It was New Year’s Eve and I was settled warm and snug in my bedroom waiting for the phone to ring. I was dressed in my new favourite purple figure hugging dress. Just because I wasn’t going out to play didn’t mean I couldn’t look good. For whatever reason I like to make the effort for my phone sex sessions, to dress the part even though my research partner can’t see me. It helps me get into and stay in character.
The character I was playing this time was a girl at a New Year’s Eve house party who was to catch the eye of my research partner. So for this role play I pretended to dance the night away in the middle of a room, drink in hand, celebrating the forth coming New Year. At this point a stranger, my research partner spoke of staring at me, eyes buried into my flesh, watching intently as I shook my slim body in time to the music. For a while I imagined letting him stare at me, playing it cool, paying him no attention whatsoever as he undid my dress with his eyes to reveal a sleek set of black underwear. As my research partner got into character he told me he was imagining watching me, all smiles as I danced away, thinking that he liked my dress, a dress, he said, that would look good on his floor.
Not ready to take my dress off just yet I told my research partner he’d have to wait to hear me strip. I told him instead he needed to approach me, as the girl at the party and do his best to seduce me. This was the only way he was going to separate me from my dress and indeed my silky soft knickers. I was intrigued at this moment, curious to see what lines my research partner would use to chat me up. I know he has a particular strategy he has used in the past. This entails talking to girls and then whipping out his mobile phone to show the girl or girls in question a picture of his huge cock. Suffice to say for my research partner seduction consists of ‘how about it?’. Still on the plus side at least he is upfront about what he wants which is lots of hot and heavy sex in whatever form he can get it. I like this about him, his gruffness, and his ‘no beating around the bush’ mentality. Better that than a charmer, full of empty promises and deceit. I dated a charmer once and he broke my heart into a million pieces. He told me whatever he thought I wanted to hear, not because he meant a word of his professed love but so that he could keep me in his bed until someone better came along. Hindsight, as they say, is wonderful thing.
Still the misadventure of that relationship is a whole other story and not the one I am telling you now. The story I am telling you now is about my night of phone sex passion that took place in my bedroom last night. So I, in character, pretended to dance the night away, hot and glistening in the room of the party. In our imagination my research partner and I locked eyes passionately. As we watched each other we drank in the sight of each other, my inhibitions diminishing with each sip of my drink. Soon my research partner spoke of making his way over towards me, two glasses in hand, his approach capitalising on the fact I had nearly finished my drink. He handed the extra glass to me and told me I looked beautiful in my dress. It was a good chat up line, every girl, including me likes a bit of flattery especially if the giver of this flattery is hot which my dear friend happens to be. As we shared our drinks we imagined dancing together, hands wrapped around each other’s bodies, fingertips stroking one another’s flesh with lips meeting and deep, sensual, hot and heavy kisses shared. In character we broke from kissing, the air thick with anticipation, we held hands and led each other out of the room. We made our way into the hall and up the stairs to an empty bedroom. My research partner told me that he would lay me down onto the bed and bringing his body so it was close to mine, kissing my lips and then my neck. I love having my neck kissed, to feel smooth lips on my skin and hot breath on my flesh, sensations that make my spine tingle and pussy ache.
By this point in the role play my dress was hitched up around my waist and I had my rabbit toy pressed hard against my clit. As I got wetter and wetter my clit throbbed, aching with anticipation as the role play continued. As we kissed and kissed in our imaginations my research partner slid his hand down my dress and undid my zip, pulling the material over my head to reveal acres of bare skin to discover and explore. My research partner spoke of touching my entire body and I told of my desire to undress him, to undo the buttons of his shirt, stroking his hard muscular chest and for my hands to gently pull at the material of his clothes to release his body from its fabric confines. Soon I described my hands moving lower, fingers stroking his thighs and lightly touching his hardening cock. As I was imagining touching his cock he told me how he would stand up from the bed, taking my legs and pulling my whole body to the edge so that he could lick my aching wet cunt, slipping off my knickers so that he could take his tongue and run the tip all of my clit, enjoying the sweet taste of my hot burning juice. As he talked of licking my clit he said he would take his fingers and push them deep inside of me, hard back and forth so that I moaned hard with pleasure and delight. His hot breath against my pussy driving me wild with lust.
Now I was possessed with desire. My toy was slammed hard against my clit and as my pussy began to squirt with thick hot sticky juice I knew I would come from clit play alone. I did as my research partner instructed and rode out the intensity of my ever building orgasm. The more I played the more I was over whelmed by the sensation that I was going to piss myself. It was strange but I was so turned on I just had to carry on using my toy to play with my clit. My screams got louder as did the moans of my research partner, his groans tipping me over the sexual edge as I continued to play with my rabbit eyes rocking gorgeously against my clit. I needed something inside me, something filling my cunt as I was about to come in place of the big hard cock I desired. I used my fingers that slid effortlessly inside my soaking wet pussy. Fingers inside me, toy on my clit, my body rocked up and down as I fucked myself hard, the need to piss was growing ever more intense, ever more urgent but I didn’t care as I screamed with pleasure, I didn’t care if I pissed out an entire pool of sweet hot cunt juice. I just went with it, rode the pleasure waves as they came thick fast and hard, flooding my body and making me shake. All I wanted to do was fuck myself, to hear my research partner down the phone line wank his cock hard as he got closer and closer to coming.
In time we both dramatically exploded, coming one after the other with immense sexual satisfaction. I did piss so much cunt juice that there were wet thick stains on my bed sheets but as my body floated on a soft fluffy post orgasm cloud I didn’t care. I was in utter bliss, starting the New Year with a fantastic bang bang and I fully intend to have started the New Year as I mean to go on.
Happy New Year!
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