Roaming

It's midafternoon.  The baby is asleep and the house is quiet.  I lounge on the sofa, my phone held in place between my shoulder and my neck.

"What are you wearing?" I ask as one hand slips into my pants.  That's how horny I am: I don't even have time to open my jeans.

"You know," you say.  "Just a skirt and a top.  Nothing too sexy."

"I know it looks hot on you, though."  My hand kneads my growing erection, an erection brought about by thoughts of your soft, shapely legs below your skirt.  I imagine sliding my hand along your thigh, feeling your heat as I caress my way up your flesh.  I imagine finding your panties and moving them aside in order to finger you.  Or perhaps I find that you're not wearing panties.  Even better.

You give a quiet giggle.  "Yeah, I guess so."  There's a pause before you continue.  "How about you?  What are you wearing?"  You seem disappointed to learn that I'm actually wearing pants.

I pull my hand out and begin to unbuckle my belt.  In seconds my pants are down and my cock standing upright and hungry for stimulation.  I stroke it from the base up to the tip, each movement of my hand sending an erotic jolt to my brain.

"Are you..."  You seem to be searching for the right word.

"Jerking off?" I ask.

"I was going to ask if you were playing," you say.  "But yeah, are you?"

"What do you think?"

"I think you are."

I sit in silence for a moment, my erection all but devoured by the rapid up-and-down movements of of my hand.  You can hear the sound of my breathing, slow and intense.  Your own breathing sounds similar to mine.

"Are you playing?" I ask.

"Yeah," you say, and then resume heavy breathing.

"Tell me what you want to do with my cock."

"I want it inside me."  That's exciting, but it isn't exactly what I wanted to hear.

I press you onward:  "What else?"  My strokes are even faster now.  "What else do you want to do with it?"

"I want to suck it," you say, almost breathlessly.  This is what I was hoping for.  "I want it all the way down my throat.  I want to take it so deep that you just explode for me."

"You want my cum?" I ask.

"Oh yeah, baby.  Give it to me."  I'm not actually close yet, but if you keep it up I will be.  You continue for effect:  "I need your cum."

I stroke faster, driving myself closer and closer to climax.  Then I hear a key in the door.  "Jill's here."

"Tell her hi for me."  I turn my head to see her stripping naked in the doorway.  I relay the message.  She says hi back, then climbs up on the couch and straddles my waist, taking me deep inside her.

"Do you have to go?" you ask.

"No.  But I think I'd better put you on speaker."

-Jack