"Vinny, it's Joe. I've decided to take you up on your offer. I'll be down there next week and will expect to take in at least one Braves game. It should be considerably cooler by then. Get back to me, ok?"
That settled, he set about to put the final cogs in place for his going down to "Hotlanta" to see Trish. He got on his computer and made reservations for the Courtyard near Hartsdale Airport and then over to the Budget website for a car. He clicked on the Mustang convertible and entered the information requested. That all being done, he emailed Trish that he was set and that he'd call her tonight and they could talk then. Since she left New York two weeks ago, they've spoken almost every night. Some nights they rehashed they're recent days together in New York. They were conversations about what they would each do to each other. Some conversations were harsh, but she got his humor as he got hers. They laughed and made fun of each other as well as themselves. But through it all, there was something else going on, the connection made earlier was being solidified. There was a mutual admiration and affection forming between them. There was one discussion they had about their marriages. What they liked and didn't like about them and then the discussions centered around what caused the actual breakups. Surprisingly, they differed greatly. While Trish told about being alone too much and her ex's priorities and where she was on his list. Joey spoke about the frustration of being deeply in debt with a wife who couldn't connect the fact that when a credit card went through the slot in the machine at the store, the bill came in at the end of the month. It wasn't so much that he hated her, it was more that he couldn't get her to understand that if a hundred dollars comes in, you can't spend a hundred and fifty without consequences sooner or later.
But mostly it was laughter and taunts laced with the sexual innuendo and even a few bouts of "phone" to help ease the tension and loneliness of being separated by a thousand miles. It was easy to close his eyes and remember how she felt against him. What she felt like at the end of his finger tips. The sounds she made during foreplay and during lovemaking. He could smell her perfume and her hair. He conjured all this up while she, at the other end, made the very noises he heard in person just a few weeks before.
Trish was no stranger to innuendo and humor, and she had to admit to herself, some of the things that fell out of Joe's mouth often left her both shocked and laughing hysterically. In her raising, she never heard a man talk like him, especially to a woman. So bluntly, and with such appalling vulgarity, that it left her gasping in stunned disbelief and yet, laughing at his simplification of so many ideas into one short, vulgar, and yes, sometimes obscenity filled sentence. She was amazed how he could talk so sweetly and then suddenly, another thought would spin off his tongue with horrifying swiftness and cringing language. She concluded, it wasn't that he was crude or dumb. It was just how he handled things he thought were either needless or stupid. But when things were quiet, and they both felt safe with themselves and with each other, his voice in her phone, in the dark of her bedroom, made her feel loved and excited. She had never felt compelled to touch herself while talking to a man on the phone. It's not that she didn't know where everything was, God knew, she found herself using her fingers and other things on her clit a lot over the last few years. But on one of the calls they talked about their plans for the upcoming visit and Joe started to tell her what he would like to do to her. He talked about licking her so slowly that she, in frustration, would push his head aside and finish herself off. They laughed at that thought, of course, but Trish felt a rush of heat and dampness to her vaginal area. She unconsciously began touching herself through her Victoria Secret panties. They immediately soaked through. As she applied a little more pressure, a slight moan escape her lips. Joe sensed it immediately.
"Trish? Trish! Are you touching yourself?"
"What if I am? Is that a problem?" she whispered into the mouthpiece. "You make me very wet Joe."
"It's funny, because I've had a raging hard on since you said Hello'. So what are we going to do about this?"
"You know Joey, it wouldn't be the first time in the last two weeks I made myself cum thinking about you. But it might be, if you're lucky, the first time you've heard me." she giggled.
"If you knew how many times, since you left me standing at the airport looking like a guy who's pants just fell down, I've scrapped one out thinking of you and what we did when you were here, I think you'd be shocked."
The visual of him rubbing his cock while thinking about her, sent another gush of wetness and heat into her pussy.
"Joe, did you really rub yourself off thinking of me?"
"Absofuckinglutely! What am I supposed to do, feel fucking guilty about it?"
"There's that mouth at work again!" she thought and then laughed.
"Trish, can I tell you something?'
"Sure!"
"I want you to close your eyes and put your head back on the pillow. I want you to raise your knees and slide your panties off, and tell me when you've got that done."
"Joey, I don't think......"
"Don't tell me what you think! Just do what I tell you to!" his voice, suddenly sterner, but not angry.
It made her extremely excited listening to it now. She complied with his request.
"Ok I've done it but I want you to do the same."
"I'm way ahead of you Sweets. Now, I want your knees up and I want you to spread your legs wide open. I want you to take your index finger and just barely touch your pussy lips. " he was whispering now, hoarsely.
"Very slowly honey, I want you to glide over your pussy and imagine that it's my tongue and we're in a hotel room in New York."
Trish couldn't believe the sultriness of his voice, it was pleasing and forceful at the same time.
But it was working , she was soaking wet and the visual that was running in her mind was that of the first night they were together. How gentle and patient he was. And how he took his time with her, which is what she was doing to herself right now. She could feel her face and neck heating up with the passion of the moment.
Joey was running his hand over and around his cock. With each new sound on the other end of the phone his dick twitched and grew more rigid.
"Sweets, I want you use two fingers now and run them down the folds of you pussy without going near your clit. Go right to your opening but don't go in, do you understand me?"
"Yesssssssss" Trish replied.
"I want you to do this for a few minutes, but don't go near your clit or I'll stop talking to you."
Joe listened intently for the results in her vocalization of his directions. Trish did as instructed and uttered a soft "mmmmmmmmmm"
"You're going to be a bad girl aren't you? " no reply was heard over her heavy breathing. She was too lost in the reverie of the moment.
"I said you're going to be a bad girl for me, aren't you!!?? He said again with his voice slightly raised and with feigned anger in it.
"Yes Joe, I am, I'm going to be a very bad girl for you." She heard herself say. But as silly as it sounded to her, it still made her body begin to undulate against her own hand. Joe's cock was stiff and a dribble of pre-cum was spilling down the underside. It's lubricating wonders heightening his own sensation.
"Oh Joe, I miss you so much" Trish was saying through her breathing and moaning.
"I'll be there soon Sweety, and we'll pick up where we left off. Trish... I love you baby"
Those words went in to her ear from the phone headset and straight to her pussy. It seemed that it got immediately more sensitive down there. The pleasure was intense, and hearing him proclaim his love brought her to the next level of ecstasy.
"Trish do you want to touch your clit now?"
"Yessss I do!"
"Ask me to let you!"
"Joe? Can I touch my clit now?"
"Yes, I want you to use two fingers and I want you to rub it very softly at first, but don't let your fingers come off it. Understand me?"
"ohhhhhhh.......yes I do. I'm doing it now Joey." Her senses were on overload, as was Joe's.
"A little bit faster now, and a little more pressure."
"Joe is this making you cum too? Is your cock hard listening to me?"
All he could muster was a "......fuck!" He was nearing completion. He could feel the oncoming orgasm welling up in his balls.
"Trish, I want you to cum with me and I'm almost there so hurry up, I want you to beat up your pussy and cum with me. OK?" He said hoarsely and through gritted teeth.
It had the desired effect on Trish. She began to mercilessly massage her pussy. Applying and taking off the pressure as she needed it. She too, could feel her orgasm approaching. It was going to be a good one too. "A real fucking beaut!" she thought to herself.
Her senses were firing off to the nerve endings and her nerve endings were forcing her ass off the mattress as she increased both the speed and pressure on her pussy. Her face was grimaced as she fought off the orgasm.
"Joe, I'm there.....oh god Joe, I'm ready! Joe please Sweety, let me cum with you."
Joe stroked his cock roughly, working the tip with his fingers and palm. He could feel himself about to lose control, he vision darkening further with each passing second. Trish's ass was now well off the mattress now, and her fingers were working feverishly towards her climax. She too was now there and began to concentrate on trying to hold off her orgasm. She learned that fighting it off often heightened the pleasure.
"Joey...Joey I love you...I'm cuming Joe ....jesus Joe I'm cuming ....it's hard! I'm cuming hard Joe, look what you make me do!"
And with that, her senses exploded with pleasure, her body undulated under her guiding fingers. Joe too, was at the point where if he didn't let it go, it might dissipate and he'd end up with balls of blue.
"Trish I love you! I can't wait to cum with you in person! " His hot ejaculate spurted from the tip of his cock and landed on his stomach and hand. Their breathing was heavy, but you could sense the pleasure and relief they both felt. They gathered themselves and both felt a little sleepy.
"I'll call you in the morning ok?" Joe asked Trish.
"You better you asswipe!" Trish responded.
"Goodnight Trish, I'll talk to you in a few hours and I'll see you in eight and a wake up."
" Night Joe, I love you too."
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