingers, stood,
and walked to the window. Initially I just stared while I gathered my
thoughts. I did owe him an explanation.
I turned and faced him. "Dean, there are a lot of things that I didn't
tell you about me. Some of those things aren't quite as obvious as the
one standing in front of you. I'm not a skinny, beautiful, sex starved
bimbo. I guess I was a little more forward last night because you
couldn't see me. Had I been standing next to you I never would have had
the nerve to tell you all those things about me, and besides that, you
probably wouldn't even have noticed me standing there."
"Elena, when I asked you last night to call me today, I just wanted to
meet you. I didn't ask you to run away with me."
I turned away and smiled sadly to myself. How ironic, I thought. I
actually liked that idea. But I was too much of a realist to know that
fairy tales come true.
"And what do you mean the obvious one stand in front of me? You told me
what you looked like last night, and I told you then that it didn't
matter." He paused. I could feel his eyes studying me. I squared my
shoulders and hugged my arms protectively around myself. "But it does
matter to you. And someone else told you it mattered." He stood then,
walked up behind me, wrapped his arms around me and held me. My heart
tightened with a crazy mixture of hope and fear.
His lips were close to my ear, and his silky voice whispered to me.
"Elena, you are a beautiful, sexy woman. I see it in more ways than you
ever will, and I've just met you. I felt it right from the beginning.
When I heard that first "Hello." Elena, give me a chance to prove it.
Let me get to know you. Who knows what our future could hold? Just give
us a chance." And he kissed the nape of my neck.
Who was this man? This man who's voice caressed me, who's touch was
igniting me. The devil and angel spoke together. "Maybe it's time to
take the chance."
The End
I hope you enjoyed, and I appreciate any comments you'd care to send my
way. – Katie
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