We shouldn’t cross this line. I know it. My husband is completely supportive, but yours? Still, I can’t imagine telling you no. I want you just as much as you want me. We’ve danced around the subject many times. So, we exchange phone numbers and I hold my breath, while desire ripples through every part of me.

I smile as my phone rings and I see your name on the Caller ID display. I answer on the second ring, excitement coursing through my veins. Up till now, we’ve only communicated via messaging or text. But here we are, about to hear each other’s voices.

“So, my little cable guy story got you all worked up?” I ask, knowing full well that it did. And why wouldn’t it? All of my stories seem to get your motor running.

“Very!” you answer without hesitation. “Do you mind?”

Your Aussie accent is so fucking hot.

“Do I mind that it got you worked up? Not at all!”

After a pregnant pause, you cut to the chase. “Kat... we've done the innuendo thing. I think about you a lot.”

My reply is deliberately blunt. “Yes, we have, and yes, I think about you a lot, too. I feel a spark every time we talk. I want to see you, be with you, touch you…”

“I'd like that, and we’ll make it happen someday, gorgeous. But right now, I just need to cum, and…”

I laugh, “Dani, do you need me to help you cum?” I find it humorous how horny and needy you are, and I’m glad you don’t hesitate to ask for what you need.

“You already have helped a bit with your story... but yes, let’s move past all the flirting and...”

“Do you need my red hair between your legs?” I interrupt candidly.

“Oh, God, yes! Please!”

“Mmm, it would be my pleasure, Dani. Picture me there with you. My mouth plants soft, wet kisses on your inner thighs until I reach the prize I seek. My tongue swirls around your wet slit, creeping up to find your clit all needy and aching for release.”

“Oh, my God, Kat!”

“Should I stop?” I tease. 

“Nooo!” you cry, the urgency in your voice making me smile.

“Good! Because I don't want to stop. I want to make you feel good, better than good, in fact. I want to make you see God. I want to lick your pink folds open gently, tease you, and taste you. God, I imagine you tasting so sweet!”

You moan loudly, sending a shiver down my spine. After the many instances of provocative chatter, I’m finally going to make you cum for me. It’s a heady feeling, and it’s making me wet.

“Feel my finger as it slips inside you.”

“More fingers, Kat. I need…”

“I know what you need. Two fingers now, sliding slowly in and out.”

“Fuck yes! More, Kat, please! I’m so fucking close.”

I raise an eyebrow that you can’t see. It seems my story had acted like a fluffer, getting you ready for me. But then, again, they were my words, weren’t they?

I continue, seduction dripping from my voice. “I add another finger, three now, impaling your drenched pussy while I alternate sucking on your clit and nibbling it softly.”

“Yesss!”

“Three fingers…ramming into you…sucking your clit…four fingers…you taste so fucking good!”

“Yesss!”

“Cum for me, Dani. Cum hard! Let me taste your juices as you flood my mouth with your sweet nectar.”

“Oh. My. Fucking. God! Yesss! Yesss! I’m gushing!”

“Feed me, Dani. God, you’re so fucking tender and delicious.”

I can hear you panting, unable to speak. I can even hear your heart beating wildly. No, wait…that’s my heart. Beating like an acoustic drum as I revel in the joy of bringing you pleasure.

Finally, you break the silence. “Thank you, Kat. I want to return the favor.”

“Next time, baby. Your alarm is about to go off,” I whisper, glancing at the time.

“I can’t leave you frustrated, darling Kat.”

“You aren’t. You couldn’t possibly. The fact that we finally moved beyond behaving and that you let me make you cum is something I’ve wanted for a very long time.”

“Me, too. But still…”

“Raincheck, Dani. I don’t want the alarm to go off, and then you have to explain…”

“You’re right, of course. But next time…”

“Next time, indeed, Future Girl.”

“I love when you call me that.”

“Well, it’s still today here in Florida, but it’s already tomorrow in Sydney, Future Girl.”

You giggle. The sound is so sweet. It evokes feelings I’d forgotten.

Don’t get me wrong. I love my husband, and I have no regrets about being married to a man. But just now, you reminded me how much I enjoy being with a woman. At least a woman like you. If only you weren’t a million miles away. Well, more like nine or ten thousand miles, but it might as well be a million. So far away…

If only I’d met you online before I visited your city a year earlier. Sometimes timing sucks.