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Phone Calls

By: ruralgoddess



I was unlocking the door to my apartment when the phone started to ring. I quickly set my armload of groceries down and picked up the phone. 

"I want you," was all he said, but that was enough. I'd received the same call yesterday. I had instantly hit the numbers for instant call back, but the only result was a recording that said the service was unavailable at that number. I tried the same thing this time, despite my guess that I would receive the same results. The phone didn't ring again that night. I thought maybe it was a prankster who would soon grow tired of the joke, but something inside me said it was more than that.

The phone was ringing again the next day as I entered my apartment. I picked it up, knowing it would be him. 

"I'm going to have you," the deep male voice stated before hanging up. I felt a shudder run up my spine. Why was this person calling me? Obviously he was watching me, he knew what time I got home. My answering machine hadn't had any messages or hang-ups before then. I tried to let the creepy feelings I was having go as I went about my evening.

The next day, Thursday, I was ready for the phone call but none came. I was glad the joker had tired of his game. Friday the phone was ringing as I walked in the door again. I picked it up, not expecting it to be him. 

"I'm still watching you," he stated before the line went dead. I dropped the headset back into it's cradle like it had burned me. Whoever it was, he was not giving up like I'd thought. I checked my door and all the windows. The place was locked up tight. Still, I slept uneasily that night.

I didn't go anywhere the next day. I didn't want him to see me and call me again. At the usual time, 5:30, the phone rang. A chill went up my spine as I picked the receiver up. I didn't speak this time, just waited to see what he would say.

"Bridget? Is that you?" I heard my mother ask. I exhaled the breath I'd been holding in a huge gust. I was so relieved. We talked for a bit, then I hung up the phone, no sooner had I replaced the handset than it rang again. 

"Hi Mom," I said as I put it back to my ear. "What'd you forget?"

"It's not Mom." that now familiar male voice said. "I'm going to have you soon." I slammed down the receiver before he could say anything else. Monday morning I called the phone company. 

"I'd like to get my number changed, please," I told the technician on the other end. "I've been getting threatening calls." 

"I'll put your name in the works, but don't expect it to happen for a couple weeks or so," she said. "I'll have someone call you." I hung up the phone frustrated. 

I got home that night to the phone ringing. I let my machine picked it up. I listened as it played the recorded message, then the line went dead. The next night there was an envelope taped to my front door. I tore it open as soon as I was inside. There was a note, and a photograph of my little sister in front of her high school. The note said "You will answer my calls."

Startled, I screamed when the phone rang, but I picked it up on the third ring. "Hello."

"Very good," the caller said, "I'm glad you take me seriously. Now you know I mean what I say. You will be mine soon." Then the line went dead. I called my sister just to make sure she was ok. I was too worked up to eat, so I just tried to lose myself in the t.v. offerings for the night. The Tuesday night movie just happened to be about a woman being stalked. "Great," I thought to myself as I clicked to another channel. "That's all I need." 

I woke up that night dreaming that the phone was ringing but I couldn't find it. I could hear my sister screaming at me to answer it, but as hard as I listened I couldn't tell where the ringing was coming from. I sat up in bed with a start, realizing it was just a horrible dream. 

I looked at the clock, it was only 5 a.m. I didn't have to be up for another hour, but I got up anyway. I was early for work, but that didn't bother me nearly as much as the thought of going home that evening. I took my time that evening, stopping for gas even though I didn't need it, and going out of my way to pick something up for dinner. I got home an hour later than usual.

There was another envelope on my door when I got home. I tore it open and read the note inside. "As I have noticed you don't have one, go here," the note said giving an address. "Buy item #4683. The cashier has already been paid." The name of the place was a dead giveaway, it was an adult store. 

The phone rang as soon as I stepped inside. I had scarcely picked it up when I heard him say, "You're late. I don't like waiting on you. Buy it after work tomorrow and then hurry home. I'd hate to have to visit with your sister."

The next day after work I went to the adult store and looked for the item he had told me to buy. There it was, what seemed like a huge vibrator. It was long and thick. I was embarassed as I took it up to the checkstand. Of course the phone was ringing as I walked in my door. I picked it up and waited for him to say something.

"I see you went shopping like I told you. Good." he said to me. "How do you like your new toy?"

"Not at all," I answered, my distaste obvious. "What do you think?"

"You'll learn to love it," he answered before hanging up. 

I was left to wonder what was next in his game as I put the vibrator in my dresser drawer and tried to go about my normal evening activities. I was scattered and unfocused the next day at work, which earned me the displeasure of my boss. I had a flat tire on the way home from work, so I was late again. To my relief, there was no call that night.

The next day I had to work a few extra hours. The phone didn't ring right away when I got home. When it did, I walked over to pick it up, hoping it wasn't him. It was worse than that. It was my sister.

"Bridget!!" she squealed into the phone. "You'll never guess what happened to me today! A guy came up to me at the mall and told me he was a recruiter for a modeling agency. He gave me his card and told me I was just what they're looking for! Can you believe it? He told me to call him in a couple weeks when he gets back from his trip, and he'll arrange for someone to take some pictures of me!"

I knew the man was my tormenter. Real modeling agencies didn't go out and recruit girls at the local mall. They had plenty of them sending portfolios to their agency. What did he have planned for my sister? Was this his way of warning me to comply to his demands? It worked. I would do anything he wanted to keep my sister out of harm's way.

"Listen, Kath," I told her. "Don't get your hopes up. There are some real smarmy guys out there."

"I know, Bridget," she argued, "but he sounded so sincere, and his card looks like it's for real. It says 'Swann Talent Agency'."

"What did he look like?" I asked her.

"It was hard to tell," she answered, "he was wearing sunglasses and a really cool hat. He had a mustache, though, and was a lot taller than me."

"Give me the number." I demanded. She read it off to me and asked, "You're not going to call them, are you?"

"Don't worry," I said, "I won't tell them who I am. I just want to check them out and make sure they're legitmate. Can't have anyone taking advantage of my baby sister, now, can I?"

She laughed, and said, "Thanks, Sis. Mom's calling me for dinner, I gotta go eat. I love you. Bye."

"I love you too, Kath. Bye." I hung up the phone and immediately dialed the number she had given me. A recording of a woman's voice answered. "You have reached Swann Talent Agency," the voice said. "There is no one in the office right now. Please leave a message and we will get back to you as soon as possible."

"Leave my sister alone!" I yelled into the phone and slammed it down.

My phone rang less than a minute later. I picked it up, knowing it was him. "Leave her alone," I pleaded. "I'll do whatever you want, just leave my sister alone."

"That's good to hear," he answered with a laugh. "I knew you would see things my way. Don't worry, I don't want your sister, I want you. As long as you do everything I tell you to, she'll never have to see me again."

"What do you want me to do?" I asked him.

"All in good time," he replied, and then the line went dead once again.

He didn't call me the next day, or the day after. I began to wonder if he'd changed his mind, but I knew he was just keeping me on the edge waiting to find out what he was going to make me do.

Tuesday afternoon the phone rang as soon as I got home. I picked it up, sure it was my tormentor. 

"I'm going to have my way with you very soon," he told me. "Are you ready?"

"Yes," I answered, my voice shaking. "I'll do whatever you want me to."

"Good," he replied. "I'll be calling you again soon."

The next day there was no call again. Thursday I picked up the ringing phone when I got home. All he said was "tomorrow" and then hung up.

I spent another Friday distracted at work, unable to accomplish anything. Fortunately my boss was taking an early weekend. I drove home, wondering how I'd managed to make it without really paying attention.

There was a note on my door. I pulled it off, then went inside to read it. "Take a bath." the note said. "Dry your hair and put on your red nightgown. Put the vibrator and the phone on the bed and wait for my call sitting on the end of it." 

Maybe he hadn't been in my apartment, I mused. I didn't have a red nightgown. I prepared to tell him that when he called, and went in to take a shower. I stepped into my bedroom and couldn't believe my eyes. Laid across the foot of my bed was a red silk nightgown. Dazed, I walked into the bathroom. The tub was full of steaming water and my favorite scented bubbles. Two big towels had been set out on the counter, with a red rose laid across them. 

After I recovered from my shock, I undressed and slipped into the bath. The scented steam would have been calming, if not for my apprehension of what was to come. I soaked as long as I could stand it, then got out and dried off. I went into my room and put on the red nightgown he had left on my bed. It was just the sort of thing I might have chosen for myself. I was feeling too nervous to sit down, so I wandered around my apartment and waited for him to call. I was in the kitchen when the phone rang. I didn't bother to say anything when I picked it up, I knew it was him.

"You aren't in your bedroom," he stated.

"No," I answered him. "I'm in my kitchen."

"I told you to wait in your bedroom," he growled at me. "Go there now and don't disobey me again or I will make sure you regret it."

"I'm sorry," I said, my voice shaking, "I'll do everything you ask, I promise."

"I'll know if you don't. I'll be watching everything you do, so don't try to fake it, or..." he trailed of threateningly. "Now go answer the phone in your bedroom."

I went into the bedroom and picked up the phone. He told me to prop myself up on my pillows and lie facing the end of the bed. I did as he asked, then he told me to turn the volume up on my phone and lay it on the pillow next to me.

"Remember, I can see you, so do not try to fool me." he reminded me. "Now I want you to run your hands down your body. Cross your arms and start at those lovely shoulders. That's right." he continued as I did as he asked. "Now slide your hands down your upper arms, and over your breasts. Slowly, now, pause and rub your palms across your nipples. Now move them lower. Yes... over your belly and lower. Push your hands together between your legs for me. Push the fabric up into your crotch and rub yourself. Yes, just like that."

I did everything just like he asked me to. The fabric was smooth as my hands glided down my body. I knew the feel of my own hands. As a single woman who lives alone I was no stranger to self-pleasure. My hands moved instinctively to make myself feel good. 

My nipples stood out as my hands passed over them, raising little points on the red material. I could feel them hardening even more as the silken fabric slid over them, my hands sliding further down my body. The feel was even more sensuous as my hands bunched it between my legs, slipping across then tender skin of my thighs. I pressed it into myself and rubbed the folds back and forth. As much as I wanted to deny it, I was becoming aroused.

"Now smooth it back over your thighs," he continued. I could hear his breathing quicken as I did so. "Yes, I can see your dampness." I looked down and saw that he was right. I hadn't been able to find his camera, but I was sure at that moment he had one in my room and was indeed watching everything I did.

"Pick up the vibrator. Put it up to your lips. Mmm... yes, just like my cock would look against them. Now slide it in and out of your mouth like you would suck me. Get it nice and wet."

I opened my lips and spread them around the thick jelly vibrator. I slid it in and out of my mouth. It was smooth to the touch, and flexible. I drew it in and out slowly several times, my eyes half closed. I heard his sharp intake of breath as I pushed it in as far as I could. I pulled it out and ran my tongue around the end of it before shoving it back in deep again in my best imitation of a blow job.

"Yes, you are doing very well," he praised me. "Now take your other hand and pull up the front of your gown. I want to see your pussy. I slid the red silk slowly up my thighs until just a hint of red covered my sex. I was following his instructions very well. Maybe too well. Was I really enjoying this?

I pulled the front of the gown up the rest of the way until the dark vee of hair above my slit, my smoothly shaven lips, and the glistening of moisture where they came together between my legs was revealed to him.

"Ahhh..." he exhaled. "You are beautiful, just like I knew you would be. I would love to taste you." I shivered at the thought of him coming to me. 

"No," I whispered, "please..."

He laughed. "Just do what I tell you and you won't have to see me either... yet."

"Spread your legs for me. Wider, let me see all of you. Ahh... such a pretty pussy. Now take the vibe and play it over yourself for me. Turn it on a little and rub it up and down over your clit. Just like that, perfect."

I could feel the vibrations warming me. I didn't want to be aroused, but I couldn't help myself. It felt so good, making my clit stand up and want more of the sensations. I could feel myself becoming wetter, spreading the moisture over my clit as I moved the vibe back and forth.

"Ahh... I can see that you are enjoying yourself. Now I want you to take it inside you. Push it into yourself slowly. Mmm... it looks so good disappearing into you like my cock would be, pushing into your warmth... that's right, take it all..." I could hear him groan as the vibe slid all the way into me as far as it would go. 

"Now I want you to really do yourself good," he told me. "Fast and hard, like I would be fucking you now. Let me see you put your hips into it, thrusting back into me as I fuck you. Yes, good... very good."

It was feeling very good. The thick vibe filled me so nicely, and the vibrations felt great. I had never indulged in one before. My own hands had been just fine for whatever release I needed between lovers. I could hear him breathing heavily as I plunged the vibe into myself over and over again. My breathing matched his as I could feel myself building towards the peak of orgasm.

"Now turn up the speed on the vibe and slow down," he told me. I could actually hear him working his cock wetly in his hand. "You're getting close, aren't you? You want to cum for me, don't you?" he spoke, his voice strained with excitement.

"Yes," I answered him. It was true, I wanted to cum, it felt so good, the vibrator turned all the way up, and it was exciting knowing he was watching me, his cock hard in his hand because of it. "I am close..."

"Let me hear you," he said, his voice urgent. "Play with your clit while you fuck yourself and let me hear you cum. Moan for me and tell me how good it is to be filled and cum around my cock."

My hand went obediantly to my clit and I began to moan as I let the sensations take over. "Mmm... yes... I am going to cum..." I was right at the edge, and I could tell by his groans that he was too. "Oh god!" I cried out as I went hurtling into that vortex of mind blowing orgasm, my body quivering and shaking as I clenched and released around the vibrator I was still moving slowly in and out of myself.

"Yes!" he groaned. "That's it, cum for me as I cum for you!" and then he was quiet except for a slight groan or two as he listened for my moans to subside. After our breathing settled, he spoke again.

"Since you were so good for me, I will tell you where I put the camera so you can remove it. But first, spread your legs and let me see your cum-soaked pussy one more time." I did, spreading my legs wide and pulling the now quiet vibe from me. 

He breathed a heavy sigh and then said, "Thank you. You don't need to worry about me calling you again. And you don't have to worry about your sister, either." He told me where the camera was and hung up the phone. I got up and removed the camera. 

When the technician called a few days later to change my phone number, I told him I'd changed my mind, the old number would do just fine.

Phone Calls



The following is a series of cell phone calls between a young girl, Maria O'Hara, and various other individuals. 

*

Maria is an attractive, petite, young lady, just over 5 feet tall. She appears much younger than her 22 years. Most people would take her for 15 or 16 years old. Her short blond hair and beautiful hazel eyes offer an unusual contrast to her creamy golden skin. She is wearing what, at first, appears to be a school uniform, a closed neck white blouse with a pleated, knee length, medium blue-plaid skirt. Sensible, low heeled shoes complete the picture of a teen aged school girl. 

She is trying to brush wisps of straw from her clothing as she pecks on her cell phone. The distant phone rings and then is answered. 

"Hi, Lizzie this is Maria. I've got a big problem and I need help."

"What's wrong Maria, what can I do to help?"

"I'm here with a real old guy and I think he's dead!"

"What guy? What happened?"

"Well, I picked him up in the mall. I was on my hands and knees and he was doing me from behind doggy style when suddenly he grabbed me by the hips, pushed hard into me and yelled 'OH GOD', slid off of me and flopped around on the ground for a while and then he got real still. At first I thought he was cuming but now I think he was going."

"Where are you now and where is he?"

"I'm in the woods behind the mall and he just laying there on his back. This is where we was doing it."

"Who is he and where did you meet him?"

"I met him in the mall and he said his name was Juan Sanchez. I think he's a gardener or something. He's real old; he must be at least 40. He still owes me $30."

"You didn't get your money up front?"

"Naw, he said he was at lunch and only had a half hour and was in a big hurry. He's just lying there, his eyes are open but he is not breathing and his pants and undershorts are around his knees."

"Well, you better call 911 right away."

"Okay, I guess I'll do that, goodbye."

Maria hangs up and punches in 911.

"911, this is the Calico County Sheriff's Department, what is your emergency?"

"I need some help."

"Are you okay Miss.? Are you hurt? Do you need medical attention?"

"Naw, I'm okay, there's just some goo running down my leg. It's this guy here on the ground that needs help. I think he's dead."

"Why do you think that?"

"His mouth and eyes are open but he's not breathing and his dick has gone all soft. I can't feel a pulse and there's no reaction at all when I squeeze his cock and he still owes me $30."

"Where are you?"

"In the woods behind the Calico County mall."

"I need a better description than that."

"Oh... Just across the parking lot by the food court in the mall is a big curved wall with a sign on it. I'm in the little grassy area behind the sign."

"Wow, aren't there are rattlesnakes in there?"

"Not anymore, we cleaned them out a long time ago. Now it is just a little grassy space with a few beer cans and some tissues that I used to wipe my pussy."

"Wipe your... Oh, I see... Hold on and let me see if I can locate it on the map." 

"I'm going to see if I can get my $30 out of his pocket."

"I wouldn't do that Miss."

"HEY! He's only got $23.25 on him! I think he was going to stiff me!"

"It sounds like he's already done that."

"Well, he's got a nice hunting knife in a sheath on his belt. I think I'll take that for the $7.75 he still owes me."

"$6.75."

"Whatever."

"Okay, I've got a deputy on the way. The ambulance and the EMT's will have to come from way over in Eden so it might take some time. Just stay on the line with..." CLICK 

Maria's phone rings, it is Lizzie.

"Hey Maria, I tried to call you back but your line was busy. Did you call 911?"

"Yeah, I called them and they said they were sending over a deputy. It will probably be Barney. I think he's the only one on duty early in the day like this."

"Barney, you mean Barry Burns?"

"Yeah, but everybody calls him Barney because he reminds us of Barney Fife on television. I'm walking back to the mall now because I don't want Barney to see me. He's so cheap he always wants a freebie. I already do him three or four times a week now. He will give me $10 for a hand job but he only wants to pay $15 or $20 for a blow job or a fuck."

"You really should stop doing that and find a decent job."

"Why, I make a lot more money at this than I did when I was working for Burrito Bell. Besides, I like doing it and I don't pay no taxes and I can sleep late if I want."

"Yeah, but they said that the next time they caught you they would send you to jail."

"I don't think that's going to happen. The last time they only fined me $40 and time served and then, that horny old man, Judge Willard gave me the $40 back later when I gave him a blow job in his chambers. That cheap bastard only gives me $25 now when we do it. That's another reason I give Barney a discount, so he won't arrest me. All that don't matter no more anyway because I have a good lawyer."

"Who is that?"

"His name is Tyrone Banks."

"Isn't he that big black ex-football player?"

"Yeah, I really like him. He's got a very big dick and the only way he wants to do it is with me sitting on top of him. He's so big he fills me right up and it feels wonderful. He can go on forever. We usually do it on the couch in his office and he gives me $50. Sometimes, we do it three or four times a week. Best of all, he don't charge me nothing to be my lawyer. I don't like that black bitch that is his assistant though; she called me a whore, white trash and a trailer park tramp. She knows good and well I moved out of that trailer park more than six months ago. I just wish my boobs were as big as hers."

"Who else did you do regularly?"

"Well, there's Mr. Wilson over at the hardware store. I do him after hours on Mondays and Thursdays in his little room behind the store. He's really funny; he wants me to call him daddy and makes me dress up like a little girl in some clothes he keeps there. He'll give me a lollypop and then take off his pants and jockeys and make me sit on his lap. He always gets a hard on and pokes me in the ass when I do that. Sometimes, he turns me over his knee, pulls my skirt up and my panties down and spanks me. Not very hard, just tiny little slaps. Sometimes he just rubs my ass with his hand. Once in a while, he cums when he does that. If he don't, I just straddle his lap the wrong way around and jack him off with my hand while I look into his eyes. It's messy but he gives me $60 every week."

"I know him; I never would have thought that wimpy old man would do something like that."

"Then there's John Higgins, the high school history teacher. He calls me on my cell phone when he sees he's going to have a free period. That's usually two or three times a week. I meet him at his car and we do it there. I don't think much of that because he always uses a condom even for a blow job. I think he thinks I'm going to give him some disease to take home to his wife. He don't wear it for me because he knows I'm on the pill. I make him give me $25 for a blow job or $30 to stick it in me. 

"On Saturdays and Sundays, I hang out at the mall with all of them high school girls. They don't do it for money but they get the men all het up and then I swoop in for the kill. Sometimes on a good Saturday I can make as much as $200. That's more than I made all week at Burrito Bell after taxes. I usually take the guys back behind that wall or we do it in their car."

"I see. Today is Saturday so that's why you were there. Was he your first today?"

"No, I had one of my regulars first thing. We had to hurry, he was on his way to the market before he and his wife had to go down to the senior citizens hall for something."

"So, get back to your other clients."

"On Sundays there's all them church goers. They come to The Coffee Pot at the mall while their wives are still in the bible study class. I've had them lined up three deep waiting for me.

"Then there's that uppity preacher from over by Cobb's corner. Two or three times a month he'll call me on my cell phone. He'll pick me up and take me to the parsonage where both him and his wife do me. Boy, I really like that! They take turns doing me and each other. She likes to eat my pussy while he fucks her from behind. Sometimes I'll give him a blow job while he eats her pussy or she'll give him a blow job while he eats my pussy. I really like it when she eats me. She's soft and really knows what she's doing. Sometimes it makes my eyes roll back in my head. Once, they picked me up on a Sunday afternoon and I didn't get home until after lunch on Monday. Boy was my pussy sore but I had a good time. He always gives me at least $100 and sometimes more.

"My best customer is that fat banker, Mr. Williams. I go to his apartment four or five times a week after hours when he calls me. He's got this big vibrating thing that looks just like a dick. He likes for me to give him a blow job while I stick it up his ass and fuck him with it and then he likes to eat my pussy before we finish. He gives me at least $50 every time and last Christmas he gave me a $200 bonus.

"When I lived in the trailer park there was this guy that used to come by once in a while early in the morning. He always woke me up before eight o'clock and brought me coffee and donuts. All he wanted to do was take pictures of me with no clothes on. He would get me to lay down on the bed, spread my legs and take close up pictures of my pussy. He wouldn't let me touch him but sometimes he would rub his dick on my tits. He would lay some newspapers down and jack off while he looked at my pussy. When he got finished, he would roll up his newspapers; give me 20 bucks and leave. That was before I started charging more. Anyway, it was neat and clean and I got a free breakfast. I read in the papers he got arrested for kiddie porn.

"Oops, I've got to go, I just saw Barney drive up out there by the wall. I want to watch and see what he does. Bye, talk to you later."

The moment she hangs up, Maria's phone rings again.

"This is the Calico County 911 dispatcher. Are you the young lady that reported the dead body behind the wall at the Calico County mall?"

"Yeah, that was me."

"Deputy Burns wants you to come back to the wall so he can interview you."

"I ain't going back unless he promises to keep his dick in his pants."

"I... Er... Hold on, I've got him on the radio. Give me a minute... He wants to know if this is Maria O'Hara."

"Yeah, tell him to call me if he needs to talk to me. He knows the number. I'm hanging up now." 

"Wait..." CLICK.

Maria's cell phone rings for the third time.

"Hi Barney, what do you want?"

"Barney? This isn't Barney; it's Fredrick Williams from over at the bank. I wondered if you could come over and visit with me this evening."

"Oh, hi Mr. Williams, what's happening?

"I was up in Dallas on business and got a new toy. I wondered if you could come over this evening and we could try it out together."

"You ain't thinking about sticking that new thing in me are you?"

"Oh heavens, no! I just wanted to play our regular game but using the new toy."

"Okay, I can be there any time after 6, whatever you say."

"I'll tell you what, I'll order some take out from Pisa Pizza Barn and we can eat while we play."

"That's funny."

"What's funny?"

"You want to eat both me and a Pizza? I ain't sure I want to suck your cock and then eat something greasy like a Pizza. Maybe we could eat first." 

"That's fine by me. Then I'll see you at 6 o'clock?"

"Okay 6 it is."

Maria hangs up and her phone rings almost immediately.

"Hello."

"Hi, Maria, this is Deputy Barry Burns. I need to take a statement from you about what happened."

"Hi Barney, well, he was fucking me and he keeled over. What else do you need to know?" 

"I need to take a formal statement and have you sign it."

"Okay, you come over here. I'm at The Coffee Pot in the mall."

"I need you on the scene."

"You just want me to come over there so you can get in my pants."

"Well, I wouldn't mind that but this is pure business."

"I don't know..."

"I'll tell you what, you come over here and be nice to me and I'll fix it so you are in the clear."

"You mean that if I come over there and give you a blow job or a fuck you will keep my name out of it?"

"Er... Yeah, I guess so."

"Okay, I'll be over in about 5 minutes."

She breaks the connection, heads towards the entrance of the mall when her phone rings again.

"Hello?"

"Hello Maria, this is Pastor Collins from over at Cobb's corner. My wife asked me to call you and see if you were free Sunday night."

"Sure, for you and her I'm always free. Well, not free but cheap."

"Can I pick you up outside the mall at 3 o'clock Sunday?"

"Okay, 3 o'clock tomorrow, south entrance by The Coffee Pot. I'll be there."

"Oh, one more thing, could you please pick up two liter bottles of Old Grand Dad bourbon?" I'll pay you for it. I just don't think it's right for a preacher to be seen going into a liquor store."

"Yeah, I got enough money. If I pick up a six-pack of Bud Lite for me will you pay for that too?"

"I guess so."

"Okay, see you tomorrow at 3."

She hangs up, consults her phone speed dial list and punches in a number.

"Hello, this is Deputy Sheriff Barney... Er... Barry Burns."

"Hi Barney, it's Maria. I see the ambulance finally got there. If I come over where you are now am I gonna have to fuck everybody?"

"No, everything is taken care of here; I pulled the guy's pants up and told them him he was eating lunch when he had a heart attack. One of the paramedics is the deputy coroner so he signed off on it. They're leaving now so you are in the clear here but the 911 dispatcher, Bruce Sidley remembers you from high school and you told him what happened. He wants in."

"I remember Bruce; he was a pretty neat guy so I don't mind. Tell him to come by The Coffee Pot anytime and I will take care of him."

"What about me?"

"The next time we do it will be a freebie. Is that okay?"

"I guess so."

"Okay, you get out of there. Here comes one of my regulars and I need some privacy in my cozy little space behind that wall. Oh, by the way Barney, would you mind picking up the beer cans and tissues before you go?"

30



Phone Calls at Work



Brad’s ringing phone annoyed him as he put down the latest school newspaper. “Hello building management, this is Brad” he mumbled into the receiver.

“Hi Brad, this is Anne. How are you?” Brad immediately recognized the sweet tone of her voice. They had begun talking about two weeks earlier when Brad kept her up to date and her bosses happy concerning an a/c problem in their office.

“Oh, I’m doing fine … nothing exciting happening here. How about you?” 

“Well Brad I’m glad its Friday and I can’t wait to get out of here.”

“Me too,” replied Brad “ … so what’s going on in your building today?” 

“Actually nothing, nobody has really complained since we got the a/c fixed. But, I was looking at your department’s web page today. So that is what you like? I was kinda curious.”

Brad’s heart raced and a slight sweat beaded up on him as he ran his hand over his bald head. He had always thought of himself as average looking at best and usually below average. It certainly didn’t help that most of his hair was gone by the time he turned 21. “Um, yeah that’s me in all my glory” he nervously laughed.

“You’re a good looking kid, not to mention that sweet voice of yours” Anne giggled. 

Brad half seriously shot back “I’m not a kid Anne! Thank you though for the compliment on my voice. You’re not the first person to tell me that.” At 41 Anne was twelve years Brad’s senior, so her use of kid was mostly unconscious but grated on Brad nonetheless.

“Oh calm down, you know I wasn’t serious. But seriously you are a good looking guy; and ohhh that voice! You know at my age women find a whole bunch of things attractive that women your age won’t even consider.”

“Thank you very much Anne. Actually I checked your department’s page and there isn’t anything on it.”

“I know, I wish I had a pic to show you. Oh shit I have to go my boss is here. Bye.” The other end of the line clicked as Anne hung up her phone. Brad was used to it since he knew what it was like to have bosses pop in and out unexpectedly.

The weekend came and went and the following work week was half over before Brad heard from Anne again. He resisted the urge to call her so he didn’t sound desperate but he missed talking to her.

Late Wednesday afternoon Brad’s phone rang. He noticed the caller id displayed Anne’s extension. “So did you do anything exciting this weekend Anne?”

“Mmmm … the most exciting thing this weekend would have to be my bath I took.”

Brad laughed replying “mine wasn’t much more exciting either. But I’d like to hear about that bath.”

Laughing loudly Anne slyly replied “You naughty boy. Well I bought some new body wash and shampoo that smells like apples. You wouldn’t believe how good that stuff is.”

“That’s nice but what about this bath?”

“Oh you really wanna know … ok then. I spent all day working around the house, cleaning stuff up and throwing things out so I decided to take it easy that night. After I got the water nice and sudsy I climbed in and relaxed. Using my big blue sponge I washed my legs and gently scrubbed my arms. That warm water felt so good on my skin.”

“Ooh I bet it did, and what else?” Brad prodded.

“I took the sponge and then gently rubbed my … damn I have to go. I’ll finish this story for you later.” The last thing he heard was Anne’s melodic giggle.

Brad’s hard cock strained against his khaki pants for release. Anne’s little story was by far the most explicit things she had ever said to him. He wanted to meet her so bad and to drink in her sensuality that exuded from her even over the phone.

Thursday was nearly gone before Anne called Brad again. Brad was a little disappointed she wouldn’t finish the story for him. But before she hung he timidly asked Anne if she would meet him at Jake’s Pub on Friday after work for a beer. He of course would buy. Anne agreed after a pause that felt like an eternity but she wasn’t sure how long she could stay. It felt like he was on Cloud 9 but soon is own insecurities crept up and Brad became a nervous wreck.

Work on Friday took forever. Brad spruced himself up a little before leaving work, even bringing his toothbrush and some cologne with him. He certainly didn’t know what to expect when he met Anne, all he knew was she had black framed glasses and shoulder length brown hair. She also said she worked out and was in good shape.

Brad walked into Jake’s Pub nervously looking around to see how many women matched Anne’s vague description of herself. After his eyes adjusted to the dim light he saw her sitting alone in a corner booth. She waved and motioned for him to come over. Brad took as much of her in as possible on his way over. He thought that time had certainly been kind to her. Even in the dimly lit bar and through the smoky haze her skin seemed to glow with pink hue and hardly a wrinkle was evident. He glanced down at her breasts and appreciated their shape under her beige sweater. Her glasses perfectly framed her face and showed off her soft brown eyes. Her chestnut brown hair showed streaks of gray but it was barely noticeable and looked more like highlights in her hair.

“You must be Brad” Anne said motioning for him to join her at the table. Brad joined her at the table as he extended his hand.

“It’s certainly nice to meet you Anne” replied Brad. He suddenly became more self-conscious as he thought what is a bald slightly overweight guy doing with this very attractive woman. All these thoughts and many more flooded his mind and somewhat dampened their conversation. After two glasses of wine Anne excused herself to the restroom. Brad noticed the rest of her curvy figure and he drinked in the way her hips swayed back and forth on her way to the restroom. Despite carrying a little extra weight in her hips she still had a fantastic ass. Noticing her one flaw he felt made him feel a little better but not much.

“Let’s get out of this dingy place. We’ll find someplace a little quieter to talk.” Anne was right the bar definitely had a dingy quality to it and it had become much more crowded and smoke filled since their arrival. Their table was taken even before they reached the front door. Once they got outside the cold breeze slapped them in their faces. 

“Let’s walk up the street here a little bit” suggested Brad.

“Sounds good. It’s much quieter out here; I like this a lot better.” Nervously Brad grabbed Anne’s hand. Much to his relief she didn’t pull it away but only gently squeezed it.

Halfway down the block Anne asked: “do you think we could swing by my office I forgot my cell phone?” Brad thought the request a little strange but nodded his head.

Once inside her darkened office Anne shoved Brad against the door and madly kissed him. Her tongue pushed hardly into his mouth as she sucked on his lower lip. Brad’s cock immediately hardened and pushed against his khakis. Anne gently pushed her pelvis into Brad’s erection and gently swiveled her hips to let him know she felt and liked his erection pushing into her.

Anne pulled away flush with excitement. Her hard nipples were visible through her beige top. “I knew you were to shy to make a move; but I want to fuck you so bad I couldn’t wait.” Brad pulled her roughly to him and passionately kissed her mouth and neck. Anne squeezed her arms tightly around his neck and cooed with pleasure as Brad’s tongue and lips found the sensitive areas on her neck right above her shoulder.

“Let’s go into the student lounge, they have a couch in there.” After fumbling with the key they stumbled into the lounge with their only light the glow of the fluorescent bulb in the hallway.

Anne pushed Brad onto the couch and straddled his crotch and slowly gyrated her pussy against his hard on through their clothes. Brad pushed his hands under her top as she pulled it off and threw it on the floor.

“Your breasts are fantastic” Brad mumbled. Her breasts were at least a B cup, they were soft and surprisingly firm without a hint of any sagging. Anne giggled and lowered her breasts to his face. With his right thumb and forefinger Brad gently twisted Anne’s left nipple. Brad’s tongue flicked quickly against her other nipple sending ripples of pleasure pulsing through her body.

Through soft, quick moans Anne panted “I haven’t been touched like this in ages; this feels so good.”

Anne’s tight pink nipples stood proudly erect on the ends of her breasts, covered in Brad’s saliva. She sat up astride Brad’s pelvis and roughly pushed up his shirt from his pants. “I’m going to suck your cock now. I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” She quickly undid his belt and yanked his pants around his knees as his hard cock sprung out of his underwear at full attention with plenty of precum on the tip. Anne grabbed his cock and started gently stroking it. She wrapped her large breasts around his cock and Brad reflexively began to fuck her breasts.

After a few brief strokes Anne moved down so her mouth was even with his cock. Her left hand gently stroked his balls as her tongue flicked across the head of his cock. Her full lips parted and enveloped his swollen cock fully. Her hand movements on his balls became quicker and stronger; her tongue wrapped around his cock. As Anne’s head bobbed up and down he could see his cock glisten with her saliva and he could fill his thighs dampen from the large amounts saliva running off his cock and down his balls onto Anne’s hand.

Brad could only take Anne’s expert tongue work for so long. With a grunt Brad thrust his pelvis towards Anne’s head and felt three strong jets of seed spewed from his cock. Anne didn’t miss a beat, she swallowed all of his spunk and continued to suck on his cock until he briefly went flaccid.

She knelt up and Brad could see beads of sweat on her forehead and a little bit of jizz on her chin. Brad wiped it up and let her suck it off his finger. She leaned forward and gave Brad a deep tongue kiss. Brad’s cock immediately stiffened again as his hands ran down her back to soft, round ass. He could feel heat emanating from her pussy as he squeezed her ass. She whispered in his ear “I wanna feel your cock in my pussy. Fuck me now.”

Brad eased her onto her back. He kissed is way down from her swollen nipples and over her soft tummy. Anne rhythmically moved her hips pushing into his chest, inviting him to taste and feel her wetness. Brad started to gently tug the waistband of her pants down when all of the sudden Anne put a hand on his head. She quickly sat up, her eyes wide with fear and her head cocked straining to hear something.

“What’s wrong?” Brad had no clue why she suddenly stopped.

“Shhh! I hear something.” Soon Brad heard the clanking of keys and the sound of a vacuum cleaner being dragged across the floor. A minute later the vacuum roared to life. “Shit we have to get out of here,” Anne yelled in a whisper.

Brad jumped up and shoved his shirt into his pants, his underwear twisted uncomfortably around him. Anne hurriedly pulled her shirt on, her hard nipples poking prominently through her shirt, she tossed her tan bra into her purse without a second thought.

“Fuck! How are we going to get out of here? We could both lose our jobs!” Anne panicked.

“Simple, we walk out and if the janitor asks; you tell him you work here and you forgot something. Your staff id says you belong here and your keys work. What do the janitors care. Don’t worry we won’t lose our jobs” Brad quickly replied.

She took a moment to calm herself. Together they walked down the hall to where their coats lay carelessly strewn on the floor.

“Evening” the janitor intoned barely looking up from his work.

“Good evening. I forgot my cell phone here;” Anne produced it from her purse “we were just leaving.”

“Good night and have fun kids” the janitor shrugged and wondered why a woman would have a tan bra hanging out of her purse.

Once out on the street Brad and Anne broke into loud laughter eliciting stares from passersby. She leaned into Brad and kissed him on the lips.

“I had such a wonderful time tonight. I really want to see you again, Brad.”

“I did too Anne and I want to see you too. But, I think we should go somewhere a little more private next time. Next time we might not hear the janitor.” They both broke into loud, giddy peals of laughter. They hugged each other and Anne walked to her car looking back several times and Brad made his way to the bus stop, catching glimpses of Anne looking back. Brad could hardly wipe the grin off of his face. He was positive he looked stupid standing there with a big smile. He couldn’t believe his luck to have such a beautiful, sexual lady obviously interested in him but, always self-conscious, Brad wandered how long this would last for him. He thought to himself it isn’t easy being young and bald.