This a phone call I received after having a crazy night on the town and a bit too much to drink
"Are you naughty?" the voice on the phone asked as I sat there with my right hand in my panties, fingering my clit. At this point, I could swear that he was reading my mind, but what he asked me to do next convinced me.
"Good, now take off your panties and spread those lovely strong legs of your wide. Imagine me there looking at your wet, hot pussy; the scent of it fills the air with your musky scent. Damn baby, I want to lick your pussy, tasting your nectar as I finger fuck your tight little asshole!"
I dropped the phone as a loud gutter moan escaped from me and quickly reached for it with my left hand as my right was busy rubbing my clit. Putting the phone on speaker after laying it on the bed beside me, I pushed my nightshirt up, exposing my breasts. My nipples were hard and prominent on my breasts mound seeking a mouth or fingers to give them much-needed attention.
"I want you to imagine me sticking cock that is hard and dripping cum into your wet warm little mouth. You can taste my salty dropping as it glides across your tongue and down your throat. Now suck me," he said, his voice hot and demanding in such a way that I would have begged to be allowed to do as he asked.
So with my left hand covered to my wrist with my wetness, my right hand, two of its fingers became his cock. I sucked them in as I let my imagination take over. With sweat running down my face, I began to suck and mess myself as he naughty instructed and described him, imaging what he was doing with his hands, mouth, and cock to me.
"I know you love it when I slide my dick deep in teasing you until you beg me to let you cum."
I couldn't speak, only moan in response. Gone was my drunken state. I was full in to fuck me mode, massaging my right breast and finger fucking myself. His voice and words became the driving force of my orgasm. I was shaking, squirting, and screaming his name as the scent of sex and sweat perfumed the air. Then like an echo, I heard him coming as well. Laying there naked, covered in my essences and my body twitching, listening to his voice, and then I listened to him say something that made me sit up WTF!
"Karen, baby, that was amazing, and I can't wait until we get together again... I ...
"Mike?", tentatively I asked, listening as the line went silent.
Again with the silence. I ended the call and threw my phone to the other side of the bed in frustration. Wouldn't you know it the one time a guy got me off by talking to me, and it turns out not to be my boyfriend? Five days later, I checked my phone to see if there was a number listed, and there was, so I called it. I can't explain why besides, I felt naughty, and he answered on the first right.
"Hello," he said. This time I noticed the richness of his voice and a slight accent. Then I realize that he answered as if he knew who it was calling. Oh, was he in for a surprise? Take a deep breath, the kind that makes my boobs rise in anticipation, smiling that I could feel to my pussy and respond to his hello.
Are You Naughty?