It was a typical friday night, none of us expected where the phone call would lead.
We spoke about seemingly random subjects, I couldn’t remember when we started sharing our opinions about sexuality and our preferences.. but it was a fun topic.
I could tell she started to dwell in her imagination, as the tone of her voice changed.
I could physically feel a combination of coldness and warmth as she started breathing increasingly heavy over the microphone..
It only took me shutting down my eyes to recreate a scene where we were together, under a dimming light half naked.
I started describing what I saw in meticulous details, it was arousing… Or, “Sexy as fuck” as she put it.
One of the pictures she sent me stuck to my mind. Her cleavage showing in a light white sleeping apparel, sewed with beautifully shaped motifs of transparent flower petals.
Next thing I imagined resting my head on her soft breasts as she gives me a hand job. With her beautifully painted nails..