19, 2005
Wrong Number
I had an experience a few months back when I got a call from this really hot sounding guy on my cell phone. It was a wrong number but we talked for a few minutes and I was completely turned on. I found myself thinking about him from time since that first call. Something about his flirtatious manner made me fantasize about him. And lo and behold who should call me yesterday but my flirty fantasy guy! I was shocked ~ but in a good way. We talked for a bit, flirted quite dangerously and then when he had positively ascertained that I was truly a phonesex operator, he decided to call me and get bizzy, lol. I found his "nervous innocence" to be quite a turn on and within minutes I was rubbing my clit and fingering my G-spot. My nipples were rigid and tingling. I was thinking like "is there a paramedic in the house?? or even a fireman?" Because I was on fire and felt as though I would need reviving if I kept panting the way I was. I can't divulge too many personal details, but suffice it to say that when we orgasmed in unison, it was a breathtaking experience. I am sure there are those of you out there who've never experienced that connection on the phone who would scoff at my description. But it actually defies description in a way. After we had hung up, I kept thinking about him and the powerful feelings hs call had evoked. I was daydreaming and fantasizing. I got frustrated with work about 1 am and decided to chill out and put a porn DVD in. As the double penetration scenes were playing, I was getting very aroused. My cunt started to twitch and throb. He came into my thoughts and I had a very powerful fantasy about he & I that ended in a mind-blowing orgasm. It wasn't as nice as the earlier climax when we came together, but nice nonetheless. Here it is:
It was a very hot afernoon in Vegas as I was driving to my appointment on the other side of town. The directions I had were quite sketchy and I was sure that if I wasn't lost, I soon would be. My air conditioner was fighting to blow cool air and I was not too happy at all when the car started to sputter and I had to pull off the road at this construction site. I smacked the steering wheel, and got out of the car fuming as I noticed the smoke pouring out from under the hood. I was going to miss the appointment now and I needed a phone. So I looked around me searching for a pay phone but none were in sight. I did see a trailer across the lot and hoped for an office of some sort as I set off towards it. I must have been getting some curious glances because I could hear the catcalls as I climbed the steps to knock on the door of the trailer. As I entered the room, I tried to adjust to the difference in the light and saw there was a man behind a desk. So I walked over with my heels clicking on the tiles and asked to use his phone. I sat down in the chair next to his desk and crossed my legs as I first called the designer I was late for a meeting with. I explained that my car was on the fritz and I was lost and stuck without transport. i was very frustrated and kept crossing and uncrossing my legs. I could see out of the corner of my eye that he was watching me. I finished my call and stood up to dig the number for the auto club out of my purse. I had to ask him where I was so I could direct the auto rescue team there. As he was speaking and I was writing, he asked me to remove my sunglasses. I raised my eyebrow, but complied. I got a little shiver the next time I looked up and he was intensely staring into my eyes. He told me I have beautiful eyes and then finished up with the directions. I sat back down and tried not to squirm under his scrutiny as I called the auto club. I was very frustrated and jumped up to protest when they said it would take an hour to get to me. I sighed and put down the phone, wondering how I would stand the heat for an hour. As if he was reading my mind, he offered for me to wait inside with him. There was almost a spark in the air from the heat & chemistry between us. I sat down on the corner of his desk swinging my leg which caused my skirt to hike up higher over my thigh as we chit chatted. So many simmering thoughts were running through my mind. I stared at his hands and wondered what they would feel like against my skin. I watched his lips while he talked to me and hoped he would kiss me and whisper wild things in my ear with that whiskey voice of his. I wondered if my hunger showed in my eyes and if he was going to make the first move. The tension was building in me...I had to do something. So I moved around to the back of the desk and hopped up on the corner closest to him. I watched him very closely as I propped my foot on his chair and he could easily see my moist panties. At this point, I figured the ball was in his court. He ran his hand up my leg and stroked the inside of my thigh. Then he stood up and kneeled down in front of me. I quivered a little when his tongue flicked out to lick my thigh. And I thought I would pass out when I felt his warm breath through my panties and against my clit ~ omg! It mingled with the moist heat already trapped there and sent me over the edge. I thought I would be prepared when his tongue licked around the elastic of the thong, but I wasn't. The shock of it caused me to grab his hair to keep from falling backwards. At that point, I put my other leg on the chair and spread them wider, giving him full access to my throbbing mound. I thought he would become more frantic like I was. But he was perfectly content to lick and suck right through the fabric. It was hard to believe that he hadn't done anything but lick the edges yet. My moans were getting louder and I felt as though I was gonna cum any second when he stopped and ripped my thong right off. I heard the silk rip and felt a rush of cool air. He just stared at my dripping cunt for a second as I trembled there on the edge of his desk. When he leaned in to lap up my juices, I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming and I let out a wikked moan. I wanted to grab his hair again and this time just grind him all into my pussy. But I leaned back for leverage and bucked my hips up to meet the thrust of his tongue. My undoing came within a couple of minutes as he stuck two fingers in and started rubbing my g-spot while he licked and sucked my clit. I could feel the waves of pleasure washing over me and I threw my head back, closed my eyes and saw stars. I nearly screamed when he stuck a finger in my ass as well! And I knew I was going to squirt all over his tongue as my cunt started clenching his fingers and I peaked right then. When i finished cumming, he stood up and cradled my back as he lifted me up to meet his lips and whispered that he wanted to share the sweetness. And I tasted my pussy on his lips and tongue as he kissed me senseless. He brought one hand around and started teasing my nipple through my tube top and then pulled it down so that he could lower his head and suck it. My cunt started throbbing again with his attentions and I whimpered against his mouth. I wanted his cock inside me so bad! As if he could read my mind, he unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down. I could see how hard he was, straining against his boxers. When he pulled them down too and his cock sprung forth, all I could do was stare. It was so rigid and ready to take me. He lifted me down and turned me around to bend me over the desk. I could not wait to have his cock pounding me. He stroked my hair and then wrapped it around his fist as he pulled my head back to look into his eyes. I could feel the head of his cock rubbing against my lips and tried to back up and make him plunge it in. I wanted it rough...I wanted it fast...I wanted it all. He gently eased his cock in me and started grinding his hips as he just fucked me with the head. I was so wound up that I started cumming again and begging him to fuck me harder. I wanted to be his dirty little slut. I wanted him to ravage my pussy like a whore's. I had no idea I was speaking out loud until he answered me. He told me that I was his little whore and he was about to make me his cum slut. He let go of my hair, grabbed my tits, and slammed his dick into me so hard that I climaxed again. He told me he wanted to make sure I was completely satisfied before he got his own because he was a "giver" and he was about to give me the ride of my life. I loved the ride, don't get me wrong. But I wanted the prize at the end ~ I wanted to feel his load shooting into me and running out onto my thighs. I wanted to be sore in the morning so I could look back on this afternoon and recall the bliss. I was meeting his every thrust when I felt him start to twitch. So I clenched him even harder and released my finale orgasm. We came together so hard that I swore the earth moved. He lifted me and turned me in his arms as we came down together. When I'd caught my breath and fixed my clothes, I realized that the hour was nearly past. I jotted my number down and hoped that he would call to give me an encore.
**The glass dildo I used during this fantasy was NO substitute for my fantasy man, lol. **
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