‘This is a man's world, this is a man's world, but it would be nothing, nothing without a woman or a girl’. It was my ring tone, the song blurted out loudly from my phone that was buried at the bottom of my bag. It was early afternoon and the sun was blazing, burning my skin as I did my garden in just short shorts and a vest top. My skin was turning red and I was hoping with more sunshine it would morph into an olive brown tan. A nice tan, I decided, would look good against my dark hair and even darker green eyes.
As I struggled to retrieve my phone from the labyrinth of compartments that is my handbag I knew who was calling. After pulling out a lip gloss, not what I wanted, and pushing past my keys and purse I found my phone as it vibrated away, the ringtone getting louder and sounding more urgent. I was right, it was my research partner calling and I knew what he wanted before I pressed the green button on my phone to accept the call. Once I answered my phone we exchanged cheery hellos and quickly my research partner got to the point of his call. As I suspected he was calling to book himself in for a phone sex session later on, in the evening, when the sun had gone, when it was cooler and crucially when he had finished work. I agreed to his request and we continued our brief chit chat about nothing in particular. We talked for a while about the glorious sunshine, how we were both hot, both working on our tans, him having more success than I as he is naturally dark skinned. He was quick to point out he wasn’t just hot from the blazing burning sunshine but also from the permanent horniness that is in his makeup. I have taken to calling him ‘frisky’ because he is after sex in one form or another. It is exhausting being his phone fuck as he is insatiable but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
So no, I didn’t mind my research partner’s call, it was a welcome distraction from doing my gardening in the searing heat. Bruises on my knees were testament to how long I had spent bent over, on my hands and knees, crawling the floor on top of stones and gravel forever pulling out a mass of never ending weeds. It was my own fault, through my neglect the weeds had thrived and flourished in my back garden. So no, I didn’t mind this booty call at all. A good hard phone fuck would be a fun way to end a perfect sunny day. In fact, I began to look forward to it; the dull ache between my legs confirmed this. As I continued to chat to my partner in sexual misconduct I wished to be on my hands and knees once more, the way I had been in my garden, this time doing things that were decidedly more sordid and ever so naughty. A thought occurred to me, my research partner has turned me into a sexual deviant, engaging in role play, fantasy, phone sex with him and other girls, dressing up to strip off. I have even started to wonder and imagine what it would be like to be with another girl, what it would feel like to have my skin touched gently by a feminine hand. Yes, in the nicest possible way I am a sexual deviant now, eager to experiment and play, inspired and encouraged by the sexual adventurer that is my research partner. I have changed through this friendship, become something of a naughty minx and what’s more I am not entirely sure I don’t like it. I have never had so much fun sexually; it’s so much fun I have to share my tales which is why I write this blog.
The sun disappeared but the hot and heavy air remained in the twilight of the early evening. My research partner was due to call as soon as he finished work and had something to eat, eager to get up some sexual high jinks. I dressed in black knickers that felt silky and soft against my bare freshly shaved pussy. I also wore black hold up stockings and high heels. The hold ups felt good against my skin and they covered the bruises on my knees that I had incurred while gardening. I checked myself out in my full length wardrobe mirrors and I liked the reflection staring back at me, slim and tall with impossibly long legs I decided I looked like an expensive call girl. That’s a girl I thought, very glad I have lost 12 pounds recently, and it showed in that reflection, I looked good. With thoughts of looking like an expensive call girl fresh in my mind I decided the role play I wanted to play out with my research partner was one of the call girl and her client. Looking the way I did, all leg in glossy hold ups and expensive feeling knickers I wanted for both of us to pretend that he was paying for my time and my exquisite worth every penny sexual favours.
When the phone rang later that night with my research partner on the other end of the line he was happy to play along, to indulge me in this new fantasy. So here we were at the start of the fantasy, him paying for my time and titillation while I waited to be ordered around promising satisfaction for my high fee. He got the ball rolling by asking for a sex show, for me to lay on the bed and pretend I was touching and pleasuring myself for his viewing alone. I did as I was told and enjoyed stroking my nipples and squeezing my pert tits. He groaned as I described what I was doing, groaned deeper as I told him that I was touching my thighs with my fingertips, fingers feeling both smooth freshly tanned flesh and the soft lacy material of my black hold ups. I continued to do as I was told, enjoying performing for my paying ‘client’, enjoying the sounds of his excitement as I touched my pussy over the satin knickers I was wearing. The ache I felt earlier between my legs had returned, this time, half naked dressed for seduction, the ache was more profound and pronounced, it was deeper, harder, my pussy was now wet to the touch and wanted attention. My clit was hard and swollen and it felt divine stroking it side to side over my knickers, waiting for permission to peel the fabric away from my wet pussy. Waiting for this permission was a delicious tease, a delectable torture, I wriggled on the bed, enjoying the build-up, relishing the pressure building in my stomach and aching wet cunt. I was very much looking forward to my client’s next request.
As if reading my thoughts the next orders from my client came quickly. He wanted me off the bed and to move closer to him, to come to him and undo his belt, slipping off his trousers and underwear revealing his raging hard on. He wanted to play and I wanted to play along. So I described for him in rich dirty talk that I would take his balls in my hands and stroke them. And with my tongue I would lick them lightly teasing his cock as it twitched wildly. I described how I would run my fingers along his perineum finding a path to his ass as I sucked the head of his cock, lightly sucking until I was ready to take all of his huge cock into my mouth sucking deeply and tightly. This filthy talk excited my client; so far he told me I had been worth my high fee. I was turned on too by being such a naughty and seductive call girl. Hearing my client cum for the first time down the phone line I knew what I wanted next, I wanted to be fucked, and for the aching in my wet pussy to be satisfied, to feel my tight cunt filled. My mind flashed back to my gardening were I had been on my hands and knees, I knew as I stroked my clit I wanted to be in this position again. I bent over my bed and on my hand and knees I reached for my toy and began to fuck myself hard from behind.
The toy slipped into my pussy, the toy was new, fresh, powerful, pretty, pink and perfect .It vibrated well and it felt good as I pushed it inside my pussy, it felt even better as I began to pound myself with it. My panting and cries got my research partner going again; I could hear him furiously wanking as I slammed my toy in and out hard and fast. The pressure was building inside my stomach, the desire to piss becoming overwhelming, I wasn’t surprised when I squirted thick sweet juice and felt it flow down my toy to my fingertips. It felt good, better than good, cuming hard felt like a relief as much as a pleasure. The familiar floating feeling post orgasm engulfed me. I was thirsty from panting so hard and heavy but I was enjoying lying still on cushions of bliss, I was enjoying that feeling so much that I didn’t want to move to get a drink. My research partner orgasmed at the same time I did, the more phone sex we have the better he has got at timing his orgasm so that they coincide with mine. As he got off the phone so he could ‘clean up’ I reflected upon the day, as hot as the sunshine had been the evening had been even hotter. As I lay on my bed I was a very happy content girl and so I drifted off to enjoy a perfect eight hours of sleep.
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