[FM] Meeting a Stranger from a Phone Sex Line

I’ve mentioned in other subs that I’ve been [addicted to phone sex lines](https://www.reddit.com/r/sexstories/comments/g52j4r/mystery_man_in_the_window_relinquished_controlat/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf) since I was a teenager. There is something incredibly arousing about letting go of all inhibitions and allowing yourself to release with a perfect stranger. However, I make it a point to not meet anyone in person. I just prefer to keep it to the phone. In many cases this is a one time encounter. You may never find that profile in the line again.

However I broke my own rule a while back. It was late on a Thursday evening when I felt that familiar urge to call in. I wasn’t entirely sure what I was looking for, but I’d know what it was when I found it.

There I was, mindlessly sifting through the greetings when I received a message from this *deep* sexy voice. He quite literally made me gasp with how incredible he sounded. I knew immediately I had to respond.

We exchanged messages until the wee hours the morning. Mostly benign banter with sexual innuendo laden throughout. He was funny, quick witted, and local. Dangerous combination. I couldn’t help but tease my clit throughout the entire conversation, though despite being worked up – we didn’t take it *there.*

He obviously felt the same insane connection I did. “I know I shouldn’t, but I want to give you my number.” I had such a grin on my face and immediately agreed. What the *hell* was I thinking????

We took our chat off the line, where all sense of innocence was lost…it was time to play. I cannot remember exactly what we discussed but his voice alone was enough to send me over the edge. We barely exchanged words but rather mutual desire and unbridled lust. I could hear his breathing quicken as he touched himself. Teasing his cock at first the way I had my clit. *”Oh god yes”* he whispered with a low growl rumbling throughout his voice. I could almost feel it as if he were there, directly into my ear.

I slipped off my panties and really focused my attention on my already swollen clit…increasing the pressure as the desperation in his grunts grew. *”Touch yourself for me. I want to hear you. Please”* he begged. It made my hungry cunt twitch.
Pushing against my clit, I rubbed faster. Breathing harder a with each pass. Beads of sweat tricking down my neck and down my chest. He continued to pump his cock for me…that familiar slapping sound of his hand crashing down on his shaft echoed in thr background. His moans were phenomenal. Through them he announced how close he was. That sent me completely over the edge. Before I knew it I was screaming his name as my wetness stained my bed sheets. My cunt convulsed in ecstasy. With that he let go, loudly fucking his fist into delicious release.

Both of us laughed as we cleaned up our respective messes. Normally this would be the point in the convo where one of us would say “goodnight” (or morning, in this case) but we kept talking. It turns out we had a variety of distant, but mutual connections. Despite living in a big city, it *truly* was a small word. There was something mildly erotic about knowing our paths have likely crossed several times in the past, yet we found ourselves here on the line.

The next day he sent a photo of him leaning against a doorframe. The accompanying text read *“I figured you should know what I look like, just in case we have met before.”* He was nothing like I expected but surprisingly drawn in. I nervously replied in kind. We both agreed we that we looked familiar but were never able to determine from where exactly.* As we ended the conversation he said, *”You’re cute as hell. Those eyes are trouble”* That left a sinful smile on my face.

Over the course of the next week, we teased each other over text, sneaking in phone calls whenever we had alone time.
It was late one evening when we “joked” about meeting up one day for a coffee. Something came over me and I blurted our *“Why don’t we meet right now?”*
Silence greeting me on the other end of the line and I was worried I pushed too far. But to my delight, he agreed. We began to discuss the logistics and realized we lived *very* close to one another. The coincidences and connections kept mounting…was it a sign?

We settled at a meeting point half way between us for an evening stroll. I had no intention of making the encounter sexual but I was still was so nervous the entire way there. I ended up taking the long way, so I could walk off my anxiety a bit when he called. “I can see you, you know.” The deep rumble in his voice turned me into putty. I took a deep breath and looked up, there he was…standing on the steps of the church where we agreed to meet.

My heart was racing. He looked just as good as his pictures, and was a LOT taller than I imagined. Fuck. I wanted to climb him like a tree. He quickly pulled me in for a hug “Nice to finally meet you!” He said with a warm inviting smile on his face. We sat on the steps and engaged in friendly, playful, flirty conversation. I struggled to maintain eye contact because of my nerves. I felt like a school girl. Something in that moment overcame me and inspired me to ask a nice.

I leaned in and kissed him on the corner of his mouth. I had barely pulled away when he reached for my face and pulled me *right* back in. Oh my god. We made out on the steps passionately. His tongue felt incredible dancing across mine. We stood up, staring at each other while His hands firmly wrapped around my waist. I felt a bulge in his pants forming and press against my stomach. I ran my finger tips across his jaw line and shuddered in pleasure. I loved how he felt against me.

I lead him around the back of the church so we could continue feel each other, with some privacy. It was an intense but painful agony, teasing each other into a frenzy and had no intention of stopping. We made our way to a bench and sat down facing each other. Whispering our naughty thoughts. Brushing our lips against each other’s skin. The desire was palpable. I grabbed his hands and placed them over my breasts where he gave them a gentle squeeze. I decided to let mine dig into his thighs. *”We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. This wasn’t my goal”* he said through hushed tones.

I smiled and moved my hands closer to his crotch. *”Does it look like I don’t want to…unless YOU want me to?”* I have never seen someone nod “no” so quickly in my life. *”God no. Don’t stop”*

I motioned for him to stand up and he eagerly obliged. His cock was rock hard against his jeans and aching to burst free. I quickly unbuckled his belt, hungry to taste him. Looking up at him over my glasses I admired the view. He looked so turned on and completely shocked by what was about to happen. His head on a swivel as he made sure no one would interrupt.

I bit my lip and pulled his cock out. Perfect mushroom head dripping with precum. Gently he placed his hand on the back of my head, but I certainly didn’t need any guidance. I knew what I wanted. Without breaking eye contact I wrapped my lips around his shaft, lowering my mouth over him, slowly…my intention was to torture him. A soft moan escaped his lips with each inch that disappeared. He tasted fucking incredible. Soon I had the entire length of his cock inside my mouth. My tongue rolled over his shaft as I bobbed my head up and down. One hand on his ass pulling him in deeper and the other gripping the base of his cock. My hand and filthy mouth worked in unison because I was desperate to please him. To make him cum.

*”You’re fucking incredible”* he blurted out. That confession Only encouraged me to work his meat harder. I was so fucking turned on by my willingness to devour this strangers cock that wetness flooded my panties. I felt like such a dirty slut and ate up every second of it. He certainly didn’t seem to mind either as I felt his knees buckle in front of me. He was so close.

*”Cum in my mouth! I need it! Give it to me!”* I begged! Witb that he let go completely. Moaning as I gagged on the ropes of cum spurting in my mouth. Milking his cock with my lips, I swallowed every last drop like a good little cum hungry bitch. I stood up and watched him shake as he came down from his euphoric state.

I enjoyed his post orgasm glow, and secretly I was proud of my work. He gathered himself and pulled me in hard, both of his hands holding my face as he growled in my ear *”That was amazing.”* he said before kissing me deeply. Tasting the cum off my lips and tongue. *”But now it’s my turn”*

His hand reached between my legs but I batted him away. *”Not tonight.”* Needless to say he was stunned. I gave him a long embrace and promised to text him when I both got home to ensure I was safe. He stood mouth agape, wondering what the hell just happened. As I walked away I said *”You’ll get your turn.”*

This wouldn’t be the last time we met.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/g8m1az/fm_meeting_a_stranger_from_a_phone_sex_line