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After the bright, brisk Hello with which she answered the phone, Fenella’s next words, Oh Jo, how lovely, came at a lower, more intimate pitch, with a throaty, feline vibrancy that sent pleasurable shivers over my skin. “Are you back home now?” “Yes, I’ve been home for a while.” I took a breath to steady myself, then went on: “I’ve been reading. About you. And about Pilar…” “Oh…?” Her voice softened still more to a silkily caressing purr. “And…?” “I got to the bit where you and she first danced together.” “Only that far?” “Fen, I had to stop there. It was… oh god, it was so…” “…arousing…?” “Yes. Imagining you and her… holding each other close. Your breasts pressing against her, hers against you… That got me excited…” “Just from reading that?” “Yes, just from that. It reminded me of what it felt like having you in my arms…back then…” “Ah, yes… I know… I’ve been remembering that too…” “Yes, darling. You wrote about it.” “…remembering you kissing me, your hands caressing me, your fingertips trailing up my thighs…” “Oh god yes. Remembering the feel of you… I just had to stop reading. I got wet thinking about it” I switched my phone into speaker mode, freeing both my hands, then I leaned forward, extending my arms between my thighs until my fingertips reached the hollows behind my knees – I’m very sensitive there – then leaned back, drawing my fingertips up my inner thighs and pulling up the hem of my négligée. My forefingers came to rest full length against my outer labia, and I began to squeeze gently and rhythmically from either side, teasing my clit with the indirect pressure elvankent escort and release. “I know what you mean,” Fen murmured. . “The memory does that to me too. Ahhh…” I heard a brief, faint but unmistakable moan. “Are you feeling wet now?” “What do you think? Imagining you…getting wet imagining me… Ohhh…Oh yes…” I could hear her breathing heavily in the pause before she went on: “So, when you had to stop reading because you felt so wet – mmm, I’m loving hearing you talk about this – did you have to do something about that excitement?” There was no mistaking the erotic breathiness in her voice now. The purr had become a soft, sensual, growl. “Yes, I did.” “What did you do, darling?” “Surely you can guess.” “Ohhh, yesssss…” Her voice was little more than a whisper now, but so full of seductive vibrancy it felt as if she had reached out to touch a deeply intimate part of myself. “Sure I can guess. But I want you to tell me what you did…what you felt… Go on darling, tell me!” I started telling her, in full graphic detail. From the sound of her breathing and her increasingly frequent sighs and moans I could tell that my blow-by-blow, stroke-by-stroke account was turning her on big time. When I got to telling her how I had fucked myself anally she gave a loud, growling Mmmm… “You sound as if you’re really wet now,” I said. At that point she must have moved her phone close to her wetness, because the next thing I heard was the unmistakable sound of her fingers playing in it. I could also still hear her voice moaning in the background. emek escort bayan “Fen… oh shit that is so fucking hot!” I could feel my own juice welling up inside me already. I spread my legs wider and slid two fingers in and out of myself – in and out, in and out…positioning my phone so that she would be able to hear. “Ohhh! Ahhh! Oh Jo, don’t stop doing that, don’t for chrissake stop! I wanna hear you cum!” Her accent was becoming more strongly kiwi as she became more aroused. “I wanna hear you too, hun!” “Yeah, let’s go for it! Oh fuck, this is fantastic…” I’d had plenty of phone sex in my time, but nothing to match this in sheer intensity. Our cries became louder and more incoherent, cutting across each other in escalating counterpoint, each of us egging the other on, each pushing the other to new heights of pleasure. “Oh baby…aaahhh…fuck! Ohfuckohfuckohfuck…!” “Shit, I’m close already…” “Me too…” “Oh god, oh fuck, oh, oh, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, I’m cumming, I’m…aaaahhhhhhh!!!” Fen’s long-drawn-out wailing scream finally pushed me over the edge in her tumultuous wake. For long moments neither of us spoke. I could hear her breathing heavily, with occasional groans and gasps which I guessed were caused by the same kind of post-orgasm contractions that were rippling through me. Presently I heard her give a deep, contented sigh and murmur: “Do you like being fucked in the arse, Jo?” “I love it.” “Me too. But I love giving it as well. I’ve got a great strapon. When you and I get together, I promise I’ll give you the anal fucking Escort eryaman of your life. It’ll be the absolute arse-fuck from heaven.” “Oh god, Fen, you’re getting me going again just thinking about that.” “Go with it, baby, I’m with you…” “Yeah, cum with me again…” And so we were off on another orgasmic spiral that left us breathless, unable to speak coherently for minutes on end. “You know what, darling?” Fen murmured at last. “Tell me.” “Next time, we should do this on Skype.” “Oh god yes,” I said eagerly. “But not right now. I’m absolutely exhausted. “ “Worn you out already, have I?” Fen chuckled earthily. “On top of that dear friend of yours? Hey, tell me about her.” And so I began to tell Fen about my beloved aunt Gemma and the part she had played in my life. When I described how she had seduced me when I was seventeen, she chuckled softly. “No wonder you knew how to turn me on back then!” Then she added, her voice suddenly full of sadness: “You were so lucky.” “I know that now,” I said. “I didn’t realize how lucky I was until I read about you and your parents. Do you hate them?” “There was a time when I kind of did. But no, not now. They didn’t mean to be cruel.” Then her voice brightened again. “Anyway, go on telling me about your lovely auntie.” She hooted with laughter when I told her about the horse-riding, the saddles and our Steeplechase game, and how we had ended up rolling about post-orgasmically in the grass the previous day. “Omigod, Jo, that is so fucking hilarious and so fucking sexy! I wish I could have seen you! Better still, joined you… Tell you what, though, I know someone Gemma might get on well with. Maybe even sexually too – who knows?” “Really?” “Yes. Her name’s Rosemary. Rosemary Williams.” “Your partner Claire was a Williams, wasn’t she?” I ventured tentatively, not sure if I would be entering painfully sensitive territory. “That’s right.

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