The Phone Call

Heather takes a sip of her merlot, and checks her phone again. He should be calling soon. Her heart races as she waits. It's been 8 months since her divorce, and 3 months since she hit the big 4-0! But she has kept the promises she made to herself. She put herself out there. She joined a dating site, swiped left, swiped right, and even had a few nice conversations. Then she matched with Michael.

Michael, a tall, broad shouldered man in his mid 40's with green eyes and brown hair that is just starting to gray at the temples. Handsome, fit and way too good to be true. Which means he probably was, but Heather decided it couldn't hurt to try.

They had been texting back and forth for about a week. Mostly casual, getting to know each other. Yet, there has been some flirting, some innuendoes. Heather found herself checking her phone more often, getting excited when she saw a message from him. Then, this morning, Michael asked if he could call her tonight. She said yes immediately and then spent the rest of the day in anticipation.

She takes another sip of her wine, enjoying the slightly bitter taste, as she adjusts her skirt. She runs a hand through her strawberry blonde hair as it cascades down over her shoulders onto her white blouse. The top 2 buttons are undone, revealing the tops of her large, creamy white breasts. She goes to the gym a few times a week, since her divorce she likes to stay fit. She smiles as she realizes that for the first time in a while, she feels sexy! Her phone rings just as she slides her shoes off.

"Hello?" Heather says somewhat timidly.

"Heather?" Michael asks.

Her body tingles at the sound of his deep baritone voice. Her heart races in her chest. She takes a deep breath, steadying herself. "Hi Michael." She says as she exhales.

With a small chuckle he replies, "Oh, you have to say that again."

"Say what again?" She asks, confused. "Hi Michael?"

"To actually hear you say my name," Michael sighs. "It's music to my ears."

Heather giggles. "Really? That's the line you're starting with?

"Too much?" He replies good naturedly.

"I'll tell you when it's too much." She says flirtatiously.

"I would love to know what is too much for a girl like you." Michael's voice deepens slightly, adding an even more seductive quality.

She takes another sip of her wine, her inhibitions lowering. "Keep talking like that..." She blushes slightly, unbuttoning another button on her blouse. She runs her finger along the top of her pink, lacy bra. "And you may find out."

The other end of the line is quiet for a moment. When he speaks again, Michael's voice is softer, almost a whisper in her ear. "Heather," he begins. "This isn't what I expected." Another pause. "I mean, I like it." He chuckles. "Just..."

"Here is what I am thinking Michael." She interrupts, as she finishes her wine, and pours herself another glass. "I am sitting here on my nice, soft, comfy couch, a freshly poured glass of wine beside me. My blouse is opened just enough to allow my hand easy access to my lace covered breasts." She pauses, taking a moment to pinch her nipple thru her bra, a small sigh escaping her lips. "My skirt is just short enough to... well..." She smiles. "We could have a little fun."

She hears rustling on his end. She takes a sip of wine. The rustling stops. She waits. Silence. "Michael?" She says softly. No answer. She takes a deep breath, she starts to wonder if she went too far.

"Sorry." He says suddenly. "I'm here "

"I was starting to think I scared you away." Heather says, relaxing again.

"Are you kidding?" That sexy laugh again. "I poured myself a drink and moved into the bedroom!" Heather hears the ice clink in the glass as he takes a sip of his drink. "I'm all yours."

She giggles. "I like the sound of that." She takes another sip of her merlot. "Tell me Michael, what would you do, if I was there right now?"

The ice clinks again. Heather hears him take a deep breath. "I would have you sitting on top of me, your legs straddling my lap. That short skirt of yours pulled up around your waist. My tongue swirling around your nipple as I grab your ass with both hands guiding your movements as I grind my hips up into yours." His voice is thick with desire.

Heather unclasps her bra, her large breasts fall slightly as they are released from their lacy prison. She twirls her nipple between her fingers. "Mmm... I like that." She moans softly. Her cheeks flush, and she bites her lower lip, her eyes fluttering shut briefly as she imagines the scene he's painted. "My panties are soaked with anticipation." She whispers. Taking another sip of wine, she continues. "My hands roam over your chest, leaving trails of red as I drag my nails down to your stomach. My thumbs playfully teasing the hem of your boxers."

Michael groans, "You are driving me crazy!"

Heather pictures him lying in bed, his hand slowly stroking his shaft, his eyes closed, as he pictures her on top of him. "Isn't that the point?" She smiles as she parts her legs. "Mmm..." she sighs, her finger brushing against her clit, the coarseness of her soaking wet panties only enhancing her arousal.

The ice clinks again, Heather hears him set the glass down, hard. "I roll you onto the bed, trapping you beneath me." He growls, his breathing is loud enough for her to hear over the phone. "My lips crash into yours in a hard, deep kiss. Your lips taste like wine, intoxicating me even further." He is practically panting now. "I rip your panties off, the sound of the tearing fabric echoing throughout the room."

She slides her panties to the side. "Ohh..." She moans as her finger finds her sensitive clit again. "I... I..." She takes a deep breath. "I return the kiss with equal fervor. Biting and pulling on your bottom lip. I wrap my legs around your waist, pushing my naked, shaven pussy against you."

"No!" Michael says forcefully. Heather's fingers stop on her clit. "I pull your legs apart, my eyes fill with hunger at the sight of your beautiful pussy. I stand up beside the bed. I pick my belt up off the floor, tying your hands to the headboard. "You do as I say." I whisper in your ear as I reach down, my fingers sliding easily through your wetness, before plunging two fingers deep inside you. I curl my fingers slightly, scratching delicately at your most sensitive of spots. "Open your mouth." I command."

Heather fingers, mimicking his words, slip easily inside her eager pussy. She whispers. "I look up at you, my expression a mix of pleasure and submission. I open my mouth obediently."

"Feeling your hot, wet lips closing over my shaft sends a jolt throughout my body." Michael moans, his breathing slightly erratic. "I watch my cock disappear into your mouth as I plunge my fingers deeper inside your pussy."

The pressure inside builds as Heather feels her orgasm building. "My tongue slides along your thickness as you thrust it down my throat. I moan against it as your fingers continue their exploration." Her thumb circles her engorged clit, her pussy walls tightening against her fingers. "Michael." She whispers. "I'm so close."

"You cum when I tell you to." He replies darkly. "My cock is coated in your saliva as I pull it out of your mouth. I move between your legs. Your pussy is practically dripping as I place my cock against your tender flesh."

Heather moans loudly. "Oh fuck, Michael please?!" She begs, her fingers move slowly inside her as she tries to hold back the wave that is threatening to crash over her.

His voice deepens again. "I push my cock inside you, feeling your pussy stretch around me." He groans, his breath coming more quickly. "I can feel how close you are as I thrust myself deep and hard inside you. Your body trembling against me." His voice begins to sound strained, his breathing more ragged.

"You... yo.." She struggles to catch her breath. "You have to.. let me... cu. I ca ... I can't..."

"Cum for me Heather." Michael says with a grunt. "Cum with me!" He yells.

On his command, Heather's orgasm reaches its peak, her body twitches with pleasure as her pussy pulses against her fingers. "Oh yes!" She cries out. She pinches her nipple hard, the last remnants of her orgasm subsiding.

"Fuck! That was amazing!" Michael says, trying to catch his breath.

"It was really hot." She whispers. The color high on her cheeks as she slides her fingers out of her pussy. She picks up her wine and takes a sip, feeling her heartbeat slowly returning to normal.

"I want to reiterate that this is not what I had in mind when I suggested we talk on the phone." He laughs softly, his voice holding a hint of unease.

Heather smiles. "Michael." She says calmly. "I started this. Remember?" She takes another sip of wine, relaxing.

He lets out a sigh of relief. "I wasn't complaining, it's just, well, I... I don't want you to get the wrong idea."

"Don't worry, Honey, I will still respect you in the morning." She teases.

"You won't go bragging to all your friends about how you scored so easily?" Michael jokes, clearly feeling more comfortable.

Heather giggles. "Oh, I am so telling everyone what a little slut you are!"

"You promise?" He laughs easily.

Their playful banter continues as they each come down from their own personal high. They talk into the wee hours of the morning. When the time comes to hang up, they both agree to talk again soon. Both of them knowing that the underlying sexual tension between them will undoubtedly spill over once again.