The Telephone

Once again I narrate this new tale in the first person not because I want to boast of the opportunities that life has given me but rather because I feel and need to give it due credit for its true content, even if adorned with some more accentuated literary imagery. By the way, this story begins with an everyday fact that in principle could pass as just another "accident" in someone's life if it wasn't for what he ended up doing to me. One afternoon I noticed my cell phone vibrating on my desk and I confess that I detest these technological gimmicks which only serve to accentuate our misfortune of being found when we don't want them. I picked it up and looking at the screen saw a number that wasn't in my contact list, and for a moment thought simply not to answer this call by returning my attention back to my work which was piling on the table. On the other end of the line a cheerful, relaxed voice asked for Ricardo. I immediately replied that this number was not his but mine. The voice apologized somewhat hesitantly which I declined saying it was something absolutely forgivable and said goodbye to me right afterwards. However, after a while my phone vibrated again - only this time it was quietly warning me that I had received an SMS (SMS or torpedo as they say), so I picked up the cellphone and touched its screen to open the message. <unk>Did you know that you have a beautiful and sensual voice?<unk>; reading those words my mind imagined them being pronounced by the same voice of the wrong link, and without realizing very much why all this, I felt an excitement run through my skin, causing me an immediate and timely erection! But still, I preferred not to give the leash to that girl (if it was a girl) and put my device aside focusing on my backlog of tasks. As time went by, I ended up completely forgetting about what had happened, imagining how good it would have been if it lasted. What I didn't know is that this was just beginning. Again the phone vibrated and there was another message: "You won't answer me? How rude you are!" I was stunned to read those words, as I couldn't imagine that a wrong connection could trigger at least an unusual conversation and hesitated, pondering the best course of action: ignore this girl and go about my business. However, curiosity killed the cat (but satisfaction revived it!) and I immediately tried to answer her message saying only flattered by what she had said. I sent. Then received: "Is everything else as sensual as your voice?"; I was beginning to like all that stuff...it turned me on, hardened my spleen and flooded my mind with purely obscene thoughts. You see how mysterious a thing the human mind is: I didn't know who I was talking to, I had no idea what this person looked like, and my mind was already preconceiving countless possibilities! And another message came, and then one more... I'm not going to waste your time with the countless texts that me and "the stranger" exchanged in just a few hours, ... but well there were many! And what is interesting is that each new message heated up the atmosphere at the same rate and intensity. New message: <unk>I've arrived home, I am going to undress and take a nice bath ... goodbye beautiful!<unk>; smiled at myself and put the device in my pants pocket as I walked towards my car wishing just one more night of rest after an exhausting day full of news. In the middle of my journey, a new message vibrated in my pocket. I looked at it on the screen and had to stop the car because my cock immediately spiked; <unk>Peladinha, passing moisturizer, ... crazy for a man with a nice voice like you!<unk> those words produced a powerful effect on me, as I felt excited in an unusual and unexpected way. I wanted to call her and tell her that my roll was pulsating by her, that my body trembled from excitement about her...I wanted to climb up with her! The answer came quickly and short: "I have to hang up, my husband has arrived"; Husband! What do you mean? Was she married? I was in a state of shock ... after all, in all these years, I had never slept with a married woman (and it wasn't about scruples or principles, just common sense). But if she was married, why look for men by texting on her cell phone? I went home and kept thinking about it while having dinner with my wife Amelia (you remember her, don't you?) whether this was all just a prank by some naughty girl or those messages had real substance? But she was married! Didn't the husband do his homework? Was he constantly absent? I stopped thinking about it before my mind collapsed and decided that the best thing to do was go to sleep, forget all about it. I woke up this morning to the delightful image of my wife returning naked from her bathroom after taking her usual shower. It was quite a body! Even at over fifty years old, Amelia was a beautiful and sensual woman. She had a well-made body with medium breasts still firm and an ass whose promises she never allowed to be exploited. She dried her hair with the towel and after looking at me with a smile good day returned to the toilet where I could hear the familiar noise of the hairdryer. Then I considered the undeniable fact that another day's fighting began. I took a shower, shaved my head and dressed in the usual way... then after some frugal coffee went down to the garage waiting for Amelia as we were going together on our work. I left Amelia at her job and went to mine. And it's exactly that time of the day when I usually turn on my cell phone in order to be available for whatever was needed. As soon as I parked the car in its usual spot, I looked at the device whose screen glowed while he jumped desperately into his seat signalling there was a message for me. In fact, not just one but three! And they all had the same origin! The number from the previous day ... then I realized that everything had been true ... this girl really existed and still harassed me through mobile messages! What did she want from me after all, to be her "little toy" for the moments when her husband was away? I opened the messages one at a time, and each of them was more exciting than the next. "Good morning my handsome male ... did you sleep well?" said the first; "I'm home alone naked with wet cheekbones" said the second; "Do you want to fuck me? "said the third. This story totally confused me because I couldn't believe it was actually happening to me! But anyway, I decided to play along by taking this as a joke (a tease) rather than something that could become serious. I responded by saying that I was also on a hard-on wanting to fuck her until she had fun. No immediate response. Decided the day needed to run its course and so I went about my work. New message: "Where and when?" Wow! The girl really did have it in for me! Another message:"Are you married?!" New message: <unk>Do you usually use this feature?<unk>; I immediately answered yes, but only when it was very worthwhile. New Message: "And am I worthy?" Without wasting any time I typed in 'Of course!'; a few minutes later new message: 'How can you be sure if we even know each other?'; I considered the question quite clever and back-typed 'Life is about taking risks.' It took some time before she returned asking again when and where. The minutes that followed seemed centuries rather than hours, until the eagerly awaited reply came: <unk>OK tomorrow at nine o'clock on the subway... a few minutes later another message: "How will I find you?" That was easy. After this almost collegial insanity, the day went on as she sent me more provocative messages and fueled my desire to meet her and have sex with her even though I had no idea what she looked like or whether she would come for our appointment. In one of those texts, she asked what I wanted to do with her, and I immediately replied that everything my age and strength allowed. She laughed and asked if I could handle it ... without hesitation, I told her that I was worth a "little blue pill". More laughter in text, and at the end another question: did I really take this kind of "medicine". I answered her that age and experience demanded and allowed such a resource. We both had so much fun laughing. In late afternoon I said goodbye to her knowing that during nighttime communication would become impossible (for us both) and told her I'd wait for you eagerly at the agreed time and place. She said she was going to perfume everything just for me! The night went smoothly and before going to sleep I took my continuous use medication (hypertension!), And soon afterwards consumed a tablet of CIALIS (the only indicated for that is hypertensive), because its SL effect lasts more than twelve hours. I've never commented on this in previous stories, but my married life comes down to an enormous friendship and affection for my wife (it has been thirty years!), because that is what was left. No more regret, no longer sadness ... only acceptance, ... accepted the project of her life and collaboration so that it will become a reality, ... and besides having an erection <unk> for me <unk> is not a pleasant satisfaction anymore, but an event whose rarity hurts deeply in the soul,... well... enough from unnecessary lamentations. Finally I fell asleep thinking about the madness of the next day. And he arrived, gray and empty and... frustrating! As usual I left my wife at the subway station (the same one where I would meet that girl from her cell phone) and after we said goodbye, I walked to a nearby bakery for coffee and waited patiently for our appointment. At just the right moment I was there, parked in the place she had told me she'd be but unfortunately nothing happened. Ironically, her mobile kept falling into the mailbox and thousands of calls followed by text messages. "Hey, are you there?" I felt like cursing her with all the words known to man but took a deep breath and concluded that obviously I had fallen for some trick ... without being able to complain I said yes. And the following message confirmed my suspicions: "Why is everyone so stupid? You really thought I was going to do it don't you! The days went by as I healed the wounds of that fateful day, pondering whether or not I deserved what had happened to me... after all I was an unfaithful and opportunistic husband, which is why I was subjected to being treated exactly like one! In any case it hurt a lot. But I considered the matter closed ... except for the event that would take place some days later. I explained to her in detail all the details of each question asked, being attentive and welcoming.There were also some additional questions on which I tried to provide contact means with other units that could be responsible for serving you in this specific direction. And when the doubts were over, this voice - who identified herself by her first name as Sandra - thanked me with praise for how I had provided information to her, which I replied was one of my duties. She repeated those compliments and asked me point-blank if we could meet each other in case she came to my workplace. She asked for some additional information about the location of my work and unit, saying a brief goodbye. I hung up on her without thinking anything more, returning to my daily routine. During all this time, the girl on my cell phone kept texting me and insisted that she wanted to talk with me, asking if I was still mad at her and didn't want to speak to her anymore. (Talk?) I must confess that I did not have the courage to answer any of these texts by simply deleting them from my cellphone and trying really hard to forget about this unfortunate figure who is perhaps more pathetic than myself. One afternoon, I heard a familiar-sounding female voice in the hallway asking for me. Curiosity grew louder and I didn't wait to see if she would come over. I left the room looking for her; when I walked into the side corridor, there was this beautiful brunette plus size dressed in an upright moss green gown that accentuated her generous features. She had a very pretty face with skin showing she couldn't have been more than thirty or so years old. Glittering black eyes stared at me with an air of contentment for the encounter, while her mouth - from provocative and sensual lips - opened in a restrained but sincere smile. She approached saying that she was Sandra, the person I had answered the phone to days before (Wow! A goddess! Beautiful!). We talked for a few minutes, and I couldn't resist inviting her to lunch with me. To my complete surprise she immediately accepted the invitation with an enormous smile on her face. I told my colleagues that I was going out of town but would be back soon (at least this is how I imagined it!). So Sandra and I went downstairs and headed into a nearby restaurant looking for a very cozy and discreet table. At some points we were interrupted by the inconvenience of messages from this girl to whom I was directing all my wounded macho contempt. Sandra, realizing my discomfort with insistent messages, asked me if there was any problem with my wife (obviously she had noticed the ring on her finger!), to which I replied no because he did not have problems with his wife. With as much spontaneity as I could muster, I told her that I was a fifty-year old man surviving in a lukewarm and drab marriage but that even so, I knew I would end up aging alongside my wife without concern for the absolute absence of unconventional sex. Sandra immediately interrupted me by asking what I considered "unconventional sex", and on one of the few occasions in my life that I was left without a response or action, ... this beautiful balzaquian brunette who displayed ease and uninhibitedness, knew exactly what she wanted from life regardless of any limitations to social order and personal ones,... and her intimacy with that question left me stunned not knowing very well what to do or say. Sandra understood my embarrassment and apologized for the excessive invasion of privacy. I told her that it wasn't because she was embarrassed, but rather because I didn't know what to say back. Looking into her eyes, I said that my own experience with unconventional sex had been virtually nil! She let out a deliciously frank chuckle then put her hands on mine and made some kind of "invitation" in order to meet something "different". Baffled by this irresistible brunette's initiative, I swallowed dry before shyly saying yes. Her hands clasped mine and she brought her face closer to hers, allowing me to feel that sweet intoxicating perfume which she exuded through all the pores. She confided in me that she had realized I was very fond of text messaging on my mobile phone (!). She laughed again saying that it would be nothing I didn't want to do. I open a parenthesis to confide in you that the following narrative may sound absolutely unusual, but believe me, it is fact! And only an idiot like myself does not realize how much luck can eventually smile at you without even noticing. Sandra asked for my cell phone number and then told me if I would be available that afternoon. Even though I knew the work consequences were at least drastic (but manageable), I did not hesitate to answer in the affirmative, so she suggested that I ask for a bill. We left the restaurant and before we parted, she kissed my lips asking me to wait for her call. She signaled a taxi that was parked nearby and got into it waving good-bye with an enigmatic smile on her face. And I stood there stumbling like a donkey bogged down in my lack of foresight waiting for God knows what! I went back to work and immersed my concentration (or what little was left) in the job, completely forgetting about the girl on the cell phone, Sandra and everything else. However, the vibration of my device ended any possibility of continuing with tasks. I picked it up and saw a totally unknown number that had sent me a text message (!). It was Sandra! It must have been! I opened the message and eagerly read her for news. <unk> Hey sweetie! Let's play some games? Follow my instructions so we can get started, ...and don't let me down! I almost forgot, type this number on your mobile phone ...Kisses. I felt my legs shake and the floor disappear...I thought it was a dream that would wake me up at any moment to find out that Sandra and the hit girl (as I called her maliciously) were the same person! That'd be hard to bear.... Minutes later, I was in my car driving to a nearby motel that is well known for its discretion. In fact, this was Sandra's first instruction: go to the hotel and wait for further instructions. My heart leaped at me as I walked past the front desk thinking I had just paid off another monumental loaner who would regret it for the rest of his life. Following her lead, I parked my car outside the suite and drove down an alleyway into the suite. As soon as I closed the door, my cell phone rang. "Have you arrived yet, sweetheart?"; I said yes and she laughed back (the full sensation that he was caught in another silly trap!). <unk>Very good... now call the reception desk and let them know you are expecting a company ... as soon as I arrive I'll honk my horn and you will open the garage door but before doing so I want you to undress yourself completely naked for me. If I wanted to make a fool out of you, it wouldn't have to be in secret. Do this for me, please; I want to give you something that you will never forget ... And I (the idiot of the year!) agreed after that request made by a sweet and exciting voice. I hung up my phone and sat on the edge of bed not knowing what to do or think. Time seemed painfully dragging itself along imputing suffering and frustration without measure. When the horn sounded, my heart almost stopped. It was Sandra! She had really come. I undressed with a rapidity that was unknown to me, and naked in my hair, walked down the stairs opening the garage door and turning on the remote control as the car pulled into the parking lot. I closed the garage door and stayed where I was. As soon as it got lightly dimmed again, I saw the door open and a pair of legs leap out. Soon Sandra stood in front of me outside her car. Her appearance was almost divine: she wore nothing but black lace panties and bras with body sculptures on them. What a woman! She walked towards me and I barely noticed that she was carrying in her hands a small whip of dark leather with long stem and short, wide branches. We entered the room and Sandra embraced me from behind allowing me to feel her body heat whose measurements would drive any man crazy (and I say this because I keep my statement of a long time ago: woman loves women with "substance" , with "over-sweetness, even because she likes who bone is dog!). Her hands were wearing long black silk gloves and the contact of that fabric with my skin gave me chills all over feeling the vibration go through the entire surface of my body. Sandra was an extremely experienced and skilled woman at what she did. She pulled my arms back, handcuffed me with a pair of steel cuffs, turned me over to her. By this time I had become so hard that it hurt and the erection was such that my breathing would short out forcing me to groan softly. Her hands took hold of my pussy massaging it initially with some tenderness, then applying a vigorous punch which made glandularity disappear into painful but exhilarating skin rises and falls. Sandra knelt in front of me, rubbing the roll between her bountiful breasts still tucked inside her bra and the next moment she was kissing the glans and wrapping it with her lips, nibbling at its circumference with tiny fangs measured more to cause a hard-on than pain. I stood on clouds, looking at that scene without believing what was happening <unk> no doubt this could be defined as an unconventional sex - appreciating what one woman can do to another man. She stood up again and looked at me with a look full of sensuality and loaded with horny. Rubbing the whip on my chest and going down to my genitals she asked her I was liking, ... if I liked being dominated or dominating. Sandra walked away and whipped my chest a few times, and I can't deny that the pain was unbearable to an extreme degree at which point it became clear how much of me had almost doubled in volume pulsating uncontrollably begging for this extremely sensual powerful woman. As a male called to "combat" I grabbed her violently forcing her back against me, tying her hands with the same handcuffs she had used on me. I turned her over and in quite an aggressive movement ripped off my bra releasing those delights that cried out for macho caress. Sandra's breasts were a spectacle apart; large and voluminous, they possessed broad aureolas which brought at their center small hard nipples so stuffy as to be immediately swallowed up by my thirsty mouth making this woman the object of my desire. I sucked them so hard, wanting to make you horny and painful at the same time. Sandra moaned softly and time after time said that it was hurting but still I should not stop. I alternated those little delights in my mouth, sucking and licking like a furious madman who forgot the female making her an object of his delight. Sandra liked to play and at certain moments she would push her body towards me, forcing me to stick nipples and haloes into my mouth so as then pull them out showing that domination could suffer reversal of values anytime. I held her by the waist, forcing her to leave those delights right near my mouth and feasting on their unique flavor. Sandra had no idea how those words operated such a powerful excitement in my being that I immediately felt taken over by a force beyond myself becoming an aggressive and unyielding beast. I turned her backwards, tore off the tiny intimate piece leaving that exuberant ass at my entire disposal. I forced her to bend her body forward by laying her chest on the cold white marble table, and placing that exuberant ass in an ideal position for being raved about. Sandra moaned and said that she wanted to feel invaded, urging me to penetrate her as quickly as possible; but I was out of my mind... more like an animal, a beast in heat who only wanted one thing: satisfy his instinct the wildest way it could offer him ... and the female stood there, available, ready to be tasted like fine classic wine, while I just wanted to prolong my pleasure through its domination! Without wasting any more time, I positioned myself behind that ass of unparalleled beauty, grabbed the buttocks with my hands, pushing them away enabling the "entry" of my thick roll. As soon as the glans rubbed Sandra's butt she groaned ordering: "Go right now, you little boy! Kick this fucking inside me ... come on! I pushed my dick in willingly, making the penetration not slow and gradual but rough and merciless. And only stopped when I felt that all of it had invaded my female's asshole... then proceeded to give strong almost aggressive blows... shoving my pelvis against this big offered behind causing an indescribable sensation of arousal... a wild, untamed, conquering male arousal which found Sandra with her most desired female, After some time, Sandra announced that she was having fun ... and not just once but three times (!), something which caused me an unnameable pleasure since even in this situation of absolute domination, providing pleasure to the partner was something that left me immensely satisfied. The hours passed with that endless anal intercourse, I just didn't want to leave Sandra alone and apparently Sandra was not bothered by my unexpected vigour, welcoming my harassment in her ass as if it were the first time she had met a male capable of satisfying her. I yelled at Sandra that she was going to make fun of me, and with the swiftness of a cat she pushed me back making her ass look free from my dick. "Not yet, you little boy! Let go of me quickly,...I want to make you laugh...let go of Me now!" I squeezed my sphincter as tightly as possible while loosening the handcuffs, freeing Sandra from her immobility. She then turned to me and threw me on the bed jumping up beside me and taking my stick in her hands and applying a vigorous punch at the same time that she caressed my balls crushing them between her fingers and pinching them occasionally something which caused me a new unknown sensation that made my whole belly vibrate involuntarily. I ejaculated with such intensity that jets rose in the air falling on my chest and even Sandra's face who looked at me licked her own lips sucking my semen showing immense pleasure to do so. When it was over, I embraced Sandra and we stood there motionless and exhausted feeling the small waves of delight go through our bodies as last sensations of the joy we had given each other. Epilogue of the report We finished dressing when the clock struck almost nineteen, ... I looked at Sandra with a look of happy and satisfied man. She came up to me and after hugging me tightly kissed me affectionately on my lips thanking for the delicious afternoon that I had given her. I smiled at her telling her that this evening and that "unconventional sex" were the best things that happened in my life during recent years. "We can repeat it whenever you want, my dear" - Sandra said those words with a huge inviting smile on her lips (and what lips!), sounding more like a promise than an invitation. I smiled half-heartedly and without knowing what to say <unk> after all that afternoon deserved to be repeated many times <unk> just thanking him once again. I paid the motel bill and waited for Sandra to leave first, then walked back into my car. I was driving home because there's no point in wanting to return to the office that day (you lose one way but you win another!), when my phone vibrated inside my pocket announcing a text message; it was "the girl of the scam"; her message was short and objective: <unk>E aí! You won't talk to me anymore! When I stopped at a traffic light, I responded to the message by cleverly typing so as not to waste any more time with that tramp. I sent the message which said: "Goodness! No my darling, I can't be good since you were climbing all afternoon and wants to know what else - damn it!" I continued my journey while the phone vibrated madly lying on the car seat. I ignored the various messages that came because I knew where they all originated from. When I was close to home, I opened the mailbox and found there were about twenty (!), ... but in the end it was Sandra's last one. Curiosity made me open up eager to read her. I was extremely happy with this message which made my day a very special day. "Hey, sweetie! I hope you enjoyed our afternoon because I loved it. I want more, see? When you want to dominate or be dominated, call me then! And make sure that you don't forget about me, 'cause I won't, ... macho delight!" Before entering the house I was thinking that wrong connections can sometimes be very wrong, ... or even quite right!