Speed Dial
Author
Ronnie Coleinger
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Speed Dial
Early one afternoon, one of my customers called me on my cell phone and I talked her through an electrical problem at her lakefront home. The problem was simple and she reset the ground fault breaker as I talked to her. When the conversation was over, the young newlywed customer said, “Thanks for fixing me. I will call you tomorrow with an itinerary for your trip to complete this list of repair work we discussed.” I thought nothing of her parting comments, as she often spoke like a rich girl who had no idea that I might have a full schedule already planned for tomorrow.
Early the following morning (before my morning coffee in fact), my cell phone rang again. The caller I.D. told me that the female customer I had spoken to yesterday was calling me back; probably with a list of work that she would like done immediately. I pressed the talk button; however, before any words could come out of my mouth to identify myself, she began speaking. I listened to her words as I always did with my customers, but her voice sounded as if she had just woke up and was still a little sleepy. She began talking to me as if I was her lover, using a very low sexy voice. So sexy in fact, I swear I could smell the scent of her body emanating from the speaker on my cell phone. The words she spoke tensed my body, and I suddenly realized she thought she was speaking to her husband. She had obviously pressed the wrong speed dial button, and had gotten me instead of her husband. I thought about breaking in on her conversation and telling her whom she was speaking to, or hanging up on her, but I simply could not do it. Her words had mesmerized my male brain.
She had begun the conversation by saying, “I just called to tell you that when I woke a few minutes ago, I discovered a badly swollen spot between my legs. Since you are not here to inspect the problem and find the cause, I just thought I would inspect the swollen spot with my fingers and tell you what I feel, and what is happening to my body because of this dreadful swelling.”
I know there was drool dripping from the corner of my mouth and onto the notepad in front of me as I sat at my desk. There was also a warm feeling developing between my legs, and I realized that this young newlywed had me very excited. She began speaking to her phone again. I could hear her voice begin to tremble, her breathing become more rapid, and I could hear her body moving around on the bed sheets under the intense manipulations of her fingers. I envisioned her cell phone, set to speakerphone, resting on her chest just between her breasts.
I remembered that she had rather small breasts, but I also remember that her nipples were very large. I had the privilege of seeing them in all their glory while working on the lighting around her deck one morning. Her nipples were the size of marbles under the white bikini top she had worn swimming. That morning, as she stood talking to me, I had some very vivid thoughts running around in my male head, thoughts about rubbing my tongue around those lovely nipples. As she turned to walk away from me that morning, I watched her tight white bikini covered butt wiggle as she walked into the house to change into something warmer.
Anyways, back to the story. As I listened to this early morning phone call, I could tell she was getting more and more excited. I could tell just by her voice where her fingers were rubbing. Sometimes she even spoke of where her fingers rubbed, especially if she found a new spot that she had not already mentioned. Believe me; I could visualize every place she spoke of as her fingers moved around her anatomy. Places that made my face blush. Places that made her breath come in pants. Places that made my manhood swell. Places that made her womanhood swell even more. Places that I wanted to kiss. Places her husband had surely already kissed.
I suddenly felt a rage of jealousy flow through my mind, directed towards her husband, and then I laughed over how ridiculous that emotion was.
As she continued to talk and rub her swollen body, I could hear the bed linins rubbing against her body more rapidly. Her breath was now coming in gasps; she spoke of how her fingers had entered her vagina. She explained how she could feel her G-spot with her finger, how the texture of the skin just there was rougher, how moving her finger against the spot caused her to draw up her knees towards her breasts, how she had spread her legs, and positioned her body for her lover to enter her. Then I heard her voice tremble, I heard the rapid movement of her body against the sheets and realized the girl had just masturbated herself to an incredible orgasm. I could hear her tell her husband how her body was squeezing around her fingers, squeezing, caressing, messaging, pulling them deeper inside; “Yes, just there, right against my cervix, yes, right there where you will expel your seed one day so I can bear a boy child for us to raise and love.”
Just as quickly as this phone sex had begun, it came to an abrupt end. As her breathing slowed, she said, “Rickie, I seemed to have solved the problem with my swollen body. It seems much better now, although a little sensitive. I love you dear. Have a great day.” The phone line went dead. I looked at my cell phone’s display and it read, “Call ended.” I laid the phone down on the table and considered what I had just heard. I saw an image of me, standing with both hands wrapped around the steel bars of the prison cell where I would be spending the next ten years of my life over invasion of privacy charges. I cleared the phone of all alerts, all history, and of any trace of ever answering the call. The only problem was; I knew that she could instantly tell that she had called me instead of her husband, if she looked at the call history. I felt the sweat begin to form on my forehead, and then felt a trickle of sweat run down the crack of my ass. Suddenly, I remembered that she had called me. Why was I feeling guilty? I was just an innocent male, caught up in the phone sex of a rich female, who should have paid more attention to whom she was calling.
I poured another cup of coffee, and headed out to the truck to visit my first customer. As I unlocked the door to the pickup truck, my cell phone rang again. I looked at the display, took a deep breath, and then pressed the talk button. I heard her giggly voice ask, “Are you up yet?” If she only knew how up I was right now after listening to her earlier conversation. I spoke her name and asked how she was doing this morning. She talked about the neighbor’s dog pooping in her yard a few minutes ago, and about taking a swim when the sun had warmed the air a little more. Then she said, “Could you come today and fix the rest of my problems?” I almost fell out of the truck. Then regained my compose and said, “I forget what all we talked about, I hope you made a list.” She giggled and said, “I always make lists so contractors like you do not screw me.” I giggled in the phone, but wondered where her words were coming from this morning. She usually never spoke to me this way. When I told her that I could be at her cabin around one o’clock this afternoon, she said, “I will have the coffee pot on and be ready for you.” The phone went dead again and the display read, “Call ended.” That was the other thing different about her today, she normally always said, “Goodbye,” when she ended a call, or at least said something to let you know she was done with you and was moving on to other important issues for the day. Her sudden abrupt end to her conversations this morning seemed to set my nerves on edge.
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When I arrived at the cabin, she walked out to the truck to meet me, and then handed me a steaming hot cup of coffee. As we stood and talked, a car rolled up the driveway. I immediately realized the driver was her husband, and he was home early. When he stepped out of the car, he shook my hand and said, “I hear you are taking good care of my wife during my absence. Did you fix all of her issues?” I smiled and said, “Oh yes, her issues are fixed. But now I have a list of projects that need to be resolved.” Her husband said to her, “I tried to call you to tell you I would be home early, but got no answer.” She flipped open her cell phone, looked at the history file a moment, got a really strange look on her face, closed the phone and said, “Sorry honey, I turned the volume down earlier and forgot to turn it back up.” After her husband had walked away with his overnight bag, she looked me directly in the eyes, blushed bright red, and said, “I think you may have listened to me fix one of my little problems by accident. Did I score a home run?” I looked deep into her eyes as I searched for an answer, and finally said, “I think you scored two home runs in one inning.” She giggled and said, “I hope you deleted the message from your phone.” I smiled and said, “I deleted the message immediately. I did not want my girlfriend to discover it.” As she turned and began walking towards the cabin, she said, “Let’s get started fixing some of my other little problems.” As I walked along behind her, I moved my tool pouch a little around to the front of my blue jeans.
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As I drove home that afternoon, I could not get this woman’s accidental phone call off my mind. As I thought long and hard about how she had managed to talk that long without realizing she was not talking to her husband, disturbed me. Would her husband not have spoken at least once to her while she massaged her swollen spot, as she had called it? If I had been her husband and could have spoken, I would have cheered the girl on, and spoken words of encouragement to her to insure she completed her mission. The longer I considered what had transpired over that phone call to the wrong number, the more I wondered if the call had actually been to the wrong number. Could it be possible that she had intentionally dialed my cell phone instead of her husband’s number? I did not want to think about it anymore this afternoon. I still had an hour-long drive home and these thoughts of her lying on that bed; doing what only she could do to that body of hers, was driving me crazy. I picked up my cell phone from the dashboard of the truck, flipped open the case, and pressed the speed dial button for my girlfriend, Kathy. She answered on the first ring. I giggled over how quickly she answered. She asked the reason for my giggling over the sound of her voice. I said, “Could I take you to dinner tonight, then take you to my house and make love to you?”
Her laughter was contagious. As we laughed and talked, she said, “And why may I ask are you so wound up tonight that you would call me and ask to make love to me after dinner.” I said, “I hope you will allow me to tell you that story when we are alone. Right now, I think I should just drive this truck, and keep both hands on the steering wheel.” I could hear Kathy’s laughter over the sound of the television in the background. Then she must have turned off the television or muted it, because suddenly I could hear every breath she took as she talked to me. Then she said, “I would rather cook supper here at my place tonight if you don’t mind. You have clean cloth’s here, so why don’t you just plan to stay over tonight. That will give us time to discuss the woman that has you so turned on. Can you at least tell me who she is?” I stumbled with my words, and Kathy said, “I will understand if you do not want to tell me, but I hope I am not competing for your love.” I quickly explained to Kathy that the woman was a newlywed customer and that I would never touch another woman. Kathy said, “You don’t have to explain yourself, we can work out your feelings as we talk face to face tonight.” I said, “Kathy, I will explain every sorted detail of this day to you, and I do love you. I desperately need to try to understand this day, and I need your female thoughts about what occurred. Kathy, I will see you shortly.”
When I had pulled my red truck into one side of her three-car garage, I shut off the engine and sat a moment. The door leading into the kitchen opened and Kathy came walking out to meet me. When she walked up to the driver’s side window, I leaned out and kissed her hard on the lips. She said, “Shall I climb in there with you, or are you getting out. I think dinner can wait an hour while we shower and make love.” I smiled, got out of the truck, took her hand, and led the way into the house. As she closed the kitchen door, I heard the sound of Kathy locking the dead bolt lock, insuring we would remain undisturbed by the outside world.
We walked through the living area, then down a long hallway. When we had entered the master bedroom, we began removing clothing for our shower. When we were both naked, Kathy stepped up close to me and said, “The shower can wait.” She threw a bath towel on the carpet and said, “On your back my love, time is wasting.” When she had positioned herself over me, I felt her warm hands guide my penis deep into her body. She leaned forward and began kissing me. I felt my body tense and knew this was not going to last very long. She sensed my tension and said, “What color are my eyes my love.” I said, “They are very blue.” She giggled and said, “Very good, you did that without opening your eyes. You do still love me, don’t you?” I pulled her close and said, “Kathy, I love you more than you will ever know, but I am not going to be able to wait for you tonight.” As the last word left my lips, I filled her body with my passion.
An early morning phone call had started this sexual arousal, but Kathy was the one who relieved my passion. I knew I would tell her all the details of this incredible day. She would listen to my story, and then she would give me time to explain my feeling for our relationship. We would discuss the fact that another woman had stirred my sexual desires into a raging fire, but that I had not acted on those desires until I was with the woman I loved. I hoped she would understand. I believed she would, being my best friend and all. As Kathy kissed my neck and then nibbled on my earlobe, I felt my body respond to her gentle touch and my erection strengthened. She giggled in my ear, then I felt her body tense, and her fingers dig deep into my shoulders. I watched her facial expression as her orgasm overwhelmed her. When her passion had released its grip, she opened her eyes and saw me looking deep into her soul. She smiled, sat up a little and said, “Supper will be cold, but I think we may need a few more minutes here in each other’s arms.” I felt Kathy move her hips forward and slide her knees down towards my feet just a few inches, but the change in position produced an intense reaction in her body. Her body tensed again and this time her orgasms came in tiny waves. I felt each contraction as she leaned forward and began talking to me. Her words were meaningless. Her body was in control, and her mind was just responding to the wonderful chemicals bestowed on it. Suddenly, she sat up straight, her hands formed into fists and she gently pounded on my chest. I watched her nipples harden. I reached up and gently messaged her breasts, careful not to rub directly on her nipples; just circling them with my fingertips. Kathy opened her eyes, looked down on me and said, “Would you like on top for a few moments my love?” As we repositioned ourselves, I realized that I needed this time together with Kathy more than I had ever realized. Within moments, the new position produced the desired effects.
When my brain was able to regain control of my senses, I opened my eyes and saw her smiling up at me. She giggled and said, “This woman that so stirred your male hormones might actually be my friend, instead of a rival as I had first feared. You seem to have pleasured me more tonight than I can ever tell you with words alone. Nevertheless, hear these words my friend. I love you with all my heart. However, I will tell you this. I will kick this woman’s cute little ass if she ever intrudes into our life. I will allow her to give you a paycheck and an erection in your blue jeans, nothing more. Do you understand me, my love?”
I smiled at her words and said, “I understand your words, and I hope you can understand that I will never cheat on you. There is more love here in your arms than I can ever use up. I love you Kathy. I realize this may be pour timing to speak these words, while I have you pinned to the bed with your knees in the air, but I need to ask you a question. Would you marry me and place a gold ring on my finger to tell the women of the world that I am yours?” I heard the giggles come from her throat, and the word she spoke was pretty close to the word, “Yes,” although a little squeaky, as another wave of orgasms overwhelmed her body.