Disclaimer: Do not read at work AND realize that some people are so narrow minded they are unable to see the beauty and magic of love wherever it exists whether it is between to women or not.
Synopsis: PWP. A fetish of sensuality with phone sex. It could happen to you.
God her voice made me so wet I used to call just to say wrong number.
It started when I was at work trying to locate an associate for my boss. He told me to call another Lawyer firm and contact a Ms. Hilary Williams. She was the regional secretary for the lawyer my boss wanted to meet. I called the firm and was transferred to 3 different people before this voice came on the line. She spoke to me.
"Hillary Williams speaking. How may I help you?"
My mind accepted the words and their meaning but my body heard that voice. Her husky, low toned, sensual, delicious crooning. She instantly transported me into a open all night, jazz club. A sexy singer in concert on stage, making the boys fall to pieces and the girls cry. Her voice held scratchy and rough but, smooth and liquid. Bourbon, no ice. I could hear her whispering, "fuck me" at the most crucial moment. My body felt caressed. My tongue grew hard and incapable of speaking. Notch one mark on the headboard for immediate turn-on for this babe.
I did manage to set up an appointment with her for my boss and I clung to every word she spoke. I confess I made her repeat things. She probably thought I was a damn lousy secretary. Why would someone be hired as a secretary if they couldn't take a note or two without having it repeated? Mentally I was very organized. The fantasy was playing. The woman was coming into vision. She was perfect. The right colors. Hair, skin, eyes wrapped up in a flawless package. She was fine wine and roses, chocolate and cherries, water dripping down skin slowly. Fantasies are always true inside the fantasy.
I hoped to hell I didn't sound idiotic. The phone call ended way to quickly. I was useless for three days.
The fourth day my boss asked me to make another appointment with Ms Williams and I'll confess I had been calling her Hillary to myself all week. I didn't recognize who he spoke of. He of course reminded me of the firm and mentioned that he thought he might be doing some work with them in the future. After swallowing without spit I agreed that the particular firm he mentioned had a great reputation through the grapevine. I don't know if I was trying to bolster his confidence toward the firm or if I'd give a kidney to hear her voice again. I wasn't thinking about it anyway. I was wondering if she was more than fantasy. Was she gay? Was she younger? Older? Did it matter? She was probably married with children. Maybe she was 20 years my senior and smoked like a chimney. I guess mentally stepping back was a bit safer when my heart was already pounding in my chest. Did the reality of "you're a shy person so you'll never find out anything about her in the first place" crop up a hundred times? You bet.
I sat at my desk in a semi daze of euphoric let down. Crash landing my thoughts into an old ugly hag with no potential. Dialing the number from memory to her direct line I waited impatiently to hear a different voice answer the phone and be told that it was Hillary out with laryngitis. I mean how could a voice like that be real? She spoke to me, again.
Her voice was sexier. I held my breath and tried to think of something non-sexual. Maybe lima beans or brussel sprouts. You have to chill at the thought of green vegetables. I think it's a law.
Chilling somewhat I spoke and she greeted me back. Taking the short message I was passing she began looking for a convenient time and day for another meeting between the two bosses. After scheduling my boss in with my handy dandy desk calendar I listened to her, sensual long fingers mentally visual to the pervert in me, tap on a computer keyboard. She asked if that was all I needed.
Before I could stop myself I told her "No!"
She paused on her end. I'm sure it was in surprise. I just couldn't think sensibly. I think I strained something trying to refrain from sounding like a complete freak..
"I'm sorry Hill...Ms. Williams but, I ...don't usually bother strangers this way. But, I just had to tell you ...that your voice is ...incredible" I blushed and turned white at the same time stuttering through my truthful explanation. I wonder what I looked like?
She didn't answer for a moment. My heart almost exploded. Then I heard a husky chuckle. It slithered over my skin like velvet. I shivered in response. I heard her breathing as my mind came back into focus. I felt I had to press my luck since I was already pushing my business career aside to risk it in such a nonbusiness like manner.
"I didn't mean to...well, I didn't mean to say...", I paused to gather my words not knowing how to explain my actions. I'm sure she didn't want to know about my body responding to her voice and how wet and excited I was from hearing her speak. I couldn't tell her that! I'd never have the courage. I drew a deep breath, which I'm sure she and her entire office heard. Plunging forward I quickly exploded my thoughts.
"I only wanted to tell you that your voice is very sexy! I'm sorry for bothering you! I won't do it again!" With the entire speech released I quickly muttered goodbye and hung up the phone. A mental slapping against my forehead continued as I chanted "Stupid, stupid, stupid."
I went through the rest of my day miserable. My boss noticed and told me I wasn't acting right. He suggested I take the rest of the day off. It was almost three o'clock. Nice guy! I transferred my frustration out on his lousy timing.
I agreed and closed up my computer and desk. Grabbing my coat and purse I stood to leave. My phone rang. I automatically reached over and grabbed it stating my name and company.
"You've been on my mind all day!" Hillary's sexy voice grabbed at me and weakened my knees. I fell back down in my chair immediately. She hadn't said anything else but that one statement and I didn't know what to say so I decided to wait!
"I didn't know how to reply to your remarks but I've had some time to think about it. In fact, that's about the only thing I've thought about today! So I've called to talk to you. Do you have time?" Her husky voice touched my body and soul.
I breathlessly stated I had been about to leave for the day. She sounded as if she were moving around and then she said, "Hang on a minute!" I bet if she had put me on hold for a decade I would have been found wasted into nothing dead from lack of sustenance. She was gone for a lifetime of 30 seconds when she came back and told me she was getting ready to leave work, too! I mentally sobbed in abject disappointment. I guess it came out as a defeated sigh right into the phone receiver.
"Would you mind if I called you at your home? I really want to talk to you about this or I'm never going to get an work done." She said, sounding like she was smiling. I must have babbled a positive response and agreed with gusto as she chuckled that husky sound again and my throat suddenly couldnt swallow. I choked out my home number and she said she would be home in about 30 minutes. We both agreed that she could call around 4 and then we said goodbyes. I set the handle down onto the receiver and saw my hands shaking with excitement. I hugged myself, tightly. What a voice!
I shivered with the anticipation of not knowing but hoping. My panties were already soaked from my excitement and imagination. I tried to tell myself that she was probably just going to call and tell me she thought I was strange and invasive and rude but, my body wouldn't listen to me.
A five minutes to 4 she called and I was holding the cordless phone in my lap as I listened to soft music, sipping wine. I thought the wine would relax me but, it was just enhancing my daydreams. She called right in the middle of one that was so delicious it made me want to touch myself. I had just reached into my panties and rubbed across my clit when the phone sprang to life. I groaned a the interruption but smiled at the surge of sexuality that rushed through me as her voiced made goose bumps rise on my skin. It was made more sensual as I realized she was being less professional when she talked. This was a good omen. Hopefully, I wasn't over analyzing anything.
She sounded as if she were a little embarrassed when she asked me if she could call me by my first name. I cursed at my thoughtlessness and introduced myself directly.
"I'm sorry! Please call me Jackie! May I call you Hillary?" I shook my head at my feelings of stupidity.
"Yes! Call me Hillary!" She replied sounding more at ease. I leaned back my head on the couch and closed my eyes to listen to her husky tones. My body was still humming with anticipation.
"Jackie would you tell me something about yourself? She asked, with no hesitations. I opened my eyes to stare blankly at the ceiling. I took a moment and thought of what I could tell her that would explain my interest in her. I stuttered through a brief history of being 30 years old, single and professionally heading in the right direction. I tried to think of a way to sound much less businesslike. She was quiet on the other end. I spied a collection of small crystal animals in one of my wall displays. Calming down somewhat I told her about them. It wasn't long before I was relaying some interests and dislikes about our fair city. She seemed to relax too as she added chuckles her and there. After 10 minutes of talking about my self I faded to listening to her breath. She commented on this after a minute had passed in silence. I managed to sound at ease with a slight chuckle and she laughed back. Taking the initiative I plunged in.
"What about you Hillary. Would you tell me about you?" I asked with a sudden hitch in my voice. She must have heard it as she let a low hum. I had to quit holding my breath at every little pause cause I was feeling lightheaded. Her voice remained husky and warm as she started to talk. My hand slid down to the edge of my panties as she talked. She kept to the same guidelines and I found out she was 5 years older than me, she had worked for her company 11 years, she was divorced and had 2 kids which were old enough now to not need much attention. She chuckled warmly into my ear as she said she had 3 plants, one with an attitude. My hand was entertaining my wetness and had teased across my clit many times already. I felt deliciously turned on just from hearing her talk about herself. Her last statement brought my out of my trance! She was bisexual!
My hand came out of my wet panties and I gripped the phone tightly as I started to stammer questions.
"Y..your bi..bisexual?"
"Yes!" She restated, and her smile was evident in her tone!
"Yy..you've been with another woman?" I managed to bravely ask!
"Yes, more than one!" Hillary voice grinned.
"Ohhh...."I paused to regroup and try a new tactic! "Could you tell me about your experience being with another woman?" I hoped she would, with every heartbeat pounding in my body!
"Well...hmmmm...let's see? I guess I could tell you about a girlfriend I was with in Colorado!" She began then paused. "But, Jackie....?"
"Yes?"
"Will you be listening or touching yourself?" Her deeply husky voice, suddenly sent a wave of heat over me. My wet pussy clenched at the sound and I shivered feeling my nipples go hard. I swallowed, audibly, the sudden nervous lump in my throat and tried to answer calmly.
"I will be doing both, Hillary!" I thought I sounded calm and bold. She just chuckled and said "Mmmm...this could be fun!"
I had never dreamed of doing this before but the sexual stimulation of her voice and her story was to good to be true. I have always wanted someone to whisper in my ear while we made love. It was a complete turnon to hear someone say, "Come for me!" I almost always did!
Hearing her husky voice tell me of a girlfriend a cabin in Colorado, a snowstorm, and a roaring fire complete with bearskin rug made me whimper. My fingers delved to the edge of my entrance but I hesitated. I was drowning. I let my fingers get busy with my clit and I only stuck a finger inside myself when she began to tell me of sucking on her girlfriend dark nipples. My mind imagined biting gently that turned to torchered arousal. I know voiced a moan with the vision of two women deep in a 69 position.
"Tell me what your touching Jackie?" She asked sensually at one point! I couldn't answer! I was tongue tied with excitement and panting as I stroked my swollen clit. She didn't pause long enough for me to answer anyway as she asked another question.
"Is your pussy wet? Soaking? Hot? Can I smell you in the room? Can I taste you?" I groaned in response. My dream was coming true over the phone. She was talking dirty to me. My jump up onto the edge of an orgasm caused me to gasp.
"Do you have your fingers inside you? Are you fucking your self? Moan for me, Jackie!" She continued in this way for a few minutes. Each question with a deeper and deeper tone of voice.
"Are you going to come?" She whispered, with urgency in her voice.
"So am I, Jackie! Come with me!" I heard her voice crack on her last sentence. The thought of her playing with herself while she had been talking put me over the edge. I arched my hips forward pressing my finger deeply into myself and fucked my clit with my hand. I moaned hearing her growl in return. I felt the pressure surge inside and I shouted, "I'm coming!" The phone dropped onto the couch pillow and I swam the tidal wave of intense pleasure falling into a very hard orgasm.
"Ummmm!" I grunted out as I felt the spasms inside flow in and through me. It was so wonderful and I was so ready for it. Pulsing heat surrounded my fingers. Wetness of my juices coated my skin. Bright flairs of color kaliascoped behind my shut eyelids. Pulses, wave upon wave.
I returned slowly. Sliding my finger out of my pussy I managed to ease the phone back into place. I heard her breathing on the other end of the phone and I regretted the day I gave up cigarettes.
"Mmmmm! That was delicious, Jackie. Did you enjoy it?" She asked as she chuckled into my ear. I grunted again with a small after shake of a spasm inside me. She chuckled, knowingly.
"Would you like me to call you again sometime?" She asked and laughed as I told her she had better.
We began speaking on the phone regularly and for a few months that was all we both needed. Last month she agreed to meet me. I would have arranged it before this but I didn't want to pressure her or have any hassles. We did finally meet and we have begun dating. Her voice is the voice I want to wake up with forever. We were meant for each other and soon I will propose that we move in together. Time will tell but I'm not letting my sexy voice get away very easily.
THE END.