Call Me

Transcript

It's been two days since I left Sarah in her apartment, and I can't stop thinking about her. Her soft lips, the way her tongue felt playing with mine, her moans and whimpers, her body pressing against mine, and that wicked smile. It's playing on repeat in my head.

I can't forget the way she smiled at me after blowing me, the way she clung to my hand as she left the stairwell, the way she bit her lip and looked me over. I've never been this hung up on a girl, especially considering I've been waiting for a text back since I got home from our heated moment. On Monday, after a long meeting, I sit down to update my notes and work on some spreadsheets.

While I'm glancing at the clock to count down the rest of the day, my phone buzzes. I grin when I see it's a playful text from Sarah, and I shoot her one back. We text back and forth for a while.

Luckily, my boss is already gone, so I don't have to hide the fact that I'm completely wrapped up in my phone. I'm hung on every message she sends, every dirty promise and description that makes me want to get my hands on her. She sends a winky face and then tells me how wet she gets any time she thinks about me, which makes me hard instantly, just thinking about how eagerly she blew me in the stairwell.

When I think about how anyone could have walked in on us, it all drives me insane, honestly, the recklessness of it all. That might have been what started the sexting. I'm so wrapped up in our conversation, I almost forget to clock out for the day.

I tell her I have to drive, but to send me anything she wants, and I'll respond when I get home. My phone goes off no less than five times on my 15-minute drive. As soon as I'm inside, I look and nearly lose my mind.

She sent pictures. First of her in her underwear posing for me, then a tease, her bra almost off, but not quite all the way, her bra completely off, dangling from her finger with her arm wrapped around her breasts, then her ass, barely covered by her lacy panties. I take a picture of my hard cock, my hand squeezing it through my slacks and send it back to her.

My phone buzzes and I see her name flash across the screen, I pick up the phone and wait to hear her voice. I miss you, Travis. I miss our conversation, kissing you on the stairwell.

I want to see you again soon. I'm aching for you. That night was just a tease.

I know. I want you. Tell me how.

Sarah? Use detail. I'm sorry.

I showed you what I'm wearing, Travis. Just those panties. Fuck.

I'd like to tear them off you with my teeth. Is that all you want? No, baby.

Are you in bed? Yes, on my back. I'm pinching and rubbing my nipples.

I try to imagine it, her delicate fingers teasing and tugging her nipple, cupping her breasts. I lick across my bottom lip. Picture my mouth on you, baby, my tongue across your nipple as I suck and bite you gently.

What else? Rub yourself through your panties softly. Tell me how wet you are.

I'm so wet for you, Travis. I want you so badly. More, baby.

I want you to kiss and lick every inch of my body. When I feel your tongue on my clit, will you finger me? Until I come, and then I need to feel you inside me.

Good girl. You're not allowed to come yet. Are you touching yourself? Yes.

I miss your cock so much. I know. If I were there, I'd strip you bare, grab you by your thighs and devour your pussy.

I'd lick and suck your clit, finger you until you come, then slowly kiss up your body, watching you squirm. One finger, baby. Slide one finger into your pussy.

Her soft whimper tells me she's obeyed. Good girl. Rub your cock for me.

Make your hand nice and tight like I did. I drag my boxes down and lick my palm before wrapping my hand around my cock. I groan as I tighten it, trying to remember the same pressure she used.

My hand is rougher, but thinking of her keeps me hard as a rock. I focus on her moans, remember her face, her pink cheeks when she was down on her knees, and I swallow the groan threatening me. Tell me how your pussy feels, baby.

Give me details. I'm wet and tight and. ..

Oh, fuck, that feels so good, Travis. Better than my fingers? No.

Oh, you're so much better. Faster, baby. Fuck your pussy faster.

Travis. She moans my name and my dick actually twitches in my hand. I'm stroking my cock for you, Sarah.

I'm thinking of you over there. Fucking your pussy like I want to. I drop my head back.

Even just thinking of her has me this close to the edge. Fuck, I need to feel you. I'm so close.

Please, Travis. Almost, baby. Hold out a little longer.

Put me on speaker so you can play with your tits too. That feels so good. I know, Sarah.

I want to be inside you. You and me both. I bite my lip as my hips raise off the couch to meet my hand harder.

She goes all out. I can even hear how wet she is as she fingers herself harder. She pants my name, whimpers, moans.

Each sound brings me closer to my own orgasm, especially as I close my eyes and picture her naked body writhing as she gets closer and closer to coming. Yes, baby. Fuck.

Goddamn. Her voice does me in. I come into my hand, groaning as I do.

Mmm. Mmm. We pant together and I laugh once, smiling as I shake my head.

Damn, Sarah. You're amazing. Just wait till we see each other again.

I need to see you soon. I'm not patient, Travis. Neither am I.

How about Friday? It's a date. Oh, it's definitely going to be something.

I promise that. Are you sure you don't want to go another round? I'm more than happy to listen to you if you want to, sweetheart.

Or you can send me a video. No. The first time you see me naked is when you can touch me.

Then Thursday? She laughs, saying that Friday is better. Good.

Then you can come over here. We'll have dinner and see where it goes. Without worrying about roommates.

That sounds perfect. I don't know how I'm going to survive until then. I get home the same time every day.

And I'm more than happy to do this again. We'll see. Either way, I'll see you Friday.

Bye, Travis. With that, we hang up and I clean up in the shower. Once I get out, I find another picture from Sarah.

It shows her in the shower. Bubbles covering her breasts as her hand covers her pussy. I groan and send her a picture of me in a towel.

Then I text her. Friday is going to be fine.