Trevor, I have to tell you a story.
(Those are the first words I read in my email from my cyber friend Rene. She and I have never met, but we have great cyber and phone sex and have become each other’s confidante, sharing nearly every thing with each other, all the way from our innermost fantasies to the birth of our sons, her first and my third, who were born on the same day, about seven months ago. Rene never holds back, and from her first sentence, I knew I was in for a great story.)
I work with a guy, Jeff, who wants me. He knows what nights I work and what hours, so every night that I am there he calls or comes in to see me. Tuesday night he called and said, “Your voice makes my cock hard, Rene,” which made me quiver all over. So here I am, sitting at my desk with my boss in the very next room and I am wet beyond belief at the thought of Jeff in his car with his cell phone in one hand and his hard throbbing cock in his pants.
Then he tells me he wants to kiss me and asks me if he can the next time he sees me. He chuckles before giving me time to reply, which is good because I didn’t really know how to answer.
About fifteen minutes later, he pops into work and the first thing he says is, “God, Rene, you look hot tonight.”
“Thanks,” I say shyly, but also with great confidence. Kind of cocky of me, I guess.
“Have you done something different with your hair?”
“Nope,” I said, although I have brushed it a bit in hopes that he would be coming to see me.
“Nice sweater,” he says. It’s a little green woolen Structure sweater that stops just above the waist of my pants and when I move it rises so you can see my bellybutton and the ring in it.
“Thanks,” I say, “I’m glad you like it.”
“It makes your breasts look fuller and more enticing than usual.”
I can’t help but wonder where is this going.
He says, “Where is your husband tonight?”
“Billy’s at home,” I say, “With our son.”
He says, “So you don’t really like Billy all that much, do you?” and smiles while he is saying it.
“Oh yes, I do, sometimes I think I even love the man.” Of course I do.
“Oh, too bad,” and then he says, “Well good seeing you, Rene. Hope to see you soon.”
He had me so turned on from our phone conversation that if he would have made a move I would have gone right along. Too bad for him that he wimped out. He is older than me, probably five years or so, maybe 35-ish and fairly good looking, not “Trevor in a black tie” good looking, but nevertheless he is quite fuckable.
(Reading that makes me smile. She is talking about a picture I sent her of my wife and me at a black tie affair and how aroused it made her seeing me. In fact, she built a whole phone sex story around that picture and my cock twitches every time I look at the picture on my wife’s dresser. I have to wait two days to hear what happened next.)
Part 2: We have snow this morning.
Yuck. Actually, though, it’s the pretty kind, white and fluffy, but still, yuck.
Jeff has a huge cock. (Again, she jumped right in and I knew this would be worth the wait.)
He came to see me again last night after talking with me on the phone. As usual he had me describe to him what I was wearing. He told me his cock was hard before he even dialed my number, but when I told him I wasn’t wearing panties under my black pants, he told me his cock jumped. I laughed and said, “Good.”
He asked, "Why that was good?"
“Because I like making you hard, Jeff. I love knowing what I do to you and I like picturing you behind the wheel of your car all uncomfortable and with a big hard on.”
“You got that right,” he said.
“Got what right?”
“The big part,” he said.
“Oh yeah? How big?” I asked.
“Wanna see just how big you make me, devil woman?”
Before I could stop myself, the words were out of my mouth, “I’d love too.”
“Be there in less than five minutes.”
Five minutes seemed like five hours. I couldn’t wait to see what was going to happen next. I was so fucking nervous, but much too excited to worry. While I waited for him, I put on some lipstick and fixed my hair, then I straightened my clothes. I was actually dying to take my clothes off, but, well you know, I didn’t.
I heard the elevator ding and then heard him walking towards my desk. I didn’t look up, me playing hard to get.
He said, “Stand up, Rene.” And I did.
“Prove you're not wearing any panties,” moving closer and closer as he talked.
“How?”
“Show me,” he commanded.
“Uh no, you have something to show me, remember?” I answered with both quivering voice and body.
“Stop teasing and show me, you little devil woman,” grinning as he spoke.
“You started it, Jeff.”
(Her next line kills me: I’m sorry Trevor, but I need to get myself and my son ready to go see my parents in the morning.
