Listening to you

My breath catches as I hear your voice. The sexual tension in it is evident instantly. There is nothing more intimate that you can do for another person than this – other than openly masturbating while they watch.

So that is what you sound like when you are alone, aroused, touching yourself. My hand goes inside my bra without any thought;
it is instinctive. Your gentle moans, your words about me. Just so I know this is for me.

I can feel myself getting wet, a swelling in my groin as I open up, my clit growing and lightly pulsing. I am not alone in the house. It feels almost teenage for a forty something woman to sneak off
to the bathroom but it also feels like there is no other option.

I pause the recording, which feels like teasing both of us. The bathroom floor is cold, so I put towels down. I pull down my leggings and knickers and pull up my bra. I hold the phone to my ear, the volume low, and join in with you. This is what you sound like when you masturbate.

I feel like I am going to orgasm as soon as my fingers find
my clit. So much so that I have to stop. But your panting and your voice make touching compulsory. I squeeze my nipples and my hand returns to my clit. Ohhh…not yet, Lisa! I need you to get there too.

And then it happens. You are cumming; just for me and just for you. You know this will be listened to by this internet stranger; you know she will probably masturbate to it. I like to think this aural exhibitionism, this shared secret, is what pushes you over the edge. As you orgasm, I do too, silently rubbing on my bathroom
floor. It is intense, erotic, furtive and kind of filthy.

Thank you.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/11xa0b5/listening_to_you