The Caller - Chapter 02 - Sex Stories

The Caller - Chapter 02

The next time, it turned out, was soon. I was at home, in my office, just having gotten out of my work dress and put on more convenient clothes. While I dressed, I started to wonder about her instructions. Should I already not wear underwear? What if I was going out? Or at home, wearing pants? Surely, I could wear panties in my pants? Absently, I ran my hands across my breasts, eying them in the mirror. And what about a bra? I squeezed one of them, letting go only to watch it fall. They were really nice for my age, I concluded. Still firm, nice and round, not too saggy. What if I could never wear a bra again? Would I get old woman's tits? I sighed. Alright, I thought, no bra for now. I put on a nice, wide sweater that was bulky enough not to show whether I was wearing something underneath or not. And pants then. I really like track pants, but wearing them without panties felt so wrong. I spent maybe fifteen minutes, naked from the waist down, holding my track pants in one hand, my panties in another, trying to decide. Then, the phone rang. Unknown caller, again. Trembling, I pushed the button and held it to my ear. "Yes?" I answered, my voice shaking. "Where are you?" the now familiar voice of the mysterious woman asked. "At home," I answered, whispering without really knowing why. "Good," she said. "Do you have your toys ready?" I looked around, panicked. "Yes," I said, pausing. I didn't really have any toys, but I didn't want to disappoint her right away. "What are they?" ...

... she asked. I held my breath, hurriedly going through my apartment on tip toes, looking for anything that would qualify as a toy. "Ah," I said, my eyes wandering across my dinner table, sofa, mantlepiece, and kitchen counter. "B-bananas," I said quickly, staring at the fruit bowl on the counter. "Mmmh, kinky," she purred, "so that's what you prefer?" I breathed in hard, nodding, even though she couldn't see me. "Ah, yes," I replied, uneasy. I hoped she thought I was too shy talking about my preferences when I was really just clueless and inexperienced, which made me feel much worse, especially at my age. How could this woman make me feel like this? "Good then," she continued. "I hope you're following my other advice and don't wear any underwear?" This time I answered more confidently. "Yes," I said. "Take a picture," she said sternly, "and send it to my email." "B-but... I..." I stuttered, suddenly feeling very uneasy. "Do you want us to continue or not?" she asked sharply. "Because if you do, then do as you're told." I paused. "What about those other pictures?" I asked, not knowing what to say, trying to stall her. "Those were for yourself," she replied. "But these are for me." I sighed. "Yes, Ma'am," I said finally, resigned. "Good," she replied. "The email is missy@grrlz.net" I held the phone out in front of me, turning on the selfie camera and clicked. I made sure only my chest, covered by the sweater, and my naked legs were visible. Then I sent it off. "Mmmh," she said a ...