Page 3 of Wrong Number, Right Silver Fox
We give each other a bro-hug, and I watch him walk toward his car. He's got some horribly expensive car that screams mid-life crisis. I should have taunted him about that instead of caving in so easily like I just did.
I lock up and go to my home office. I pull out the papers and start in on my grading. After about an hour, I take a break and sit down on my office sofa. I shouldn't lie down because I'll fall asleep and regret it in the morning.
At my age, sleeping on the sofa will give me aches and pains for the foreseeable future. So I just turn on the TV and surf through the channels. When my phone rings at eleven, I almost panic. Who calls at this late hour? It's an unknown number, so I pick it up.
"Hello?"
No one answers, and I wonder if it's a prank call.
"Hello?"
I don't know what keeps me on the line, but I just wait, saying hello over and over again. Am I that lonely that I'm willing to have a conversation with a stranger? I shake my head and decide to close the connection when a lovely voice answers me.
"Hello, sexy. Where have you been all my life?"
"Who is this?"
"Does it really matter? Your voice is the hottest thing I've ever heard. Say something dirty to me."
"I don't know who you are or what you look like, but my cock just sprang up for attention."
"Tell me more."
Chapter 3
Emily
This stranger just opens up to me. This sexy voice on the other side of my phone has been aroused by my words, and that just makes my own juices start flowing. I walk over to the door and lock it just in case, and wait for him to continue the naughty conversation.
"But you're the dirty one. What's your name?"
"Call me Vixen."
OMG, did I just say that? What the heck am I doing? But his smooth-as-whiskey voice is making me hot for him and I don't want this conversation to end.
"So, Vixen. What are you wearing?"
"If you ask nicely, I could be naked."
"I'm not feeling nice right now. If I were there with you, I'd rip those clothes off until I could touch you everywhere."
"You savage! Are you going to ravish me?"
"Are you naked already?"
"Is that an order?"
"Yes, Vixen. It is."
His husky voice mixed with an authoritative tone absolutely does it for me, and I strip naked and then lie on my bed, phone to my ear.
"I'm at your mercy, Savage. My pussy aches for you. Tell me about your cock. Are you stroking yourself?"
"God, Vixen. You're such a tease. My cock is begging to be let out of my jeans."
"Unzip yourself and take it out. Stroke it and think of me grabbing you with my delicate hands. Show me exactly how you want me to pleasure you."
The line goes silent for a moment, and I panic. Did I go too far? But pretty soon, I hear his breathing against the phone.
