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A Phone Call to Judy Ch. 01

By: pixie2002



Judy and I went to work at our small company at about the same time. She as administrative assistant to the CEO and me as a marketing rep. We were about the same age—early twenties when we first started, but didn't work too closely together being in different branches of the company. Judy started out as administrative assistant in the executive offices, while I went on the road as a marketing rep.

Over the years, we both rose through the ranks. Judy finished her college degree and eventually became director of human resources, and I was promoted to vice president for marketing, after making my mark as one of our most productive reps.

During these ten years, Judy and I had an easy relationship. I thought she was really smart and funny. She had a wonderful and wicked sense of humor, and she told people exactly what she thought, whether they wanted to hear it or not. This made her a bit of a polarizing figure, but I was on the side that liked and enjoyed her.

Besides, she was very cute. She was about my height, around 5-3, but with a softer, more rounded figure. My breasts were a nice size, 34-C, especially when contrasted against my slender frame. But Judy was much curvier, with full-round hips and breasts that usually strained against the smart outfits she wore to work.

Her hair was dark brown like mine, and she often wore it curly as I did. But occasionally, she would let it grow into a long mane and let it fall in waves against her shoulders, giving her a decidedly sexy look. But the thing you noticed first, or at least right after her easy laugh, were her eyes. They were a remarkably clear blue and looked quite striking framed with her mane of dark brown hair.

Judy and I didn't "hang out" together, having lunches or anything like that. I was usually on the road and she was making her mark in administration. But we did have fairly frequent interaction on business matters, and we would often take the opportunity to gossip about what was going on in the company, talk a little about our own lives, and exchange a few off color jokes.

I could tell that Judy had "been around" quite a bit more than I had, and she didn't mind dropping a few comments to let you know it. She was one of those people who made her sexuality "available" more than most. She didn't seem at all embarrassed to talk about it if the occasion arose. And I found myself trying to think of ways to talk and joke about it more and more when we got together. There was something about Judy and her past experiences that fascinated me.

"Proper" women in the company were a bit put off by her bluntness and ability to curse like a sailor. And they certainly didn't like her sexual references. But I did. Perhaps it was because I saw her as the "bad girl" that I knew I had hiding inside me somewhere but had never let out.

Men, of course, liked Judy. She was cute and sexy and enjoyed teasing with them, even while talking behind their backs about what simpletons they were to let you lead them around by their cocks. My husband liked her, too, of course, calling her "eminently fuckable."

I knew I could always get my husband David in the mood by telling him my latest "Judy story." He loved it when I'd relate something she told me about her past, and I could almost see his cock spring to life at the mention of her name.

A few times, when we were making love, I would whisper to him about Judy, telling him how sexy all the guys thought she was; telling him how cute she thought he was; and asking what he'd like to do to her. When we played this game, I could feel his cock swell inside me with every word. I knew he was imagining that he was fucking Judy at that moment, even though he had his cock buried deep inside me.

But what David probably didn't know was that I was imagining it, too. I could picture the two of them together, rolling around bed, locked in each other's arms. My husband's eight inches buried to the hilt in her wet sex and Judy moaning and shouting at him.

"Fuck me you bastard," she would pant. "Shove that big cock in my cunt! I'm gonna cum all over you!" I just knew that's how Judy must be when she was really turned on.

And then, she'd roll David onto his back and begin to ride him, sliding her slick pussy up and down his thick shaft, her luscious round tits bouncing, her body coated with sweat from the exertion. I'd close my eyes tight, the way hers were in my fantasy, and grind myself as hard as possible onto David's cock until we both exploded into an amazing orgasm.

I didn't cry out as Judy did, it just wasn't how I acted, even during sex. But in my mind, I was screaming the words right along with Judy.

****

But despite my fantasies, as far as I knew, Judy never played around on her husband, at least not with anyone in the company. The gossip certainly would have made the rounds and I'd have known about it.

Over the ten years we worked together, there were a few times when we went to the same conferences or meetings out of town, although never just the two of us. There were other coworkers always along, too. But I looked forward to these trips and always made it a point to spend as much time with Judy as I could outside the meetings. She was just a hell of a lot of fun, and you never quite knew what might happen.

On one of these trips, she told me about Mr. Big. Judy and I and another of our coworkers were having a few drinks after the conference had ended for the day. We had been in the lobby bar for a couple of hours and were feeling no pain.

The other woman with us, Jane, was much closer to Judy than I, and it was obvious that they had exchanged a lot more stories over the years. Finally, Jane mentioned something about Mr. Big and the name of course caught my attention.

I asked for an explanation. Jane looked at Judy smiling, waiting for her to tell the story, and with very little prodding she began.

"Well, he was this guy I dated my last year in college. He was on the wrestling team. Wrestled at heavyweight, must have weighed 260 or so. But he wasn't fat at all. He was about 6-5 and really cut."

"Thus the name, Mr. Big," I chimed in.

Jane was just grinning at the two of us as Judy went on with her story. "Well, not exactly," Judy corrected me. "I called him Mr. Big because he had the biggest cock I'd ever seen!"

She and Jane burst out laughing as my eyes widened a bit and I moved a little closer to Judy so she wouldn't have to talk so loud. Not that I thought she would quiet down much, especially after several drinks. But I was hoping not to create a scene there in the lobby bar of our very swanky hotel.

"Not only that," Judy continued, "but it's still the biggest cock I've ever seen even after all these years. And, god knows, I've seen more than my fair share."

"Don't waste our time telling us something we already know," Jane teased, as Judy stuck her tongue out at her.

"We actually measured the thing one night when we were playing around," she went on, "and it was a little over ten inches long. But the thing that I really loved about it was that it was six inches around. It was like wrapping your fingers around one of those cardboard cylinders in a roll of paper towel. Only it was so warm and . . . alive. I loved to feel it throb in my hand." Her voice trailed off and she closed her eyes for just a second.

"Come on," I chided, "you have to be exaggerating. The only guys hung like that are in pornos."

"Oh, really," Judy shot back with a big grin. "And how would you know about that Miss Goodie Two Shoes?"

I could feel my face turn crimson, partly because she had called me on my sexual naiveté and partly because I'd tacitly admitted that I'd watched pornos. Actually, David and I enjoyed them every now and then as one form of foreplay. But I didn't make a habit of advertising it.

Jane was enjoying our little back and forth, but she wanted Judy to get on with her story. "All right, you two, that's enough. Judy, quit screwing around and get to the good part."

"I thought screwing was the good part," Judy deadpanned. But then she went on with her story.

"So one night we were at my apartment, fooling around in the bedroom. Mr. Big was lying back on the bed, we were both naked, and I was pumping that big ole cock of his up and down with both hands." She put one fist on top of the other and lifted them up and down a couple of times just to make sure we got the picture.

"Finally, I could feel him beginning to swell, so I started using just one hand so I could jack it off as fast as I could. Then all of a sudden, that big purple head of his swelled up and he shot a load of cum sort of above and behind us. It splattered against the wall at least four feet above my headboard."

My mouth and eyes were both open by this time, and Jane just sat there smiling and nodding her head in approval. "My god, Judy, I've never seen a guy shoot it that far," I marveled.

"Oh, wait," Jane interrupted, "that's not the best part. Go ahead, Judy. Tell her the rest."

"Well, there wasn't much more that night," Judy said. "It's just that I decided to leave it there."

"On the wall?" I asked incredulously.

"Yeah and . . ."

"Where everyone could see it?" I still couldn't believe it.

"Sure, that was the point," Judy laughed. "What good is it to set some kind of record for sperm slinging if no one knows about it? I left it up for the rest of the semester. It was a great conversation starter. Besides, it gave other guys something to aspire to!"

Well, Judy never ceased to amaze me. But the story of Mr. Big was one for the books. I was both fascinated and turned on, and I filed it away in the back of my mind for future reference.

I also went back to my hotel room that night and masturbated while I played the scene over and over in my mind. I knew Judy had given us the shorthand version of the story, probably because servicing that huge cock with her mouth might not have fit her image of always having the upper hand on guys.

But I just knew that she had taken Mr. Big in her mouth, licked that big purple head with her tongue and made him all slick before she started using her hand to bring him home. I saw it all as I lay there in the hotel and fingered myself to a very satisfying orgasm.

****

I thought about Judy and Mr. Big from time to time over the next couple of years. The image provided a great masturbation fantasy, and I even replayed the scene in my mind occasionally when David and I were making love. But unlike other "Judy stories," I didn't tell David about Mr. Big. I don't know exactly why, because I'm confident he would have loved it. But there was just something about that one I wanted to keep all to myself.

Then came one of our annual planning retreats. It was a time when almost the entire company would shut down for a couple of days and go away to assess where we were for the current year and develop objectives for the next. The actual work sessions were usually pretty boring, but I enjoyed the retreats because they allowed for a lot of socializing in the evening, and with people that I didn't get to see in an informal setting very often. Judy, for example.

This particular year, the retreat was to be held in a small lodge about 75 miles away from our headquarters. It was out in the middle of nowhere, a picturesque little place nestled in the rolling hills of western Oklahoma. Everyone would certainly stay right there during the one night we stayed over, because there was simply nowhere else to go for any night life. Our company rented the entire lodge for two days, so we had the place all to ourselves.

About 70 of us attended the retreat. After the first day's meetings and a mandatory dinner, people began to drift to one part of the lodge or another for the evening. Some went straight to their rooms, others gathered in little groups to share stories and, believe it or not, some even talked about the next day's meetings.

But a good number of us, probably 25 or so, congregated in this recreation room that featured a bar, juke box, ping pong table, pool table and television. The group included Judy and me.

While some decided to get competitive at the various games that were available, probably 15 of us gathered around the bar and began mixing drinks from the liquor we had brought for the occasion. We had been warned in advance that the lodge didn't provide liquor for its guests, so several of us brought our own. And it was, shall we say, an eclectic assortment, everything from Jack Daniels to some god awful thing called Hot Damn.

But those of us gathered around the bar did our dead level best to make sure that none of it had to be toted home the next day. Of course, as the bottles were emptied one by one, the conversation got looser and bolder, until there was a lot of kidding about all things sexual. Not surprisingly, Judy was right in the middle of it all, giving just as good as she got. I, on the other hand, sort of sat back, got mellow and just took it all in.

Finally, we got around to sort of a PG-rated version of truth or dare. Most of us in the group were married, so we didn't dare get too risqué. Nonetheless, soon came the dare for Judy to flash us all. And wouldn't you know, she refused to back down and calmly raised her sweatshirt and showed us her tits.

Now, don't get me wrong, it was not a Mardi Gras flash. She was wearing a bra underneath. But we all still got a good look at her pretty lace bra and some wonderful cleavage. Not to mention the soft, milky skin that covered her belly.

I don't know if it was the flash per se, or the fact that the liquor was almost gone. But for whatever reason, our group began to break up soon after. I think most of us realized, at least subconsciously, that there was nowhere else we could go with our game without the potential for some major trouble. So people began to head back to their rooms.

However, there was a small group of us girls, Judy and I included, who were not quite ready to call it an evening. So we accepted an invitation from one to join her in her room to watch a little TV before bedtime.

It wasn't long before six of us were sprawled out on the two beds in the room, shoes off while our hostess began to flip through the channels to see what was on. As luck would have it, she came across a show on HBO called Real Sex, which is sort of an R-rated news magazine with stories about all kinds of sexual things. Of course, when we saw what it was, everyone yelled "stop," and we proceeded to watch.

I can still remember vividly how quiet the room got as six women, away from their husbands for the night and each in various states of drunkenness, watched the sexual images that flashed across that screen. Yes, at first there were some hoots and whistles during the segment about the male strippers with unusually large cocks. But as the segment went on, the only sound was some pretty heavy breathing.

And it truly was a sexy segment, showing those strippers performing for an enthusiastic group of women who were grabbing them, stroking them, rubbing their tits all over them, all while these amazing cocks swung lewdly as the guys danced.

As the show ended, everyone seemed a little unsure about what to say or do next. Did anyone dare speak about what we were obviously all feeling—this tremendous sense of arousal? The answer, as it turned out, was no. One of the girls mumbled something about needing to call her husband before it got too late, and that comment broke the spell.

We all said our goodnights and drifted back to our various rooms. I expected there would be some serious masturbation going on.

I went back to my room, extremely aroused by all that had gone on during the evening. Besides, I was still slightly drunk. I normally sleep in an oversized tee shirt and panties, but that night I quickly shed my clothes, went to the bathroom, then slid naked between the cool sheets.

My head had barely hit the pillow before I began running my hands over my breasts, letting my mind drift back over the night's events, especially the image of Judy flashing us. That glimpse of her body was sexy, all right. But it was her willingness to do it that really got to me. Her daring—that "bad girl" daring-- made me tingle all over. I knew right then that I was truly attracted to a woman sexually for the first time.

So on impulse, I reached over and picked up the phone from my bedside table and dialed Judy's room. She answered on the first ring, leading me to believe that she was in bed, too, and very close to the phone. Her voice sounded a little sleepy, even though neither of us had been in our rooms long enough to have dropped off.

I tried to make a little small talk about the day, but quickly came around to mentioning the show we had all watched just a few moments before. And I knew exactly where I wanted the conversation to go. I wanted to get Judy thinking . . . and talking . . . about her Mr. Big.

I wanted to hear the story again from her. But this time, I didn't want to hear her tell it in the kidding way she had done with Jane and me. I wanted her to focus on the sexuality of the experience. I wanted to know how it made her feel. I already knew how it made me feel.

So I tried a leading comment. "That one guy tonight must have reminded you of Mr. Big." I tried to keep a light tone in my voice, even though I was very serious, just in case she wasn't in the mood to talk about it. But, fortunately, she was in the mood to talk, or at least to answer my questions.

"Mmmmmmm. Yeah, he did," she responded, her voice sort of husky.

"That guy really got to you, didn't he? You still think about him after all these years."

"Um, yes. Sometimes."

As she answered my questions, I propped the phone against my ear and began to caress my breasts again. "I can't believe you left that 'trophy' on your wall all that time."

Giggling, "Well, it seemed like a good idea at the time."

I wanted her to volunteer more information, but it was clear that she wasn't going to. So I decided to see how long she'd answer my questions. 

I began to ask her for details about him. How he looked. How he felt. What they did other times they were together. What it was about this guy that made her remember him so vividly after 15 years. And she answered all my questions.

As she told me details about Mr. Big, I allowed my hands to roam over my body. I pinched my nipples, ran my fingernails lightly over my belly, before finally sliding two fingers just inside my wet slit, dipping into the nectar that had been flowing ever since Judy flashed us earlier that evening. I used it to lubricate my clit, which by now was simply begging to be touched. I made slow circles, up, over, down and around, over and over, trying to match the rhythm of Judy's words on the other end of the line.

I was almost certain that Judy was doing the same thing as we talked. I could hear her breathing grow faster, movements on her bed. I'm sure she could hear the same thing on her end of the phone.

"What did he feel like, Judy?" My voice was barely above a whisper by this time.

"Oh my god, Sarah," she sighed. "It was like I was impaled . . . ummm . . . on this huge pole. The only way I could take it . . . mmmmm . . . was with me on top. I'd just slide down as far as I could . . . ohhh . . . and ride up and down real slow."

By this time I had buried three fingers inside me, trying to feel the fullness that Judy was describing, while the fingers of my other hand moved furiously over my clit. I was close and I knew my breathing must surely be giving me away. But I didn't care. I wanted to hear Judy's voice in my ear when I came.

"Then what?" I hissed through clenched teeth.

"He'd grab my tits . . . hard . . . ohhhh . . . and by then I'd just be bouncing up and down . . . mmmmm . . . on that big cock."


A Phone Call to Judy Ch. 01



And when she told me what it felt like when he exploded inside her, it was like a jolt of electricity directly to my clit. My cunt began to throb and contract, squeezing my fingers over and over again, as I pressed my legs together, trying to hold on to those last delicious feelings. It was one of the best orgasms I'd ever experienced. I was too wrapped up in my own sensations to know for sure, but I think Judy came with me at that moment.

When my mind cleared and I could talk again, I quickly said good night and hung up the phone, embarrassed at what I must have sounded like when I climaxed. 

Later, it was as if that night had never happened. Judy and I never talked about it, but happily, things seemed to be the same between us as before, at least on the surface. But for me, it was not the same. I was attracted to Judy, but had no idea what to do about it.

****

A few years later, our company was taken over by a larger competitor and there was a big shakeup in management. Judy and I were among those who were laid off in the reorganization and "downsizing." Both of us had spent over 15 years with that company—our entire working lives.

I understood intellectually that it was just business and no real reflection on me, but it was a devastating blow. I know Judy felt the same, but we didn't have much of a chance to talk about it before our final day at the company rolled around.

I was fortunate in that my husband had just landed a great new job with a salary that made it unnecessary for me to work. But I decided to start a consulting business to help me stay busy. We moved to the city where his new position was located and I left my friends from my old company, including Judy, behind.

I stayed in touch with a few of them and exchanged a few e-mails with Judy. But even though I often thought of Mr. Big and our late night telephone conversation at that planning retreat, we sort of went our own ways and lost touch.

But as the days went on, I felt as if something very important was missing from my life. I missed my friends, I missed going in every day to the company where I had worked ever since college.

My husband was terribly busy with his own career and we hardly saw each other. Our sex life went to hell in a hand basket. I knew I wanted something more. But what?

One day I was surfing the internet and out of curiosity, I tried to find some erotic stories online. David and I had always enjoyed reading erotica as part of our foreplay, and I thought some new stories might spice things up for us. I stumbled across literotica.com and began to read.

The site opened a whole new world to me and caused me to begin thinking about my sexuality in new ways. I was fascinated, intrigued, and frequently turned on. I left comments on the stories that I read and wrote to authors telling them how I had enjoyed their work. I struck up a couple of good online friendships with some authors, and that led me into the world of chatting, and yes, cybering.

After reading the stories for a couple of months, I decided I could probably write something as good as some of the things I had read on the site. I didn't have much real life experience to draw on, but the stories and chats had begun to expand my imagination about sex, so I gave it a try.

My first story was to be a multipart series about some experiences during my college days. But after the first installment I lost interest (goes to show about my real life experiences) and I moved on to other topics.

One of the stories I wrote was a fictionalized account of my company's planning retreat and all the things that led up to my masturbation session on the phone with Judy. I recounted her tales of Mr. Big, and told how I felt as I got myself off listening to her. It was a pretty good story, if I say so myself. And I got a lot of great feedback from the readers.

It's funny, but the thought kept running through my head, wondering whether Judy might somehow stumble across the story and realize it was about her . . . and me, even though I had changed the names and some of the other details. I knew it was a million to one chance that she would ever see it. But the idea that she might just kept swirling around in my brain, making me excited, aroused and apprehensive, all at the same time.

Then one day, my consulting business took me back to the town where I had lived and worked those many years. And, as fate would have it, I ran into Judy having lunch at a restaurant. We hugged warmly, tried quickly to catch up on what we had been doing. It was obvious we had too much to say for just a quick chat, so we agreed to meet for a drink and catch up later that day.

When we got together at the bar that evening, I could tell that the past year had taken its toll on Judy. She wasn't the same ebullient woman I remembered. I had been fortunate to be able to move on with my life after we were laid off. She, on the other hand, had to stay there in town because of her husband's job and try to find other work. And jobs were not easy to find in such a small town, especially a position like the one Judy had worked herself into at our old company.

They got by for nearly a year on the generous severance package she'd received, but the time came when she had to go back to work to help ends meet. So she took a job as a secretary at another large company there in town, and she was understandably feeling that she was right back where she started nearly fifteen years ago.

I studied her face as we sat there and sipped our drinks. She was not the young girl that I had met over 15 years before when we started working together. But she was still lovely, perhaps even more so. Her face was a bit fuller now, her curves a bit rounder. But those deep blue eyes were still mesmerizing, though they didn't seem to have quite the sparkle that evening. Her dark brown hair was still full and thick, and it fell in soft waves to her shoulders.

As we talked about our new lives, I could see this sadness in her body language, even though she was too "tough" to let anyone see her cry. So I reached over and hugged her tight and told her how sorry I was for how things had turned out.

I went on to tell her about the sense of loss I had been feeling, too, and how it had affected my life. I told her, half kidding, that I had resorted to writing porn for this internet site to help fill my days.

She looked at me in disbelief. I had never been very open about my own sex life with her because I didn't really have that much to tell. So the idea that I would be writing erotica seemed to surprise and fascinate her.

"So my straight laced Sarah is a pornographer," she teased. "I could have thought for a year and not come up with that hobby for you."

Then she looked at me and said softly, "Can I read some of your stories?"

Right then I had a decision to make. And I didn't make it without a great inner struggle. But I thought back to that night at the planning retreat. How I had felt hearing her talk in soft tones about how Mr. Big had fucked her, how he had turned her on like no one else ever had. And I knew what I would do.

"I'll send you a link," I told her, trying to keep my voice from shaking. 

When I got home late that night, I turned on my computer and sent a quick e-mail to Judy. "Here's a little sample," it read. "Hope you enjoy it."

And then I sent the link to the story about our planning retreat. I was almost hyperventilating by the time I copied the link to the e-mail, but I quickly hit send before I could back out. I sat there and stared at the computer screen for a very long time, wondering what I had done.

****

For the next week, I couldn't wait to jump out of bed and check my e-mail, hoping for some kind of response from Judy. But by the end of the week, I had decided that I'd made a very big mistake. She had undoubtedly been royally pissed off that I had turned that experience into an erotic story and posted it online for the whole world to see. She was probably telling everyone that we used to work with what a pervert I'd become.

But late Friday afternoon my cell phone rang. I could see from the caller ID that it was Judy. My hands were shaking so hard that I could barely push the button to answer it.

"I read your story,' she whispered.

Then there was this long pause. It was excruciating.

"So, what did you think?" I asked, trying to sound as nonchalant as I could under the circumstances.

"I came that night, too," she sighed, "at the planning retreat." 

My knees turned to jelly and I collapsed into the chair, not knowing what to say next. But she didn't wait for me to respond.

"That was the sexiest thing I have ever read," she continued, her voice still unusually quiet.

"Oh god, Judy, I'm so glad you liked it! I can't tell you how many times I've wanted to talk with you about that night, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it."

"It's okay. It's probably a good thing you didn't tell me about it sooner. I would have probably called you a perv and cussed you out."

"So what changed?" 

"I think it was that day you came to town and we talked. You really 'got' how I was feeling and you were willing to be so honest with me about yourself. And besides," she added, "I really needed that hug right then."

"Where do we go from here?" I asked, having absolutely no idea what she might say.

"So, do you want to hear more about Mr. Big?" This time I could hear a smile in her voice. But I also knew she wasn't kidding.

"Of course I do!"

"All right, Sarah, are you by yourself?"

"Yes."

"Then take your clothes off and go lie on your bed." Her voice was barely above a whisper. It had that same breathy sound I remembered from that night at the retreat.

"I'm already undressed, Sarah," she whispered, "and I've been lying here getting ready, thinking about how you must have looked that night. My nipples are hard and you wouldn't believe how wet I am."

Well, she hardly had the words out of her mouth before I was exactly the same way. Wet. Open. Needing to be touched.

"I'm ready, Judy," I told her breathlessly after I had shed my clothes in record time and thrown myself onto the bed. "God, am I ever ready."

"All right, Sarah," she instructed. "You don't have to say anything unless you want to. But if you want to tell me what you're doing or feeling, I'd love that. Okay?"

"Okay," I said, the word almost sticking in my throat, which had gone dry with nervousness and excitement.

"The thing I've never told you about Mr. Big, his name was actually Gary, was how he literally owned me," she began, her voice low and breathy. "Once I saw his cock for the first time, that was it. I had to have it. I just needed it, you know? I would have done anything to have him."

"Um hum," I responded softly, as I let my hands drift over my neck, my chest, my breasts.

"And god, when he fucked me for the first time, I knew I would do anything for him. I mean anything." I could hear Judy shifting the phone around, presumably to allow her hands the freedom to touch herself as I was doing.

"One night he called me and said he wanted to take me out dancing. He said to be sure and wear a skirt, a sort one. So I thought I'd go him one better. I found this little thing with a tartan plaid that made me look just like a school girl, and I knew it was the one."

"Mmmmm. How short was it?"

"It barely covered my ass, Sarah. But I knew that's how he wanted it. I borrowed a white button up shirt from one of my guy friends and bought a pair of knee socks to wear with my Mary Janes. I looked like quite the little teenage slut."

"Oh fuck," was all I could manage as I began to pinch my nipples, sending little jolts of pleasure directly to my clit.

"So when Gary came to pick me up, he loved it. I could see that big cock of his starting to make a tent out of his jeans."

"Mmmmmm," I moaned softly. "What are you doing right now, Judy?"

"I'm lying here with my legs spread apart with one hand on my clit, rubbing it very slowly and touching my breasts with the other one."

"Oh god, Judy, I can just picture you."

"I know. I can see you, too, baby."

I left one hand on my breast and moved the other one slowly and lightly over my belly until I could feel the coarse dark hair on my mound. It was already wet with my arousal, and I slipped two fingers inside just a little, not wanting to move too fast.

"Sarah," she whispered. "I want us to cum together."

I felt a little spasm in my pussy when she said that. "Ohhhhhh, I want that, too."

"So he took me out to this little club where they had a small dance floor with several tables and booths in the back. It was pretty dark, you know. I felt really self-conscious being dressed like that, but when I reached down and put my hand on Gary's cock, I knew he was as excited as I was, so it seemed okay."

The thought of her caressing that big tool on the ride to the bar made my juices flow even more freely, and I raised my fingers to my lips to taste myself. Of course, in my mind, I was tasting Judy.

"So we sat in a back booth, and Gary ran his hand up the inside of my thigh." She was almost breathless now, whispering these intimate things to me as I lay there with the phone propped against my ear, my feet flat on the bed, knees wide apart. "And he ran his finger over the outside of my panties. Of course, they were already soaked."

I let out a soft moan and slid two fingers deep inside and used the heel of my hand to grind on my swollen clit, rocking back and forth to the sound of Judy's voice.

"Then he whispered in my ear, 'Take them off. Now.' And, Sarah, I did what he said. I took my panties off right there in the booth. He took them from my hand, held them to his face, held them to my face, so we could both smell my arousal. Then he shoved them in his pocket."

"Ohhhhhhhh," was all I could manage.

"Then he led me out onto the dance floor for this slow dance. He was so tall, I had to reach way up to put my arms around his neck, and I knew my bare ass would show if I did. And, my god, I did it anyway. I just showed myself to anyone who wanted to look. And Gary took those big hands of his and put one on each side of my ass and pulled me to him, until his cock was rubbing against my belly. We didn't really dance; we just sort of stood there and swayed with the music."

"Oh fuck, Judy," I hissed, "are you close?" My three fingers were plunging in and out of my wet cunt, while my other hand worked my clit.

"Yesssssssssss," she said breathlessly, I'm so close. My ass is propped up on a pillow and I'm fucking myself with my fingers."

"Oh my god, if I touch myself one more time, I can't hold back anymore," I panted. "But I have to know what happened."

"I'm barely hanging on by my fingernails, Sarah. I'll try and hold off so we can cum together." 

She tried to finish the rest of her story between her panting and moaning. "So after the song was over . . . mmmmm . . . Gary led me from the dance floor and down this dark hall toward the bathrooms . . . Ohhhhh . . . but before we got to the bathrooms . . . he leaned me up against the wall and slipped his hand under my skirt . . . mmmmm . . . and started playing with me. Fuck, I was so wet, my thighs and crack were just slick."

With that, I drew my feet up even closer to me and forced my knees wider apart. The skin was stretched tight around my clit and the tingling was almost unbearable. The spasms were getting more frequent as my fingers slowed their movement to match Judy's pace.

"While he was fingering me with one hand, he used the other to unfasten his belt, and then his jeans. I was going crazy wanting him. I was past the point of caring . . . mmmmm. . . whether anyone saw us, but I was scared to death . . . ummmm . . . that we'd get thrown out and arrested. But I just closed my eyes and reached up, grabbed his neck and helped him as he lifted me up and pinned me against the wall with his cock buried deep inside me."

"Fuccckkkkk!" I screamed into the receiver as my orgasm ripped through my body.

"I'm cummmmminggggg! Judy screamed back, her words punctuated with pants, groans, then finally whimpers.

As I listened to her on the other end of the line, my back arched, my hips bucked up and down on the bed as I tried to force my fingers as far inside my throbbing cunt as they could possibly go. I bit my lower lip until I tasted blood, but I couldn't have cared less. All I could think about at that moment was this intense burning at the very center of my being that seemed to radiate out to every extremity, and back again to my cunt.

My eyes were clamped shut, but I could still see a picture of Judy, shoved up against the wall, impaled on that huge cock and begging to be taken by Mr. Big.

As I was coming down from that incredible orgasm, I suddenly realized that the phone had been thrown off the bed. I reached quickly down on the floor to pick it up, my hand still wet with my cum.

"Judy?" I panted into the phone. "Are you there?"

"Oh, fuck, Sarah. I think I am. That was amazing."

"Oh god, I know it. Thank you so much . . . for everything."

"Shit! My husband's going to be home in 20 minutes. I'm so sorry, but I have to go. I just wish we could lie here and enjoy this a little more."

"It's okay, Judy. I understand. And it was truly wonderful. Do you think . . . we can do it again?" I asked, my voice trailing off.

"Hell yes we're gonna do it again," Judy laughed. "But there's one condition."

"What's that?"

"Next time we'll be in the same place, and I'll get to see the expression on your beautiful face when I make you cum."

And with that, I heard a click and the dial tone. And all I could do was whisper, "Oh my god," over and over again. 



A Phone Call to Judy Ch. 02



Author's Note: You'll enjoy this story more if you read the first chapter. However, if you choose not to, the following is a brief synopsis from Chapter 1:

Sarah and Judy have worked together at the same small company for nearly 15 years. They aren't close friends, but enjoy each other's company when they travel together to business meetings and the like. Sarah is rather reserved, while Judy is outgoing with an interesting sexual history. That fascinates Sarah because she sees in Judy that "bad girl" that Sarah dreams of being.

One night at an out of town conference, after Sarah and Judy have each gone to their rooms, an aroused Sarah telephones Judy and encourage her to talk about her sexual past. Being straight, Sarah is surprised to find herself attracted to Judy, and she would like to get herself off to the sound of Judy's voice telling one of her "naughty stories." It works out quite well for Sarah, as she has a wonderful orgasm as Judy tells her about a guy she dated in college, whom she calls "Mr. Big." Sarah thinks that Judy may also have cum while they talked, but the two never acknowledge it.

A couple of years later, after both have been laid off in a corporate takeover, the two women meet again. Sarah tells Judy that she has written an erotic story about the telephone conversation that made her cum; Judy reads it and admits that she had an orgasm that night, too. So the two agree to have phone sex again, this time when they both know exactly what's going on. The experience turns out to be exhilarating and leaves them both wanting more.

So they agree to meet at a hotel for an afternoon of masturbation. Sarah is incredibly aroused at doing something so daring and naughty and can't wait for the day to arrive. Sarah picks up the story from there. 

****

I couldn't think of anything else over the weekend. I replayed the whole incredible phone sex episode with Judy over and over in my mind. To think this time she knew exactly what was happening! I came, she came, and we were both practically crazy with arousal.

The chief beneficiary turned out to be my husband David, who enjoyed some of the best sex of his life that weekend. My body felt like it was on fire for three days, and I lost count how many times the two of us fucked.

I rode his cock the way Judy rode Mr. Big, gave him several hand jobs as I thought about the record setting launch that Judy was so proud of, and we even enjoyed some anal, which I normally reserve for times when I've had way too much to drink. However, this time I was simply drunk with the desire that Judy had stirred in me Friday afternoon.

As he was getting ready to leave for work Monday morning, David turned to me with a mischievous smile. "I don't' know what got into you this weekend, Babe. But whatever it was, get you some more of it."

He kissed me full on the mouth, grabbed my bottom and pulled me tightly to him. I could feel his cock beginning to swell inside the trousers of his navy suit. I stretched my arms upward and hugged him around the neck and returned his kiss enthusiastically. "I think you must have slipped some aphrodisiac into my food this weekend," I teased. "And if that's what it was, don't forget to do it again soon."

Of course, I was also thinking to myself, "You bet I'm going to get some more of it, just as soon as Judy and I can get together."

David headed off to work reluctantly, not having enough time for a quickie. And I headed for my computer to check e-mail. Sure enough, there was one from Judy. My heart started pounding as I clicked on her name and the words appeared on my screen.

"Sarah," it read, "Friday afternoon was wonderful!!! I haven't felt like this in a loooooong time, and I can't wait to feel it again. I've decided to visit my mother in Tulsa next weekend, and I can get away for a little 'shopping' Friday afternoon. Do you have a 'client' in Tulsa that you might see then? Don't you dare say no!"

And it was signed, "Your phone sex fuck buddy, Judy."

Well, Judy's message certainly did nothing to show down my heart rate. If anything, my pulse quickened further as my hands gripped the soft arms of my desk chair. I read the message several more times.

"Oh my god," I whispered. "Friday. Oh my god. Oh fuck. She's really serious."

My hands were trembling as I struggled to find the keys to type my response. "Dear Judy," I typed. "I do have a client in Tulsa that I've been meaning to see. As a matter of fact, I've wanted to see her for a very long time. But since Tulsa is such a long drive, I'll probably have to spend the night there. I'll write you later when I've made the arrangements."

And I signed it, "Your partner in masturbation, Sarah." I knew when I hit "send" that my life would never be the same. But wasn't that what I had been wanting for so long? I would certainly find out next Friday.

My sense of time went crazy that week. On one hand, the days just seemed to crawl by, making me feel as if Friday would never arrive. At the same time, when I woke up at 3:30 Friday morning, unable to go back to sleep, I just kept thinking over and over, "Oh my god, it already time! What the hell am I about to do?"

I lay there on my back, eyes wide open, listening to David snore slightly. I reached over and let my hand brush lightly against his warm body, which was snuggled just a few inches from mine. For the first time, I began to feel guilty.

I hated to lie to him. I had never cheated on him in our ten years of marriage. But was this really cheating? After all, Judy and I were just going to watch each other get off. Besides, I'd never seen David happier with our sex life than he was last weekend. And we both had Judy to thank for that. Only he just didn't know it.

I finally concluded that reasoned thought was not possible before 4 a.m., and I climbed out of bed. As I sat up, David reached over and patted my arm, and I felt a little lump in my throat. But I also felt that flutter deep in my belly that reminded me that I was going to do something today that was secret and naughty and more daring than anything I'd ever done before.

That fluttering in my belly turned into a tingling farther down as the warm spray of the shower rained down on me. Under any other circumstances, I would have enjoyed a leisurely masturbation session. But I refrained for two reasons. I had to hurry and get on the road in order to meet my client in Tulsa at 10 a.m., and I wanted the delicious sexual tension to keep building until I met Judy at my hotel at 1:00 that afternoon.

Earlier in the week, I had reserved a room for Friday night at the Doubletree Hotel in downtown Tulsa ("Yes, dear, I think I'd better stay over since my client meeting could run pretty late."). Judy and I had agreed to meet in the hotel restaurant at 1 p.m. I'd made arrangements to have what I hoped to be a fairly quick meeting with my client that morning, leaving me time to get checked in before Judy arrived.

I was turning all these things over in my mind as I finished my shower and began to work on my hair and makeup. I loved my perm, which gave my dark brown hair wonderful body and required minimal fuss to make it look really cute. 

I took some extra care with my makeup, ensuring that my big brown eyes were appropriately highlighted with eye shadow, liner and mascara. I hardly needed any blush, given the flush of excitement already reflected on my face. The lipstick I chose was just a bit redder than usual. I wasn't wearing it for my client. I was wearing it for Judy.

The clock said 6:15 a.m., and I knew I needed to get on the road quickly. I had a three hour drive ahead and didn't want to keep my client waiting. Yeah, right. The only time that really meant anything to me right then was 1 p.m., the hour of my meeting with Judy. But I did want to be professional with my client, so I slipped off my robe and began to dress.

Naturally, I had picked out my sexiest undergarments, a new bra and panty set I'd ordered from VS just for today. They were both a bold blue, and adorned with lace. The bra was a front-clasp, demi-cup model that lifted my breasts, accentuated my cleavage and barely covered my nipples. Speaking of nipples, I could feel them harden as I nestled my breasts into the small cups and thought about the next person who would be seeing them. 

The panty was a cute little thong with lace on the tiny front panel and the smallest strip of delicate material that disappeared seductively between the cheeks of my round, firm bottom. Although I normally wore panty hose when I dressed for business, today called for something different. I had purchased a pair of thigh high stockings, nude in color, just for today. It felt so sexy to slip them over my freshly shaved legs, and I was delighted with the results as I admired myself in the full-length mirror for a few seconds.

I was about to put on my deep blue silk blouse when I realized I'd forgotten something. I took some perfume and dabbed a bit between my breasts and applied one little drop to the inside of each thigh. Then I slipped on the blouse. I considered leaving the top two buttons undone to show off a little cleavage, but I thought better of it. I didn't want David wondering about my "sexy" look, and I could always reveal a little more after my business meeting.

Since I was ostensibly going to Tulsa on business, for David's benefit I decided to wear one of my "credibility suits," a classic black number with a short jacket. The skirt just touched the top of my knee and was just tight enough to make my clients remember I'm a woman. Of course, I didn't want Judy to forget it, either.

I slipped on a pair of matching pumps with three inch heels, and I was ready. It's just that I was not quite sure what I was ready for. I had done most of my packing the night before, so it was just a matter of gathering the things I had used to get ready that morning into my bag, and I was ready to hit the road.

I stuck my head in David's bathroom to tell him goodbye just as he was getting out of the shower. He was all wet, and I didn't want him messing up my makeup. So I playfully reached down and gave his semi-erect cock a couple of slow strokes, blew him a kiss and told him I'd see him on Saturday.

I don't remember much about the three-hour drive to Tulsa, or even much about the 10 a.m. appointment with my client. The organization's CEO wanted to take me to lunch, and I didn't want to turn him down because my contract was coming up for renewal. I thought it would be a very good time to make some points and, hopefully, secure his business for another year.

I told him we needed to eat early because I had a 1 p.m. appointment downtown, then chastised myself mentally for allowing this thing with Judy to overtake my better judgment and professionalism. We had a nice lunch and I did solidify myself with his organization for another year. But through it all, that tingle deep in my belly was never far away. A little lull in the conversation, and I would start to fantasize about what might happen in the afternoon, and the butterflies would take over.

Finally, at 12:20, we said our goodbyes with a handshake, and I hopped in my car and drove the 20 minutes downtown to the hotel. Parking was easy that time of day, and there was not even a line at check-in. So by 12:50, I was sliding the key card into the latch and opening the door to room 708, and god only knows what else.

I had wheeled my own suitcase to the room, not wanting to wait for a bellman, and I hoisted the bag onto the king sized bed, pulled out my makeup and did a little touching up. I had to go to the bathroom before going down to the restaurant, so I slipped down my frilly blue thong, lifted my skirt and sat down.

As I looked down at the new panties bunched around my knees, I suddenly had the urge to take them off and go commando. I knew from the few times that I had gone bare, that it would enhance the erotic, daring sensation I was already feeling. So I decided to do it! I stood up and stepped out of them, then picked the delicate little thong up and slipped it in my jacket pocket.

As I rode the elevator back down to the lobby, I smiled to myself at the little surprise I had for Judy.

****

Judy was already waiting for me in the restaurant. She looked as if she was ready for an afternoon of shopping all right, dressed in a cute little sun dress with thin straps that allowed her soft shoulders to show nicely. I could see right away that she was not wearing a bra, as her round breasts struggled against the thin cotton fabric. She looked darling in bright yellow, and the hem was short enough to show off her bare, tanned legs. I was delighted to see that she had gone to the trouble of getting a pedicure, as her freshly-done toes peeked out from her low-heeled sandals.

"She must have been looking forward to this as much as I have," I thought to myself as I hugged her in greeting. The hardening of her nipples as we kissed each other lightly on the cheek was also a give-away.

"You look very businesslike today," Judy greeted me. "I hope you sold something to that client you met with. If you didn't, he must be blind or dead."

"Yeah, it was a good meeting. But I have to tell you, I was having a lot of trouble concentrating." She nodded her head in understanding.

"So you're actually going to go through with this, huh?" Judy asked as we took a seat at a table for four in the far corner of the restaurant. The lunch crowd was beginning to thin a bit and we had this particular section mostly to ourselves. We sat in adjacent chairs at the round table, but not close enough that anyone would think twice about what we were up to.

"Well, I guess I'm going through with it," I responded. "I know I want to. It's all I've been thinking about. But I don't think I'll know for sure whether I'm really going to do it until, you know, we . . . actually . . . do it." I could tell my face was flushed with excitement and embarrassment at actually talking about this face to face with Judy.

She leaned toward me and put her hand on my arm. "Oh, you're gonna do it all right," she whispered. "You want it as bad as I do. Probably more."

Just then the waiter brought over two glasses of water. We declined his offer of menus and ordered two glasses of wine. We were both too excited to eat and I hoped the wine might relax us a bit.

"What do you mean 'probably more'?" I asked after the waiter was out of earshot.

"Well, I know what it's like and you don't. Your curiosity is about to make you crazy. Am I right?" Judy said with a soft smile and raised eyebrows.

"Wait a minute," I said urgently. "You mean you've masturbated with another woman before?"

"Well . . . ," Judy hesitated, but the smile never left those wonderfully full lips. "That and a little more."

"Oh my god, Judy," I hissed, trying to make sure that no one around us could hear. "You've had sex with a woman?"

She simply kept smiling and nodded her head. "You already know I had some adventures when I was in college. Well, that was one of them. My roommate, freshman year. We started masturbating together after we'd lived together for probably three months. Then one Saturday night, thanks to a little liquor and some asshole boyfriends who stood us up, things went a bit farther."

"Oh fuck," I whispered, barely audibly. "What have I gotten myself into here?"

"Don't worry," she reassured, "we won't do anything you're not ready for, that you don't want to do."

"But how the hell do I know WHAT I want to do? I was scared to death when I thought we were just going to masturbate! Now, I'm afraid I'll disappoint you if we don't go farther."

She squeezed my arm again, reassuringly. "You'll never disappoint me, Sarah. The orgasms I've already had with you are some of the best of my whole life. There's just something about this connection we've developed. It's like when you touch yourself, I can feel it right in my sex. And I think you feel the same way."

I nodded my head in silent agreement, feeling myself moisten just a little at just the mention of our touching ourselves. "All right," I said hesitantly, "I'm putting myself in your hands. Please be gentle." 

I smiled at my little joke, while Judy was still trying to figure out whether I was really kidding. "Don't worry, I won't start screaming or anything."

"I kind of remember hearing you do some screaming on the phone last week," Judy teased. "And I'll be disappointed if you don't at least do that much today."

My stomach was in a real knot, imagining what might actually happen once we got to my room. I knew in my heart that Judy would not be satisfied with a simple masturbation session. But I was beginning to believe that I wouldn't either. So I thought I might as well spring my surprise on her.

"Judy," I whispered softly, as I reached into the pocket of my jacket. "I have something for you." Before she could ask what or I could change my mind, I quickly thrust the panties into her hand.

The look on her face was priceless! She opened her mouth, but no words came out. Her eyes were wide with surprise. Finally, she realized she was sitting in a restaurant with pair of women's panties in her hand and quickly wadded them up and slipped them in her purse.

My laughter broke the tension, and Judy quickly followed suit. We sat there and nearly howled over something that was so silly and sexy at the same time. "Well, girl, you're going to do just fine," she said when she finally had stopped laughing.

"I think so, too," I said seriously, "but what if someone should walk in and see us together like this?"

"We're just two old friends having a late lunch."

"What if someone sees us getting on the elevator together?" I persisted.

Judy patiently pointed to a sign in the lobby announcing a two-day meeting of the Statewide Coalition of Christian Women here at the hotel. "Then we're just a couple of Christian women going up to a meeting in the conference center."

"But what if someone sees us going into my room together?"

The last question was one two many for Judy. She just frowned at me and said, "Then we'll just tell 'em we're a couple of horny women getting ready to get each other off."

That crack made us both laugh again. And it made us both realize that the time for talking was over. Judy got up from the table first, and I followed quickly behind. I watched her hips sway gently and seductively under her yellow sun dress as we made our way to the elevators.

****

The ride up to the seventh floor seemed to take forever. We were alone in the elevator, thankfully, but neither of us said a word. It was as if we were both holding our breath, and didn't plan to exhale until we were safely inside my room. Occasionally, we'd glance at each other and smile weakly, as if to say, "What are we getting ourselves into, anyway?"

I fumbled around in my purse for the key card and fumbled around again trying to insert it in the latch with shaking hands. Of course, it didn't help that by this time, Judy was standing close enough behind me that I could feel the heat from her body and catch a whiff of her perfume. It reminded me again why we were there and made me so glad we were.

When the lock finally gave that loud click to signify it was released, Judy put her hand on the small of my back and allowed it to drift down over my bottom as I pushed the door open and she followed me inside.

There was the room, just as I had left it about 30 minutes before, my bag still atop the large bed. It was dark, even in the early afternoon, because I had left the blackout curtains pulled shut. It was a typical upscale hotel room; at least it was for Tulsa. In addition to the king size bed, there was a desk and chair over in the far corner, complete with a high-speed internet hookup. An overstuffed arm chair and ottoman sat in the other corner opposite the desk. And, of course, there was the standard dark wood armoire that held the television and cable box in the top, with drawers in the bottom for anyone staying long enough to unpack. 




A Phone Call to Judy Ch. 02



Needless to say, Judy and I would not be here that long. Somehow, I didn't think we would be watching much television, either.

"Well, here we are," Judy announced in a rather serious tone. "We really are going to do this, aren't we?" Our eyes met and then we both looked silently at the large bed that dominated the room.

"Oh, I'm sorry," I said hastily, as I grabbed the suitcase and shoved it quickly into the small closet just outside the bathroom. As I did, I got a quick glance at myself in the full length mirror and was amazed at how flushed I looked. "I was in a hurry when I arrived."

"It's okay, Sarah," Judy said soothingly, "just chill. We have all afternoon and we're only going to move as fast and as far as you want. Remember?"

From the feeling between my legs, I was ready to move very far, very fast. I was wishing that I hadn't surrendered my panties to Judy earlier because my juices were already beginning to seep from my aroused sex and slicken the insides of my thighs. But my mind, my emotions had not yet caught up with my body in terms of how far I wanted to go.

"I really appreciate that, Judy. You have no idea how nervous I am right now."

"Yes I do," she said softly, "because I feel the same way. This is a lot different than it was back in college. This time I'm with someone I really care about." And with those words, she reached out and took my hand and led me over to the bed, where we sat down side by side.

"So, how do we start?" I asked, afraid to look directly at her because my question sounded so naïve.

"I don't know, Sarah, maybe we could start by getting a little more comfortable. And with that, Judy stood up, let the thin straps of her sun dress fall from her shoulders, and lifted it over her head. I gasped audibly as she stood there before me in nothing but a matching pair of yellow panties and sandals. There was a rather large wet spot in the front of her panties that I'm sure would have matched my own had I only been wearing any. I was just glad I'd worn a dark skirt so the dampness that had soaked through wouldn't show too much.

"Oh my god, Judy," I whispered. "You are absolutely beautiful. And she truly was, standing there with that thick mane of dark brown hair cascading down over her soft shoulders, her bright blue eyes sparkling from the excitement and emotion of the situation. It was so good to see the life back in her wonderful eyes.

Her breasts were round and firm, topped by pinkish brown nipples that were seriously erect and much larger than mine. Her belly was not completely flat. After all, we were both in our mid-30's. But her skin was still tight and I enjoyed letting my gaze travel over and then down her generous curves. This was truly the way a woman should look. Not a girl. A woman. I just hoped she would be as taken with my body when she saw it as I was with hers.

Judy stepped out of her sandals just as I stood up and prepared to remove my own clothing. And for a moment, with me standing there in my three-inch heels, she actually seemed small. It was a strange reversal of perspectives with a woman who had always seemed so large to me because of her personality, charisma, and in my mind her sexual appetites.

I really didn't like the feeling, so I quickly kicked off my shoes and the two of us were about the same height once again. Then I raised my unsteady hands and commenced to slip out of my jacket. Judy just stood there in her brief yellow panties and watched my full breasts push outward as I struggled to free myself from my jacket. From the look in her eyes, I could tell that my erect nipples did not go unnoticed.

Hands still trembling, I made a tentative move to unbutton my blouse. But Judy stopped me. "Wait a minute. Can I help you with that?" It wasn't so much a question as a statement.

"Well, uh, sure. I guess so."

Though my answer sounded uncertain, Judy didn't wait for me to change my mind. She took my hand and led me over in front of the full length mirror. She moved around behind me so she had to reach around my body in order to unfasten the buttons.

I watched in the mirror as her hands moved slowly over the front of my blouse, releasing one button, then the next. With each movement, her hands brushed against my sensitive nipples, making them harden even further. And, of course, as Judy reached around from behind, her full breasts pressed against my back and I could feel the curve of her mound molding tightly against my bottom.

When she had released the final button, the blue silk blouse simply hung from my shoulders, revealing the soft skin of my chest and belly, interrupted by the deep blue lace of my bra. She placed her hands on the upper part of my arms and looked over my shoulder until our eyes met in the mirror. It was as if she was silently asking if I was ready for her to proceed.

I let out a deep sigh, which we both knew meant yes, and she found the front clasp of my bra and unhooked it, releasing my breasts. But instead of moving quickly to help me out of the blouse, Judy took her time. She used both hands to open the blouse more completely and at the same time, pulled either side of my bra outward until the blouse and bra were hanging loosely against the outsides of my breasts.

This time the sigh came from Judy, when she got her first good look at my erect nipples as they pulled my areolas into taught little peaks. The room was unbelievably quiet. The only sounds were our ragged breaths and an occasional door slamming somewhere down the hall.

For what must have been a full minute, neither of us moved. We simply stood there in front of that mirror . . . looking. At each other, at ourselves. The sparkle in Judy's eyes had turned to fire. I could feel the heat of her gaze on my breasts. The amazing visual images combined with the feel of Judy pressed tightly against my back, made it the most sensuous experience of my life.

Finally, I felt Judy's hands travel along my shoulders until she hooked the blouse and bra in her hands and slid them off in one smooth motion. For a moment, I felt terribly exposed, standing topless in front of the mirror, already sans panties. I felt naked, even though my skirt remained as one last remnant of my modesty.

But when Judy pressed herself to me once again, this time against my now-naked back, I was no longer shy, or hesitant, or embarrassed. Suddenly I was a woman who wanted to be touched and touched completely by another woman.

Sensing that my feelings were becoming more urgent, Judy moved quickly to unfasten my skirt and it pooled at my feet on the floor. As I stepped out of it, I was left standing in nothing but my stockings and three inch heels. From the reflection in the mirror, I saw Judy's eyes travel slowly down the front of my body, before finally coming to rest on my mound.

"Oh Sarah," was all she could say as we both looked at the droplets of moisture that were glistening from my dark brown pubic hair and the nectar that had already begun to coat both thighs.

I felt like I was in a trance as Judy led me over the bed. We sat down on the edge with our bodies turned toward each other. It was then that I got the first whiff of sex in the room. It was not my familiar scent, which I enjoyed so much when I became aroused. Instead it was a mixture of Judy and me. It was the most delicious aroma I'd ever smelled, and I could actually feel little ripples deep in my sex as I drank it in.

"Well, Sarah, I think it's time," Judy said softly as she scooted up on the bed and leaned back against the headboard. She closed her eyes and began to massage her full, round breasts, cupping them in her palms and using her thumbs to flick the hard nipples.

I sat still as a statue and just studied her. The flare of her nostrils as she began to breathe faster and more deeply. The delicate line of her jaw, the flush that was beginning to turn the creamy skin of her chest and neck a deep pink.

And when she slid her right hand across her smooth stomach and slipped it inside her panties, I couldn't help myself. I reached for Judy and began to glide my hand up and down the smooth skin of her leg, beginning at the ankle and ending at her upper thigh, just before my hand touched hers. I made that slow trip over and over again, finally allowing my hand to make contact with Judy's as it moved in small circular motions inside her panties.

When she felt our hands meet, she opened her eyes and watched as my hand covered hers and began to move in unison with it, until both of us were pleasuring her wet sex—her hand on the inside and mine on the outside.

My other hand instinctively went to my own breast, pinching and pulling the nipple over and over. Judy was watching me now, watching us, really, as we lay together in near silence. The only sounds were occasional moans and whimpers as the feelings began to build toward a peak.

I knew this wasn't the way things were supposed to go. I was supposed to be pleasuring myself while Judy did the same. But lying on the same bed with this beautiful, sexy creature and only touching myself was simply impossible. I just couldn't do it.

"Judy,' I whispered as she looked deeply into my eyes. "I want to do it all. I can't just watch."

"Mmmmmmm, I want that, too, Sarah." And with that, she slid her hand from her panties and extended it to me, smearing her nectar over my lips. The scent, the taste of her was simply amazing and I grasped her hand and slid her wet fingers into my mouth and suckled gently.

"Please, show me what to do," I begged, and Judy pulled me to her and began to kiss me, slowly and gently at first, tracing her tongue lightly over my lips to taste her nectar. Then she nibbled and sucked my bottom lip, then the top, and the feel of her soft skin against my face was so new, yet so comfortable.

It wasn't long, though, before her kisses grew more urgent. She cupped my cheeks with her hands and pulled me hard to her, just as her tongue pressed insistently into my mouth. We kissed slowly, deeply and my heart fluttered at the feel of her warm breath in my mouth.

Without breaking our kiss, Judy gently eased me down on my back and covered my body with hers. I gasped at the feel of her nipples against mine, then wrapped my arms around her and pulled her closer to me. I ran both hands up and down lightly over the smooth skin of her back before allowing them to slip inside her panties and cup her wonderful ass. She moaned into my mouth as I caressed her delicate flesh and reached lower to explore the sensitive area in her crack.

Suddenly, Judy pulled her mouth from mine, propped herself up on her forearms and looked at me. "So you want to do it all, do you?" she whispered.

"Yes, oh god, yes."

"Then tell me my sweet Sarah. What it is exactly you want to do?"

"What do you mean? You know what I want. It's what you want, too."

"No, dear. Right now, what I want is to hear you say it. To hear you tell me. In plain, clear and descriptive terms. I know you know the words. I read them in your story." Then she smiled as she waited.

"Are you serious?" I demanded.

"Very serious," she responded, still smiling.

"You bitch!"

"Now that's no way to get into these cute yellow panties," she teased. "Now tell me what you want, Sarah." This time, while she was waiting for a response, Judy leaned down and took my left breast as far into her mouth as it would go and sucked it as she swirled her tongue around the nipple.

"Mmmmmmm," I moaned as I felt her saliva begin to coat my breast and the pressure of her sucking gradually increased.

"Oh god, Judy, yes baby, that feels so good," I purred. "You know what I want. I want you to fuck me. And I want to fuck you. I want to taste your wet, dripping cunt and I want you to use your tongue on me until I cum in your mouth!" By the time I finished, I was almost screaming at her.

"Yesssssss, baby, you DO know what you want. And Judy is going to give it to you. All of it." And with that, she began to work her way down my body, lingering for a long time at my sensitive breasts, sucking them fully into her mouth, licking the tender undersides and finally scraping the nipples with her teeth until I gasped with pleasure and pain.

When she was finished there, she left a trail of kisses down my belly and snuggled herself between my thighs with her face hovering over my mound. "My god, Sarah, you smell delicious," she whispered as she blew her warm breath up and down the length of my wet slit.

My hips were rising up from the bed by this time, urging her to take me with her tongue, but she only teased me by moving lower and kissing each leg from the knee to the top of my thigh and back again. The feel of her lips caressing me through my stockings was just amazing. As she got closer and closer to my dripping sex with each trip up my leg, I wrapped my fingers in her thick hair and pulled her to me urgently. I needed to feel her mouth on my pussy!

And my god was it worth the wait. Her teasing kisses and licks had me so ready for her. The second the tip of her tongue parted my swollen lips, I felt the first little contraction ripple through me. But I focused all my attention on holding back as long as I could. I did not want to miss even one of the beautiful sensations I knew I was about to feel.

Judy began licking me, slowly, gently from that sensitive area just above my anus, all the way up to my clit, which was already peeking out of its hood, begging to be touched. But she barely gave it a little flick before lowering her tongue and beginning her upward journey once again. She must have made a dozen trips up and down my slit, barely entering me, despite the thrusting of my hips.

"Ohhhhhh, you taste so good, Sarah," she whispered into my steaming cunt. And the feel of her breath just enflamed me more. Then she took her hands and spread my lips wide and began to lick my delicate folds, as if she was trying to drink all the nectar that must have been dripping onto her eager tongue. She sucked my lips into her mouth and nibbled lightly.

"Fuccckkkkkk," I panted. "I'm so close." My hips seemed to be moving on their own as they thrust upward wildly, trying to create as much pressure as possible against Judy's mouth.

She knew there was no turning back now, so she slid her arms underneath my legs and pulled me tight to her. At the same time, she took my throbbing clit between her lips and began to suck. The response was immediate and explosive.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh!" I screamed, not caring at all who might hear. My cunt began to throb and contract and jolts of pleasure shot out from my center to every extremity. I grabbed Judy hard by the hair and ground my sex against her mouth, not even thinking about her as a person at that moment, but simply as an instrument to help me quench this fire that was burning at my core. My back arched and every muscle in my body was pulled taught, straining to experience every last one of the beautiful sensations that were coursing through my body. 

I was covered with sweat and my breathing ragged. Soon I began to feel like a runner coming to the end of a very long, grueling race. My muscles turned to jelly and I collapsed weakly on the bed and lay helpless as Judy used her tongue to lap at the last bit of my cum while the little aftershocks of orgasm washed over me.

But she didn't stop! As her tongue continued to move lightly over my sex, she inserted two fingers deep inside and began to swirl them around. Her tongue began to focus on my clit and her eager licks synchronized with the movement of her fingers.

In no time, my senses were on high alert again as she stirred me, licked me and brought me up toward my peak once more. And before I even realized it was coming, the waves took me again. Judy pinned my clit with her tongue and massaged my g-spot vigorously as I writhed around on the bed, panting and moaning. I finally had to push her away because I simply could take no more stimulation.

I think I may have actually lost consciousness for a second. When I managed to weakly open my eyes, there was Judy propped up on her elbows between my legs. Her face was covered with my juices and she flashed this wonderfully satisfied smile at me.

"Well, baby," she purred. "Does that qualify as doing it all?" She smiled that mischievous smile of hers as she ran her fingernail lightly up and down my thighs, which were coated with my nectar.

"Oh, fuck, Judy," I panted. "No one in the world has ever had an orgasm like that. Cumming doesn't even begin to describe it. It was like I was exploding into a thousand throbbing pieces."

"Mmmmmmm. I know, Sarah. I'd forgotten how good it can be with a woman."

She scooted herself up the bed until her face was next to mine. She put one hand gently behind my head and pulled me to her. The kiss was amazing. It was warm. It was soft. It was wet. And it tasted like my pussy. I could have laid there all afternoon with my mouth locked together with Judy's.

I hadn't realized before how directly my lips, my nipples and my clit were wired together. But then, no one had ever pleasured them all the way Judy had. Each time she kissed me, a cascade of pleasure began at my mouth and tumbled downward until I could almost feel those same lips nibbling at my clit.

I began to lose myself again in the soft pleasure of her touch. But I realized that I mustn't be as selfish as I was tempted to be. I would truly have been content to lie in this one spot and allow her to pleasure me all afternoon. But I wanted to return in some small measure the joy that she had given me.

So I broke our kiss and whispered, "It's your turn now, baby. You may have to tell me what to do, but I have to know if I can make you feel like I did."

"Don't worry, Sarah, I'm easy to please," she smiled. "Besides, I already had one little orgasm just from watching you cum like that."

"You did?" I said in wonder.

"Fuck yes, girl. I've never seen anybody get off like that. You should have seen your face. It was amazing!"

I didn't know whether to feel proud or embarrassed that I had lost myself so in the experience. But I decided to quit worrying about it and just enjoy the little ripples of pleasure that were still bubbling up from inside every now and then.

I scooted myself out from under Judy and traded places with her. Now, she was lying on her back looking up at me. I leaned to her and kissed her, just the way I enjoyed being kissed—slowly and softly. Her mouth opened and her eyes closed instinctively at my touch.

As I nibbled on her lips and ran my tongue over her teeth, the realization began to sink in that I was actually making love to another woman. When Judy was pleasuring me, it was almost as if I were in some sort of erotic fantasy world. It all seemed almost like a dream. But now, with me as the one taking the lead came the realization that I was entering a place I'd never been before. A place where much of society felt I should never go.

"How could it be wrong," I thought to myself, "when it feels so good, so right." And I did my best to shove those lingering doubts out of my mind while I tried to do for Judy what she had done for me.

My lips moved down along her neck and I paused to nibble on her tender flesh. I was tempted to leave a little love bite, but I didn't want her husband asking difficult questions. As I kissed and licked her neck, I moved my hand to her mound and marveled at how wet she was. She was coated with her juices from the top of her mound down as far as I could reach along her thighs.

I made my hand flat and began to caress her outer lips lightly with my palm, applying just a little more pressure with each touch. I then slipped two fingers deep inside her wet tunnel and felt her moan into my mouth when I entered her for the first time.

Her moans and whimpers of pleasure were my signal to kiss my way down to her breasts, while never breaking the rhythm of my fingers as they glided in and out of her slowly, steadily. I began to lick one nipple, then the other, moving back and forth from one ample globe to the other.




A Phone Call to Judy Ch. 02



She was so wet and open that I was able to easily slip in a third, then a fourth finger, and I began to increase the speed of my thrusting, just as I increased the intensity of my attention to her nipples. I took each swollen bud into my mouth and sucked it hard, until she squirmed from the intensity of the sensation.

I could feel her tunnel begin to spasm a little around my fingers, and I knew she was approaching the peak. So I slowed my thrusting a bit, hoping to let her skate along the edge just a little longer. Occasionally, my thumb would dart up and flick her swollen clit and the little spasms would begin again. I loved to bring myself right to the brink of orgasm and just stay there for a long time when I masturbated. And I realized I was pretty good at doing the same thing to Judy.

But I could tell she needed release. She began trying to grind herself against my hand and create contact with her clit. I teased her by pulling back a little, but her urgent whimpering told me that it was time.

With one fluid motion, I curled my fingers and found her spot and pressed my thumb against her clit, trapping it firmly against her pubic bone. And I began to massage her like that both inside and out while I sucked hard on her nipple.

The result was amazing! Judy unleashed a stream of cuss words like I'd never heard before. She called me a fucking whore, a cum slut and several other things I didn't understand. But it was so wonderful to hear those things from Judy because it told me she had totally lost herself in the experience. It confirmed that I must be doing something very right.

As she came down from her orgasm, I snuggled in next to her and rested my head against her shoulder. The scent of her hair and the smell of our sex mixed together in an aromatic cocktail. I just closed my eyes and drank it all in, luxuriating in the feel of her soft, damp skin next to mine. As we lay there, I kept two fingers just barely inside her pussy. I was reluctant to lose that last bit of intimate contact.

We lay there for over an hour, just holding each other and enjoying the afterglow. But we knew the real world would intrude before long. Judy glanced at the clock on the nightstand, which read 4 p.m.

"Jesus," she said, "I have to be at my mom's by 5:30. I don't want her to start calling my house and asking Jim where I am." 

"Wait, please," I said softly. "I have to do one more thing."

And before she could say anything, I slid slowly down her body and pressed her legs apart. I had to do this. I had to know the taste of her, the feel of her sex on my tongue. I began to kiss her swollen lips lightly, sucking them into her mouth as she had done to mine.

Judy let out a deep sigh and threw her head back against the pillows while her hands began to massage her breasts. I tentatively traced my tongue along the length of her and marveled at the softness. I flattened my tongue and lapped slowly inside her folds, trying to collect as much of her nectar as possible.

I looked up briefly to see what effect my efforts were having, and I saw Judy pinching and pulling both nipples vigorously as she took short breaths between her clenched teeth. Then she began to talk to me, to direct me, to encourage me.

"Oh yeah. Oh fuck yes, baby. Right there," she cooed. One hand moved to the back of my head as she sort of held me in place and slowly humped my mouth. "That's it. Mmmmm. Faster."

And I did my best to listen to her urgings and read the unspoken language of her body in the hope that I could give her as much pleasure as she had given me. Soon, her movements became quicker, more urgent. Her thighs clamped tight around my head as she raised her hips and rocked them back and forth against my mouth.

Unlike her first orgasm, this one was almost tender, gentle. Judy hardly made a sound, except for the hissing of her breath through her clenched teeth. And too soon it was over. She lay limply on the bed as I rested my cheek on her wet thigh.

This time we didn't have the luxury of cuddling. It was just about an hour before Judy needed to be at her mother's. So we gave each other one last squeeze and reluctantly climbed out of bed.

"Do you mind if I take a quick shower," she asked. "I don't want to go to my mother's with that fresh-fucked smell."

I laughed and said, "Sure, if I can join you."

Judy hesitated. "I really do have to get going . . . "

"I know, babe, I promise not to slow you down too much." I just wasn't quite ready for our afternoon to end.

So we padded into the bathroom, turned on the shower and stepped in. Judy didn't want to have to spend too much time with her hair, so she'd tied it up in a pony tail and tried to keep her head out from under the spray as much as possible. As for me, I luxuriated in the warm water as it rained down on my body.

We took turns soaping each other, paying special attention to our breasts and mounds. Judy playfully slipped a finger inside me as she was washing me down there, but we both realized there was not enough time for even a quickie. Still, being there in the warm shower with her felt so intimate and nice. It was the perfect ending for the most memorable afternoon of my life.

Then, before I knew it, she was dressed and gone. I sat alone in the dark room, wrapped in the white terry robe that the hotel provided. I ran my hand over the bed, lingering over the damp patches that were all the evidence that remained of our lovemaking. I could still taste her on my tongue.

I couldn't help but wonder whether I should have gone through with it. But I also wondered when I would experience those indescribable feelings and sensations again. I thought about David and what all this might mean to us. I couldn't bear to lose him. 

But most of all, I thought about how I was changed forever. And I cried.