It’s a strange story. I don’t know if anyone will like him… If anything, I’ll ask the moderator to delete it.
“Nadezhda Nikolaevna, I will call you at exactly ten thirty this evening. I hope by this time you will have finished your evening exercise and will be able to listen to me calmly. Do whatever you want, but please keep your phone handy. I assure you, I won’t say anything bad to you. I just really want to lick between your legs… virtually, unfortunately… Until…”
And everything. Without a signature. The sender’s number, of course, was not displayed.
“What a jerk! Nadia reread the message for the third time and confidently clicked on “Delete”. “You’re crazy!” By the way, the style of speech reminds me a lot… what does it remind you of?… She furrowed her brows, trying to catch the thought that flashed across her mind when reading the idiotic text message. — “The Master and Margarita”!, exactly! When Azazello sat down next to Margarita, persuading her to come to Woland’s ball. Yeah… and perverts are well-read these days… “But for now, it’s like goodbye, or… I’ve found Nagiyev, too.”..
After a couple of minutes, she forgot about the strange message.
.. The melody of her mobile phone made Nadia shudder. It had been a long time since anyone had called her so late. Involuntarily, she glanced at her watch. Twenty-two thirty-five. “Who could it be?”
— I’m listening, — the hand brought the phone to his ear.
— Good evening, Nadia.
— Good afternoon. Excuse me, but who is this?
— I wrote to you this evening. You also thought I was an idiot and deleted my text message right away, remember?
— Man, stop studying… nonsense (“Damn, I almost got on the phone!”) Forget my number and don’t call here anymore!..
.. Two times Nadia “knocked out” the caller from the “Number unknown” and once, with irritation, she listened to the melody on her mobile phone three times. Immediately after the call tone stopped, an SMS message arrived on the phone.
“Please read to the end. Of course, you haven’t returned my calls. And I understand you perfectly. But believe me, I’m not a phone bully and… not even such a pervert (as you might think of me). I just really like you. I’m too shy to approach you. That’s why I’d like to talk on the phone first. You don’t have to answer, just listen to me. Ten minutes! Exactly ten minutes. And then you can safely interrupt… um… my monologue and, if you want, immediately forget about my call. So – am I calling?”.
“Should I call the operator?”
Nadia was just about to dial the phone company’s number when the mobile phone started playing in her hands again.
— Good evening again…
“Listen to me… those, because of your calls, the evening has somehow stopped being kind to me. Well, what do you want from me? Can you leave me alone?
- yes. I can. But on one condition – you will listen to me for exactly ten minutes. Without turning off the phone and… somehow letting me know that you are really listening to me.
“I’m not going to talk to you.”..
— And you don’t need to talk. Just listen and that’s it. Agreed?
— And how…
— And I will understand that you are listening to me. So?
— Good! — Nadia has made up her mind: “Listening to this jerk is probably easier than calling the operator and talking to him.”
—I knew you were a smart woman. One more little request. If you are standing, please sit in an armchair or lie down on the bed. It’s better this way.
Nadia mentally waved her hand, sat down in an easy chair and prepared to honestly fulfill her promise to listen to the interlocutor. “If he doesn’t stop talking in ten minutes, I’ll turn off the phone!” the woman firmly decided.
— If you’re ready, then I’ll switch to “You”. Nadia, have you ever had your clitoris licked? — and then he answered himself — I think that yes, they licked. Even if it didn’t happen to you, you probably touched him with your finger… — Nadia, with a great effort of will, forced herself to refuse to immediately be rude to the speaker and switch off. And he continued in a quiet (and admittedly pleasant) voice, “Imagine what it was like… From a gentle touch, the pea, hidden under the folds of skin at the very base of the lower lips, begins to grow… increase in size… then the pink head is exposed… She reaches out all over, as if begging to be continued to be stroked and caressed…
—Listen, you… you…
— Nadenka, you don’t need to talk. Be patient. You promised… The voice is pleading, but firm enough. Just relax for a few minutes. Forget about everything… There is nothing! Just my voice…
— me…
— Yes, I know you’re a single woman who’s not used to being dependent on anyone, but… Just be a woman. After all, no one… Do you hear that? … No one sees you right now. Relax. I’m going to say some vulgar but pleasant things. And you listen… Good… Right now… Touch your pussy with your fingers… Just touch it. She’s all wet…
— What are you, a fool! It’s not wet!
“You haven’t tried it.” Touch her, touch her… run your finger between the lips… I’ll wait…
“That idiot!” And his hand found its way under the elastic band of his underpants, and his palm pressed against the silky hairs, and his finger slid between the sticky lips…
— Freeze like that! The voice made her shudder, but her palm remained pressed against her pubis… — Don’t take your hands off… Move your fingers a little…
“From where?” — it almost slipped out of my mouth. And two fingers have already slipped (by themselves!) inside, making her sob softly into the microphone.
— Yes, yes, leave them there while we talk… Relax… Close your eyes… They want to rest… Sit back… Don’t take your fingers out… Spread your legs a little…
Nadia, not expecting this from herself, obediently followed the commands of the lulling voice.
— I gently touch your legs with my hands and kneel down in front of you… My cool ears slide along the inside of your hot thighs… The tip of the nose rests against the palm covering the cherished petals… Wiggle your fingers… and now your bud has opened right under my lips… These are not fingers… and the tip of my tongue penetrates you to its full length… gently stretches upward… He pulls back a little to get as low as possible, plunge back in and lick all the way to the bump of your clitoris… freezes on it, pressing harder… and again, following the already well-trodden path between wet sponges… He’s rubbing against your pussy over and over again…
Nadia’s fingers (by themselves!) they began to repeat the movements of the imaginary tongue, becoming more moist with each movement…
“I’m licking you.”.. I’m drinking your intoxicating juices… My tongue lies with its entire surface on your clitoris and begins to move from right to left, from right to left… top-down, top-down… The pressure is getting stronger… everything is moving faster… (the fingers moved with might and main over the quivering bump)… I’m already lapping your pussy… I lick with my tongue everything that gets in his way-lips… the vagina… the clitoris… I lick, and you push my head inside yourself with your hands, which have suddenly become extraordinarily strong… You want to go deeper… swallow my tongue even harder…
Nadia moved her hips and moaned freely into her phone, which miraculously did not slip out of her sweaty palm. At this time, the other hand continued to press against the crotch. A thick finger began to rub the exposed button of her clitoris, and the index and middle finger flexed and unbent inside her vagina…
“Right now.”.. now… I want you to cum in my mouth… I want to savor your orgasm… My tongue won’t stop until you let it… I’ll lick you as much as you want… Come on, honey… come on… Sprinkle your nectar on my parched throat… Let me drink your sweet juices…
.. Nadia lifted her ass and arched her whole body, as if trying to stand on the bridge. The back of my head rested against the back of the chair, and my toes took on the other half of the load. Nadia’s body froze at these two points and her lower abdomen seemed to cramp. But not for long, but only to hammer with powerful thrusts, pouring out streams of her ecstasy from the opened vulva…
.. It seemed that all the accumulated dissatisfaction of her last years without sex had decided to come out of her at once…
“How cool… Dear mothers…”
..- Nadia… — a voice from somewhere below. It was the phone that had fallen out of his clenched fist and was now lying face down at the foot of the chair. The carpet cushioned the fall well.
Sinking heavily into the wet spot beneath her, Nadia, recovering with difficulty, managed to lift the device and bring it to her ear.
—Yes,— she whispered through dry lips.
— I am very glad… That you listened to me… You know… And I’m done… And more… Can I call you again sometime?
- no… Better… You’d better come…