The Phone Call

It was the wee hours of the morning when I was awakened by the ringing of my cell phone.
I can't believe I left my phone on, I usually turn it off as soon as I get home, but I forgot that night.
- Hello... - I answered sleepy.
- Whitey, did I wake you?
- Did you...?
Whitey, what a lazy voice, were you asleep?
- Yes, I was.
- I didn't know if I should call you or not...all right?
What about you?
- Well... but with missing...
- Do you miss me?
- Yes... to hear your voice... you know I love to hear your voice...
I felt more comfortable in my bed, just in my underwear, and jogging.
I had a sensitive body. It was always like this when I heard his voice.
I felt a nice chill and the hot humidity moistening my panties.
We talked a little bit about our day-to-day, but the subject started to heat up and change focus.
We were friends, very friends... but something always took us in the other direction.
After a few minutes of conversation and noticing the hoarse and low tone of his voice, I stretched my arm out towards the lampshade on the mute servant beside the bed, and put it out.
- What was that, Whitey?
- The lamp, I just turned it off.
- Ah, Whitey... you wake up a little bit... and I'm holding you.
I just wanted to stay in the dark, that's all.
His voice came out in a low, hoarse whisper.
- Why is that?
- Not at all.
- Little white girl.
- I just wanted to be more comfortable, that's all.
- Little white girl.
I answered in a low, hoarse voice, the moisture growing between my thighs.
- Is he having one of his little games?
- Yes, you are.
- With or without a bra?
- With... with half a cup...
If I were you, I'd run my fingers through your breasts, find a nipple and play with it until I was ready.
I squeezed my thighs against each other... the excitement rising, wetting the bottom of my panties, the pussy contracting, swelling... begging to be fully filled.
- Get ready for my mouth, my tongue... Cranky, leave your bra where it is and pinch yourself for me... as if your self were nibbling through his lace.
I pressed my thumb and forefinger, the nipple between the two, the effect was less than a suction, but good enough; for I repeated the pinching and arched myself in bed, moaning his name.
- That... that little white girl...
- Now... what do I do? <unk> I felt wet, my thighs throbbed, my breasts bruised and my beak stiff.
- Aaaa Whitey... I wanted to be there with you... - he groaned, making me wetter.
- You're with me. You're...
- Once again...open to me... once again... <unk> as he groaned his name loudly again, he was quick with the next request.
- Climb the racetrack, for me... spread your legs... - breathing heavily.
I left my cell phone beside me on the bed, and I quickly picked up my racket, stroking my body as if it were his hands, and then I picked up the cell phone.
- Hello, are you still there?
- Yes... I want you to caress yourself, think of me and caress yourself, start from the thighs... imagine it's me...
- Oh, yeah.
- I wanted to be able to smell you ... lick your pussy, feel your honey in my mouth and tongue ... put my tongue and lick you all ... stick me in the middle of your thighs and lick me in your honey. White girl ... aaa White girl, my dick is hard here and all drooling by you ... I wanted your mouth, your mouth in it, sucking, sucking it very tasty ... that mouth that teases me.
- Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...what a boner....I'm so wet...yes I want your mouth, your tongue...eat me, fuck her...I want to roll in your mouth, feel the rushes of your tongue inside me.
- Whitey... I wanted to be there with you... you know what I'm doing?
I was moaning from a hard-on, I could feel my honey flowing... my pussy throbbing.
- I'm licking my lips... because I'm thinking about me, doing everything I want, and I just told you... Slide your hand under your panties and tell me what you find.
Oh, my God, I'm soaking wet.
He groaned, and I felt a shiver of excitement come over me as I listened to his gasping breath.
- Caress yourself... and imagine that it's me... that it's my hand, my fingers...
Doing what he asked me to do and imagining him doing it, I had a strong orgasm, spreading my body all over the bed, moaning his name.
I'm pulsating here and all drooling. Can you hold the phone between your ear and your shoulder?
- Yes, I think so. My body was soft.
Take your panties, with both hands, stretch tightly, then pass between your thighs, front to back, the fabric between your folds.
I laughed.
- You want me to turn her on, jerk her off?
His breathing became more wheezy.
- That... that Whitey... my little whore... bitch...
- You son of a bitch!
- A bath of your tongue and your mouth, it might help me... What do you say?
- Yes, you are.
He laughed.
I love that word on your lips, whitey, what are you waiting for?
And that's what I did.
With the cell phone in my ear and between my shoulders, now lying on my stomach, with one hand stretching out my panties I masturbated, feeling the tissue rubbing my folds already ground from the previous orgasm, but again wet....
With my eyes closed, I imagined his body on mine, his erect, mushy dick poking and prodding... as the friction grew stronger...
I was moaning on my cell phone, and I could hear him too.
And by his moaning his altered breathing, he was about to mock as I did.
The fabric of the panties would sink into my sex, touching all the right places.
He would gasp and tell me:
- That's... that's... that's... whitey... move... roll... let me hear how you're enjoying...
I was riding in a world of sensations, his moans, his words, exciting me more and more, until I enjoyed one, and another, with my eyes closed, imagining his body inside me pounding endlessly, his voice in my ear, his moans.
I'm going to...
And we made fun, I made fun once more and now together with him.
Our groans in unison...
Defiant, completely soft, satisfied, relaxed
A deep sigh came out of my mouth.
- Oh, my God.
- Yes, we are.
- Yeah, I... I responded softly after the orgasms.
- Sleep well and dream with me.
Written by Ayesk@