conversation - 3
12:00 a.m.<>2002-02-25
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conversation, part 3
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'that was where the fantasy ended. with brian pinning me up against the car, with my face sort of smooshed up against the cold surface, and me soaking the leg of his pants with my wetness.'
'oh. um. god. '
'you like that fantasy?'
'hm. 'like' is the understatement of the year.'
'why, whatever do you mean?'
'let's just say that there's some definite...tenting going on over here.'
'oh, really? and what's under the tent, pray tell?'
'i'm...not really sure. would you like me to find out for you?'
'yes indeed.'
'hmm! ahh.'
'like what you found under that tent, did you?'
'uhh. yes. i just wish you were here to share this tent with me.'
'mmm, me too, sweetness...'
'so while i'm, ah, checking out what's happening under the tent here, i want to hear if there's any more to the story.'
'well, there is, sort of. like i said, the fantasy was very brief - just enough to get me hot and bothered for the drive home.'
'did you, er, do anything about that while you were driving?'
'hee. i know how you like it when i do that. but no, i didn't. i was too busy concentrating on the road. you know how the beltway can be at rush hour. although i did have another quick fantasy about what it might be like to...'do something' about the way i was feeling, as you put it. i had this image of playing with myself until i came, while trying to keep my eyes open and not cause an accident.'
'i'm glad you put your safety first, although that is certainly one hot image...was there any kind of follow up when you got home?'
'oh, yeah. by the time i got home, i was so hot i could barely stand it, and cursing the fact that you weren't around to do anything about it. i checked the answering machine and got your message that you had arrived, and i tried to call you, but you weren't in the room.'
'yeah, i went out to dinner with some of the people from the office last night.'
'that's what i figured. but i was still frustrated, because i was burning up, and you weren't even around for me to talk to.'
'all of a sudden, i feel these huge waves of guilt crashing around me...'
'you should, mister. so i decided to take matters into my own hands.'
'uh. what - what did you do?'
'what do you think i did?'
'i'm hoping it was nothing good. so did you think about me when you were doing...whatever it was you were doing?'
'you want the truth?'
'always.'
'then...no. i didn't. i was upset that you weren't there, so i punished you by kicking you out of the bed. virtually speaking, that is.'
'gee, that's pretty harsh.'
'those are the breaks. hee hee.'
'there! you just giggled again.'
'yeah, i don't know what that's about.'
'have i ever told you that you have a beautiful laugh, giggle or not?'
'you're so sweet.'
'so what did you end up doing, and who did you end up thinking about?'
'hmm. well. first, i took off all my clothes and streched out on the bed...'
'yes...'
'...and i started touching my breasts, very lightly...'
'go on...'
'...and as i was doing so, i fantasized about calling brian and telling him that you weren't home, and that he should come over right away.'
'oh. and did he? virtually speaking, that is?'
'did he ever. in my fantasy, i opened the door for him without a stitch of clothing on. we looked into each other's eyes for a moment and then - we were on top of each other. there were no words. i tore at his clothes as he backed me up into the bedroom.'
'ahh...and then what happened?'
'everything. everything. he did everything to me. he took me every way possible. i was on top of him, i was under him, i was on my back and on my stomach and standing up. i took him in my mouth and he took me in his. i clawed his back. i imagined his smell, that delicious smell of his, mingling with mine, rubbing off on my..my body...oh!'
'oh, lover. and what were you doing in reality, while you were fantasizing about all this?'
'i was...touching myself...just like...i'm doing...now.'
'are you still sitting at the kitchen table right now?'
'yesss.'
'are you still wearing your sweats?'
'y-yes. but i've pushed down the bottoms and pushed up the top.'
'god, i'm so close right now.'
'uh. me too. hey - you want to know something else?'
'y-yeah.'
'when - when i finally came last night? you know how loud i get?'
'ah! yesss...?;
'i - uh - yelled out for brian. not for you. for - for - brian! Uh!'
'ah! oh!'
'uh. uh.'
'.....'
'.....'
'whew.'
'whew is right.'
'i love you.'
'i love you.'
'call me tomorrow night? same time?'
'count on it. sleep tight.'
'you too.'
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