Page 30 of A Little Harmless Pleasure

“Yessss.”

“Are you stroking yourself?”

“Yes.”

“Hmm, I wish I were there. I liked having your cock in my hand…in my mouth.”

Jesus. A rush of heat pumped to his cock and left his balls aching. He shifted his weight, leaning back. Remembering what was going on and where he was, he grabbed the towel on his desk and placed it over his shirt.

“Are you about to come?”

“No.”

“That’s good. I’m lying here naked. I had a nightshirt on when you called, but I can’t help touching myself when I hear your voice.”

He had died and gone to heaven. Holy God. “Tell me more. Tell me what you want me to do, what you would like to do.”

“I wish you were here. Then I could have your hands on me.”

“Hmmm.” He was getting close.

“Don’t come yet, Chris. I’m not there yet. I’m wet, but…not there.”

Oh Lord, she was masturbating with him. This was something he never expected, and for that reason alone it was doubly arousing.

“Are you still stroking?”

“Yes.”

“You know what I want? I want to taste you again. I want to take your cock in my mouth, suck you, lick you.” With each comment, her voice had grown thinner, breathier. He could tell she was close. “I’d love to have your mouth on my…pussy. Eating me while I suck you.”

He curled his toes inside his shoes, trying to hold off like she asked, but it was getting harder by the second. Every nerve in his body was on alert, the tension growing, stretching him thinner. He imagined her spread out on her bed, her hand on that pretty pussy, her fingers slipping into herself.

“Oh, yes. Yes. Baby. Chris, honey, now. Come now.”

He was already pumping himself, driving toward his orgasm. His balls tightened, his head spun. The next instant, he exploded.

“Cynthia!”

He continued to pump as he blew his load. The hot liquid landed on the towel he’d laid on his stomach as his body went rigid. Slowly, he relaxed, his muscles now weak from the exertion. He closed his eyes, his body gradually coming down. For several moments, the only sound on the line was their heavy breathing.

“Cynthia?”

“Yes, Chris?” Her voice held no embarrassment, no recriminations. Just complete and utter satisfaction.

“I would have tried this six weeks ago if I had known you were into phone sex.”

She laughed. The sound had him smiling. He had a feeling she didn’t laugh that often, and each time he heard the sweet sound, something shifted in his chest.

“I’ve never been before.”

He opened his eyes and noticed the time. “Damn, honey, I gotta get back to work. Dinner rush is about to start.”

“I understand. And I have to get to bed.”

“I’ll give you a call tomorrow.”

“Hmm.” She paused. “I might be out of range about this time tomorrow, but I’ll call you back if you miss me.”

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