The Call
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
8,197
Reviews:
10
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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The Call
Disclaimer: All characters and scenarios are figments of my sick imagination. Any similarities to other people’s lives are simply coincidental.
“Hello? Micah, are you still there?”
“What? Oh yes. Still here, Stephanie.”
“Phew, good. ‘Cause usually when I try switching from the group to private line, I always get cut off.”
“I’m glad you didn’t this time.”
“Yeah? Well, I don’t normally do this, but … I really liked what you said out there earlier, you know, about the futility of life. How it’s all one great big mesh of pleasure and pain, an endless game we play but never win? That was really deep.”
“Thank you. But I have to admit that I’ve never done anything like this before. Over the phone, I mean.”
“Are you nervous?”
“A little. I haven’t been with a woman in some time.”
“Oh are you—? Um, you know, we don’t have to anything you’re not comfortable with, Micah. If you wanna just call it a night, I won’t be offended.”
“No, no. You misunderstood, I prefer women. I just. . .haven’t had much time to go out on dates lately. I like you, very much, Stephanie. I find your voice very attractive.”
“Really? I like your voice too. It’s low, kinda sexy, like a smooth baritone. By the way, how old are you? Twenty-five? Thirty?”
“Thirty-seven. Too old?”
“No, no, not at all. I’m twenty-three.”
“Twenty-three. . .that’s very young. I could almost be your father.”
“I’m not that young. And well, I think I’d have a hard time picturing you as my dad. Tell me what you look like, and be honest. I’m not that shallow as to hang up on you just because you don’t look like a male model from GQ.”
“Alright. I’m medium build, fairly fit though nothing compared to today’s body builders. I’m five-eleven. Weight: about one ninety-five. Dark hair, cut short, a little longer on top. Pale skin, a bit rugged but no great deformity.”
“How ‘bout glasses? Facial hair? Eye color? Braces?”
“Braces?”
“Hey, you never know. I know a few people in their forties who wear braces.”
“Well, no, I don’t wear braces. I was fortunate enough to never need them. And to your earlier questions: contacts, clean-shaven, and green eyes though a bit too heavily lashed for comfort.”
“Long lashes, eh? Bet girls envy you for ‘em. You sound very handsome, Micah.”
“Thank you. Now what do you look like, Stephanie?”
“Ha ha, well don’t give your hopes up. I’m no Victoria Secret model.”
“Doesn’t matter. As you’ll find, Stephanie, I’m not that shallow either.”
“Well, I’ve got chestnut hair, shoulder-length and a bit curly at the ends. Blue eyes, pale skin, though I’m working on getting a tan. No glasses or contacts either, eye surgery. My nose is kinda pointed. I think it’s too small for my face, but anyway, I’ve a pretty generous mouth. No braces, just a retainer now. I’m five-four, short but not stumpy. I’m not so vain as to lie to you about my weight, Micah. I weigh one hundred and thirty-eight pounds. I guess I’ve got an OK figure. Could use a smaller butt and flatter tummy though, maybe even some abs.”
“I like a woman with curves, especially with nice round soft tummies and hips.”
“Thanks.”
“What’s your cup size?”
“Wow, direct aren’t you?”
“Perhaps, but now you’ve got me intrigued.”
“Well, I’m no Pam Anderson, but I think I’m a fairly decent size: 36B”
“Hmm. You sound like a very beautiful young woman.”
“Why, thank you Micah.”
“Are you standing in front of a mirror?”
“Yes—well, not really standing. I’m using a headset so both hands are free. I’m lying down on my bed with the little hand mirror that I keep by the nightstand. I sometimes use it to um pleasure myself, you know, to see what I’m doing to myself ‘up there.’ And sometimes I like to use a small ass plug too, like I am right now. Are you shocked, Micah?”
“No, quite aroused actually.”
“Why don’t you take off your clothes?”
“Alright”
“Wait, wait! Tell me what you’re doing.”
“Oh, sorry. I’m wearing a satin black shirt, unbuttoned; chest bare, slightly hairy. I’m reaching down to my gray slacks, undoing the button now, pulling down the fly.”
“You wearing boxers or briefs?”
“Black flannel boxers. Never briefs, too constraining for me.”
“Mmm. You like black a lot, don’t you?”
“I suppose. It’s dark, very intimate. What are you wearing?”
“Nothing quite as sophisticated. Pink camisole and a loose ankle-length skirt, blue with violet tropical flowers. It’s like a wrap and roomy enough so I can maneuver under it while still being covered. Like I am right now. Ohh. . .”
“Stephanie?”
“Still here. Reach inside your boxers, Micah. Describe to me what you find.”
“Okay. Sliding my hand under the waistband now, stroking the shaft, smooth and rigid, warm, thick. . .roughly eight inches, hard and tapered towards the end.”
“C’mon Micah. Eight inches? Don’t lie, size doesn’t matter all that much to me. You can be honest here.”
“I’m not lying. It really is—Oh. . .Oh God, this feels good.”
“Tell me.”
“Slowly circling the head now, gently teasing the opening. Mmm, so good. Tell me what your doing, Stephanie, please.”
“I’m wiggling the ass plug, sliding two fingers in now, stroking the folds, teasing the area around my clit, but not touching it. Oh yes. . .I love torturing myself like this, makes me come harder, more intense, you know.”
“Yes, I know. Tell me, have you ever stimulated. . .the G-spot.”
“No, I’ve heard about it though. . .it’s supposed—ugh!—make some women—oh God!--some women come instantaneously. God, I want you inside me!”
“So do I. I swear I’ve never felt anything so wonderful before. Mmmm. . .Stephanie. . .do you want me to tell you how to find it?”
“Yes. . .please.”
“Move your two fingers to the front wall of your vagina.”
“Not pussy eh? Okay, now what?”
“Push deeply in and upward about a little over an inch, but slowly. You\'re not necessarily looking for a spot but more of a—Oh. . .Ohhh. . .!”
“Micah, you all right? You’re panting.”
“Yes, fine, sorry. Got a little carried away. But yes, you’re looking for more of a spongy feeling area, almost granule. . .about the size of a dime. When you touch it, you’ll feel—”
“Oh my God, fuck!”
“Stephanie? Stephanie, what happened?”
“I think I touched my bladder tube or something. ‘Cause at first it felt like I really, really had to go pee.”
“That’s normal. I think you’ve found your G-spot.”
“Really? It’s suppose to feel like that?”
“Sometimes, yes. But if you keep stimulating it, I guarantee the feelings will change to something much more pleasurable.”
“Mmm, alright. I wonder how you know so much about women anatomy.”
“One of my many alluring secrets. But no, seriously, it’s my profession to know.”
“You’re a physician?”
“Gynecologist actually, but yes. How do you feel Stephanie? I can practically hear you moaning over the receiver.”
“Mmmmm. . .A-fuck-mazing! I’m so wet, and. . .Oh God, I think I’m gonna. . .Omigod—Sweet Jesus! OH MY GOD!”
“Stephanie wait, tell me.”
“I um kinda came already. But wow, that was wonderful. I don’t think I ever had an orgasm quite like that. I—Oh shoot!”
“What is it? Something wrong?”
“No, it’s just. . .my entire skirt is stained through, some of the stuff is even on my bed. Jesus, what a mess! I never had this much fluid before. Micah, you okay? You sound like holding your breath or something.”
“Nothing, I’m fine. I. . .I just think you’re one of those rare breed of women who can ejaculate, Stephanie. And to tell you the truth, the idea is arousing beyond imagination.”
“Hmm. Well, it’s getting late. G’night Micah.”
“No, wait! Stephanie, don’t go yet. I-I can’t come like this.”
“Really. Do you want to come inside me, Micah?”
“Yes. . .very badly.”
“How far you willing to go?”
“What?”
“Tell me, how fast can you drive with a hard on? You want your release, Dr. Schneider, you’ll have to come here to get it. 1365 Montgomery Drive.\"
“Wait, how did you know—?”
“Let’s just say, I’ve been looking for gynecologist and your name popped up first. You have twenty minutes to get here. Or you’ll be having a hard time sleeping tonight.”
“Yeesh, okay. Alright, alright. I’m coming.”
“Hurry, Micah. Hurry.
“Hello? Micah, are you still there?”
“What? Oh yes. Still here, Stephanie.”
“Phew, good. ‘Cause usually when I try switching from the group to private line, I always get cut off.”
“I’m glad you didn’t this time.”
“Yeah? Well, I don’t normally do this, but … I really liked what you said out there earlier, you know, about the futility of life. How it’s all one great big mesh of pleasure and pain, an endless game we play but never win? That was really deep.”
“Thank you. But I have to admit that I’ve never done anything like this before. Over the phone, I mean.”
“Are you nervous?”
“A little. I haven’t been with a woman in some time.”
“Oh are you—? Um, you know, we don’t have to anything you’re not comfortable with, Micah. If you wanna just call it a night, I won’t be offended.”
“No, no. You misunderstood, I prefer women. I just. . .haven’t had much time to go out on dates lately. I like you, very much, Stephanie. I find your voice very attractive.”
“Really? I like your voice too. It’s low, kinda sexy, like a smooth baritone. By the way, how old are you? Twenty-five? Thirty?”
“Thirty-seven. Too old?”
“No, no, not at all. I’m twenty-three.”
“Twenty-three. . .that’s very young. I could almost be your father.”
“I’m not that young. And well, I think I’d have a hard time picturing you as my dad. Tell me what you look like, and be honest. I’m not that shallow as to hang up on you just because you don’t look like a male model from GQ.”
“Alright. I’m medium build, fairly fit though nothing compared to today’s body builders. I’m five-eleven. Weight: about one ninety-five. Dark hair, cut short, a little longer on top. Pale skin, a bit rugged but no great deformity.”
“How ‘bout glasses? Facial hair? Eye color? Braces?”
“Braces?”
“Hey, you never know. I know a few people in their forties who wear braces.”
“Well, no, I don’t wear braces. I was fortunate enough to never need them. And to your earlier questions: contacts, clean-shaven, and green eyes though a bit too heavily lashed for comfort.”
“Long lashes, eh? Bet girls envy you for ‘em. You sound very handsome, Micah.”
“Thank you. Now what do you look like, Stephanie?”
“Ha ha, well don’t give your hopes up. I’m no Victoria Secret model.”
“Doesn’t matter. As you’ll find, Stephanie, I’m not that shallow either.”
“Well, I’ve got chestnut hair, shoulder-length and a bit curly at the ends. Blue eyes, pale skin, though I’m working on getting a tan. No glasses or contacts either, eye surgery. My nose is kinda pointed. I think it’s too small for my face, but anyway, I’ve a pretty generous mouth. No braces, just a retainer now. I’m five-four, short but not stumpy. I’m not so vain as to lie to you about my weight, Micah. I weigh one hundred and thirty-eight pounds. I guess I’ve got an OK figure. Could use a smaller butt and flatter tummy though, maybe even some abs.”
“I like a woman with curves, especially with nice round soft tummies and hips.”
“Thanks.”
“What’s your cup size?”
“Wow, direct aren’t you?”
“Perhaps, but now you’ve got me intrigued.”
“Well, I’m no Pam Anderson, but I think I’m a fairly decent size: 36B”
“Hmm. You sound like a very beautiful young woman.”
“Why, thank you Micah.”
“Are you standing in front of a mirror?”
“Yes—well, not really standing. I’m using a headset so both hands are free. I’m lying down on my bed with the little hand mirror that I keep by the nightstand. I sometimes use it to um pleasure myself, you know, to see what I’m doing to myself ‘up there.’ And sometimes I like to use a small ass plug too, like I am right now. Are you shocked, Micah?”
“No, quite aroused actually.”
“Why don’t you take off your clothes?”
“Alright”
“Wait, wait! Tell me what you’re doing.”
“Oh, sorry. I’m wearing a satin black shirt, unbuttoned; chest bare, slightly hairy. I’m reaching down to my gray slacks, undoing the button now, pulling down the fly.”
“You wearing boxers or briefs?”
“Black flannel boxers. Never briefs, too constraining for me.”
“Mmm. You like black a lot, don’t you?”
“I suppose. It’s dark, very intimate. What are you wearing?”
“Nothing quite as sophisticated. Pink camisole and a loose ankle-length skirt, blue with violet tropical flowers. It’s like a wrap and roomy enough so I can maneuver under it while still being covered. Like I am right now. Ohh. . .”
“Stephanie?”
“Still here. Reach inside your boxers, Micah. Describe to me what you find.”
“Okay. Sliding my hand under the waistband now, stroking the shaft, smooth and rigid, warm, thick. . .roughly eight inches, hard and tapered towards the end.”
“C’mon Micah. Eight inches? Don’t lie, size doesn’t matter all that much to me. You can be honest here.”
“I’m not lying. It really is—Oh. . .Oh God, this feels good.”
“Tell me.”
“Slowly circling the head now, gently teasing the opening. Mmm, so good. Tell me what your doing, Stephanie, please.”
“I’m wiggling the ass plug, sliding two fingers in now, stroking the folds, teasing the area around my clit, but not touching it. Oh yes. . .I love torturing myself like this, makes me come harder, more intense, you know.”
“Yes, I know. Tell me, have you ever stimulated. . .the G-spot.”
“No, I’ve heard about it though. . .it’s supposed—ugh!—make some women—oh God!--some women come instantaneously. God, I want you inside me!”
“So do I. I swear I’ve never felt anything so wonderful before. Mmmm. . .Stephanie. . .do you want me to tell you how to find it?”
“Yes. . .please.”
“Move your two fingers to the front wall of your vagina.”
“Not pussy eh? Okay, now what?”
“Push deeply in and upward about a little over an inch, but slowly. You\'re not necessarily looking for a spot but more of a—Oh. . .Ohhh. . .!”
“Micah, you all right? You’re panting.”
“Yes, fine, sorry. Got a little carried away. But yes, you’re looking for more of a spongy feeling area, almost granule. . .about the size of a dime. When you touch it, you’ll feel—”
“Oh my God, fuck!”
“Stephanie? Stephanie, what happened?”
“I think I touched my bladder tube or something. ‘Cause at first it felt like I really, really had to go pee.”
“That’s normal. I think you’ve found your G-spot.”
“Really? It’s suppose to feel like that?”
“Sometimes, yes. But if you keep stimulating it, I guarantee the feelings will change to something much more pleasurable.”
“Mmm, alright. I wonder how you know so much about women anatomy.”
“One of my many alluring secrets. But no, seriously, it’s my profession to know.”
“You’re a physician?”
“Gynecologist actually, but yes. How do you feel Stephanie? I can practically hear you moaning over the receiver.”
“Mmmmm. . .A-fuck-mazing! I’m so wet, and. . .Oh God, I think I’m gonna. . .Omigod—Sweet Jesus! OH MY GOD!”
“Stephanie wait, tell me.”
“I um kinda came already. But wow, that was wonderful. I don’t think I ever had an orgasm quite like that. I—Oh shoot!”
“What is it? Something wrong?”
“No, it’s just. . .my entire skirt is stained through, some of the stuff is even on my bed. Jesus, what a mess! I never had this much fluid before. Micah, you okay? You sound like holding your breath or something.”
“Nothing, I’m fine. I. . .I just think you’re one of those rare breed of women who can ejaculate, Stephanie. And to tell you the truth, the idea is arousing beyond imagination.”
“Hmm. Well, it’s getting late. G’night Micah.”
“No, wait! Stephanie, don’t go yet. I-I can’t come like this.”
“Really. Do you want to come inside me, Micah?”
“Yes. . .very badly.”
“How far you willing to go?”
“What?”
“Tell me, how fast can you drive with a hard on? You want your release, Dr. Schneider, you’ll have to come here to get it. 1365 Montgomery Drive.\"
“Wait, how did you know—?”
“Let’s just say, I’ve been looking for gynecologist and your name popped up first. You have twenty minutes to get here. Or you’ll be having a hard time sleeping tonight.”
“Yeesh, okay. Alright, alright. I’m coming.”
“Hurry, Micah. Hurry.