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brown, darker than my skin, but the head is dark red. It’s very smooth. I’m running my fingertips up and down the ridge on the underside. Teasing myself.”
“Go on.” I traced my fingers lightly over my breasts. My nipples tightened.
“Now I’m cupping my balls with my other hand. They’re warm and heavy. Tightening against my palm.”
I listened to his labored breathing, the sound of his excitement.
“Jo? I’m touching the head of my cock with my thumb and forefinger, squeezing it. There’s some seepage, now.”
I traced the outline of my nipples and spread my legs. I’d worn a skirt for the party and beneath it my cunt felt full and heavy. “Tell me more. Tell me what your cock looks like now.”
“Darker. Wet. I’m using lube.” A gasp. “The head is swelling. Getting very sensitive. I’m using my whole hand. Sliding up and down.”
I slid a hand under my skirt and into my panties. Above my head the second hand of the clock moved. “Wait!”
He groaned.
I put his call on hold and moved to the console, placing the headphones on my head. The last chords of the music died away and I slid the faders into position, slowly and smoothly.
My voice sounded calm and soothing through the headphones, announcing what we had heard, and what was coming up next. A few words about the weather, and a short statement about the sponsor of the next hour of music, the local theater company, and their next production. “I’m Jo Hutchinson and it’s my pleasure to be with you for the next few hours.”
My pleasure indeed. Mic off, music up, phone call off hold. I gripped the edge of the console, pressed my pubic bone against it, hard, and my orgasm roared through me.
I dropped into the chair, out of breath.
“Jo? You okay?”
“Sure. I feel like I’ve run a mile.”
“Me, too. The way you said pleasure —that did it for me. You were speaking to me then. I felt it.” He laughed. “God, you make me feel like a randy teenager. I’d already jerked off at work thinking about you today.”
“You did? Where?”
“At my desk. I told my assistant I wasn’t to be disturbed and…well, you can imagine the rest.”
I could, but I also wished he’d waited for me, waited until I was off the air and I had heard him come.
“Are you disappointed?”
“At what?”
“That I do this without you?”
I shrugged before realizing he couldn’t see my gesture. “I don’t see that it’s anything to do with what you and I have. I guess I’m flattered that you fantasize about me.”
“We have such a small part of each other,” he said. “I don’t want to jeopardize what we have, until you decide you want more from me.”
“You know my answer to that.”
He sighed. I heard clothing rustle, and the sound of his zipper going up. “So how was the party tonight?”
“You knew about it?”
“I received an invitation, yes.”
I sat up a little straighter. “Were you there? Was that why you called so late?”
“You know I keep a low profile.”
“I can always look at the guest list,” I said, although I knew I wouldn’t. I wanted to keep the mystery. “I like the idea of you watching me across the room. How did you feel when you saw me flirt with other guys?”
He laughed. “If I had been there, I would have loved to have watched you. And seeing you flirt with other men—I would have felt hopeful. Excited. Because I would know I would receive the greatest and last pleasure, to be the one you would tell everything to.”
“So if I don’t seduce this guy tomorrow, will you be disappointed?”
“No. You can never disappoint me.”
6
I DREAMED SOMETHING RANG AND RANG, PEALING in my ear. I grabbed out and reached the phone.
A giggling squeal assaulted my ears. I blinked at the numbers of my digital clock. Three in the morning. I’d been asleep less than an hour.
“What?”
This time I recognized the voice.
“Kimberly? You okay?”
Another fit of giggling.
I finally figured out
“Go on.” I traced my fingers lightly over my breasts. My nipples tightened.
“Now I’m cupping my balls with my other hand. They’re warm and heavy. Tightening against my palm.”
I listened to his labored breathing, the sound of his excitement.
“Jo? I’m touching the head of my cock with my thumb and forefinger, squeezing it. There’s some seepage, now.”
I traced the outline of my nipples and spread my legs. I’d worn a skirt for the party and beneath it my cunt felt full and heavy. “Tell me more. Tell me what your cock looks like now.”
“Darker. Wet. I’m using lube.” A gasp. “The head is swelling. Getting very sensitive. I’m using my whole hand. Sliding up and down.”
I slid a hand under my skirt and into my panties. Above my head the second hand of the clock moved. “Wait!”
He groaned.
I put his call on hold and moved to the console, placing the headphones on my head. The last chords of the music died away and I slid the faders into position, slowly and smoothly.
My voice sounded calm and soothing through the headphones, announcing what we had heard, and what was coming up next. A few words about the weather, and a short statement about the sponsor of the next hour of music, the local theater company, and their next production. “I’m Jo Hutchinson and it’s my pleasure to be with you for the next few hours.”
My pleasure indeed. Mic off, music up, phone call off hold. I gripped the edge of the console, pressed my pubic bone against it, hard, and my orgasm roared through me.
I dropped into the chair, out of breath.
“Jo? You okay?”
“Sure. I feel like I’ve run a mile.”
“Me, too. The way you said pleasure —that did it for me. You were speaking to me then. I felt it.” He laughed. “God, you make me feel like a randy teenager. I’d already jerked off at work thinking about you today.”
“You did? Where?”
“At my desk. I told my assistant I wasn’t to be disturbed and…well, you can imagine the rest.”
I could, but I also wished he’d waited for me, waited until I was off the air and I had heard him come.
“Are you disappointed?”
“At what?”
“That I do this without you?”
I shrugged before realizing he couldn’t see my gesture. “I don’t see that it’s anything to do with what you and I have. I guess I’m flattered that you fantasize about me.”
“We have such a small part of each other,” he said. “I don’t want to jeopardize what we have, until you decide you want more from me.”
“You know my answer to that.”
He sighed. I heard clothing rustle, and the sound of his zipper going up. “So how was the party tonight?”
“You knew about it?”
“I received an invitation, yes.”
I sat up a little straighter. “Were you there? Was that why you called so late?”
“You know I keep a low profile.”
“I can always look at the guest list,” I said, although I knew I wouldn’t. I wanted to keep the mystery. “I like the idea of you watching me across the room. How did you feel when you saw me flirt with other guys?”
He laughed. “If I had been there, I would have loved to have watched you. And seeing you flirt with other men—I would have felt hopeful. Excited. Because I would know I would receive the greatest and last pleasure, to be the one you would tell everything to.”
“So if I don’t seduce this guy tomorrow, will you be disappointed?”
“No. You can never disappoint me.”
6
I DREAMED SOMETHING RANG AND RANG, PEALING in my ear. I grabbed out and reached the phone.
A giggling squeal assaulted my ears. I blinked at the numbers of my digital clock. Three in the morning. I’d been asleep less than an hour.
“What?”
This time I recognized the voice.
“Kimberly? You okay?”
Another fit of giggling.
I finally figured out
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