The Phone Call

Won UEN Writing Challenge for the week of 2/3/08. Thanks, Storm Machine for your awesome skills and help! Couldn't have done it without you!

Mallory heard his exhaustion when she answered the phone. "How mad are you gonna be if I don’t come over tonight?”

“Depends. Where are you?”

"At my place, but exhausted."

Mallory realized he was getting ready for bed. “You sound really tense though. Why don’t you lay down?”

“That’s okay. I’ll fall asleep as soon as I lay down.”

“Danny, let me do something for you. Let me help you relax.”

Danny groaned. “I really hate my job.”

“Remember the lingerie you saw at the store?”

“Mmm-hmm."

“That navy one you liked? The one with the peek-a-boo holes? And the easy-access?”

“Suddenly I’m not tired. Can you hold that thought for thirty minutes?”

“Hold it, Tiger. You may think you’re wide awake, but I'd rather not chance you crashing your bike.”

“Sure?”

“Yes. Lie down. Put your phone on speaker. Ready?”

“Depends."

"Did you know the brain is the biggest sexual organ? I heard it turns guys on to get anonymous sex phone calls, but you know me..."

“That makes it even sweeter.”

Mallory hesitated. “You enter my bedroom and see me sprawled across the sheets. I say, ‘Welcome home, Tiger’.”

Danny groaned. “God, Mally.”

She grinned. “You stand for a moment, looking down at me. I want to feel your hands on my body. I reach for my breasts, caressing my nipples through the lace.”

“And then what?”

“You loosen and draw off your tie. Without saying anything, you continue to remove articles of clothing. As you begin unbuttoning your shirt, I slide across the bed. I slip my fingers into the belt loops of your pants and pull you to stand between my legs. I draw your hands down slowly and place them on my breasts.”

Danny's strangled groan made her pause. "Too much?”

“Just…gimme…a minute.”

She giggled softly, amazed. "Can i continue?"

"Okay, go on."

Mallory began to touch her body as she continued, gliding her hands up and down it as she described what she wanted Danny to do to her, “As you run your hands across my body, I untuck your shirt and begin unbuttoning from the bottom. I pull your undershirt out and lick my tongue across the line of skin I’ve bared. You shudder beneath my hands.” She moaned as she hit a sensitive spot on her body and took a second to compose herself. “I shuck your shirt, revealing your muscles, and trace them with my fingertips; delighting in the feel of them.”

Danny’s breathing was harsh over the line. “Mally, you’re killing me. I want to touch you so bad.”

“I wish you were here, too. I’d rather have you here touching me, than your voice over the phone.”

“Soon. Very soon, babe. Go on, please.”

“Where was I?”

“I was down to my guinea tee and pants and my hands were on your breasts.”

“I run my hands up underneath your tee as you bend down and kiss me hungrily. Your mouth moves across me; kissing my cheek and then angling down my neck. While you continue to lick and kiss my neck, I reach down and cup your cock through your pants. You moan against my skin and I shudder at my power over you.” She paused and breathed in deeply. “Are you touching yourself, Danny?”

He groaned in response. “Yes. Don’t stop.”

“I won’t.” Smiling to herself at the agony in his voice, she picked up her narrative. “I lean back on my hands, offering my breasts up to you. You look at me for a moment, as if you want to memorize my image at this exact second in time, then kiss the valley between my breasts. You nuzzle the spot, then move over, and kiss my breast; sucking my nipple into your mouth. I moan in response, saying something like, ‘That feels so good, Danny, your mouth is so hot and wet on me. I love the feel of you. You know just how to touch me; how to turn me on.’ I drop down onto the bed and you follow, blanketing me with your body as I spread my legs.”

Danny’s breathing had sped up. “I’m so close, babe, so close.”

“Slow down, Danny,” Mallory cautioned, not wanting this to end too soon. “We’re not there yet. Pull your hands away if you have to.”

“I don’t want to,” he all but whined. “I want to cum with your voice in my ear describing what we’re going to do together.”

“You can cum, but don’t you want to hear the rest of the story?”

“Keep going. I’ll try to hold off.”

Mallory could hear the strain in his voice and decided to skip some of her plans so he didn’t have to fight his natural reaction. “You’re pressing tightly against me and I want you inside so badly. While you continue to play with my breasts, beginning to move the teddy aside so you can touch skin, I reach down between us. You lift up so I have access to your pants. I quickly undo them and shove your pants and briefs down as far as I can. You stand up and quickly pull them the rest of the way off while I slide up to the top of the bed. You crawl towards me, all sinuous grace, and I spread my legs again; welcoming you home.” As she spoke, she slid her fingers inside herself, gasping at the feel.

“Oh, god,” Danny moaned. “Did you just do what I think you did?”

“Depends on what you think I did.”

“You just slid something inside yourself.”

“Just my fingers. I was going to use something, but since I was hoping for you tonight…”

“Oh, Gooood,” Danny groaned and for a few minutes all Mallory could hear was his harsh breathing. “God, Mally,” he finally whispered.

"I love you, Danny."

"Love ya, too, babe," he whispered. "Good night."

Mallory waited until he shut the phone off before closing her own and throwing the blankets over herself.


Word Count: 1000