“They were all very big and very good,” you mutter under your
breath, “and seemingly tireless.”

“Hungry?”

You shake your head. “A glass of water would be great, though.”
You gingerly untie your shoelaces and remove your shoes and socks. I go
into the kitchen and return with the water. “From the tap,” I say. “Not
too cold; don’t want your stomach to cramp, dearest.”

“Thanks for thinking of me,” you say, smiling at me. I sit on the
arm of the chair and kiss your sweaty forehead.

“I bet I taste like a salt-lick,” you grouse.

“If I smeared you with butter, I’d take you out to the movies and
eat you while I watched Arnold Schwarzenegger,” I reply, grinning.

“Nah; it’d have to be a Chow Yun-Fat flick for me to really enjoy
it,” you reply, chuckling a little.

“I got a surprise for you,” I say, kneading and massaging your
knotted shoulder muscles under my fingers. “A piping hot bubble bath
awaits you in back.”

“Ooh, that sounds wonderful,” you say, wincing under my
ministrations. “Is is real hot?”

“Real hot.” I stand and pull you to your feet. “Go soak. I’ll
be in there in a bit with more water. Or would you like iced tea?”

“Make it a Shiner Bock.” You shuck your uniform top and wipe your
sweaty chest with it. “I’m goin’ to soak.”

I go back into the kitchen and tidy up, rummaging around the
silverware drawer to find the bottle opener. I crack open a beer and take
it into the back. You’re splayed out in the bathtub when I enter, head
the only thing visible above the soapy froth. “This feels great,” you
say, arching your neck as you stretch the muscles in your body. “I’m glad
you thought of it.”

“Pshaw. I’m boiling the meat off your bones to make stock,” I
retort, handing you your beer. “Your libation, m’lord.”

“Thank you, m’lady.” You take the bottle from me and swig long
and hard, then voice your approval with a hefty burp. “Ah, the pause that
refreshes. Care to join me?”

“Bath or beer?”

“Either.”

I shake my head and perch on the toilet. “Nah; I’ll just sit here
and watch you splash around, my little ducky.”

“Quack quack,” you say, splashing the water and bubbles with your
hand, then burping again. “My musical intestines.”

“Do me a favor,” I say. “Close your eyes and soak, okay?”

You eye me suspiciously. “What are you gonna do?”

“I’m not gonna hurt you, okay? Just close your eyes. This’ll
feel really good.” I take the beer bottle from you and place it on the sink.

“Okay, but I’m warning you.” You sit back, close your eyes. “Any
funny stuff and you _don’t_ get a spanking.”

“Fresh.” I reach for my sponge glove, the one I use when I
shower. “I may not show you my new trick.”

“How’d an old bitch like you learn a new trick?”

“Hush.” I submerge my gloved hand into the semi-scalding water,
getting it wet and soapy. The bubbles are high, almost up to my elbow. I
begin to stroke your stressed body with the glove, cleaning and massaging
your skin. You glow pink and smile.

“Ah! That feels so good, sweetheart,” you whisper, a little catch
in your voice.

“How ’bout this?” I squeeze the sponge around your cock, very
gently, then slowly stroke it. The warm water swirls around your groin.
“You like that?”

“That’s…good,” you moan, your body shifting. I feel your hips
arch upwards under the water; I place the sponge against your waist and
gently push you back down. “Relax,” I say soothingly. “Lie back, okay?”

You recline against the tub; I notice that your breathing is very
irregular now. “Can I continue?” I ask.

“Please,” you say. I continue stroking, smoothing the water and
soap and sponge up and down your shaft, gently around the head, down
around your scrotum. I increase the pressure, grasping you more firmly,
speeding up a little.

“Want me to stop?” I query.

“No, please; no, don’t,” you say quickly. “Please.”

Faster, harder I go, watching the delirious, delicious expressions
cascading over your face. Your arm rises out of the bubbly water and
grasps the side of the tub. You’re breathing hard and your hips are out
of control almost, moving with the motions of my gloved hand. Even
through the thick sponge I can feel the rigid shaft throbbing under my
fingers. I myself am getting all sticky in my panties but I’m too fixated
on your cock to be distracted by it.

Suddenly your body goes rigid under the water and I feel your
penis explode in my hand. Your head arches wildly back and an erotic
groan escapes your lips. Then you relax and slide back under the water
again; your breathing deepens. I take my hand out of the water and remove
the glove. “You like?” I ask.

“Jesus,” is all you can say. I bend down and kiss you gently on
the lips. “I’m going to bed,” I say, flinging the sopping and slightly
sticky glove into the sink. “You can join me when you’re able.”

It might have been the wine. It might have been the dim
light. Or it might have just been my mood. In any case, as I
watched the movie, I gradually realized my breathing had become
shallow and I could almost feel my heart beat beneath my breast.
As the women touched each other and kissed each other and rubbed
their breasts against each other, I became aware of a part of
myself only hinted at before. I found myself wishing I was with
them. That it was my skin being stroked; my lips being kissed.

—-
As you can tell, phone sex is not for anyone with an aversion to
four-letter words. You also have to be extremely comfortable with
masturbation. It also helps if you’re vocal when you climax.
John always tells me how many times he spurts when he comes and then
after a few endearing words and a lot of teasing, we hang up. I would
recommend phone sex to anyone who’s looking for a way to add variety to
their sex life. In fact, I have recommended it.
As I mentioned before, some of my friends are aware of my
relationship with John. The most common question is, how do we keep the sex
from growing stale — after all, we’ve been doing it for almost two years. Well,
there are several ways to vary phone sex. We describe what we’d do in various
positions or acts of sex. For instanced, my sumptuous, very sensual
description of tit-fucking.
“I’ll spread almond oil on your hard, hot cock and then rub it all
over my tits until they glisten. My hard nipples will shine in the
candlelight. You’ll straddle me and press your dick against my chest. I love
how stiff and hot it feels.
“I’ll lift my tits up so that they press against either side of your
cock and you’ll slide it back and forth. It’ll be warm and slick — almost as
good as my pussy. I’ll flick the head of your cock with my tongue as you
thrust forward. Then I’ll press my tits even harder against you and play with
the nipples. When you come you’ll thrust it into my mouth and I’ll suck every
single precious drop from you.
John has also instructed me on how to use my vibrator. There were
interruptions with that one, however. My cat likes the sound of the vibrator,
and he kept nuzzling my chin and purring, knocking the phone off my shoulder.
Then one night when I called John he had just put a porn film on his
VCR. He described the action (a threesome) to me and we both got off. That
gave me the idea of copying one of my favorite porn films, “The Grafenburg
Spot.”
We watched the flick together, John in Chicago and me in New York,
and we had achieved our goal within the first ten minutes of the film.
Because of the distance provided by the telephone, maybe we’re both
more uninhibited than we might usually be. In any case, the relationship has
led me to try other scenarios I previously wasn’t much interested in. One of
those was a threesome. One night — inevitably — there was a woman with him
when I called. John put Cathy (he seems to like girls with cheerleader
names — Debbie, Cindy, Cathy) on his wireless phone. With all three of us
describing the moves or giving orders, I listened intently and avidly while
Jim and Cathy fucked each other passionately and I came feverishly.
Unfortunately, I felt a little lonely afterward since he had someone
there to continue the good times with or cuddle up with after the connection
was broken, whereas I again had an empty bed.
Another first was a threesome on my end. One evening I was at the
apartment of one my closest friends. We had been drinking and talking about
sex, as usual. In a fit of honesty I told her about my relationship with
John. She thought it was great.
We drank a little more and went on watching Paul Newman in some
movie. We kept wishing we had a man with us, and even tried to reach of
couple of men we knew, but without success. Then I hit on the idea of phoning
John. He was all for it. I’m not surprised.
Tina and I sat on her kitchen floor (she had only one phone and it
was in the kitchen). We were naked and drunk and horny. The linoleum was cold
and the room was dark. John’s voice sounded extra resonant and sexier than
ever. After the introduction was made, we giggled and waited for someone to
start something.
Suddenly, Tina leaned over and sucked my nipple, very gently.
“Oh!” I exclaimed.
“What’s the matter?” John asked.
“She’s — oh! She’s sucking on my tit,” I told him.
“Do you like it?”
“Actually, yes. Do you?”
“I love it. If you like it, what’s the problem?”
“I don’t know. I didn’t expect it. I thought we were all just going
to masturbate together.”
“Relax. Enjoy it.”
“Okay.”
“So tell me what she’s doing.”
“She’s got her hand on my pussy. She’s playing with me.”
“Does it feel good?”
“Yes. Very good. Mmmmm..”
“Do you think you’ll come?”
“I always come.”
“Are you horny?”
“I’m always horny.”
“What’s she doing now?”
“She’s licking me. John, I’ve never done this before.”
“How does it feel?”
“It feels good. I wish it were you.”
“Now what’s happening?”
“Tina’s licking my clit and finger-fucking me.. John I’m going to
come now.”
“Now you should reciprocate,” John said.
He listened while I gasped in a paroxysm of pleasure. Tina raised her
head and kissed me on the lips so I could taste my juices.
Tentatively, I reached out and touched her pussy. It was wet and
warm, much like my own. Touching it was strangely familiar, but still I was
unsure of what to do. Under John’s guidance I brought Tina — and him — to
orgasm. And Tina pushed me over the edge once again.
Then we started on the oral stuff. First I stood up while Tina — at
John’s command — parted my pussy lips and licked me up and down. Then she
lay down on the kitchen floor and I straddled her head. We went into a sixty-
nine position with John telling me what to do and listening to the slurp of
Tina’s dripping cunt, which smelled similar to mine — not too strong or fishy
like girls I had stood near in the gym. I made her scream with pleasure so
that John could hear her all the way in Chicago. She went to work on me with
a vengeance and John shot off yet again.
Because the call was getting expensive we hung up and Tina and I sat
on the linoleum, which was wet with sweat and love juices. We were both still
very horny but not much interested in each other alone. John’s aural presence
had been the catalyst, and we were not inspired to proceed without another
man’s presence.
So we went to separate beds satisfied at how bold we had been and yet
not totally satisfied for lack of physical contact with a man.
I wonder if I’ll ever find a New York lover as open and as much of a
friend as John is.
I wonder if John will ever come to New York so that I can finally get
under the covers with him and play submarine captain — you know, up his
periscope.
More than that, I wonder if John and I will have as good a time in
person as we do over the phone. I know that I want to give it a try.

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