The Call

She had just gotten out of her bathtub, in which she had been soaking for almost 45 minutes. She felt very relaxed; all the day's stress had seeped out and left her very calm and sleepy. She used some scented bath oil to give her whole body the aroma of lavender. As she toweled herself off she ran her hands over her smooth creamy skin, relishing in the tingling sensations. Her entire body felt vibrant and rejuvenated. She hung the towel up to dry, went through her drawers, and found her favorite oversized T- shirt. It ended just below the cheeks of her ass. She enjoyed wearing it; it was very soft and thin. It made her comfortable on those warm summer evenings. She lay down on the bed to flip thru some channels, and found nothing to her liking. She remembered that she had received an e-mail at work from her friend. She had almost forgotten she had it. She retrieved it from her purse and brought it back to her bedroom to read. She enjoyed reading his fantasy stories, which were arousing, and she imagined often that he were there to read them to her or to act them out. This one was especially interesting because it involved a small group. As she read the story she could feel the familiar tinglings beginning down low in her body. She lay back on her bed and slowly began to gently tease her breast and nipple, pinching softly at first, but applying more pressure as she read. The action of the story was just heating up; she moved her hand lower, over her stomach, and into the soft thicket of hair -- ever closer to her now-moist sex. She was feeling very warm indeed. The story was heating her up!

He wrote what he felt, what he wanted to do to her, and how he wanted her to feel about them joining together. He was very descriptive and left nothing out. She was now past the letter and very aroused. She wanted him to know how this story he wrote had made her feel. She wanted him. He was miles and miles away, but she wanted to share an experience with him.

She called his cell phone and in her sexiest voice began to describe in detail what she was doing to herself. She wanted him to know that because of his story, she was so turned on that she was rubbing herself towards her first orgasm of the night. He made a quick excuse to get out of earshot of whoever was nearby. She didn't care; she loved the thought of teasing him.

When he was able to hear better, he noticed that she sounded breathless and had a raspy, husky tone to her voice. He asked what she was doing. She told him that she had two fingers in her sopping wet bush and that she was all juicy. He heard her softly moan into the phone. He requested that she tell him exactly what she was doing. She went into detail of how she was fingering herself with one hand. The other hand was tugging and pulling at her rock-hard nipples. She told him that she was all wet and juicy. She moved the phone down to her cunt, and he could hear the slushing noises she made as she fingered herself. All the time she was talking to him, he could hear the changes in her breathing, and he imagined her hands gently and not-so-gently satisfying herself. He asked if she had any of her toys nearby. She told him they were in her drawer. She reached into the nightstand and pulled out one of her favorites. It was a long, flexible two-headed dildo. He told her to suck on the end of it as she would him, if he was there. She did as he asked; she was his to command. She sucked on the tip of the plastic cock, thinking of him. Licking the tip with her tongue, she rolled it around in her mouth. She continued to play with her pussy as she sucked on the artificial cock.

He told her to remove it from her mouth and insert it in her cunt. She was breathing hard and shallow now. With one hand, she placed the cock head inside of her wet opening. As he heard her sigh, he could only guess that she was pushing it further into herself. He had, by this time, a tremendous hard-on and had reached inside his pants to play with it himself. He could hear the grunts and moans as she completed her task.

She told him it was in her. He told her to fuck herself with it. She moaned softly, thinking of how much she enjoyed this. Here she was with a hard cock in her creamy pussy, and she heard him on the other end of the phone now. He was also breathing in ragged gasps, telling her to keep fucking herself. Minutes passed, as she gently rocked her bottom to meet her own thrusts. She squealed into the phone that she was coming. He told her to spit in her hand and rub the other end of the dildo, and she did so without question. She spit several times on the free end, till it was shiny with dripping saliva. He told her to put that end to her asshole and put it inside. She had to set the phone down close to her so she could use both hands, but she did as she was told. She now had an end in each hole. She slowly began to slide both ends in and out, building up a smooth pace. She felt filled to the max. He was telling her that this was what he wanted to do to her. He wanted to fuck her tight ass as she fucked herself with her toy. She could hear his grunts now on the other end, matching hers; she was going to come again. She wanted to come with him. So she gyrated her hips to intensify the pleasure. He could here her moans, over and over, calling him by name. Her juices were soaking the bed beneath her.

She was in ecstasy. He told her he was coming, that he couldn't hold back any longer, and she envisioned streams of white milky cum spewing over his hand and dribbling from his hard cockhead. This vision put her over the top. She came again, her body spasming as she couldn't control herself. She was arching her back as she felt her own body shudder through her orgasm. The toy was slowly expelled from her holes. She lay gasping on the bed, breathing deeply. She was fully exhausted from the experience. He told her he loved her and thanked her for sharing this intimacy with him. As she gingerly stroked herself, she said it was all due to his writings. She told him that he would need to begin a new story soon.