Velvet Touch: 02/01/2011

My research partner and I have become aware that some of my more recent posts have got a little off track. Recent I hear you laugh? Yep, it has been a while since I have posted. The only thing I can say in my defence is that a lot has been happening. I will give you a clue, this blog tells the story of some areas of my life. However there are stories within and around these stories and one day, not promising, I might just get round to telling all. But for now I am sticking to telling stories about my phone sex life because those are the one's that put a smile on my face. They are the ones I love to think about, plan, execute, dress up for and tell you all about as my knickers get more than a little wet.

With this in mind my research partner and I chatted. During the course of this chat we accepted that due to recent pressures we had become just a mite bit lazy. That we were no longer engaging in the role play we once did. Don't get me wrong the ideas were always there. Indeed a long list of fantasies were in place to play out and indulge in. It was just a matter of neither one of us having the mental energy to select a fantasy, pick a scene, play a character and run with the sexual high jinx that would ensue.

However, now that life is back on more of an even keel the naughty minx in me has emerged with a renewed thirst for word bound sexual adventure. This has not escaped the attention of my research partner. After we discussed the idea of getting back into the role play swing of things it was firmly agreed that we should as it has been so much fun in the past. After this conversation he called me the next day. He called wondering if I had any thoughts as to what we should do next. That's always been a dangerous question to ask me, have you had any thoughts? I told him I had. I told him that I had just the right outfit for the scenario I had in mind. That I would like for him to pretend to be an American football player to my cheerleader. That I, as this cheerleader, during the course of my cheers and tricks would watch him intently on the field. I would not take my eyes off him as he tackled for the ball and ran hard and fast to avoid being tackled himself. As he got hot and sweaty, muscles aching from the physical force of his exertion, I would be shaking a whole lot more than my pom poms to get his attention. Not that I,of course, would get his attention at this point. He'd been a man on a mission, playing hard to produce the touch downs his team needed to be victorious.

As I told my research partner due to his inattention to her in his football player role the cheerleader would decide that more direct action was needed by her. She planned to get exactly what she wanted and exactly what she wanted was him. Just like he had been focused on scoring touchdowns she was intending to score herself. As he washed away the mud and sweat from his big hard muscular body as he showered after his triumphant game, letting the hot water fall over every inch of his imposing manly frame, soothing his tight muscles the cheerleader would watch and wait in anticipation. She would hide where no one could see her in a dark corner of the shower room. Here she would sit drinking in the sight of his hard huge body, feeling her clit swell and her pussy ache as she played quietly, feeling its wetness and her lips becoming thick and responsive to her touch. Here she would discreetly sit, her desire for him growing and intensifying as she waited for the rest of his team to leave. She wanted the rest of the team to fuck off so she could join this particular American football player in the shower, where they would be all alone in the midst of the steam and the heat of flowing water. Him getting clean was making her mind race with incredibly dirty thoughts, stroking her clit in slow circles was the only thing preventing her from pouncing on him sooner than intended.

And of course when his team did depart she approached him without a word. She let the water from the shower fall onto her, its heat mirroring the heat from her own body, drenching her tight cheerleader uniform so it clung to her slim curvy athletic body. As the hot flow of water made her uniform transparent, her hard nipples and the shape of her pert upright tits were made visible. This naughty cheerleader, in silence lowered her head and took the football player's cock whole into her mouth sucking deeply and firmly, her eyes fixed on his face as he closed his eyes and moaned in pleasure. Her hand moved from around his waist where she had gripped onto to his flesh so she could suck hard on his ever hardening cock. Her hands moved towards his arse. She continued to suck hard as her hands moved lower purposefully, They squeezed deeply against his arse until she was massaging his flesh and gently slipped a finger inside. The intensity of his pleasure as a consequence of her playful hands and eager tongue was felt in her mouth as his cock twitched over and over again with delight.

At this point my research partner insisted that I stop telling him about my plans, because he was working, he told me that he now had a raging hard on which ordinarily would be fine but for the fact he had important people to speak to through the course of his job. As I said he did ask me to tell him what my thoughts had been, I had only done what he asked. I thought he would have appreciated my obedience and my new found willingness to follow orders. However, to be fair maybe on that particularly occasion it was amusing for me to wind him up sexually given the night before he had declared I was putty in his hand. Maybe so, I don't deny it. But two can play that game. And its not like I didn't feel a little bit sorry for him, left helpless, with a huge hard on, having to give the veneer of professionalism to the people he had to talk to. I have sympathy, I have recently discovered that it would probably be quite hard for my research partner to hide an erection. In all the time we have been friends he has always told me he doesn't have a big cock, OK, I thought, thank you for sharing. However, he took it upon himself a few weeks back to send me a picture of his cock when he was hard. All I will say on the subject is lying bastard, it is HUGE! That picture did go some way to explaining his sexual confidence, he has always been, excuse the pun, cocksure and now I know why.

Now I know that it may sound strange to people who are reading that a male friend would send a female friend such a photograph. But in my world, amongst my circle of friends, it is not in the least bit strange. Lots of my male friends have sent me such pictures, indeed requests for feedback from a girls perspective are not uncommon. I think half the time the men in my life do so in order that I will return the favour and send them pictures of my pussy. For the final time boys, IT'S NOT HAPPENING. You will just have to take me at my word that it is super tight and ace in general. Not even if I get my clit pierced, which I have decided I pretty much am doing at some point, am I passing out photos.

Anyway, light hearted games to one side, yes I did leave my research partner with a hard on and horny thoughts to drive him to distraction with. But I did promise faithfully I would pick up where I left off with the fantasy later on that evening. And I am one girl who is as good as her word. So when we spoke later into the night I retold the fantasy to my research partner, reminding him exactly what it felt like to be in the shower room after the game, what it was like to be silently seduced by a horny cheerleader who wanted nothing more than to feel his cock in her mouth and to have his hard muscular body pressed against her. As she sucked his cock hard deep and fast, her finger in side his arse he was helpless and horny, body shaking, cock quivering as the commanding single-minded cheerleader sucked him to orgasm, enjoying the taste of his cum filling her mouth. The first touch down of this sexual game but by no means its last.

As the cheerleader released his cock from her mouth the American football player peeled away her wet uniform from her body. As he scooped her up, her naked wet tits were pressed tightly against his hard ripped chest. As she wrapped her legs around his waist, her pussy aching to be touched, licked and fucked. He whispered in her ear 'your turn.' Those words alone made her gush. He took her to the locker room and sat her on a bench. Here he ran his hands over her glistening tits and moved his hands down her small slim body until he was touching her pussy lightly over her knickers, feeling the heat of her eager cunt. He slipped a finger inside her knickers, felt her hot juice on his fingertips, enjoying the sensation of the silky sweet juice as it covered and ran down the length of his fingers. As he touched her swollen hard clit she screamed with pleasure. Her eyes pleaded with him to peel away her panties and to run his tongue all over her pussy. He did so, tasted her sweetness, felt the heat of her cunt on his face and as he licked her clit he slid a finger lower to her arse, teasing her with light touches until she was ready to have that finger inside, to have the intensity of those sensations made her pussy beg to be fucked. For his second hard on to be used to fuck her hard with, to bend her over and slam her rough from behind. To make her squirt so that her juices ran down the length of his cock and were felt on his balls. To cum hard, to be satisfied and to be exhausted by the intensity of the pleasure experienced by both.

By this point in the scenario my research partner and I had cum more than once. We were quite convinced that the mental effort required to engage in role play, acting out different characters was, as we should never forget again, worth the effort because the sexual get off is more intense. I encourage everyone to try phone sex and/or to experiment with role play. Take my word for it, it is good. Especially if like me you are abusing 02 unlimited and therefore costs nothing more than a £15 a month top up.