The Caller 01 - Sex Stories

The Caller 01

Alright, so... hi there, I'm Jocelyn. I'm from Colorado and in my mid-40s, divorced and my kids are both in college, so I'm pretty much by myself. On the other hand, I run a quite successful real estate business which keeps me busy enough. What little free time I have I like to spend with my friends from church. So, in other words, I might have a rather normal american life. As far as sex goes... well, there isn't really that much to talk about. I don't go out much and don't necessarily need a man in my life. I guess when I have to sum it up, then I'd say that sex isn't all that important to me. At least, that's what I had said if you'd have asked me a couple of weeks ago. In my line of work my phone is ringing constantly. It's my most important business tool, and so I don't spend much thought about when or where to answer it - it's a natural reflex. So when one day, I was out early to prepare a house for a potentially interested couple, I got a call from an undisclosed number, I wasn't very surprised by it; it happens all the time. "Hi," said a female voice on the other end of the line. "So, where were we?" "Hi," I replied, pausing for a moment to think who it might be that called. Did I forget an appointment? Was there a conversation that got interrupted? Before I could say anything else, the voice continued: "Ah right. You were going to tell me how wet you are." I was speechless. My first impulse should've been to hang up, but at that moment I was so confused and taken ...

... aback, that I couldn't get a clear thought formed in my head. Was this woman flirting with me? Having phone sex with me? Or did I misunderstand something? "Put a finger in your pussy and hold your phone against it so I can hear how wet it sounds," said the caller determined. That was more than clear, and everything within me told me to just hang up. But... god, now that she mentioned my pussy, I had to admit, I was getting wet. The thought of this stranger telling me what to do, wanting me, finding me desirable without even knowing me, turned me on more than I cared to admit. Quietly, I went to a remote room of the empty house I was in and pulled up my skirt enough to let me reach inside my panties. My fingers touched my pussy only slightly, but that was enough to confirm that I was indeed getting wet. I gasped almost inaudibly into the phone. "Didn't you hear?" the voice said again. "I want to hear your wet little twat suck in your fingers." I didn't dare to answer. Somehow, I thought that as long as I don't say anything the whole thing wasn't real, as if I didn't admit it then. Like there was no way for anyone to tell wheter I actually did these things she told me to or not. Trembling, I pushed down my panties - nice, soft green panties that I had a matching bra for, and which always made me feel really good - pushed them down until I could feel the cool air against my labia. Holding the phone close to my crotch, I crooked index and middlefinger of my other hand and pushed ...