What’s the matter with me? That’s the question that keeps running through my mind. I mean, I just met this man a few days ago. Well, I really didn’t meet him, we just talked on the phone, but I can’t stop thinking about him. Okay, let me tell you how it all went down.
There I was lounging in my pj’s, in front of the television watching my favorite show, House and licking the remnants of the butter pecan ice cream off of the spoon when my phone rang. I looked at the caller id but I didn’t recognize the number. I debated for a few seconds on whether or not to answer it, but my curiosity won out.
“Hello” I answered.
“Is this the Robinson residence?” the caller asked
“No, you have the wrong number.” Right about now I am thinking, damn, why did I answer the phone? I knew this wasn’t for me.
“Is this 555-1212?” he asked
“No, this is 555-1213. You must have misdialed.” Why did I do that? Why did I give this stranger my number? I should have just told him that he reached the wrong number and hung up. Am I this lonely that I am subconsciously prolonging a conversation with a stranger? Well, he does have a sexy ass voice.
“Okay, well sorry I disturbed you.” And with that, the caller hung up. A small voice was telling me I should have tried to talk longer, but wait, that’s crazy because I don’t ever talk to strangers. That message was driven into my psyche for my entire youth and it’s still ingrained in me. This may be why I am sitting at home all alone too but I will have to evaluate that later.
Two minutes later, the phone rung again. I didn’t even bother to look at the caller id this time. What are the odds of getting two wrong number calls in less than five minutes?
“Hello” I answered again.
“Uhh, this may sound crazy but I just had to call back.” Yes!! It is the sexy voice stranger. “Umm, I couldn’t get your voice out of my head and I wanted to talk to you longer but I didn’t want to come off as weird, but I really just wanted to get to know you a little better. My name is Stephen, what’s yours?” He was speaking so fast, all of his words were running together. It seemed as if he was trying to get all of that out before I hung up.
“Oookkayy.” I guess it was now or never, “Truthfully, I am glad you called back because I was just thinking how I should have tried to extend our earlier conversation. I’m Asia.”
“Such a pretty name to go with a pretty voice.” Yeah, it was cheesy but it still made me blush.
I had all but forgotten about the House episode I had been watching. I propped my feet on the arm of the couch and laid back to enjoy what may come.
Trying to break the ice, I began “So Stephen, um are you a serial killer, leader of a cult or anything like that…I need to know? Naw for real, I’m joking, where are you from?”
“Ha, ha. You’re funny. I was born in New Jersey but I have been here in Phoenix for the last 10 years. Are you from Arizona?” He asked.
“Yep, born and raised. How old are you?”
“Thirty six and you? Or should I not ask you, you know how women get sensitive about their age!”
“Not me, my grandma told me a long time ago that the only alternative to getting older is you’re dead, so I enjoy every birthday. I am thirty two.”
Another awkward silence….
“So, I would really like to have a visual of you. What do you look like? How tall are you, how much do you weigh, um, are you dark, light? Did I leave anything out? You know what, I’ll go first. I am about 5’6”, 165 pounds and the color of Hershey’s chocolate. I have a short bob and a pretty smile, if I do say so myself.”
“Mmm, mmm, you make it sound good enough to eat! Well, I am paper sack brown, stand about 6’3” and weigh about 215 pounds. I have been told I am sexy but I will leave that up to you to tell me when I finally see you.” Now he sounded delicious…and just a little presumptuous.
We talked for another thirty minutes about nothing in particular but everything in general. I learned that House was his favorite show too and that it he had been watching at the same time. We had a lot of other things in common too, like we both love sports and to read, which is unusual because most guys do not like to read…unless it’s an XL magazine or any other item they can read the pictures.
I learned he had two kids, both boys ages six and four. I think I liked talking to him even more after that point because even though he told me that he and the boys’ mom weren’t together, he only spoke about her in a respectful way. It wasn’t, my baby mama this and my baby mama that or bitch this, bitch that. He gave her props for being the best mother she could be and he spoke openly about loving his kids. Now I am going to tell you, there is nothing sexier to me on this green earth than a man that takes responsibility and loves his children.
The conversation flowed easily and with minimal awkwardness. He asked me about past relationships and I answered all of his questions as much as I could. We learned little trivial things like our favorite colors, least favorite meals; you know things people ask when they just want to get to know the other person better.
“You know, I have a confession” he starts. I am thinking, uh oh, I knew this was too perfect. He’s going to tell me he only has one arm or he can’t see or something crazy. “Your voice is so sexy, I have been stroking myself the entire time we have been on the phone.” Now, I really wasn’t prepared for that.
“Really?” I ask. Now that really piqued my interest. “I wish I could see it.” I don’t know why, but I love to watch men masturbate.
“Okay, how about I walk you through what I wish I was doing? Close your eyes and just visualize this in your mind.”
Of course I do what he asks, but I first have to make myself comfortable and take off the pajama bottoms and top. I don’t know exactly how we bent this corner, but I am going to go along for the ride nonetheless.
“You ready?” He asks, but doesn’t wait for my answer.
“Picture yourself perched on the foot of my bed, clad only in a bra and panties; I am sitting in the armchair on the other side of the room. I am completely naked; my dick is semi hard, but the more you stare at me, the harder it gets. I have some baby oil in my right hand and I start at the base and work my way up to the tip slowly. I want you to see how my hand is coating my dick with the oil. I want your juices to coat it also, but we’ll save that for another time. My hand pauses briefly at the head and then slowly descends the eight and a half inches to the base then back up in a slow and steady motion…round and round, up and down.
“I can tell by the look in your eyes and the way your chest heaves that this show is affecting you as much as me. I ask you to remove your bra and spread your legs so I can see the print of your pussy. As your breasts spill out, my dick gets even harder. You squeeze them with your hand and pinch each nipple; all the while you are biting your bottom lip and staring at me. When I see the wetness in between your thighs as you spread them slightly, I almost lose it but I am determined to remain in control. Subconsciously, I am stroking a little more vigorously now though. You open your legs wider and the front of your panties is soaked with your moisture. I ask you to pull the panties to the side and slowly circle your clit with one finger as I keep pumping my dick up and down. I know I won’t be able to last long; this show was intended to seduce you but the moment I see your pussy spread open and reveal its pink center I know I’m lost. I can feel the cum building up in my balls and it is almost time. Oh shit, not almost, here it comes. The cum erupts from my dick and onto my chest and stomach the moment you remove your finger from your pussy and place it in your mouth.”
I could tell he was cumming because his words became choppy and he was struggling to catch his breath and that took me over the edge.
“Oh shit, I’m cumming too.” I whispered. I couldn’t hold out any longer, I had to cum with him. I was rubbing my clit and pinching my nipples at the same time, creating the most incredible sensation. I was a little embarrassed that I had this encounter with a stranger, but damn it felt sooooo good to let go. We talked for a few more minutes after catching our breath, but I asked if he would call me a little later because I had something urgent that had to be taken care of.
As soon as we hung up, I ran to my room and pulled out my biggest vibrator and finished the job Stephen had started. I think I must have fucked myself as hard and deep as I could for another thirty minutes before my last orgasm drained all of the energy I had left.
We have talked every night since and each night we perform again for each other. We are planning to see each other this weekend. I hope he can stimulate me in person as well as he does my mind.