Chris Simon - A real hot number

I broke my lips away from hers, and slid my face down into the valley of her neck. Her head tilted slightly to accommodate my face. She stretched her neck, allowing it to grow long and white. Her hair fell slowly away from her neck, revealing her ear.

My lips touched her neck. My lips were open and I sucked her flesh up into my mouth. I touched her with the tip of my tongue, trailing it up and down the flesh that was already in my mouth. I slid my face up and down the length of her neck, wetting it with my tongue and lips, kissing Patti and biting her with my teeth. I touched the edge of her ear with a wet flick of my tongue and she moaned again.

"I love you," I whispered into her ear. I punctuated the words by stabbing my tongue into her ear, and I felt her body shudder under me.

"I love you Patti," I repeated, kissing, licking and talking, saying the words thickly and softly, the way she wanted to hear them.

The words were magic. Patti turned her face back towards me and began to kiss me again. This time her lips were open and wet, and she crushed her mouth against mine with a passion that had not been present before. Her tongue lashed against mine with sexual intentions, and I could feel the edge of her teeth under the fleshy cushion of her lips.

I moved my hand down from her breast, sliding it slowly across her stomach, pressing down with the tips of my fingers. I moved slowly and she enjoyed the delay of pleasure, and the anticipation of what was going to happen to her when my hand stopped moving. She hunched her hips upward, trying to slide my hand further down her body. She tried to bring her body to me rather than wait for my body to come to her.

My fingers curved over the edge of her cunt, and she pressed the soft mound up against my fingers. Her thighs were open slightly, and I felt the pleasurable firmness of her cunt under my fingers, I rubbed the palm of my hand against the underedge of her cunt, against where her clitoris was.

She responded by hunching her cunt up against my hand and grinding it. I pressed down hard with the flat of my hand, and ran it up and down between her legs. She pressed her heels into the mattress and stiffened her thighs, parting them even more. I began to grind the flat of my palm into the center of her cunt, rotating it against her clit with the broad part of my hand.

Patti moved this time. She reached across her body and touched my cock. She tightened her fingers around it and began to rub hard. Then she pressed her fingers down and stroked it with the flat of her palm.

She was wearing a black and white zebra-striped dress that buttoned down the front. I suspect that she purposely wore this dress, anticipating what would happen. My fingers fumbled with the large white buttons, and I tried to undo them as casually as possible without breaking the mood. I undid the buttons and the material fell away. Her thin, well-formed thighs appeared.

I slipped my hand down between her thighs, rubbing them with my fingers while I trailed my hand up and down their length. I rested my hand on her left thigh, and tickled the right with my moving hand. Slowly I slid myself up until I was near the curve of her cunt. I squeezed the muscle of her thigh with my fingers, and barely brushed the side of my hand against her cunt.

"Oooohhh!" Patti moaned.

I pressed the side of my hand against her cunt. Her panties were wet, and I could feel the crunch of hair moving under the sheer material. Wetness greeted my hand as I slid it through the furrow of her cunt.

With my pinky, I hooked the leg-band of her panties as I slid my hand up and down. I felt the flesh of her cunt and the crispness of her cunt hair. They curled around my finger like brittle vines. I could feel the wetness of her cunt with my finger as I moved it closer to the flap of her lips. My finger passed over her swollen clitoris, and Patti moaned once more.

I had just inserted my pinky into the wetness between the lips. I could feel the rubbery slickness and heat of her body against my finger. I started to inch myself up, inside her flowing channel when my progress was suddenly halted.

The telephone rang.

"Don't answer it," Patti said. "Let it ring."

I tried to ignore it, but it continued to ring. I had taken the jack of the bedroom extension out when we had come into the bedroom, but I had forgotten the other telephone.

The telephone continued to ring, and I tried to shut it from my mind. I plunged my pinky up into Patti's cunt. I felt the wetness of her body against me. Her cunt was very hot and I knew she was excited. Nevertheless, I felt her body stiffen as I entered her. I knew it was the telephone. It had shattered the mood.

"You'd better answer it," Patti said. She pulled her knees up and my finger popped out of her cunt. "It's probably Fred," she added.

I laughed. Fred was a friend of ours from before we were married. Whenever Patti and I had gotten a chance to make love, invariably when we were right in the middle of it, the telephone would ring, and it would always be Fred. He had an uncanny knack for calling at the wrong moment. That had been a very long time ago, and we hadn't seen Fred for years.

"Hello!" I said…

"Hello yourself!" the telephone answered.

I recognized the voice. It was Iris.

I looked across at Patti. She had followed me into the hall to the telephone. A momentary panic set in.

"Who is it?" Patti asked. She was lighting a cigarette, only half paying attention.

I covered over the receiver. "Just someone," I said. "A friend."

Patti looked at me oddly. "A friend?"

Even through the muffled thickness of my hand, I could hear Iris' voice. I couldn't hear the words, but she seemed to be shouting.

"Just a moment," I said to Patti.

I turned back to the telephone. "I can't talk now," I said. "I have company… my wife is with me…"

"So what!" Iris said. "Put her on. Let her hear this."

"I don't think…"

"Would you like me to wait in the bedroom?" Patti asked. She seemed hurt rather than mad.

"No," I said. "I'll just hang up."

Patti turned her eyes away.

"Look," I said to Iris. "I really can't talk now. I'll get in touch with you…"

"I have a dog!" Iris said. "And guess what he's going to do to me…"

"I really can't talk now…"

"Okay!" Iris said cheerfully. "Suit yourself. I'll just call someone else… I thought you'd be interested… you know… the dog and all."

"I appreciate your concern," I heard myself say. I was looking at Patti. "Some other time…"

"Sure," Iris said. I heard a dog bark. "You have my number. Keep in touch."

I hung up the telephone.

Patti turned and slowly walked into the bedroom, leaving a blue trail of cigarette smoke behind her.

I lifted the receiver again and listened. I got a dial tone.

"Good," I said to myself, my eyes following Patti as she walked. I lay the receiver on the table next to the phone, off the hook. I could hear the buzz of the dial tone all the way back into the bedroom.

Patti was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking down and smoking her cigarette. Her hair was mussed, and her dress was twisted sideways. The mood was totally shattered.

"I'm sorry," I said to her. I wanted to move closer but I was unsure of how she would react to it.

"Was that about your ad?" she asked.

I considered lying to her.

"Yes," I confessed.

"A woman?"

I nodded.

"Is she pretty?"

"I don't know," I said. "I've never seen her."

Patti looked at me.

"It's true," I said. "I've never seen her."

"She seemed to know you," Patti said. Oddly, she didn't sound hurt; only curious.

"I've talked with her a few times," I said. "Iris is a very strange woman…"

"In what way?" Patti asked. She seemed to be warming to the conversation.