His Voice

My heart was still racing as Ihung up the phone, his voice still in my head. I stretched out on my bed with a silly grin on my face. I know it?s something that will probably never happen, and maybe that's what makes it all the more exciting. I began to play back our conversation in my head; nothing really sexual ever came up but his voice made my body tingle. I let my hands begin to wander, first teasing my nipples through my thin cotton t-shirt, making them hard and then moving down my flat tummy. As his laugh echoed in my mind I let my fingers find the bottom hem of my shirt, pulled it up slowly, imagining it was his. I felt a moan escape my lips and slipped my hand into my panties finding my wet lips mamak escort covered in thick red pubic hair. I couldn't believe how wet I was, just from the power of his voice, oh and that accent. God that man is sexy. I closed my eyes and pictured him lying between my legs with a grin on his face, knowing that he was about to please me. I ran my finger over my swollen clit and felt my body quiver, my other fingers rubbing my thick pubic hair. I began to make light circles around my clit, making sure to tease my opening with my middle finger. I moaned again, hearing his smooth voice in my head telling me he wanted to hear me cum. I quickened the pace with ofise gelen escort my fingers, changing between rubbing my clit and slipping my middle finger into my pussy and squeezing against it. My breathing began to quicken and my moans came more often, almost with each breath. I felt the familiar stirring deep within my body as I started to lose myself in his voice. I pulled my hand from my pussy and crawled off the bed in search of my favorite toy. I opened my panties drawer and rummaged through the bras, panties and socks, rubbing my thighs together, keeping my clit stimulated. After what seemed to be a small eternity I finally found otele gelen escort my vibrator and quickly returned to my bed. It was about eight inches in length, off white not too fancy. It was the first toy I've ever owned and I still preferred it to any other I had. As I got comfy on my queen bed I started to pull at my panties, lifting my ass and sliding them past my hips down my thighs, revealing my hairy mound. I wiggled my legs, worked my damp panties to my feet, and kicked them off end of my bed. I spread my legs as I laid my head back down on my pillows and began to play with my breasts again, laying the little vibrator on my bed next to me. As I played with my breasts I squirmed on the bed, making the bed spread wrinkle. I slipped my hands underneath my thin t-shirt; my hands ran up my tummy and to the underside of my breasts. I closed my eyes again and pictured his hands on me. My hands rounded up to my nipples, still hard from the attention I gave them earlier; I began to roll my nipples between my fingers as I massaged my large breasts.