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Aural Fixation

By: ChancesAre



Author's note: I am thrilled to have gotten a lot of positive comments and votes on my very first story, Sierra's Amazing Mouth. It means a lot to know that it was enjoyed by so many people! 

This is something a little different, and I hope you find it exciting.

All characters have been pulled into existence from the erotic ethosphere for your personal pleasure. Please take care to relish in their unreality, as is their intent.

***

I could feel the heat from his steel blue eyes riveting into my tingling body as I navigated the bustling walkway before me. I knew I should have kept moving, ignoring his intense surveillance, but I slowed . . . just enough to let him know I noticed. 

I could tell from his posture and attire that he was married or divorced or something, but his face was one of those chiseled sex-pot faces that make so many women go weak in the womb. 

Surely he had an inkling of what his hard pressing gaze did to fragile thighed women like me. It made us want babies, lots of babies that looked just like him, bursting from between our legs where we invited him into in the first place. Okay, so maybe it wasn't floating around on the surface of our minds or anything, but it was there, somewhere deep within the tangled strands of our DNA.

As my pace slowed I instinctively made an abrupt left into a small store selling what, menagerie? Jesus, was it that obvious? I didn't care. I knew he would follow even if I had strolled right into a burning building.

And he followed alright. I heard the tinkling of the bells chiming behind me as I walked the first creaky aisle filled with rows of sappy, doe-eyed Precious Wonder figurines, puke. 

My heart was racing, but it felt very natural. I probably would have acted exactly the same way had we been out roaming the Serengeti, back before the invention of the stick. 

I slowed to feign interest in a row of small books on . . . something. Crochet? No, it was macramé. What the hell was the difference? Oh well, it did the trick. I picked up the book as seductively as one can pick up a lame book, and flipped it over to "read" the back cover. 

I felt his eyes breathing on my neck, and my unadorned hand instinctively reached up to shield it teasingly from view. The old floor groaned beneath him as he slowly approached, sure of himself, yet not too aggressive. It was perfect. My thighs tingled and my heart began to dance beneath my blouse. Play it cool. 

I turned my head to look directly into those flashy eyes, cocking a brow at him as if to ask what the hell he thought he was doing. 

Then I let my gaze settle on his mouth, and I knew. That mouth was going to be my favorite part of him. I was going to enjoy the way those bulbous lips would hold back his delicious tongue from entering my hungry mouth too soon. The way it would open around my breast, gently drawing a bare nipple in to its moist center to suckle. The way it would look divine with just an upper lip showing through my fuzzy hair as the rest of it dragged my needy body into a sea of electrical bliss and orgasmic fervor. 

Fuck. That was just his mouth. I was in big trouble as my underwear seemed to suddenly feel cumbersome and unnecessary. 

His button down shirt was of course open too far, or not far enough. The tan skin appearing below his cleft chin was pissing me off it needed to be kissed so badly. 

I knew I would see a ring on his finger, and that didn't piss me off nearly as much as the other thing . . . what was it again?

The whole scene was happening too fast, and if I didn't pull my shit together he might just have me right here on the floor, with Garfield and Odie watching.

"Can I help you?" I asked him, with as much off-putting disdain as I could muster. 

"Um," He gloriously stuttered, clearly not having thought this through. I loved that. "Do I know you?"

"That depends," I said keeping my eyes steady, knowing full well I could pause here indefinitely and really say just about anything next . . . 

Such as: "Have you ever been to Groove City," or "Do you spend much time around courthouses," or "Have you ever been blindfolded and tied to a bed in the middle of a New Year's Eve party on 54th Street?"

I went with . . . silence. I tore my eyes away from his piercing gaze and looked down at my oh-so important book. 

"On what?" he asked, stepping an inch closer. My nerve endings reached out for his across the stale air of antique paper and scented candles. I raised my eyebrows again but not my eyes. 

"On whether you followed me in here because you thought you knew me," I lazily ran my finger down the spine of the stupid book, "or because you were just hoping to."

Man that was a little much, even for me. I knew how to tease a man, but come on, that was just giving it away. He didn't smile though, or even move a muscle. It was a stalemate while he processed my reply, neither of us willing to make another move, or say another word. 

I knew I had the upper hand, so I lifted my eyes to meet his again and cocked my head a bit, arching my eyebrows and thinking loudly, "Well?"

"My name is Mike," he said a bit sheepishly. He thrust his hands into his deep jean pockets. I was glad that he wasn't being too cocky on the surface. I was, however, hoping he could be very cocky a little further down. 

"So you don't remember me then, Mike?" I asked, setting the book back on the shelf in front of me and turning to face him. "Or are you just hoping that perhaps I might recognize you?"

He looked me in the eye and then dropped his gaze down to my patent leather Persache purse, into which my hand had suddenly vanished. 

He leaned just an inch forward and lowered his tone to me, "Both." His single word rippled down my legs.

"Well . . . Mike," I said as I nervously fished out a business card I had gotten from an old bookstore two blocks over, "I can't say that I recognize you from anywhere. I can say however, that I appreciate your forthcoming nature."

I found a pen and cradled the card in my shaking palm, scratching down my name and number as quickly as I could. I had to get the hell out of there before I said something that might give him the impression that I would take him home that minute and make his night. 

"So if you do happen to remember," I said, flipping the card out between my expensively manicured nails, "you can call me . . . "

He reached up and fumbled a little grabbing the card from my electrified fingertips, and I almost touched him. That was dangerous. A first touch has always been my weakness and I needed to stay sharp. 

It always seemed to be the married ones that had this effect on me. Maybe it was the promise of a true fling with no attachments I was into. The last guy I was seeing was so afraid he would lose me somehow that I just needed to get the hell out of there, a self-fulfilling prophecy and all that. Who needs that kind of constant pressure? 

This man got to me though. As I studied him while he briefly read my card I could see that he was neat, but not polished. His hair was thick and full, and I wanted to set my face in it to see how it smelled. I imagined that his wife was a girl's girl, spending too much time with her friends and her mother, shopping and talking and blah blah. If she had paid him proper attention at home, his eyes on another sexy woman would have simply reminded him of her, instead of the fact that she wasn't with him nearly enough. 

As it was, he was hot for me, thank god. I would have paid him for sex had he asked me to, but I knew he had no idea that women actually thought this way. I was attractive, and he was attracted. That was it. 

Leaving things as they were, I stepped to the side and walked past him, breathing into his ear, "Good bye, Mike."

As I made the power move and sauntered toward the exit, I heard the floor moan as he turned to watch me leave. I opened the door with as much poise and nonchalance as I could muster, and just barely heard behind me, through the diminishing space between the door and the jamb, an awkward "B-Bye Grace."

***

That evening as I lay across my couch with a glass of fine red hanging from my fingers, I thought about our brief encounter, and how inevitable it all was. 

It wasn't really a matter of if my phone would ring, but when. I already had him, just as he already had me. I was suddenly hungry, but not for food. Starving. I couldn't keep my mind on anything but his blue eyes and his tan neck . . . and that fucking mouth.

I sipped from the crystal glass and felt the dry merlot slide down the back of my throat. Even that reminded me of what we might do. Eventually . . . suddenly . . . passionately. 

I rubbed my feet together as I listened to my favorite internet jazz station broadcasting from my phone through the overhead sound system, knowing full well that the horn section of classic jazz may as well be called the horny section. The smooth aggressive tones slid up my legs like the tide, and my free hand followed suit. 

I realized on my way home that it had been a while since my thoughts had turned so carnal in response to a man. I hadn't been seeing anyone for about a month, and the last time a man touched me in a sexual way was some weirdo on the subway. That put me off thinking about men for what I thought was going to be forever. 

I realized then that I just needed some raw stimulation to get my head back in the game. His eyes were definitely fantastic, but his body standing close to mine was perfect. We fit and I knew it right away. It was going to be good.

I set my glass on the marble end table and leaned back, inching my fingers up under my skirt a little further. I knew where I was headed, but the journey could take a million years for all I cared. I wasn't so much waiting for his call as I was enjoying the thick anticipation of "when." 

When would he finally talk himself into taking that dangerous step? When would he be able to get that sexy ass of his over to my apartment? When would I be able to let him leave my snug embrace to slink back home to his "wife."

The large picture window in the living room afforded me a spectacular view of Manhattan. Miles of city lights and moving cars lay before me like a sequin dress shifting in a gentle breeze. I always imagined that a few of the closer buildings might contain a peering telescope or two, but this thought had never swayed me enough to invest in large window coverings. "Let them look," I always thought. 

As I peeled back the hem of my skirt, the tops of my black stockings came into view. I always liked how thigh-highs made my legs look, especially where they ended. I sometimes wondered what a nice garter would do for me, hanging on tightly to my stocking tops, lest they fall, exposing my bare naked legs to the world. I never felt the need to try them, but suddenly I wanted to, wanted to stand before him in my stockings and a garter and nothing else. Fuck panties. 

Mmmm, that was a scrumptious thought. I slipped my fingers over the gusset of my black silk Vickie Secret panties, and thought about how good just about anything in the world would feel sliding its way across my velvety crotch. 

My libido was high, but not so high that I felt the need to really work myself over. It was more of a maintenance kind of touch. Keep the feelings up, keep the juices flowing, but not full open tap. It just felt nice to have a soft pressure against my moistening lips and to feel the gentle touch of silk on my pearly button.

I was reaching for my glass to take another drink as my phone rang.

And it rang deep; deep inside me.

It rang in my heart and in my hands, and the race of adrenaline almost knocked my glass to the floor. 

Should I answer it . . .?

Or should I just set it to vibrate and hold it against me, letting him give me a secret thrill each time it buzzed as he tried to call me again and again.

I picked up the phone to look at it, it was Stacy. 

"Hi Stace, how did it go?" I said into the oversized smart phone, which wore its own revealing slip case with an exposed belly, allowing my fingers to gently stroke its smooth glass, (stop it).

"It went fine, but I'm just leaving now," Stacy replied. "I don't know if we are going to win this one Grace."

"We'll win it," I soothed, "If those assholes on the defense don't find anything promising, they have no case." This was true, and I knew it. Being a junior partner meant that I had access to a plethora of information, and I usually got my fingers into most of our cases, the same way I was getting them into to the top of my own lacy case files at the moment. 

"We better," said Stacy, "I'm done with these late-nighters. How do you do it all the time?"

"I have no social life Stace, you know that," I replied, and then dropped the bomb, "although I did give my number out on the way home today."

"You did?!?" Stacy was clearly surprised that I had actually spoken to a man. She knew I had sworn off of them lately, especially strangers and lawyers.

"Good god Stacy, he was gorgeous," I reminisced into the phone like it was years ago. "I'm sure he's married, but I don't fucking care." 

"Oooh, you bad girl," Stacy suddenly shifted her tone from post-work ranting to vivid interest, "where did you meet him?"

"It was right on the sidewalk, just past Doreo's. I was just walking by . . ." my fingers started pulling up on the hair just above my clit, underneath my silky . . . what were those words again . . . fuck panties. Ok, I was in need of some serious help. "His eyes were on me Stace, you know, the way we want a sexy man's eyes to be on us, except his were searing and hungry. I ducked into some store full of knick knacks and shit, and he followed me right in."

"Holy shit Grace," breathed Stacy into my ear through the phone, "I can't believe it! So you just gave him your number?"

"It was either that or let him push himself into me right there in the store," I said, perhaps with a little too much obvious lust in my voice. Stacy is the only person in the world that I could talk to like this, as I was not a girl's girl. She and I had been through a lot though at our firm, and many long nights and drunken hazes had resulted in a deep and intimate friendship.

"Oh my god Grace," she exclaimed, coming to a full realization of the level of pressure I was cooking with. "Either he is there right now with his sexy face between your legs, or you're down there yourself, pretending he is. Naughty girl!"

"You know me too well Stace," I said as I ran my fingers across my open lips and felt the moisture that was starting to accumulate, "He's not here . . . yet. He hasn't called."

"Well maybe I should just let you get back to it then," Stacy said into my ear, and then lower, "unless you want me to tell you exactly what that gorgeous man is doing to you right now, with his face pressed up against your slippery . . . wet . . . pussy."

"Oh god Stace," I exhaled, knowing she had guessed correctly what I needed to hear right then, "now you are the one who is being bad."

"Am I now," she smiled through her voice, "I suppose I am, standing here in a quiet corner of the crowded train station like this, but are you even wearing panties right now?"

"Of course I am," I said, quickly pushing them down to my ankles, "I mean, not anymore."

"You little minx!" Stacy exclaimed, surprised at my anxiousness. "And now your furry kitten is out, isn't she?"

"Mmmhmmm"

And your fingers are down there pretending they're his, aren't they?"

"Mmmhmmm"

"And I suppose his gorgeous face is looking up at you from between your legs, while his fingers tease your slippery lips."

"Mmmmm, yes."

Then Stacy almost whispered directly into my hungry ear, her tone taking on a sexy lilt, "Well then, Grace, you just go ahead and let him push some of those long fingers right into you then. Let that man push inside you . . . yes . . . deeper Grace. Feel him pushing harder. His fingers are reaching, searching around for your sweet spot, making your pussy all wet for him."

"Oh god!" My brain froze in place, tossing logic through the large picture window as my arousal took over and I drank in Stacy's every tasty word, huffing breaths of arousal into the phone.

"But now he's pulling those dripping fingers out of there, and you want them to stay, don't you? You feel him drag his long delicious tongue across the top of your sexy clit. Just a little though, just a teasing, licking touch. He circles around it and drags that long tongue of his down your wet lips and back up, really rubbing on your sensitive clit this time. Wet little circles all around it."

"Oh, right there," I breathed heavily into the phone. I could actually feel his tongue instead of my wandering fingers between my legs, licking my inner thighs and teasing my buzzing clit. 

"He pushes your legs wide so he can get a better view of that sexy bush Grace, it's soaking wet for him isn't it? It's ready to accept him, to let him push his heavy thickness inside you."

"Oh fuck," I was pushing into my hand across my sweaty mound, feeling that forgotten electric tingle that feeds upon itself, dragging my body up the side of Mt. Climax. 

"That's it, he sees how wet and ready you are. He is staring right between your legs, his eyes devouring your sexy wetness, his breath caressing your tender lips. Suddenly he attacks your open pussy with his manly scruff and sucks your throbbing clit into his mouth, sliding his fat tongue up and down, turning your juices into liquid fire between your legs."

I could hear my own breath blowing across the microphone as my pulse quickened. What the hell was she doing to me? Her breathy words in my ear were making my head spin and I felt a wave of fresh fluid appear miraculously where there was plenty already. I wanted her to keep going, to keep feeding my mind with her whispery words of wanton suggestion. 

"Again you feel his thick fingers spreading your lips apart, pushing into you and reaching achingly for something that isn't there. It's empty, and it needs to be filled. It needs to be filled with something strong and hard, pushing deeper, and then pulling back . . . pushing in . . . and pulling out. Can you feel his fingers in you Grace?"

"Oh my god I feel them Stace, they're in me!" I was sliding down an icy hill and pulling my legs up to help me gain speed. There was no turning back.

"Then fuck those fingers Gracey. Keep his mouth pressed on your clit and keep fucking those sexy fingers. You are getting close, aren't you? You are going to cum all over his manly face. Keep him going Grace, in and out of your slick wet pussy, let him fuck you down there. That's it. He's fucking you Grace, feel him."

"Holy shit!"

"Are you getting close?"

"YES"

"Faster Grace, he wants it! He'll fuck you. He'll even pull his gorgeous cock out of his pants so you can see it."

"Oh god Stacy!" I wailed.

"Look at his gorgeous cock, it's so hard for you. Let him put it in your mouth Gracey . . . suck on his perfect cock! That's it, suck it. Then let him slide it down and push that slippery cock right into you. Can you feel it, sliding into you? Oh it's so big, you could just cum all over it, right now! 

"OH SHIT"

I couldn't believe she was actually doing this to me! My fingers in my pussy squeezed together to simulate a hard cock, and I pictured his naked body over mine, thrusting his arousal into my begging grasp. I could almost see his face as those piercing eyes of his had intercourse with mine and his fiery cock stretched my hungry cunt wider, slamming into me. Was Stacy even there?

"Keep fucking his big sexy cock Grace, that's it! Open wide so he can really fuck that wet pussy. Oh my GOD Grace! I think he's going to cum inside you! He can't hold back your pussy's so tight. Are you going to let this man fill you with his cum? His cock is full and it's still growing. Any second now . . . Feel it! Oh shit, he's jerking quickly now Grace!


Aural Fixation



"Oh GOD"

"Yes, he's cumming! Inside you! OH his cock is spurting out, splashing your back walls with hot sticky jets of cum Grace!" 

"NH, NH, NH, NH, OOOoooh FUUUCCCKKK!!"

A frantic orgasm ripped through my body as my fingers blurred across my erupting Venus. My hips started jumping and I just dropped my phone and went at it with both hands, screaming and moaning uncontrollably. My insistent hips rubbed my sex greedily along my tense fingertips, pushing hard, grinding down on them. I pinched my hands between my quaking thighs and held my breath in as I shook and shook. Every cell from my toes to the inside of my eyelids was shooting sparks of heat and pleasure through my body . . .

My head was still spinning and I wasn't sure how long I lay there before I realized Stacy was still on the line. Her hot words were still ringing in my ears, "He can't hold back . . ." Mmmmm, fantastic.

"Holy crap, I guess you needed that," said Stacy when I finally picked up the phone.

"Oh man I needed that . . . thanks babe!" I panted back into the phone, my fingers ripe with aroma. 

"Now at least you should be able to keep a bit of composure once you're around him again," Stacy said.

"Yeah, probably not," I confessed.

"Probably not," she giggled back to me. 

***

I sat in stunned reverie for quite a while as my cells regrouped, getting back to their business of managing my body after the all-hands-on-deck call to which they had just responded. I felt my stomach growl for a change. Other more urgent body parts had been vying for my attention up until Stacy's, what . . . phone sex with me? Jesus.

Stacy and I began as office rivals a few years back, our minds a right mess after an up-and-coming asshole pitted us against one another in a senseless race for his preferential treatment. Once we put our heads together over a few drinks however, we realized quickly what was going on, and put that cretin in his place. One sexual harassment suit later and we never saw him again. 

We quickly became confidants, and now consider each other to be best friends. I can't think of anyone else who is closer to me, my estranged family included. 

We often talk frankly about our personal lives with each other, and on one occasion even drunkenly fooled around. She was a total mess after a shitty breakup, and after a hat full of tequila and a night filled with raw soul-baring, we wiped away our salty tears and plunged into each other's arms and underwear. 

I can't say that it wasn't creamily fantastic, because it was. Most of that night was a blur, but I do remember lying together afterwards, out of breath and completely spent, thankful to have someone so dear and close to me sharing something so intimate and personal.

We never did anything like that again, but ever since we have been deep inside each other's private sex lives as well, offering advice, consoling, providing a wing-woman, whatever, we had each other's back. We knew the other's fantasies and realities; we were there for each other. 

But this phone thing was new. 

And I liked it. 

A lot. 

It really hit me some time afterwards while I was torturing some unsuspecting pasta in a pot of boiling oil and water. I loved how her sexy voice spoke right into my inner ear and how those signals telegraphed a direct message instantly down to my sparking receiver. I could still hear her heady words, and more importantly her seductive tone, as I replayed them in my increasingly depraved mind. 

I was still hot. I never replaced my panties, (fuck panties), and I stood in the kitchen feeling a solitary droplet of moisture slowly rappelling down my bare inner wall. I reached under my smooth black skirt and helped the little pearl to safety, depositing it on the end of my long tongue. Bad girl! 

I was feeling out of control. I had just cum like a rocket ship and here I was starting all over again. What the hell was getting into me all of the sudden? Was it him, or was it me? Or was it her? 

All I knew is that I wasn't going to make it much past my late-night dinner at this rate. I actually leaned into the oven handle and started to grind my pelvis on it while I continued stirring my smoldering cauldron, the one on the stove. 

The end of the handle pushed into my overly-sensitive clit, and I slowly titled my hips as I allowed my oven to have its way with me. Little sparks of energy shot through my limbs and I wondered if I could make myself cum again if I kept it up like this. 

The hot steam from the boiling pot rose to caress my eyelashes, while the smell from my own steaming pot wafted up across my nose. I had to stop, my god! 

I backed away from my static grinding partner and fished the ripe pasta from the water, placing their hot rubbery bodies into a colander in the sink. The delicious smell of the Italian staple was making my mouth water, and I dripped some extra virgin across the crowded bowl, infusing them with a slick slippery bath of green oil. Even my dinner was turning me on. 

Against the grain I slowly scraped a block of parmesan along a thin sharp grater, causing feathers of cheese dust to float down into the shiny brown crock into which I had moved the slick orgy of pasta. 

As I placed forkfuls of delicate tubes on my tongue, I found myself wondering what Stacy had thought after she hung up with me to board the train. I quickly downed the rest of my dinner as if it was my first meal of the day, and then I realized it actually was; how did it get to be past midnight? 

I picked up my phone.

My fingers were actually shaking as I hit the call button, dialing Stacy again. 

"Hey you," is all she said to me, but I liked the way she said it. 

"Hey." It's all I could think of, really. 

"So, was that weird for you?" she asked me right away, trying to feel me out. 

"Um, quite the contrary I think," I said, feeling the words pulling themselves out of my mouth. "What are you doing?"

"Oh, I just force fed myself a very unsatisfying Healthy Entree, and now I am working on my second glass of Chardonnay," she offered, conveying her displeasure in her evening's stark agenda. "I hope you don't think any less of me, about earlier I mean . . . I just started getting into it."

"No shit you did," I blurted out, quickly adding, "and so did I, obviously. I've got to say Stace, your voice in my ear like that was . . . amazing. I never knew."

"I know," she said back to me, "I was just teasing you at first, and I guess mostly just trying to keep my voice down in the crowded station, but then you started breathing into the phone, and like you said, right into my ear. It sounded so hot, and I think I was getting excited by it too. I started really getting into it . . . into hearing you getting off on it."

"That was really fun Stace," I started, slowly getting to my point for calling, "and I totally needed that. Also, I'm getting worked up all over again here, and I don't know what to do. Would it be too weird for you if I were to, well, try my hand at talking to you . . . you know, like that, for a minute?"

"Grace!" she replied in shock, clearly caught off guard by my bold request. "Are you saying you want to talk dirty to me on the phone?"

"God, I know, right? But I totally do! Am I horrible?" I was ashamed, but still very aroused. I couldn't help but press on. "Who else would I ever be able to try this out with Stace? I trust you. You don't have to do anything, just let me go at it for a while and work off some of this steam, and you just listen. I just want to see what it was like for you, talking like that into the phone. It sounded exciting."

"Jesus Grace," she said after a pause, "it's kind of weird to talk about it like this, but honestly I haven't been able to think about anything else since. Hearing you boil over like that on the phone made me have to change out of my undies as soon as I got home."

"It did?" I asked, loving the fact that she divulged this nugget of intimacy for me right then, "So, it must have been like being there next to me while I came in your ear or something, right? Like you were almost watching me . . . watching my fingers sliding around between my legs," and then lower . . . "watching me fuck my juicy slit for all it was worth?"

I was doing it, and my heart raced as the F word rolled across my tongue into Stacy's ear. The silence on the line led me to nervously continue . . .

"I could feel your whispery words practically licking my ear lobe Stacy," I lowered my voice again and articulated carefully, "My clit practically jumped as you enunciated sexy words to me, like . . . LIPS . . . PUSSY . . . COCK. Oh those sweet syllables across your luscious lips made my juices flow Stacy, and I couldn't help but stroke and tease and fuck my slippery wet pussy with you right there."

I knew she was listening closely, as her breathing was changing pitch in my ear. 

"Did you like knowing that your words were practically fucking me while you stood around in public? Did you hear me cumming for you Stace, moaning right into your ear?" I let out a soft sexy moan, slowly leaning back and parting my thighs, keeping my hand out of there for now. "Did you like hearing me in ecstasy as I actually exploded all over my wet fingers Stacy? Did you? Did you like it?"

"Mmmhmmm," she softly murmured into the phone. I could tell that she was thoroughly relishing my words. I figured just starting in with the sexy talk would be the best way to break the initial awkward tension, and I was right, since she softly added, "I loved it."

Oh those three little words really spurred me on.

"I know you did, you naughty girl, and now I want you to feel yourself like I was doing Stacy . . . do it for me. Are you wet? I bet you are. I wish I could reach down and feel you for myself, just to make sure my words were hitting home."

"Mmmm, keep talking Gracey."

With pleasure.

"I think my words might be having the same effect on you Stacy, aren't they? Isn't it delicious?

"I know it feels good to touch yourself like that, but I need you to do something a little naughty for me now Stacy. Something bad . . . but good. Something that I think will make my words feel like roaming hands all over your body. Are you ready to hear it?"

A soft murmur was all she managed, but it was plenty.

"I need you to peel yourself out of those heavy clothes Stacy. No one will know. It will be our secret. I want to know that your soft skin is out for you to touch all over. Can you get out of your clothes for me honey? Strip bare so my sexy voice can hear your deliciously naked skin."

I could hear some rustling on the line, though she said not a word. I didn't want to break the spell so I waited; I was burning up at this myself. 

Who the hell was I all of the sudden? It's not like I cared if my friend was getting off tonight or not, it wasn't that. I was exploring. I was a wanderer that happened upon a deep exciting cave, and I was heading in, not looking back. 

"ok."

"That's good," I continued. "Now tell me Stacy, what are you wearing?"

Her reply was faint, but behind it there was a secret tone, a hidden exasperation and apprehension I recognized well.

"nothing."

"Really? Oh god that's so sexy. You're actually naked. Bare naked as you listen to my voice, you deliciously naughty girl," I lowly growled into the smart phone pressed against my flushed face. 

"So tell me, are you thinking about touching yourself? Are you already touching yourself? . . . Stacy."

"Yes," came her breathy reply. I knew all too well her obvious need to lay back and just listen as words poured from the phone into her hungry ear.

"Oh that's so sugary sweet baby. You're touching your little pussy and it feels so good. Slide your fingers around your pretty little lips Stacy. Your honey is probably dripping. Are your nipples getting hard being out like that? I just love your sweet nipple buds Stacy, they are so . . . mouthwatering."

I wanted to see them. I wanted to taste them again like I had that night. I wanted to feel them in my mouth without a cloud of tequila masking the forbidden sensation. 

"I wish I was there to pull one of your sexy breasts between my hungry lips Stacy. I've kissed you there before, remember? Did you like watching a girl licking your bare tits baby? If I was there I would push your hard nipple around with my wet tongue and lightly bite on it while looking up at you. Would you like that? Would you like to feel my wet lips around your sexy tits again Stacy?"

"Oh god," was my only indication I was on the right track, that and a heavy breath or two. I wasn't sure if placing me in that sultry room in her mind would work for her, but it seemed to be doing the trick. 

"Mmmm, I'll take that as a yes," I continued. "Sexy Stacy if I was there with you right now I would squeeze your beautiful soft tits in my hands and kiss your body all over and . . . wait . . . Oh my! Stacy!! I just realized how totally naked you are! My god, I can't stop staring at your nude body, every fleshy inch of it. Are you naked and touching yourself while I watch you? I can see your hand between your legs, playing with your pussy. Are you wet down there? Can I see? Show me that sexy muffin Stacy, open up wide for me. Mmm, wider. Yes. Now I want to see you push one of your little fingers right inside."

"Oh god," she said again. I wasn't sure if she could conjure up anything else to say. There was no doubt she was getting off on this, so I kept it going.

"Mmm that's it. I'm here Stacy. I'm right in your ear as you press that finger in and pull it out for me. Keep going. I'm watching you finger your little kitten, and she's really purring now isn't she?"

I was on the edge of my chair then, sitting up. I was really getting into this, and had no idea where I was going, although who really knows when they are on a sexual roll, as long as it's fun and the end result is fantastic.

"I want you to pull your finger out now, that's it, and replace it with two. Two fingers Stacy. Push them in there honey and let me know how it feels."

I knew this was coming: "Oh god!"

"Oh god what Stacy?"

"I'm so hot Grace, keep going!" 

That's what I needed. I knew how she felt, and I also suddenly knew what had really gotten me going when our roles were reversed, so I started to lay it on thick.

"Mmmm, it's me Stacy. Grace. Pretend it's me inside you now. My fingers are pushing in and out of your wet pussy. Are you really letting me do this to you again? I am trying so hard to keep my mouth off of your pretty slit honey but I can't hold back. Oh my god Stacy, my mouth is right there on you now, I am eating your pussy! Can you feel my long slippery tongue wiggling around down there? Mmmmm, it's up against your clit now like a wet thumb, rubbing you around in sexy little circles."

I was unconsciously squeezing my own thighs together as I noticed a line of moisture escaping from my own boiling pot, pooling inside my skirt as I sat there. I was really getting into this! 

I dropped down into a low whisper right into her inner ear across the cellular divide. "Can I kiss you Stacy? Can l kiss your mouth, even though I was just making out with your wet, wet pussy? Mmmm, kiss me. Can you taste yourself on my dripping lips? Taste yourself now Stacy . . . do it . . . that's it. You are so wet right now.

"I am getting wet too, Stacy. Can I show you? I want you to see how wet my pussy is getting from watching you play with yourself. I am going to stand up and take off my skirt Stacy. You know which one I'm wearing, the black one. I'm not wearing any panties, just so you know. Fuck panties." I said it out loud, and my legs unconsciously spread wide as the words emerged gloriously aloud from my lips. 

"As my skirt drops . . . you notice that I've shaved every strand of hair from my soaking wet pussy. Can you see it? I'll spread my legs apart so you can get a better look. See? It's wet, from watching you, I want you to actually feel how wet I am sweetie. Touch me. Oh, you're so sexy and naked it's making me open up. Look at it. Keep touching yourself. Stroke that sexy pussy for me. Yes."

I knew if I started tending to my own urgent needs I would become a moaning, panting mess right in her ear. Sure, that could be pretty hot, but she already heard that much coming from me. I wanted to hear the moaning and panting coming from her now. 

"How is your pussy feeling honey? Are you getting turned on? Can I touch it? Can I put my fingers in you again?"

Lower. "Can I fuck you? Oh my god, my fingers are in so deep Stacy, your pussy is so wet. What got you going like this? Feel my fingers fucking you now, I'm moving them faster. Are you touching your clit baby? That's it. Show that clit how good you can make it feel. It's so slippery down there. I'll bring my wet fingers up to rub your juicy clit too . . . oooo, how's that?"

"OH SHIT!" she blasted into my ear, catching me by surprise. Her breathing was suddenly ragged and raspy, and I could hear faint, juicy squishing sounds in the background. Either she was mixing up a wet batch of cake batter over there, or her talented fingers were kneading her doughy mound for all it was worth. 

"Oh Stacy, you're almost there! I can see it in your eyes you're so close right now. I have to touch your pussy Stace, I have to. It's so smooth and slippery. Oh god your naked body is turning me on. I can't keep my hands to myself. I have to pinch your stiff nipples and rub your slippery clit. I have to slide THREE of my long fingers into your dripping cunt Stacy Reed. Three fingers, push them in there. Deeper. Fucking you. If I had a cock Stacy it would be so hard right now, watching you get off. I would hold my hard cock over your face so you could look up at it while you slid your hands all over your wet cunt. It would drip onto your cheek as it pulsed above you, shaking, wanting to feel some of your wetness around it. 

"Would you open your mouth for my cock Stacy? Would you let me slide it past your tongue and back against your throat? Would you wrap your lips around it and feel the way it would throb against your cheek? Oh shit, that would make me want to pull it out and slide my wet cock down your bare naked body, leaving a trail of your slick saliva between your naked tits." 

"OH FUCK GRACE!"

"You know where I would be going with it, don't you? That's right. Would you let me push my girl cock up your naked cunt Stacy? Oh SHIT, you're so wet my cock would slide right in, aaaalllll the way!" I lowered my voice again, "I can't hold back Stace, I have to fuck you."

"AW FUCK," Stacy yelled, "My god what are doing to me, holy SHIT!" 

I could hear her fevered pitch rising and the phone moving faster against her head. I wasn't sure how much longer she would hear anything I said. 

"Oh my GOD Stacy . . . I'm actually fucking you! You're my best friend and my hard cock is fucking your horny cunt inside out right now!"

"Oh Shit yeeeeessssss," she wept, "oh fuck, please fuck . . . me, oh, oh, oh, OH . . . OH . . . OOOHHHH!!"

"Yes! You're going to cum, oh god I can see it in your eyes! Look at me! Look at my cock. It's fucking you Stacy, you're going to cum all over it. Cum for me Stacy. Do it! Oh no . . . I'm cumming! I'm cumming inside you! I'm fucking you Stacy! Take my cock you beautiful cunt!!"

That did it.

"OH MY GOOOOODDDDD . . . NNNNHHHHH . . .OH . . . OH . . . .FUUUUCKKKKK . . "

I heard the phone drop away from her as the muffled sounds of rocking and moaning were heard somewhere overhead. Was I under a pillow now, on the floor? God it was good, so fucking sexy and hot, hearing her go off like that. My phone fell from my face as I finally allowed myself to touch my screaming pussy. I pinched my clit so hard I thought it might snap off. My legs instantly shook as I held on tight, and my hand whipped into a frantic blur as my whole body jerked, knocking me onto the floor in front of the big picture window for the city to see. My hips bounced around on the throw rug as I screamed out in carnal lust and release. 




Aural Fixation



. . . fuck 

***

You know that feeling you get when you just opened your mouth and said something you can't take back? I did NOT want to put that phone to my ear again. I really took it to another perverted level there, maybe four. 

I did anyway, she was my closest friend after all, and I just listened. After what seemed like an hour, although it was perhaps a minute, I heard some scrambling and some moving of her phone through the speaker in my ear. 

"Hello? Grace?" she timidly spoke in my ear, "are you there?"

I didn't know, was I? 

"Uh huh."

"Oh honey," she sounded almost sorry for me, ". . . you missed your calling sweetheart."

We both cracked our serious demeanors and suddenly exploded in laughter and relief. We couldn't stop the feeling of mutual joy we were experiencing if we wanted to, it was the most glorious feeling of my life.

***

The next day was Saturday, and Stacy and I were both in the office for an early morning meeting, as usual. The next few hours would be filled with poring over long pages of testimony, fact finding phone calls and waiting for answers, our interns digging through stacks of monstrous books looking for them. 

We didn't talk about our late night adventure, but gave each other knowing looks all throughout the morning. 

At one point around noon, Stacy and I were standing aside a long table in one of our many board rooms. We had just finished calling a few leads on her case and most people had left for the day. That's when my phone rang.

I didn't recognize the number from all the calls we had made that morning, so my heart beat a little more quickly as I pressed the glowing green circle to answer.

"Hello, this is Grace," I spoke into in the device, looking at Stacy. She glanced up out of curiosity. 

"Uh hi, Grace?" spoke the low male voice on the other end. 

"Yes . . . this is Grace," I repeated slowly, calling out the fact that we had already established this. 

"Oh, hi Grace," the voice spoke nervously, "this is Mike, from yesterday?"

I already knew who it was, and I was excited to hear from him so quickly. I wanted to play it cool however and I looked right at Stacy as I said, "Oh, why hello . . . Michael." Stacy's eyes widened, as did her mouth. "Did you finally remember from where it was you recognized me?"

I was playing this off as best I could. 

"I'm afraid I still can't place it Grace," he spoke into my ear with his deliciously tenor voice, "but I was wondering if you would like to get a coffee with me sometime. Maybe if we talked a little it would come back to me."

"Michael," I started, and then asked, "May I call you Michael?"

"Definitely."

Of course I could. I heard a lot of people in the background around him, and then suddenly there was cheering. 

"Michael, let's cut the charade and just admit that you don't really know me from anywhere, am I right?"

"Um yeah, okay, that's true," he managed uncomfortably, "I saw you yesterday and I just had to meet you. I haven't stopped thinking about you since."

"Why Michael, that is so flattering," I winked at Stacy who was trying to get closer to hear the other side of the conversation. "I couldn't help but notice the shiny ring on your finger though Michael," I pressed on, "and where are you right now?"

The noise in the background was insistent, as if he were in the middle of a crowd of people . . .

"At a baseball game," he replied. "My son is playing and this is the first chance I have had to be alone to call you."

"So let me get this straight," I said as I pictured his sexy face in front of me, "a married man is calling me from his son's ball game to ask me out for coffee. Don't you think that throws up a few red flags for me Michael? I mean really, are you looking for trouble?"

"I, uh, haven't really been thinking this through . . ." he paused as the crowd cheered again and then subsided. "I just wanted to talk to you again, to maybe see you again Grace." 

"Well Michael," I said as I looked Stacy right in the eye and continued, "what would we talk about, over . . . 'coffee' was it?"

"Well, maybe we could start by getting to know each other bett. . . "

"Michael," I cut him off, "I really don't want to get to know you all that well, to be honest. You're a married man with kids, and I couldn't think of anything more complicated to get involved with . . . however . . ." I let this transition hang in the air like a piano. 

"If you would like to get together for any other reasons, I think we may have a lot in common, if you know what I mean . . . Michael."

The silence on the line and Stacy's jaw on the table was exciting, and I pressed on. 

"I mean, you might be a charming person to have a polite conversation with, but I would really rather have your help unbuttoning my expensive suit jacket and gently pulling it off of my shoulders, Michael."

"What? . . . I, um, I mean . . . yes." It was a glorious stammering of off-guardedness. I was starting to think my days of teasing men were actually just beginning. 

Stacy was smiling wide and moved her chair closer to me and I leaned heavy against the edge of the large conference table to help her hear. 

"Do you remember what I look like Michael?" I continued, taking the lead. 

"Of course I do Grace, you're beautiful," he replied in a flattering tone. 

"Tell me what you remember," I said.

"I remember . . . that I loved how big and gorgeous your eyes looked," he started, "how beautiful your hair was flowing across your shoulders, how soft your skin looked."

Now I was melting a little and thought about his searing eyes and his delicious mouth, picturing them both all over me. I was getting hungry again. 

"Wow Michael, I'm flattered," I said, unconsciously tucking my hair back behind my ear. "Did you really notice that much about me?" I was playing it a little easy. 

"I did Grace, and I would love to see you and admire you again," he pushed. 

"See me again? What would you do if you were to see me again?" I teased. 

"I would, um, take your hands in mine and let you know how beautiful you are," he mumbled into the phone. I could tell that he was sitting too close to other people, parents of other kids most likely, to be able to say much. That was good.

"That's so romantic Michael," I said, "do you still talk romantically like this with your wife?"

Stacy had to shove her hand over her mouth to keep herself from laughing out loud.

"I uh, . . . she's more . . . um," he tripped over himself, which was exactly what I was going for. 

"Relax Michael, I don't really care about that," I continued, "I'm just messing with you. You know, I remember you quite vividly as well. I was actually hoping you would follow me into that store yesterday, and then having you so close like that had me wanting to see you again as well."

"Really?"

"Really Michael. Who are you there with right now?" I asked, wanting to know his surroundings. 

"Just some other parents, we are at the school ballpark, sitting on some bleachers," he confessed, "I'm on the end."

I tried to picture the scene. Sweaty little boys running around with dirty knees, mom and dad watching them fumble around in the grass as best they can. The cold aluminum straps of seating bolted to a rickety painted steel frame below. 

"Really though, who's there?" I asked suddenly.

"What?" he asked back, confused.

"I mean, who else might accidentally overhear you talking to another woman, with your child playing ball right in front of you," I said a little more forcefully to drive my point home, but not too much. 

"Well," he started under his breath, "there is Mr. Gunrudy, his boy is my son's best friend. And then there is Mrs. Perkins, she is the head of the PTA and her son Paul is the captain of the team."

"It would probably be better if they not overhear any of your wayward conversation then, wouldn't it Michael?"

"Probably," he said slowly, clearly wondering where I was going with this. 

"Then just listen," I swallowed hard and started to talk. "I think you're hot Michael, sexy in fact. You're eyes melted me in that store and I wanted to press my wet lips against yours and run my hands all over your chest."

I was shaking with nervousness and excitement and Stacy's smile was painted on. Her eyes were sparkling with anticipation, cheering me on with their flashy gleam. 

"Would you like that Michael, to feel my lips on you?"

"Oh yeah . . . I mean, yes," he was trying to cover his unexpected exhilaration in public. This was going to be good. 

"Well, I've been told that my lips are like soft wet candy, if you can imagine that. Did you even know that I'm not even fully dressed right now? I mean, I'm pretty much dressed, but my shirt is still over there on the bed. It's kind of hot to think about, isn't it?"

Stacy put her hands on her hips and looked at me like "really?" and I just shrugged.

"I wish you could see me standing here without a shirt on Michael," I continued teasing, "My strapless bra can barely hold in the creamy tops of my naked breasts." I was being bad and I knew it. Spank me.

"Oh man," said Mike, his tone clearly portraying a desire to be somewhere other than another school function.

"I know Michael," I dripped into the phone, "They look like sexy ripe pears on my chest, just begging for someone to come along and take a big juicy bite."

The brilliant silence this time told me what I needed to know. His pants were starting to get tight, and he would need to keep a stern outwardly look as he held that phone to his face like it was his only source of air under a mile of water. 

"Oops, am I saying too much?" I chuckled intentionally, "I don't mean to be so forward Michael, after all we just met. I just want you to know how sexy you make me feel. I am actually touching my breasts now through the tight silky fabric. I wish it were your hands touching them instead, squeezing them Michael, rubbing your thumb over my sexy little bumps in the middle. 

"Michael? Are you still there?"

"Uh, ahem, yes . . .I-I'm here. Wow . . . you're really descriptive."

I liked the sounds of that, and I knew he liked the sounds of me too. 

"I know Michael, I can't help it. Listening to your voice is making me wish you were here next to me, breathing in my scents, feeling my hands unbuttoning your shirt and snaking their way along your handsome chest."

Stacy was staring at me in wonder. Hearing me on the other end of the phone was one thing, but seeing me actually weaving these words together in front of her must have been something else. I couldn't tell if she was enjoying it or getting uncomfortable.

"I imagine you feel very nice Michael, strong. I feel like pressing my chest against yours and kissing you again. Would you let me? I think I might even part my lips a bit this time, letting you know you can push your tongue in my mouth if you want to Michael. Would you? Mmmm, that's it. Kiss me, I like that. I bet you are fantastic kisser, aren't you Michael? I can't help but wonder if you are the soft and scrumptious type, or bold . . . and hungry."

I was actually wondering that now, picturing his sexy face in my hands. My legs were having one hell of a time trying to hold me up, so I slid into a chair next to Stacy's with my face toward the door. I was hardly worried about anyone walking in on my hot phone call, however. People have walked in on much worse around this office. 

"Either way I want to taste your lips Michael. I want to open my mouth to you and let our wet tongues slide around each other, wishing they could do more. Would you let me do more Michael? What if I just lightly kissed my way down to your neck and ran my tongue back and forth along your collar?"

"Oh man," is all he could muster. I was seeing a pattern here. I heard in my head Stacy's exasperated voice from last night, "Oh god."

A smile stretched across my flushed cheeks and I reached over and rubbed Stacy's knee a little as she leaned back in the office chair. Having two audience members made me choose my words more carefully, seeing how far I could go with both of them. 

"Your skin tastes like manly energy Michael, I like that. I am so hungry for you right now. If we were together would you kiss me on the neck too? I want to feel your lips touching my sweet soft skin, your tongue licking up to my ear and gently pushing inside. OH Michael! That's really turning me on. I can't help but slide my hand down to feel for your cock in the front of your tight pants. Oh my, I found it right away! It's hard. I have to rub it through your pants as your tongue in my ear sends waves of lust into me. What are you doing to me Michael?"

I was hoping that it was he who was getting waves of lust from the sensations in his ear, as I breathed every word across the line. I started shifting around in my seat, and Stacy noticed and gave me one of those understanding looks. She was right, I could have dropped my dainties right there in front of her. Stacy herself was looking extremely hot to me again too, no tequila needed. 

Michael's total silence was perfect for now as I was just getting warmed up. 

"You've got me under your spell now as I reach up and unhook my bra, letting my tender breasts fall out for you to see. I feel so exposed now Michael. Do you like them? They are soft and round, and they bounced a little when I let them out. Did you notice? You can touch them. Really, go ahead. You can feel my naked breasts, hold them . . . taste them even. Wrap your lips around my pink nipple, it is so sensitive."

Okay even I knew I was getting carried away here, but my most recent showdowns with arousal had left me with an itchy trigger finger. I wondered if he needed to get adjusted in his seat as Mrs. Perkins and Mr. Gunrudy sat close by. 

Stacy actually reached up and lightly pinched her own breast through her suit jacket, her hooded eyes on me as she did. It wasn't much, just a stimulus for me as I continued. 

"Oh, Michael. How does my breast feel inside your mouth? Is it hot? It feels hot to me. Can you squeeze my round cheeks in back while you nurse on my tits Michael? They are firm and sexy, right? Does it make your cock hard to suck my naked tits Michael? Can I see? Will you take your cock out of your pants and show it to me? I want to look at your cock, bare naked for me, hard as nails while I drop my sexy skirt in front of you."

"Oh my GOD Grace, what are you doing?" he asked in exasperation. I paid no mind to him. I leaned forward in my chair and spoke words directly to Stacy as she moved her hand a bit lower on her body.

"Are you surprised to see that I'm not wearing panties Michael? Put your hand down there and feel how wet I am right now, can you feel it? You did that. My god your fingers are touching my slippery wet pussy Michael. You're rubbing it now, oh my god. I am getting seriously worked up here! Now I have to hold your naked cock in my hand. OH MICHAEL . . . your cock. It's the best I have ever felt! Keep your hand on my juicy slit while I pump this naked cock of yours for you. You're soo nice and hard. 

"Oh god yes," I whispered in response to seeing Stacy, who had inched her neat navy skirt up to her upper thighs, making her look very lewd and seductive in our professional conference room. Her fingers were inching closer to their magnetic goal as her eyes drilled into mine. 

"Uh, oh shit . . .um Grace, hold on a minute . . . sorry," Michael suddenly fumbled into the phone, and then all I could hear was muffled talking and loud distortion as a hand or pants leg rubbed across the microphone on the other end. 

I let out a sigh of annoyance and put my hand over my phone as well, "I'm on hold. Can you believe that?" Then I smiled wide at Stacy who had no intention of backing down from her own arousal on account of the man on the phone. 

I rolled my chair quickly toward her reclining body, her skirt bunched up in front and her hand underneath, showing me her dark blue patch of silk as her fingertips lightly grazed the surface. 

I had to do something sexy in that moment, so I reached quickly forward and joined her fingers, pushing her panties softly into her cushiony sex as her eyes shot wide, and then relaxed into an accepting gaze.

Our fingers rubbed together lightly for a moment, and I knew immediately that I had to have this girl again. 

Michael came back on the phone and I eased back away from Stacy's playful legs.

"I'm so sorry Grace, I have to go. One of the boys that we brought with us gashed his knee, so we need to run him home," he explained, and I really felt his concern and compassion for the boy in his voice. That didn't stop from saying this however:

"Oh no you don't Michael, if you hang up that phone on me now that will be the last time we speak, do you hear me?"

The silence on the line was excruciating, and never ending. He didn't speak and neither did I, and he didn't hang up the phone either. 

After what seemed like too long, watching Stacy push her silky panties around between her legs with a shocked look on her face, I quickly added, "ok-go-you-can-call-me-later." Click. 

Stacy and I both exploded in laughter as I set my phone on the table and rolled back over to her, watching her eyes on me and her hands smoothing down her skirt. 

"Was that hot?" I asked, knowing the answer.

"Oh my god Grace, if he wouldn't have had to go, he probably would have needed to find a bathroom or something to jerk his cock off into. You were so hot, obviously," she said glancing down to her lap. 

"You were getting a little worked up there Stace, weren't you?" I said placing my hand on her thigh, "I hope you didn't mind my help, I just couldn't resist."

"Gracey," she said, placing her hand over mine, "you know I love you, and as long we are friends I want us to be as close as we've ever been, even closer."

I felt a wave of emotion come up from somewhere and placed my hand on her face and lightly kissed her soft lips.

"Are you free tonight?" I asked nervously.

***

Stacy and I had lunch at Doreo's once we finally extracted ourselves from the office around 3:00pm. We sat close and talked a lot about her case and the recent revelations of the past 24 hours. Michael hadn't tried calling back, but we were both positive he would. I mean, who wouldn't?

As we timidly nibbled on forkfuls of lunch, we gazed across the table at each other, rediscovering something about ourselves that we had forgotten. I could feel Stacy's eyes on my lips as I spoke, and I casually lifted my hand and touched my own neck to bring her eyes lower. I slowly undid the topmost button of my blouse as she watched, and her eyes and lips both smiled at this. I felt her foot slip against the side of my own, lazily moving up and down. 

I wasn't sure what had gotten into me lately. I couldn't imagine that Michael had enough charisma to suddenly make me so sexual that I wanted to flirt with my best friend. I didn't think I was in love with another woman or anything either, I was just extremely aroused now, constantly it would seem. Just Stacy's high heeled shoe up against my calf was sending electrical signals into my brain to get naked already. Professional help was most certainly in order.

"You have his number now," Stacy said, sliding her toes almost up to my knee, "will you call him?"

"I don't know," I replied, my eyes deep inside hers, "I think I might just ride out this level of anticipation for as long as it lasts. I mean, what the hell is he turning me into here?"

"Got me," she said, glancing inside my shirt again and then back inside my eyes, "I like it. This Grace is much more fun than moody workaholic Grace. I haven't seen that glimmer in your eyes since I don't know when, it's sexy."




Aural Fixation



I think she winked at me and then put her foot back on the floor. I could hear her mind racing quietly as she looked back down at her plate again. 

"You're sexy," I said, leaving my eyes chained to hers. She smiled coyly and picked quietly at her cobb salad and said nothing. I felt her foot again, and this time there was only stocking covered toes inching their way up my leg, having shed their heeled skin below.

I must have flinched or signaled my surprise, as her smile grew wider with her eyes still buried in her lunch. Her tender toes worked their way up to my knee, and I reached under and wrapped my fingers around her petite digits. She looked up to me again and wiggled her toes in my grasp, and I massaged them through their nylon encasement.

I spoke softly, rubbing her foot along the inside of my nervous thigh, "Have you ever thought about that night between us Stace?"

"I might have, a time or two," she said easily, comfortable as always in speaking candidly with me, "I think I just filed it in my mind with the time I went topless at Mardi Gras and that night a bunch of us camp counselors all masturbated together after the kids went to sleep."

"Ah yes," I smiled, "you told me about that one. The woodsy circle jerk. Hot story." 

I pushed some food around my plate as I dropped my gaze, feeling an awkward tension starting to build. I had to come clean. 

"Stacy, I think I want you again," I managed, a little shaky in the delivery, "I mean, we have shared so much, and I have been feeling insatiable inside. I don't know if it's you, or Michael, or both that's doing it to me, but I want to find out." 

"Grace honey," Stacy looked hard at me as I met her eyes again, "I told you already that I am here to share this with you. You make me so hot, and I am burning up over here just thinking about you and me again."

With that she pushed her toes through my fingers and along the inside of my thigh, close to my warm center. She rubbed her toes up and down my bare skin just beyond the top of my stocking, and I grabbed her calf and held her there, scooting my hips closer so her toes could touch the warm spongy gusset between my legs. 

We gazed at each other with one part love and one part lust, with a dash of daring sitting there in our cozy booth. 

"Did you really shave it all off Gracey?" she asked, pushing her toes into my sex and moving them around. 

"No," I admitted, "I just threw that in for effect."

"Wow, you're good. I could actually see it." Stacy said as she found my hot button and pushed it hard. Her sexy toes manipulated me better than I would have thought possible from her position, and I breathed in quickly and opened my eyes wide at her. "Then I guess I should stop looking for that sexy cock you were telling me about."

She definitely winked this time and pushed hard into my pubic bone and then pulled her foot quickly back down to the floor. At that very second our waitress arrived, bringing us a check and to ask about refilling our drinks, sending my heart rate into the stratosphere. 

"What?" the waitress asked. Apparently I looked as if I had something very important on the end of my tongue about to fall off. I violently shook my head and looked away. 

"Don't mind her," Stacy responded on my behalf, "she just found out she has a hot date tonight, and she's a bit nervous."

"Oh," the waitress replied, "well then, in that case, don't worry, I'm sure it will turn out better than you can possibly imagine." 

I looked down and nodded, "Yes, I'm sure it will, thank you." 

Turning to Stacy the waitress set our bill on the table and finished with, "if that will be all, you can just bring the check up to the front."

She turned to me, "Have a great time on your date."

"Thank you, I will."

Stacy said it.

***

Stacy arrived at my place around 8:30 and let herself in as usual. I was fidgeting away in the bathroom with my makeup, and my lashes, and my brows, and my lips, and . . .

"You back there Gracey?" she called down the short hallway. 

"In here hon," I replied, my face practically right up against the mirror as I pulled yet another piece of something indiscernible to the naked eye from my skin. 

When her form appeared in the doorway, I turned to look. She was fantastic, dressed in a flowy white blouse over tight dark jeans and tall brown boots. Her hair was done and pulled back a bit, just enough to show her glowing face amongst all those auburn curls. 

"You look great doll," I said, allowing my eyes to run up and down her body like a shiver. 

"Thanks babe," she said back to me, "are you planning on wearing pants tonight or what?"

I looked down. I had on my button down blouse but it was open, and my jeans were still in the other room, leaving me in my pink lacy bottoms coordinated with their bust enhancing companions above.

"I was toying with the idea of pants," I quipped in return, "just to throw them off my scent."

Stacy stepped into the room and next to me upon hearing those words from my lips. She stood directly in front of me and inhaled deeply through her nose. 

"That's some scent," she said gazing into my eyes, letting me know what she meant. She slid her hands under my shirt and around my waist, pulling me in and letting her gentle fingers rest just above my panty covered backside.

My heart started a drum roll, and my legs were shaking in an instant. I hadn't been this close to another person with my pants off in a long time. I was flushed and nervously hugged her with my facial implements still dangling in my hands. 

She pulled away again and I looked to the side, saying to her reflection in the mirror, "Well let's not make that scent any stronger, shall we?"

We both laughed and Stacy left the room to wait for me to finish. 

Once we were ready we headed out into the city to find some entertainment. We grabbed a bite to eat at Philly & Fawn and headed a couple blocks over to Groove City, our favorite lounge and nightclub. We ran into a couple of friends, had a few superficial conversations with strangers and became downright bored very quickly. Did the steam actually run out of the night, or were we just going through the motions to get to the end part?

After a couple of weak drinks I leaned into Stacy's ear and said, "I think I want to call Michael right now, is that wrong?"

Stacy looked at me to see if she could read what I really meant by that. "Do you want to go back to your place?"

"More than anything."

"Thank god."

We quickly made our way out of the club and down the busy street to my building, walking shoulder to shoulder. I wanted to hold her hand, or put my arm around her, or push her up against a building and slide my hot tongue down her throat. Instead I hooked my arm in hers and watched her smile warmly at me.

We made it back to the safety of Hans, my door man, and I smiled a greeting at him as usual. 

"Back so soon Miss Camden?" he asked as we floated through the door he was holding for us. 

"Yes Hans," I intoned, "it's been a strange evening." 

"That's not always a bad thing," he winked at us and we smiled in return on our way to the elevator. 

Once inside I pushed the dark number 64 and it lit up around my finger, signaling it's acceptance of my instruction. We stood in awkward silence as the carriage began its long ascent to the upper section of the building. 

I looked down and noticed Stacy wringing her hands; I looked up into her eyes. I was so hot for her I just asked:

"What would you do if I tried to kiss you right now Stace?"

"I'd probably melt right in your arms Gracey."

I leaned slowly in to her and our lips nervously came together, a spark of elevator charge jumping across to make the connection ahead of us. We flinched, and then pressed into each other, our soft lips merging and fitting together as we already knew they did. 

How had we waited so long to repeat this feeling of our soft mouths touching? My hands were awkwardly at my sides, slightly raised as if afraid to really touch my friend, even though our lips were kissing. I wanted to open my mouth to her, to taste her inner moistness and let our tongues dance again, and as my hands came up to her face and finally touched her cheeks, she beat me to it. 

Our kiss gained steam at that moment and I felt my lips open and a vaguely familiar tongue entering my mouth, licking my lips and searching for a dance partner. I accepted, and the sensual samba in our mouths began. 

I felt Stacy's arms grab around my waist, and I leaned into her, pressing our bodies together. Our equal heights caused our breasts to compress as we squeezed together. 

The oral dance we shared was a slow, sensual one. I was amazed at how much I was enjoying having my friend's tongue in my mouth, and was in no hurry to have it leave. 

After what felt like 4 floors, although it was 64, the bell sounded and we stepped apart, licking our lips and smiling warmly at each other. We both went right to fixing our hair and fidgeting with our clothes as the elevator doors broke their own long kiss and slowly pulled apart. 

This time we held hands as we made our way to my apartment. It was a bit strange, since I had made this exact freshly-elevator-kissed walk to my apartment before, but nothing had been as comfortable and genuine (and sober) as this walk was. 

Once inside we dropped our purses on the sofa and kept hold of each other's hands on our way to the kitchen to find something to drink. I let her hand go from mine as I opened the fridge, the cool air falling across my open toes. As I leaned in to poke around, Stacy came up behind me and ran her fingers up my back, her hips leaning into my body. 

"Can I interest you in something . . . to drink I mean," I asked from within the lighted opening, enjoying the feel of her soft hands rubbing my skin through my blouse. 

"Anything is fine hon, really," she replied, letting her hands roam my torso in sensual circles of touch.

I grabbed up two bottles of sparkling water and turned around to face my friend, whose hands were still on me and then suddenly wrapped around my waist. She was tantalizingly close. My clothes were aggravatingly tight.

Reaching my hands around her waist, I set the bottles on the island counter behind her. 

We looked into each other's eyes, searching for any signs of resistance or regret. Finding none we touched our foreheads together and sighed, smiling with our hearts. The view of our covered breasts, aligned in an alternating pattern of away and toward, was making my pulse dance.

I already knew this body next to mine, and it was spectacular. This body wasn't about taking, it was about giving. It wasn't so much solid, as it was sensual. It didn't need . . . it wanted.

I had to say something to her. I moved my mouth to her ear and softly spoke, "I want to taste you again Stacy. I can't stop thinking about your naked body, I want to see it. Can I see you again Stace?"

She sighed outwardly and swallowed hard, nodding her head enthusiastically. 

I continued whispering, "I can't wait to have my mouth on you Stacy." I grabbed the bottom of her blouse and moved my hands up under her arms. She pulled her bulbous mounds away from mine to allow the fabric to pass between us. Her silky yellow brassiere came into view as she lifted her arms. I pulled the useless covering over her head and threw it onto the counter behind. 

She pressed back into me and her breasts pushed together forming a wonderful cleavage of raw skin for my eyes to get lost in. 

"So sexy Stace," I whispered as our arms entwined again. 

Our lips met and the heat was electric. We playfully chewed each other's lips and drank in the soft feeling of our tongues sliding together.

Just then a familiar song began to play, the chorus to one my favorite tunes. It was soft and far away, but I knew in an instant that it was my phone. 

"I'm not answering that," I spoke into her eyes. 

Stacy suddenly stepped toward the ringing, quickly dragging me along.

"Yes you are," she said loudly to me, "you are going to talk to him right now and I am going to drive you crazy while you do it."

The gleam in her eye let me know that she was way ahead of me on this. My mind worked quickly to get on board as we reached the sofa. I plunged my hand into my purse and extracted my large phone, quickly swiping the noisy screen while the music brightly played.

"Hello, this is Grace," I sang into the phone. 

"Hi Grace, it's Mike," came the predicted voice across the line. I nodded to Stacy, and an idea flashed into my head as I dove into my purse again with my free hand. 

"Well, hello Michael," I said, sounding tentatively pleased that he had called. After all, I was already quite happy with my 'date' and where the night was leading. I found the object of my desire and fastened it to my ear, clicking on the switch underneath. "How is your little friend doing?"

His voice suddenly appeared in my opposite ear, the one with the device attached, "Um, excuse me?" He was apparently confused. 

"Your little friend with the gashed knee," I elaborated into the headset now, "is he going to make it?"

I pressed a little circle on my phone screen and his digital voice suddenly jumped out into the room from the hidden speakers on the wall for us to hear, "Oh, yes, we think he'll live."

A shocked look covered Stacy's adorable face as she stared at me in awe. I walked up to her and rubbed her cheek as I continued speaking into the ear piece. 

"Oh good," I said, placing the phone on the marble end table next to her, "it sounded serious. I mean, what were we even talking about anyway Michael?"

"Oh, uh . . . " 

This was going to be famous. 

"No matter," I interrupted, "I just got home now, and actually I have a friend visiting." 

"Oh, you have company," he said, "Should I call you another time then?"

"That's okay Michael," I soothed, "It's my best friend Stacy. We were just out at a club and decided to head home early. I was hoping you'd call you know."

"You were?"

"Of course Michael," I lowered my voice a bit, "you already know how I feel about you, don't you?"

I actually said this to both of them as I looked into Stacy's eyes and smoothed my hands down her shoulders, along the sides of her covered breasts and underneath. She continued to smile at me and wrapped her hands around my waist.

"I've already told Stacy all about you, so there's no need to worry," I soothed. "Are you at home right now?"

Stacy looked at me with desire in her eyes, and I leaned in to softly kiss her as Michael spoke deeply overhead into the room, "Yeah, I'm at home, and everyone is actually gone for the night."

Stacy's eyes widened and I pulled back from her lips to smile wide. 

"Is that so?"

"Uh huh, and I was hoping we could talk some more, but if you have company we can just connect later I guess."

"That is so sweet Michael. It's okay though, Stacy and I were just messing around over here. She actually heard me talking with you earlier today as well."

We could hear an audible gulp as he said, "She did?"

"Oh yes Michael," I continued my agonizing tease, "she loves it when I talk like that. I should warn you though. She's actually listening right now. She is looking right at me Michael, but I don't think she'll mind if we talk. I mean, she's not even wearing a shirt right now!"

Stacy smiled and looked down, shaking her torso back and forth at me. 

"Really?"

"Oh yeah, I think she is trying to seduce me or something," I chuckled into the earpiece and ran my hands down her bare arms and then whispered softly to them both, "I think it's working."

"Oh man."

"Where are you, in your home I mean," I asked as I leaned in close to Stacy and pushed her hair away from her face a little. 

"I'm in my family room now, about to head somewhere a bit more comfortable," said Michael from somewhere vague in my living room.

"Good idea," I swooned as my lips softly touched down into Stacy's again. Her mouth opened and I pressed my wet lips into hers, searing our heads together.

We could hear some movement on the line as he was apparently relocating. I took this time to taste Stacy's luscious lips some more and run my hands through her curly hair. I closed my eyes and pressed my body against hers, once again pressing our breasts together. I lowered a hand and set it on her shoulder as we kissed, and lightly tugged her elastic strap over the edge, letting it fall. 

I pulled away and broke our kiss, leaving us both a little flushed and more aroused. Stacy's eyes were on me as I spoke, "Oh god Michael, we just kissed. Seriously, that was intense. I have to say, I think I'm getting turned on by my best friend here. Seeing her shirtless and feeling her wet lips on mine is so hot, don't you think?"

"That is so hot Grace, I can't believe it. Is she really there or are you just messing with me?"

We heard the muffled movement on his side of the line subside, and could tell he had found a more comfortable environment. A bedroom perhaps?

"Oh she's here alright, aren't you Stacy?"

"Hi Michael," Stacy cooed near my mouth, "Grace is right you know, it's getting very hot over here."

"Holy shit . . . uh, sorry," Michael quickly added as we silently stifled a giggle, "you're actually serious!"

"Why of course Michael," I said, running my fingers along the upper edge of Stacy's silky brassiere, dipping the tips of my fingers under the border, "I'm actually trying to feel inside her sexy bra right now. I mean, I've seen her tits before Michael. I've even had them in my mouth, but just once. That was a long time ago, wasn't it sweetie?"

Stacy kept her eyes on me and her look to me said 'too long' as she reached back and unclasped her carriage, allowing her milky handfuls of breast to appear in front of me. 

I was speechless for a moment as I gazed upon her feminine beauty. I didn't remember her chest as being so perfect and tempting. I wanted nothing more than to devour her flesh and bite her tight nipples right off and swallow them whole. 

"Oh my god Michael," I slowly played it out for him, "she just unhooked her bra, she's lowering it away right now. Oh . . . her tits are out for me . . . they're beautiful, I can't stop staring at them!"

"Oh man," said Michael, then lower, "how do they look?"

"Oh Michael, they are so round and sexy, like luscious pink grapefruit halves," I reported back, "Her rosy nipples are stiff and pointing right at me. I'm shaking here. I think I have to touch them."

I reached out and cradled her pert breasts in my girlish hands, feeling the silky skin give way as my fingers touched down and pushed into her baby soft hills of skin. Her hard nipples pushed into my palm, and I moved them this way and that, watching the supple skin give way under my grasp.

"My god, you can't even imagine how sexy these playful breasts are Michael," I said, knowing full well that he could definitely imagine. "My fingers are getting lost in here. I have to squeeze them. Oooh, yes, so soft."

Stacy watched as I practically groped her chest, a smile on her face replaced by exasperation as I took both of her nipples and tweaked them simultaneously. 

"Michael, would you mind very much if I took a little taste of these tender nipples for a second?" I asked in mock politeness.

"Of course Grace," he managed to get out, "take your time."

I leaned over and squeezed her right breast so the nipple was protruding from between my thumb and index finger, and I slowly brought my mouth down around it to make the soft connection.

Her rubbery nipple slid over my tongue and my lips made contact with her breast around it. I made more sucking noises than I probably would have otherwise, playing it up for our audience of one. I knew this would sound hot to him, and I was right. 




Aural Fixation



"I can hear you Grace," he said softly into the room around us, "do you really have her in your mouth?"

"Mmmmhmmm," I murmured around her flesh, pulling off so say, "she tastes as good as I remember, better even. Her nipples are so hard right now, I think she's getting turned on having my wet mouth on her naked tits, aren't you honey?"

Stacy ran her fingers through my long, straight hair and down to my neck. I stood up, eye to eye with her again and pressed her naked chest against my shirt, feeling her bare buttons poking into me. She moved her hands to the front of my blouse and started working at undoing it. I stepped back a half step and watched her fingers slowly exposing my covered skin. 

"Oh, she's unbuttoning my shirt now, can you believe that? She's my best friend and I think she wants to see my breasts Michael. Do you Stacy? Do you want to see my bare tits again?"

She nodded with her eyes on her work, two buttons undone.

"I'm a little nervous now Michael," I revealed honestly, "I feel like both of you are watching my body appear from beneath my blouse here."

"You are so beautiful Grace," Michael said overhead, "I would love to see more of your skin."

"That would be nice Michael, and I know you will," I assured him, "You will have your hands on my bare skin soon enough. You will see what Stacy gets to see tonight, which right now is my white blouse, completely unbuttoned by the way, and my silky pink bra peeking out."

Stacy pulled the shirt down my shoulders and it landed on the floor by our feet without a sound. She leaned forward and tilted her head to bring her lips to my exposed neck line as her hands traced the cups of my breasts.

"Oh, mmmm, Stacy," I moaned softly, "that's it, kiss my neck honey. Oooh you're making me crazy here, that feels fan-TAS-tic."

We heard a soft groan on the other line and Stacy took her lips from my neck and formed them into a brilliant white smile for me. She was loving this. 

"Michael, I think I'm going to kiss my friend for a minute here," I said, "I can't help it. I have to. Why don't you tell me about what you are wearing and where you are right now?"

I leaned into Stacy and our ruddy lips met again, this time our tongues went right into a wrestling match in our mouths, our hands exploring our newly exposed flesh. 

"Well, I am in my bedroom now, and I have on a pair of board shorts and a T-shirt," Mike explained into the room, "I have a lamp on next to the bed but it is pretty dim."

I didn't want to break the kiss, but I also wanted to keep the conversation going so I pulled tentatively away from Stacy and brought my hands up to cradle her soft naked breasts between us while I spoke. 

"That sounds very comfortable Michael," I managed, a little breathy, "Are you feeling aroused listening to two shirtless women making out on the phone for you?"

"So aroused Grace," he admitted, "I still can't believe this is happening."

"Oh, you better believe it," I said, feeling my suddenly unclasped bra loosening its tight grip on my tender mammaries, "and now believe this; Stacy just unhooked my bra on me. Go ahead honey, slip it right off of there. That's it. Oh Michael, they're out. She is looking at my naked chest right now. I feel so exposed. Our bare breasts are almost touching now and . . . oh god . . . that's nice. They're together Michael. Can you imagine this? Holy shit that's good! So soft."

"Oh man," said Mike, an obvious longing in his voice. 

"Oh Stacy," I whimpered, "you feel so great against me." Our chests together looked so hot, and her lusty eyes on me were about all I could take. I slammed my mouth into hers and noisily and sloppily made out with my best friend. Our arms were entangled as we kissed and one of her knees slipped in between my legs, pushing her thigh against my pubic bone. 

I pulled back painfully from our kiss again, a bit breathless, and ground down hard on her leg. 

"Oh honey, touch my tits again for me, mmmm . . . that's it. I want you to taste them. Let me feel your open mouth on me . . . oh god . . . that's nice. Just like that. Bite my nipple honey, oooh, yes.

"Michael?"

"Yeah?"

"Did you say you were getting aroused over there?"

"I did Grace."

"Tell me about it."

An awkward silence appeared, and then he began, "Well, my shorts are clearly not doing a very good job at covering me at the moment, and listening to you on the phone has made it difficult to contain."

"Made what difficult to contain Michael," I said as Stacy licked and toyed with my naked chest. 

"My erection Grace."

"So you're hard Michael?"

"So fucking hard Grace," he breathed into the room, sending chills up both of our topless spines. This was better than we could have ever planned. 

"Oh god Michael, I can almost see your tented shorts," I swooned into my earpiece as I cradled Stacy's nursing face in my hands. 

Just then Stacy started unbuttoning my jeans, and then pulled my zipper down. I knew how tight they were so I dropped my hands to help her peel them over my hips. 

"Then I'm afraid this isn't going to help your situation any Michael," I teased as my pants came down. They were actually so tight that they brought my pink panties right down with them, "My pants are coming down now, and . . . oh shit, my panties too! Oh god I am totally out now Michael. Stacy can see my naked body with my pants down. Oh god I'm getting hot here, I feel so naughty like this. She pulled down my pants Michael, right down to the floor!"

"Oh god Grace that is so hot," he crooned to me overhead.

"I know, and now Stacy's eyes are right on my naked privates as she's pulling my pants off," I related to him as I watched Stacy work my feet through the pant legs. "Oh god Michael, now I'm totally naked here. You are talking to a stark naked woman on the phone right now. How does that sound?"

"So awesome Grace, I wish I could see your body right now," he groaned as we listened, "I am getting so turned on here."

"Really Michael? I wish I could see that tent in your shorts," I breathed into the earpiece as Stacy ran her hands up between my legs and firmly brushed her dainty fingers across my pussy lips on her way back up to me. 

I shivered to my core as my pale naked gooseflesh rippled under Stacy's tantalizing touch. She brought her hands up to my breasts again and wrapped her warm fingers around them. I had to keep talking. 

"Stacy has her hands all over me now Michael. She is feeling all of my naked skin and rubbing my hard nipples. She's my best friend Michael, and she's feeling me up like only a lover can. Did I mention she ran her fingers right over my bare pussy? My pussy Michael. It's out now, in the room for Stacy to see and apparently touch. She touched it and now I think it's getting really wet down there. Do you want to feel it too? Oh wait, you can't."

I was being merciless here as Stacy was working over my nipples and drawing circles around my neck with her tongue. 

"Are you hard Michael?" I asked, knowing full well that he was.

"As a rock," he groaned, "I don't know how much of this I can take."

"Can you pull it out for me Michael?" I asked softly, demurely. "I want to know that you're out like I am. Can you take your shorts off for me?"

"Okay Grace," he said quietly, "I'll do it."

We heard some movement and then, "Okay."

"Okay what Michael," I prompted as Stacy pressed her soft pokey cushions into mine, reaching down to feel my bare ass. 

"It's out, Jesus Christ I can't believe I'm doing this," we heard him say. 

"Oh Michael, I bet it's beautiful," I gushed, "You're actually hard and it's out in the open for me, that is so sexy babe."

"You did it to me Grace," he replied, and then, "What is Stacy doing now?"

"Well, she has been trying to melt me by kissing my neck, and it's totally working. She has her hands on my bare ass right now and is rubbing me in between my pretty round cheeks back there. I think she wants me Michael. Should I let her have me?"

"God yes," was all he replied.

Stacy pulled back and walked me to the sofa and pushed me back onto it, spreading my knees apart and climbing right in between them. 

"Oh, she just pushed me onto the couch and now she is kneeling between my legs Michael. Her sexy breasts are staring right at me, and so is she," I gazed at Stacy with a lusty leer. She ran her hands up to my neck, and then down over my slathered tits and almost all the way to my sensitive spot. She leaned forward and started sucking on a hard nipple and squeezing my other breast with her sensual fingers. 

"Are you touching yourself Michael," I asked, hoping he was. Okay, knowing he was. 

"I am, I can't help it," he breathed at us. 

"Oh god Michael, you are so bad. Are you really stroking your naked cock over there?" I asked again, stressing the words for Stacy's sake, and she smiled in response looking up at me. 

"I think Stacy likes the sound of that," I continued, "I think we both like it Michael. Stroke that hard cock for us while Stacy licks her way . . . down . . . oh, wait . . . where are you going honey? Oh my god. Michael, I hope she's not heading where I think she's heading."

She was definitely moving lower on my body and her soft kisses were making my pussy actually purr. I slunk lower on the sofa cushion and looked over the tips of my breasts into her eyes still on me, her mouth reaching the brief patch of private fur above my dripping honey pot. 

"Oh no, Stacy, why are you doing that? You don't want to actually taste me down there do you . . . oh . . . oh fuck . . . oh yes, I guess, you do . . . oh that's fucking good!"

My body released a bucket of sweat and adrenaline as her mouth covered my hood and her tongue gently drew a little circle around the outer lips of my completely aroused pussy. I started breathing heavier, and I could tell our audience was on the edge of his seat, cock throbbing in his hand. 

"Oooh yes. She's licking my sweet pussy Michael. She's doing it. What do you think about that," I asked, wanting him to take over for a minute so I could enjoy myself.

"That is the sexiest thing I have ever heard Grace, oh my god," he spoke, and his low voice filled our bodies with his vocal arousal. "I am getting so turned on by this, you are so incredible!"

"Thanks Michael . . . oh . . . oh god . . . that's so good. Oh yeah honey, lick my pussy baby. Push your fingers in there for me, OH GOD! Fill me up . . . fuck I'm so wet. That's it baby . . . right there. Oh fuck. Fuck that pussy. OH god, she's fucking me Mike. She's sucking my clit and filling my pussy with her . . . oh shit . . . uh, uh, uh . . . fingers . . . ooooh yeah, that's it, oh oh oh oh god!"

I was whimpering now and started shaking as the reality of it all hit me like a bullet train into the side of my naked body. My best friend was sluicing her wet fingers in and out of me while the man of my sexy dreams listens in over the phone, his heavy breathing echoing through the room. 

I knew this would be quick. I had been building up all day, and the wave of ecstasy that devoured my body in and spit me out was so intense that I felt bad for Michael's poor ear drum as I exploded, "AAAAAHHHHH FUCK!!!! Ooohhh, oooohh, oooohhh, OOOOOOHHHH, OOOOHHH, OOOOOHHH FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUUUUUUUCCCKKKK!!! GOD YES STACY FUCK ME!!! OH FUCK . . . OH! . . . FUCK! . . . NNNNHHHHHHH . . . "

I shuddered hard, and poor Stacy hung on tight as I tried to shake her off like a bronco. She clamped her lips against my clit and wildly flicked her tongue against it, pushing her fingers all the way inside me. I grabbed her head tight between my legs and held on to her hair as my body convulsed in a wild and brutal orgasm, and it totally shook the entire fucking room . . . or at least it seemed like it . . . 

My face was burning up as I came back to earth and I looked down at my abused friend with a wide smile on her face. She sat back and rubbed between my shaky legs. I was trying to catch my breath, and I realized with a great deal of embarrassment that my display of raw release was broadcast over the air waves to a man I didn't really know. 

"Oh shit, Michael," I managed between panting breaths, "I'm sorry about that. I got a little carried away there."

"Oh my god Grace," is all he said at first, making me wonder for a second if that was too much. "I almost lost it right there, that was the hottest thing I've heard in my entire life!"

"Really Michael?" I asked, nervous about his opinion of me for the first time, "I was really just trying to turn you on a little, not scream in your ear while you listened."

"It's okay Grace, really," he soothed, "if it makes you feel any better, I'm about to explode myself over here."

"Really." I was intrigued. So was Stacy as she nodded at me and winked. 

"Mmmm, so your cock is pretty hard then, huh?" I asked, winking back at my deliciously wet faced friend. "Do you think you can you touch it without setting it off?"

"I don't know," he said softly, "you got me pretty worked up over here."

"Mmmm, I like that Michael. I think Stacy is thinking about your naked cock too, we both are. What do you think about that?"

"Oh god, I am so turned on by you two," he groaned overhead. Stacy stood up between my legs and started unbuttoning her pants. I sat up to give her a hand, and we pulled her jeans down to the top of her tall boots.

"Then I won't even tell you about how we're taking Stacy's tight jeans down right now. I can see her little yellow panties right here in front of me. Is that your pouty slit I see under there hon? It's a little wet. I can't even imagine what you might have been thinking about to make your pussy so wet already. Let's get these boots off of you honey," I said, reaching down and lowering a long leather zipper, the top of her boot spreading wide. 

"I bet you were thinking about Michael's cock, weren't you?" I asked accusingly, pulling her boot off of her dainty foot. "I can't blame you, I know it's on my mind. Do you think you'd be able to fit his entire naked cock in your mouth Stacy? You told me before how you love to let a man push his cock in your mouth so you can suck on it until he shoots his juicy cum in there. Is that true?"

I was being excruciatingly explicit for Michael's sake, although I knew I would get a nod out of her as well. She had mentioned this particular fascination of hers to me on many occasions. 

"It's true Michael, and now she's standing here in front of me in just her little wet panties. Oh my god I just want to pull them down. Should I? Should I take a peek at my best friend's naked pussy Michael?"

"Yes Grace," he breathed to me; to us, "Do it. Take them down. Look at your friend for me and tell me about it."

His low voice in the room telling me what to do caused another lusty wave of moisture to develop under me as my trembling fingers reached for her waist. Her lacy straps were just that, thin little bands holding a moist triangle of pale yellow fabric across her very pronounced lips underneath.

"I am starting to pull them down Michael," I breathed into the ear piece that had practically disappeared from my perception. He was basically God in the room and I was just talking out loud to him at that point. "She is shaking a little. I would be too if my best friend was staring at my panties and slowly sliding them down to expose my bare slit to her hungry gaze."

I was laying it on thick, hoping to keep his attention rapt while I enjoyed the playful tease. Stacy pushed herself closer to me, and my nose was literally inches from her womanly scent. I pulled the waistline out in front and peeked in, seeing her slightly furry triangle. My mouth grew into a circle. 

"Oh, I can see it. I had to peek inside Michael, and let me tell you she has a very sexy pussy. She is also quite aroused."

I blew lightly into her panties, causing her to exhale heavily and pet my head. I slowly peeled the panties away while relating the experience as best I could. 

"I'm going to pull them down now Michael. Can you picture it? I am totally nude sitting in front of my sexy friend, about to lower her tiny wet panties to the floor. They are rolling over her hips now, and her pretty brown fur is coming into view. They are about halfway over her hips Michael, she can tell I am about to see her private tasty naked muffin here. Turn around for me honey, will you?"

Stacy smiled and slowly rotated until her mostly panty covered bottom appeared in front of my face. 

"Oh now that is one sexy fucking ass baby," I gushed, "I am so hot sitting here looking at your cute little cleavage peeking out the top of your bunched up panties. I am going to pull your panties down Stace. I am going look right at your bare cheeks while you stand there in the nude in front of me. What do you think of that?"

"Michael?"

"Yes Grace," his voice overhead was startling, and even Stacy flinched. 

"I'm doing it," I whispered, "I'm pulling them down, oh my god I can see her perfect naked ass now. It's glorious. It's glorious honey," I said to Stacy. 

I stopped pulling, leaving her panties rolled up in a bulging line beneath her firm round cheeks. I brought my hands up to feel her, to squeeze and pinch her nude bottom. I had never really enjoyed another woman's bare ass before, and I wasn't about to pass it up now. 

I leaned forward and rested my forehead right against Stacy's perfect ass. I kept kneading her firm cheeks on either side of my own, and then ran my hands up her bare back. I pushed a little and she started to slowly bend at the waist. 

As Stacy continued forward my head was spinning with desire for her, and I pulled back to admire her lewd curvy figure. She was all ass and legs with a thick yellow line marking where her succulent butt ended and her long delicious legs began. I hooked my fingers under the balled up line of panty and pulled them down further. Her soft wet pussy began to appear between her delicate pink cheeks. 

"Oh god she's bending over for me Michael," I sighed, taken aback by the overwhelming sight, "her ass is up and I am pulling her tight panties right down on her. Here they go, around her ankles. Oh, she's nude . . . God damn, Stacy's bare body is bent over right in front of me. Her naked pussy is staring me right in the face. It looks wet. What should I do now Michael?"

"Grace, just slide your hand up starting from her inner ankle," he breathed into our souls as I listened to his manly instruction, "slide it slowly up her inner thigh . . . keep going . . . I want you to just slide it as high as you can go. Feel her body Grace."

I slid my fingers up the inside of Stacy's naked thigh, her skin popping out in goose bumps as I rose toward her soft creamy middle. Once there, my index finger lightly bumped her loose wet lips, and then softly parted them on its way to being nestled warmly within.

"Oh god she is so wet right there Michael," I moaned to him, "My hand is between her sexy lips. They spread right around my fingers. Should I rub her wet pussy Michael? Should I push my fingers against her swollen clit and make her crazy?"

"Yes Grace, feel your friend's sexy wetness," he breathed to us, "rub her pussy."

Stacy groaned hearing him as I pushed my fingers forward along her juicy slit and felt her water dripping down the back of my hand. She was soaked. I heard another moan from Stacy as she walked her naked feet further apart, allowing me better access to her juicy pie as well as an incredible view of her naked breasts hanging between her legs.

"I'm doing it Michael. I'm rubbing her pussy, and she's is so soft and wet. My fingers are just sliding right across her naked clit like there was nothing there. How does that feel honey? Do you want me to kiss it for you? Can I taste your sweet wet pussy now?"




Aural Fixation



I leaned in and touched her with my long snaking tongue, shivering with her exotic taste and electric softness. I heard her gasp and then groan, which prompted a manly groan from above as well. I ran my tongue around her lips and kept rubbing her bumpy clit with my soaking fingers. 

I pulled my head back a little and gently pushed a finger up inside Stacy's slippery tunnel. She moaned out to me and walked her hands forward, dropping us both to our knees on the cushiony throw rug. 

"Are you stroking your cock Michael," I moaned as I positioned myself behind Stacy, my fingers aggressively rubbing her juices around. "Look at the head of your cock. Don't you wish you could push it right between Stacy's wet juicy lips? She's on her knees in front of me now and couldn't be any more ready to have a hard cock sliding into her warm sexy cunt."

I ran a couple of my fingers backwards to her wet opening and placed them right at the doorway, positioned perfectly to push their way inside.

"Put your tip against her Michael. Feel her juices coating your cock, making it all slippery and wet. It would be so easy to push in there right now. So easy. She's ready for it you know. She'd let you do it. She'd stay perfectly bent over like this, on her knees, knowing you were about to slide your thick cock right up inside of her, and she'd stay still for you . . . waiting for it.

"Push into her Michael," I whispered, "Do it. Fuck her. Slide your cock into Stacy's warm wet cunt. Do it."

As I spoke I pushed my fingers, three of them in a tight triangle of penetration, up into my friend. 

"OH GOD," Stacy yelled out and we immediately heard Michael groan overhead as well. I pulled my fingers out a little and then pushed them in further. 

"You're doing it. You're fucking her. How does she feel Michael? She's so soft. Keep going. Oh yes, you're fucking my best friend."

I started to build momentum as Stacy pushed herself back to me, stretching her naked body out in front of me. The scene was so hot. I suddenly realized that I was actually fucking Stacy again, my wet fingers were easily pumping in and out of her and my other hand was rubbing her sexy naked ass and back. 

"Keep thrusting your hard cock into her. That's it. You're making her crazy here, she's heating up. Fuck that wet cunt Michael. Fuck it. Yes!"

I brought my face down lower where I could watch closely my hand pushing and pulling Stacy's outer lips around my tight plunging fingers. I wanted Michael to hear the wet sounds emanating from her excited sex, I wanted him to be there, fucking her . . . and then, I wanted him to be there, fucking me. 

"And here I thought you wanted me Michael," I said, changing the tone, "I mean, I really thought that when our eyes locked that first time you wanted to feel your hard cock pushing into me."

"I do Grace, more than anything," he said to me, "I have been dreaming about it."

"Then do it Michael," I continued, "pull your cock out of my friend and get behind me now. I want to feel that hard cock splitting me open Michael. That's it. I am going to keep my fingers fucking Stacy while you slide that cock up my . . . oh god . . . tight, little, oh . . . pussy!"

I was playing it up for him, but it was extremely arousing. I could feel Stacy getting worked up as she started matching my thrusts and moving her hips around. I reached under with my other hand and found her swollen clit. I went to work on her two handed and could hear the wet sounds of slippery sex echoing in the room, along with the heavy breathing of our invited eavesdropper.

"Oh god, are you fucking me Michael?"

"I am Grace, I'm doing it."

"I can feel it, I can feel it Michael. Push it in there. I've been waiting for you. Slide your cock into me and fuck that tight pussy baby. That's it. Fuck me. Oh god, fuck me!"

My enthusiasm was being spurred on by Stacy's sudden edgy movements against my forceful plunges. She was close, and I wanted her to cum for me. Now just her bare ass was in the air and her arms were stretched out towards the window. Oh shit, the window!

Neither of us seemed to care at this point that our sexual play was virtually out in the open air of the city as my tits bounced around while I fucked my naked friend on the floor of my apartment. 

"Oh god Michael. Are you close? Are you going to cum in me? Are you going to shoot right into me Michael?"

"I'm so close Grace, I've been close all night," he moaned.

"Tell us about it Michael. I'm fucking Stacy's slippery cunt over here. She's going to cum too!"

"My cock is so hard from picturing your naked bodies," he began, "I am ready to explode. I am going to cum all over the place when I do; it's going to get all over everything."

"YES!!" it was Stacy screaming as her hips gyrated around in wide circles. 

"Oh god I can hear her," he continued, "it makes me want to cum all over your naked bodies."

"We can hear you Michael," I told him, "your voice is in the room. We want to hear you cum all over us."

"I'm ready to cum," he said after a moment, "My cock is twitching, oh shit. I can feel it coming . . ."

"AH FUCK," screamed Stacy. She quickly reached under with one of her hands and joined my fingers on her clit and helped me with . . . okay, took over, rubbing frantically on it. 

"It's coming," he warned us, "oh god it's going to be intense. Fuck, here it comes. My cum, is about to . . . oh shit . . . oh . . . OH FUCK!"

His voice suddenly boomed into the room and Stacy belted out a scream as well as she pushed forward off of my fingers and fell forward, quickly rolling onto her back and pulling her knees up. Her fingers never left her clit as she bounced around naked and cumming in front of me as I could only watch in awe, unconsciously reaching between my own legs with soaking fingers. 

"OH . . . OH," Michael continued. It seemed like a true monstrous orgasm for him as his voice was strained and heavy. 

Stacy was chirping out little gasps of orgasmic bliss as her hand and hips jerked back and forth, her naked body writhing in delight on the floor in front of me like a horny python. 

Finally her movements eased into an occasional twitch of the hips as she rode out the final wringing waves of ecstasy. 

"OH my GOD," said Michael finally, clearly having blasted a hole in his ceiling over there. "That was the most intense feeling of my life. You two are amazing."

"Oh Michael, you sounded so wonderful," I said back to him, "we heard you. Stacy just came so hard!"

Stacy opened her eyes and looked down at me, a giant smile on her face.

"I heard it, that was so intense," he said, "I am so glad I could be there with the two of you."

"You must be a total mess over there Michael," I said playfully, "I mean, I could almost see the cum shooting out. I thought some of it was going to land over here!"

"Um, yeah," he lightly chuckled, "speaking of which . . . I should probably go before something gets permanently stained here."

"That's okay Michael," I said regretfully, not ready for this to end, "That was certainly fun though, wasn't it? I can't wait to hear from you again sometime."

"Oh you definitely will Grace," he assured me, "I think I am thoroughly infatuated now."

"Oh, I like the sounds of that Michael," I winked at Stacy, "until next time then?"

"Good bye Grace, and bye to you too Stacy!"

"Goodbye Michael," Stacy replied loudly, and then we heard the soft click overhead as we disconnected. 

I crawled my sweating body next to Stacy's on the rug, and placed my hand across her slick waist. Her eyes were on me the whole time, and I could see that she wasn't nearly done with me tonight. 

She breathed in deeply and then said, "You have GOT to get that man over here Gracey. I can't believe we just did that. What the hell was that even?"

"I don't know Stace, but that was easily the sexiest thing I have ever done."

"Me too."

"Are you done then?"

"Hardly . . ."

Thank god.