0 comments/ 22283 views/ 1 favorites OBS By: Starlight It was my friend Nina who brought him, and from the first instant when we were introduced I knew and he knew. It was like a jolting electric current passing between us as our hands touched. We looked into each other’s eyes and there was the recognition: “This is the One.” They had come with a group of girls, daughters from the nearby farms and the small township of Boorinda. Pretty, laughing girls enjoying a lovely summer afternoon and swimming in our pool. They too had eyes for him but then, apart from my father, he was the only other male present. “This is my cousin Rod,” Nina had said. “This is my friend Selene. “Rod is on vacation from the university; I hope you don’t mind my bringing him.” “Mind,” I thought, “What a ridiculous question. You have brought my destiny.” I smiled and said, “Of course not, you are very welcome, Rod.” “Thank you,” he replied. The timbre of his voice sent a delicious shudder through my body, and I felt a tingling sensation in my clitoris, and my nipples began to firm. All us young ones were on vacation from something – the local high school or more distant colleges or university. We were all in our late teens and pulsating with that wonderful energy of youth that is both emotional and physical. Rod was a little older and perhaps quieter than the squealing females. My parents had suggested inviting my friends over for an afternoon swimming party and tea, and now the giggling chattering girls went into the house to change into their swimming things. My father said to Rod, “Come with me and I’ll show you were you can change.” The swimming prepared girls began to emerge from the house clad in bikinis or similar maximum exposure gear. Their lovely young bodies glowing with good health and, as I thought looking at them, “They are like beautiful flowers ripe for picking.” If by ‘picking’ one meant sex, then I have to say that many of the girls had already been plucked several times over. My little blossom had not been gathered thus far. After-party struggles in the cars of hot blooded escorts there had been, but so far victory had been mine. You see, I had always known there would be “The One.” Now he had entered. I had not yet changed into my own swimming gear, so I went into the house and stripping off, put on my rather modest one piece bathing suit. I had a little piece of minor philosophy concerning this. It went something like this: There was no point in exposing in a tempting manner what I did not propose to give. When the moment came for me to give myself to a man in sexual love, he would see me naked and would be ready for him. I went out to the pool and saw Rod talking with my father clad in his swimming briefs. His splendid body tapered from broad shoulders down to narrow hips, and pressing against his briefs was the outline of a large sexual organ. He was laughing at some comment from my father and in doing show he displayed splendid white teeth behind full lips. He ran his fingers through near black hair, and sensing my presence as I knew he would, he glanced across at me with smiling dark brown eyes. In that moment I sent him a message. “We have plenty of time, my love.” He seemed to hesitate for a moment as if trying to collect his thoughts, then in my head I received his answer, “Yes, I know my love.” I cannot say I was the most physically attractive girl at the gathering. My figure was good but not as splendid as some now on show. My breasts are moderate in size and firm, but not as overflowing as some I could see. It may be arrogant of me to say so, but I tended to be a bit more serious and intelligent than most present. In short, for the predatory male there was more succulent prey than I ready and willing, than on the surface I would appear to be. None of this mattered, for Rod and I knew beneath the surface. At the first moment of meeting we recognised the other half of our beings. Our physical appearances mattered little, although I must admit it was very pleasant to realise that one’s life partner was such a handsome man. Rod hardly came near me all the afternoon. The girls made much of him, and some were clearly bent upon getting him to bed them before the day was out. He was polite to them played with them in the pool, but made no moves that indicated he would end up in any of their beds. Some times he would look across at me and instead of the electric jolt of our first meeting; the sensation was now a tingling that rippled through my body. My clitoris was pulsating with desire for him and my vagina wet. Strangely, as ready as I was for him, I felt no sense of urgency. The moment would come when it was due to come, and we could afford to wait in patience. So the afternoon lazed by with the guests and me swimming or stretched out on garden lounges chatting, eating and drinking the food and drinks supplied by my parents. Late in the evening the party began to break up, and Nina and Rod came to me to say goodbye. Nina gave me a kiss on the cheek and said, “A lovely afternoon, Selene, thank you.” Rod took my hand, not so much to shake it as to hold it, and said, looking into my eyes,”I shall see you soon.” “Yes,” I whispered, “Very soon.” Nina overheard this brief exchange and looked at us curiously, but said nothing. The two of them went off to thank my parents, and then departed along with the remaining guests. As we began the process of clearing up, my mother asked, “What did you think of the young man?” I smiled, “He’ll do.” My father laughed, “He’ll do for what?” “Whatever life brings to him, I suppose,” I replied. “Didn’t see you talking with him very much,” mother went on. “If she was interested in him she had plenty of competition,” father grinned. I failed to resist temptation and said, “I don’t think I had even the tiniest bit of competition.” “Arrogant hussy,” father said with a laugh. “It’s your entire fault Harry,” mother jokingly chastised him; “you spoilt her thoroughly.” The pair of them went into one of those teasing mock arguments of mutual recrimination, with me as the subject. They ended up cuddling me and telling me how grateful they were to have such a lovely daughter. Their “lovely daughter” decided it was time for bed, and after showering to rid myself of the chemicals used in the pool, I climbed gratefully into bed, naked as usual, and contemplated the afternoon and Rod in particular. I began to gently caress my breast with one hand, and circled my clitoris with a finger of the other hand. I tried to imagine what it would be like make love with Rod. One day it would be his hand on my breast, his finger circling my clitoris, of this I had no doubt. Meditating on these things, I began to feel drowsy and must have slipped into sleep; at least, that is how it seemed. Yet was it sleep? I seemed to be still aware of lying in the bed, my hand still on my breast, finger still in my vagina, but unmoving. Perhaps I was dreaming, but I felt a strange pulsing sensation that spread throughout my body, and slowly I seemed to rise from the bed as if drawn up by some magnetic force in the ceiling. I found myself hovering between the bed and the ceiling and looking down, saw myself lying in the bed, hand still on my breast, finger still in my vagina. For a moment I was frightened, but on discovering that I could move simply by willing myself to do so, I calmed down. I was in control, or thought I was. I allowed myself to float up to the ceiling, and instead of bumping against it I passed straight through into the roof space then out through the tiles into the night sky. There was a full moon spreading its light over the land, and I heard voices murmuring, “Selene moon goddess, Selene moon goddess,” repeatedly. I soared upwards until I felt I would reach the moon, the looking down I saw spread out below, a vast area of land. Here and there lights from scattered farms winked in the night, and there was our little town and far, far away, the light pollution of the metropolis smeared across the sky. There was one place, one farm house in total darkness that although I could not see it, I knew was there. Within that house was my goal, my love, my other self. Without thought I let myself go and like a homing pigeon I floated downwards towards the earth, flitting over fields of ripening wheat, paddocks with cattle and sheep standing like coal black statues, over houses and barns as I approached my objective. Reaching the farm owned by Nina’s parents, I passed through the roof and down into a bedroom. I had no need to question whose room it was, without thought I had unerringly attained my goal. Rod lay naked on the bed. He was on his back as if in preparation for my arrival. I hovered over him for a moment, then allowed myself to drop softy beside him. He was asleep and did not stir with my arrival. I lay beside him my gaze roaming over his face and body. Then I traced the outline of his lips with my finger for a moment, and then pressed my lips to his. They were soft, warm and slightly moist. The moonlight was shining through the window and once again I heard the murmur of voices, “Selene, Selene, lovely moon goddess.” By the light of the moon I could see Rod’s penis partially erect as he slept. I reached out and touched it, the first male sexual organ I had ever touched. It seemed to grow and throb in my hand, and he gave a little groan. Virgin I might have been, but I knew what to do. As his organ rose to stand up straight and hard, I sat across him, and lowering myself, allowing him to enter me. I had anticipated the pain of a split hymen, but there was nothing. He slid into me with ease, reaching towards the top of my vagina. With his full length inside me I stayed still for a while, relishing the contact, the union with my being, the sense of wholeness that comes with loving physical merging. Yet it was more than physical. There was a feeling of spiritual fulfilment a completion of the self and of the other. After a while I began to move up and down on him. Still he slept if sleep it was. He made no move, but gave out little sighs as if of deep contentment. I moved more rapidly feeling my orgasm approaching. When it came it was beyond anything I had ever experienced through masturbation. It shook my entire body, racking me with exquisite torment, and I was screaming my love for him. In the midst of this I felt the first explosion of his ejaculation. The first time a man had put his semen into me. Before I had only been able to guess at what the sensation would be like, now, as the reality drove into me, I was gripped by those wild longings for fertilisation, the desire for the coupling to bear fruit. Rod was now groaning aloud, “Selene, my love…my love…my goddess…” When it was over I stayed with him for some time, then allowing myself to flat up from him, I placed a final kiss on his lips saying, “Good night, my beloved,” and floated up and out into the moonlit night again. I soared upwards until I felt as if I was in the moon’s embrace, and the murmuring voices now rising to a shout of triumph, cried out, “Selene, Selene, lovely moon goddess, mother to be.” I began to descend gradually losing consciousness as I did. “Selene, Selene.” It was not the voices of unseen speakers this time. It was mother calling. “Time to get up darling, remember, we’ve got to go into town this morning.” Recalling the events of the night, I felt around my vulva for traces of semen, but there was nothing. I probed a little deeper and detected my hymen still in tact. Had it all been a dream, then? I rose and prepared myself for the day. It was my mother’s habit to go into town once a week to buy supplies for the coming week. When I was at home I usually went with her to help carry things. Normally I enjoyed these trips with her, but today I felt a strong desire to stay home. There was no reason I could think why I felt this way, but I could not just let mother go alone As it turned out, it might have been better if I had let her go alone. All the time we shopped I was agitating for us to get a move on and get back home. Finally, mother smiled at me and said, “Yes, darling, I should not have let you come with me, you need to be at home.” I did not really understand why she had expressed herself this way, but I gratefully accepted the decision to go home. I was driving, and with my foot nearly pushing the accelerator through the floor and mother in a state of terror, I drove like a maniac. Father had been working round the barn that morning, and as I pulled up with a screech of brakes he came over to us. “You’re in a bit of a hurry, young lady, he admonished.” “She’s just scared the life out of me,” mother added. She needed to be here today “Ah, yes” said father. “Of course.” “What do you mean, ‘of course’?” “Father gave a grin. “That young fellow Rod came galloping over this morning. Borrowed one of the Grant’s horses and came asking for Selene.” I felt myself go hot and cold. On the one hand I was thrilled that he had come asking for me, and on the other, angry and disappointed that I had missed him. “Did he leave a message?” I asked. “Well,” father began in his teasing manner, “He did say he was riding on a bit further to the Allan’s place, and he might call in on his way back. I think you might have made a hit there, my girl.” If I had been agitated before it was nothing to the nervousness that gripped me now. I helped unload the supplies and managed to trip and stumble over every minor projection along the path. I rushed to my bedroom and looked at myself in the mirror. Despairing at the white faced vision that looked back at me from the glass, I went tearing through the house and out into the garden looking toward the Allan’s place in hope of seeing Rod coming back. He was not in sight, so I went and sat on the porch steps and tried to calm myself. The troubling thing was that my behaviour was so uncharacteristic. I was not the type to get agitated, and certainly I had never got that way over a man before. I got so immersed in lecturing myself about my behaviour, I failed to see the reason for the behaviour until he stood before me. All our conversation the day before had been brief, even terse. It was terser now. “You came last nigh?” “Yes.” “Will you come again?” “Yes.” “I think for us marriage is essential.” “Yes.” “We have known each other face to face for less than one day.” “Yes.” “We have known each other spiritually all our lives.” “Yes.” “I love you, Selene.” “I know. I love you.” There was a brief pause in this strange exchange. We looked at each other, and again I felt the strange tingling spreading through me. “When we met physically yesterday, I resolved there would never be any other woman in my life, Selene.” “I know. There never has been and never will be any other man in my life.” “Those are our marriage vows, Selene. As soon as we decently can we shall make them public and official.” “Of course.” “Until tonight, then.” “Until tonight, my love.” We had not touched each other and had been at least two paces apart all the time, yet it was as if we had melded into each other. Rod turned and strode to where he had left the horse tied. He mounted, and with a single wave of his hand, galloped off. Given any other circumstance and any other man, what had passed between us would have seemed cold and unemotional. Yet between Rod and I it had been far from that. The depth conversation had not needed words and had run like an electric current between us the whole time. I felt that if we had been a whole world apart, we would still feel at one with each other – still be able to communicate our wordless love. I walked into the house and entering the kitchen found mother and father still putting away the supplies we had bought. “Rod and I have just got married,” I announced. “We shall be making this public and official quite soon.” I waited for the shock and horror, but it didn’t come. “Ah,” said father. “Of course,” said mother. If they were not surprised at what I had said, I was certainly surprised at their response – or lack of it. “Is that all you’ve got to say?” I blurted out. “Well, we could say more, darling, but of course, we expected something like this.” “You what?” “We knew about it yesterday, Selene.” “But how could you know?” Father laughed and mother said, “Darling, it’s something that runs in the family through the women on my side. You see, father and I felt the jolt when you met Rod yesterday. Not as strongly as you did of course, but enough to tell us that you had found the other part of yourself. It was the same when your father and I met for the first time. It’s been the same for the women in our family as far back as we can trace.” Father went on, “Did you notice it was the full moon last night?” “Yes.” “The meeting with life partners by the women in your mother’s family always takes place at the time of full moon or the new moon.” “But you never told me any of this before.” “It’s the women in the family who have this – what shall we call it – sensitivity? It’s the women who are the initiators and the men the responders. There is one man we are destined to meet and bond with. It is the women who are first aware that they have met The One. It is the women who in that moment of recognition cause the man to respond, acknowledging that this is his future life partner. We women are never told about this until after it happens because it might prevent a natural recognition of the man, the other half. Yesterday, when father and I felt the jolt, we knew you had met The One, but it was you who had to recognise this and transmit this to Rod. “Have you visited him yet?” asked father. I knew what he meant and said, “Yes, last night.” “You’ve had out of body sex with him?” “Yes.” “Good!” exclaimed mother. It is not so satisfying physically because the man can’t respond properly, but it is wonderful for spiritual bonding. Your father and I discovered it when I went to him like that. I suggest you visit Rod as often as possible. And remember, he cannot visit you, that is your gift.” “When I was travelling to Rod, voices kept calling me saying ‘moon goddess’. Does that mean anything?” Father and mother glanced at each other. “You’d better explain to her,” father said. “Darling,” mother began, “it’s not easy to explain because I don’t fully understand it myself, but like me, you are what might be called a ‘moon daughter’. You are my daughter, but back in my family many, many generations ago, the women were all moon worshippers. They were known as ‘daughters of the moon goddess’. As such it was felt they were part of the moon goddess - something like minor deities. We have always had the power to leave our bodies and fly to the one we love, the ‘Other Half’, no matter where they are. That Other half, the man, each of we moon daughters are destined to meet, will recognise our part-divine status, and worship accordingly. That is all I can tell you. The rest ou must learn for yourself over time.” “If you can both remain satisfied with out of body sex, it might be best to wait a few months before the public marriage ceremony. People would think it odd if you married after only knowing each other for a short time. They would not understand the power of the bond between you.” I had a lot of thinking to do, but there was one thing I did not have to consider, my night visits to Rod. These began to take place every night, and the event was always the same. Rod did not wake during our coupling, but next day he always knew we had been together, and had found it at least partially satisfying. We made no attempts to have sexual intercourse apart fro the out of body sex and we determined we would leave this until the official marriage. This was set about four months after our first meeting on the day before the night of the new moon. In the meantime Rod had to go back to his studies at the University School of Agriculture. OBS I was delighted to discover that the distance made no difference to my ability to reach Rod for our OBS. I could get to his flat in the city just as easily as I could the farm when he stayed there. One amusing aspect was that Rod had been fairly active sexually with a number of girls, but all that stopped after meeting me. His flatmate and friends wondered at this sudden chastity by Rod. I had happened to peep in on his flatmate one night as he and a girl sweated and moaned together. I wondered what they would think if they knew how I visited Rod. The time for my marriage came, and my mother spoke to me concerning what I could expect, but not fully explaining. “Darling, on you wedding night Rod will perform another little ceremony with you. In essence there are three stages of marrying for women like us. There is the first recognition of The One that the woman then transfers to the man. Later comes the sort of ceremony we shall be having tomorrow, the public wedding. Tomorrow night Rod will…how can I put it…he will give you honour…he will…will worship you.” “Why? How?” “It has to do with the moon goddess darling and I’ve told you all I can about that…I can’t say more. You’ll find out tomorrow night.” No matter how I tried I could not get mother to say another word on the subject. I tried asking Rod, but he just looked puzzled, and said he knew nothing about a third ceremony. I approached father and all he would say was, “Well, Rod doesn’t know about it yet, but it will come to him at the right time like it did to me.” The wedding proved to be that usually mix of solemnity and jollity that seems to go with most weddings. For Rod and I the real bond had already been made, and we were simply confirming for public consumption what already was. We departed on our honeymoon (interesting how the word moon comes into it) arriving at our first stopping point, a seaside town. We had been booked into the bridal suite, and got all the usual salacious looks from the manager and staff. We prepared ourselves for bed by showering, and not having felt the need for any alleged alluring nightdress, we got into bed naked. I was not sure who was to make the first move, and considering the OBS we had engaged in, we were surprisingly shy, or that is how it seemed. Then I heard the voices I had heard the first night I visited Rod for our OBS: “Selene, lovely moon goddess…lovely moon goddess.” The voices went on, and I realised Rod could here them too. “Selene, Selene, lovely moon goddess…worship the moon goddess…worship…” On and on it went, a sort of flowing chant. Rod moved, laying me very gently on to my back. He parted my legs and brought his head between them saying, “Lovely Selene, moon goddess, I offer you my worship and pay homage to your sacred centre of creation.” I felt him part the lips of my vulva and then those of the vaginal opening. He kissed the opening and said softly, “I beg that you will receive my seed that the great wheel of creation my turn once more.” He moved to my breasts saying, “I reverence these, the mounds of your beauty, founts of nourishment, first place of sustenance. I shall honour them always.” He kissed my lips: “These I hold sacred and will ever seek words of blessing from them. With my own lips I promise devotion until death and beyond.” He kissed me again. There was another prolonged pause, the voices faded and Rod lay still beside me. During this ceremony it had seemed a most natural thing to receive this…this…worship from Rod. Now I was bewildered. He had treated me as if I was a goddess and I did not know how to respond. Rod stirred as if coming out of a trance and said, “I don’t want to cause you pain, Selene.” He was referring, of course, to the breaking of my hymen. Most men might not have cared, might even have rejoiced in deed. But then, these days few women come to their marriage bed still an intact virgin. His ceremony had brought me to full readiness for penetration. I decided to test his words of devotion and said, “Rod, I command you to take my virginity now.” I spread my legs wide and he came between them, his penis probing for my entrance. I guided him to me and he hesitated. The crown of his penis was poised at my entrance, and I said, “Now, and quickly.” He thrust hard and deep. A searing pain shot through me and I gave a little scream and clung to him. “It’s all right, my darling,” I whispered to him, “it’s over now, but move gently because I shall be sore.” His tenderness with me was the final act of our bonding. We were now physically as well as spiritually one. His semen poured into me and this time it remained to be experienced when I woke in the morning. It was the only coupling we had that night, and he refrained from approaching all the next day and night. After that, we both gave full vent to our passionate desire for each other. Over all the years since then and after three children, we still retained our passion for each other. We have watched the rise and fall of many marriages, but ours has never wavered in its mutual devotion. Rod has gone now, and recently my daughter asked me, “Isn’t it lonely without father?” “No darling.” “But you were so devoted to each other, it was almost as if you were one person you were so close.” I smiled. The time was not yet ripe for her to be told of the secret she carried within her. Her name is Selene. “Darling,” I said, “Your father and I are not parted, we are together every night.” She stared at me with a look that seemed to say, “Mother’s grief has made her a bit mad.” Well, one day soon, when she feels that jolt shoot through her at the touch of a hand, she will know and understand. Obscene Caller: First Encounter My wife is an exceedingly hot woman with full well shaped lips, lots of wavy red hair, a beautiful big ass, and large natural breasts with big dark nipples. Though she enjoys submission, she is also very strong willed, and has always done whatever she pleased sexually. I accepted this even before we married; in fact, the stories she tells me when she comes home after being with other men are one of my biggest turn-ons, and our love making on such occasions is the best. One afternoon she got a dirty phone call from a stranger. While they were getting each other off, she got so carried away that she told him she would do anything he wanted. Needless to say, he called back the next day to set up a "date". He insisted that they would never give their real names, and told her to wear her "highest heels, stockings and garter belt, shortest skirt, most sexy little top, and lots of heavy make-up, like the whore you are, and nothing else". He had her wait on a busy corner outside a crowded bar. She was getting a lot of attention when he drove up, and he rewarded all her admirers by removing her top as soon as she got in the car, and having her smile and wave before going down on him. They drove around like that till he shot a load all over her face. She was then ordered to lower her skirt, spread her legs, and sit topless with mouth open wide and his cum dripping onto her tits while he cruised slowly by the corner where he had picked her up. As guys on the street pointed, stared, and yelled things at her, he remarked that it would be easy to have her make him some quick money if he ever felt like it. He drove to a nearby park where he found a deserted picnic area and they, leaving skirt and top in the car, entered the woods together. He demanded that she demonstrate how sexy she could walk , then had her shake her ass and tits while begging to be fucked hard in all her holes and repeating that she would do anything for him. He slapped her face "for not begging loud enough, bitch", and laughed and smacked her butt cheeks a few times when she obeyed without protest. Still fully dressed himself, he took her in his arms and, feeling her up roughly, gave her one long, deep tongue kiss. "I just did that to show I could" he said. "From now on that mouth is just a fuck hole. Matter of fact, bend over and open wide" She did, and, grabbing her hair with both hands, he proceeded to hump her face like a pussy "Get on your knees" he grunted, still pumping away. "Stay!" He walked some distance away. "Now, baby, let me see you crawl over here and suck my cock, and don't forget to drag those big ass floppy boobs of yours on the ground. If you want me to shove this in you, bitch, you need to get those tits down in the dirt" She obeyed, grinding her chest into the damp soil while working her ass high up in the air. "That's right, now tell me you want it up the ass, and start calling me Master" "Yes Sir, Master, Please, Master, I want your big hard cock crammed right up my ass hole, please fill my fat ass with cum and then let me have that dick right in my mouth. I will do anything for you...", and so on, cut short by the afore mentioned big hard cock filling her mouth once again. Removing his own garments, he made her first kiss his ass, then shove her tongue up his ass hole where he kept her busy for quite a while, giving detailed instruction as to the exact mouth action he prefered "As deep as you can go, in and out, work those lips and keep 'em wet, and hum, ha ha ha, yeah, hum 'Yankee Doodle', as loud as you can, oh yeah, you do that pretty good..." She was made to reach around and jerk him off with both hands and follow on her knees, mouth still pleasuring his asshole, as he walked around a bit, forcing her to struggle to keep up. Next, he proceeded to fuck her ass and later cunt in a number of interesting and creative positions: dog style while crawling, flat on her belly and back, and standing on one leg with her other foot in the fork of a small tree while grasping another, to name a few. He always made her assume the pose he wanted prior to insertion. He took his time about things, got rather rough with her, and came a good number of times. Twice he stopped for a smoke. The first time he had her masturbate on her back with her legs in the air, the second she stood with her legs spread and arms raised and "danced" while he went over "a few of the rules" "From now on, you are my bitch. I want you anytime of the day or night, for as long as I feel like, and Baby, I do plan on using you. When I pick you up, you will never know if its for a quick blow job in the car or a week end pulling a train." "What you wore today are the only cloths I want to see you in unless I say different. When you get home I want you to wipe yourself off with that little red velvet skirt you left back up there on the floor of my car. You may not wash anything, and I do expect to see you in those same black stockings. They look nice with the knees out" "From now on, when you get in my car, don't sit, just stay on your knees on the seat and start sucking me, oh yeah, top comes right off, and I want your ass sticking up. I like for people to see what a slut you are" "Keep your mouth open and legs apart at all times" "Next time I slap you, don't forget to say, 'Thank you, Master'" He stood, flicked his ashes across her chest, blew smoke in her face, and slapped her face much harder than before. "Thank you, Master" "That's right, Bitch, now bend over and put your hands on the ground" He finished by taking both cunt and ass with her like that. She held that pose, with jizz oozing out of all holes, running down her legs and on face and nipples, stockings ruined, dirt and dead leaves stuck to her and in her hair, while he dressed. He ordered her to clean his dick with her mouth before putting it in his pants, and made her walk part way to the car grasping her ankles, and part way crawling on her belly. She had to kneel on the car floor and suck his penis while she put on her cloths. She was still in that position when he parked, right where he had picked her up. "Same time tomorrow Baby, I want you waiting in there on a barstool. Guys can buy you drinks and touch you, but you stay on the stool until I tell you you can get down. Now get out." That next evening was even wilder, but that's another story. Obscene Phone Call The phone rang despite the late hour. Lexie rolled over in the bed and reached for the phone. "Hello?" "This is an obscene phone call. Please don't hang up." Recognizing Kevin, from the plant where they both worked, Lexie laughed. Kevin was a Shift Coordinator who had transferred about a year ago from another plant that had closed. He had been near retirement but now needed to keep working as his wife, when he'd accepted the job at this plant, had told him he was going on his own and she was leaving him and their 28 year marriage. While he was very competent, mostly, he was a gruff man who seldom smiled, let alone joked. Although he had become more personable in the last few months, this was still unusual coming from him. But Lexie couldn't help but laugh. "We've had a spill, Lex." In her role as environmental coordinator, Lexie had to be notified of any spill happening at the plant where she worked, even if they happened overnight. Lexie took note of the details, discussed containment and clean up with Kevin and as they were ready to hang up, Kevin said "Hope you liked the obscene portion of the call!" "There was an obscene portion to this call? I must have missed it." "I'll do better next time. Goodnight." Lexie hung up and went back to sleep. Two nights later, the phone rang again but earlier this time. "Hello?" "This is an obscene phone call, don't hang up." "Kevin? What are you doing at work? I thought you were done this morning." "I'm not at work. I'm giving you a real obscene phone call this time." "Are you serious?" Lexie was laughing. "You seemed disappointed the other night. Thought I'd show you that the old man isn't dead yet." "Really?" "You in bed yet?" "Not quite." "You still in your work clothes?" "No." "What are you wearing?" "Well, considering I just got out of the shower, I'm only wearing my robe. You're not seriously going to get obscene, are you?" "Haven't you heard of dirty old men, little girl?" Lexie laughed "Somehow I'm not all that surprised that you'd be one of them." "Go to your bed and pull back the covers. Then, remove your robe." "You've got to be kidding!" "I'm very serious little girl, get naked on your bed." "Kevin!" "Are you on the bed yet?" "No." "Don't make me angry, little girl!" "Or what?" "Or I might just come over there and teach you a lesson." "And what lesson would that be?" "That you should do as you're told or face very serious consequences." "Who died and made you king?" "Come on little girl, you've been single for a few months now, you need this as much as I do. So do as you're told, take that robe off and get on your bed." Lexie had indeed become single again only a few months before, after a bitter separation from her boyfriend. As with most couples going in different directions, the physical part of the relationship had been almost nonexistent so she had to admit to herself that she was quite horny. "Okay, I'm on the bed now. Robe is off." "Did you tell me you just came out of the shower?" "Yes" "So your hair is still wet?" "Damp, yes." "Mmmm. I like damp hair. I like running my fingers through it. You don't have your hair up in a braid already, do you?" "Nope, it's down.: "How come you never wear it down at work? It's always in a braid. Don't you get bored with that?" "I braid it for a few reasons. One, it's safer in the plant. It can't catch in anything. Two, it's more professional. Three, it keeps hands away." "What's wrong with hands playing in your hair? Don't you like it?" "Oh, I like it alright. I like it too much. That's why it can't happen at work." "Oh! So it turns you on!" "Something like that." "All the more reason to imagine me playing in it right now." "Okay." Lexie ran her hand through her hair as Kevin continued. "Now take your free hand, the one not holding the phone, and lightly touch your lips with your fingertips. Imagine that your fingers are my lips. As I describe where I'm kissing you, I want you to move your fingers accordingly, always lightly. Understood?" "Yes boss." Lexie laughed. Yet she did as she was told. "Fingers lightly touching lips, sir." "Good. Now I'm slowly kissing your cheek, and moving towards your ear. I gently kiss your earlobe before kissing you on the neck, going down very slowly towards that hollow at your clavicle. Don't worry, as I pause there, I won't leave a mark." Lexie closed her eyes and moved her fingers according to his directions. Kevin continued "Now I'm kissing you on the shoulder and then back to your neck briefly before starting down in the middle of your chest. Feel me kissing down all the way between your tits." Lexie was enjoying this, her breathing getting slightly shallower than it had been. Kevin went on "My hands are gently caressing your beautiful tits. And man, do you ever have great tits. I've noticed them you know. Especially when summer started and you got those new blouses and with a few of them when you bend down, we can see those cute bras you're wearing. Haven't you noticed how I almost always sit on your left in meetings? That's so I can peek into your blouse little girl. Now back to the kissing. I'm kissing your tits all over. Then, my lips are going to one nipple, kissing all the way. At the nipple, I open my mouth slightly and gently lick your hardening nipple. Are they hardening, Lex?" Lexie could barely answer "Yes." "Feel me leave that nipple and kiss my way to the other one, slowly but surely. Again, I gently lick your nipple. You like this?" "Mmmmmm" was all Lexie could answer. "Good, now I open a little wider and suck in the nipple, gently tugging on it with my lips and teeth." Lexie moaned. Encouraged, Kevin continued. "Now I am going back to the first nipple and doing the same there. Don't move too fast, I want to take my time and really enjoy this. Kissing you inch by inch by inch." Lexie moaned gently again, her nipples hard and aching for the real thing. "Next time we're both at work and I sit on your left, you'll notice me sneaking a peek at your tits and your nipples will harden again. Hopefully you manage not to blush too much." Lexie could imagine the scene and knew she would indeed blush if it happened. Kevin continued "Now I want you to imagine me kissing my way down your abdomen. You know where I'm headed. Tell me, what do I encounter down there?" "Excuse me?" "Are you bushy? Trimmed? Shaven?" "Trimmed at the top, bare from the lips down." "Mmmmm. Wish I was really there. So let your fingers caress your skin, simulating my kisses, going down to your core but not opening your lips. I'm kissing on each side of your slit, avoiding the sensitive parts for now. Up and down each side, slowly, very slowly, teasing." "Yes, you are teasing." "Patience little girl." "Why do you keep calling me little girl? I'm over 40 for crying out loud!" "Well, I'm 55 so you are a little girl to me. Besides, it turns me on to call you that. Now, are you still touching yourself?" "Yes." "Good, now part your lips gently but don't touch your clit just yet. I'm kissing and licking you all around, up and down those lips of yours but not yet focusing on your clit." Lexie was getting really turned on, tension mounting in her core. "How turned on are you right now little girl?" Lexie was stunned. It was almost like he could read her mind. "Very." "Good. And just so you know, I've also noticed that you've changed underwear lately. You seem to wear the granny ones only when you have your period and the rest of the time, you seem to be wearing a thong. That really looks nice on your butt you know. Following behind you going up the stairs after meetings is always a bonus. Now back to the task at hand. Keep caressing around the clit. When I finally focus on your clit, I want you to press harder and come for me. Will you do that?" "Yes." Lexie whispered, almost pleaded. "Keep caressing around and up and down your beautiful lips." Lexie's breathing was getting ragged and he could hear it. "All right little girl, now you can imagine my lips closing on your clit and my tongue flicking it. Come for me little girl, I want you to come." Lexie pressed on her clit and within seconds, she came, hard. She groaned out loud and heard Kevin groan as well. Then, there was silence as both of them fought to regain their breaths. "Was that good?" Kevin asked. "Oh yeah." "Me too." "You came too?" "Hell yeah! What did you think? That I wasn't playing with myself at the same time? Girl, you have no idea how good this was! I've been wanting to do this for a long time now." "Why now?" "I'm not really sure. I think I sensed that you were ready and that I was too. We should do this again some time." "We should." "Now I have to go clean up. Thank you. And sweet dreams little girl!" Before Lexie had a chance to say anything, Kevin had hung up. ******* A/N: So? Should he call again? Should SHE call him? Should they eventually get together for real? Let's see the feedback I get....