Sheesh, she sighed, feeling weary already, and it was only Monday. I'm so glad I applied for those long weekends. Shortened four-day weeks sound more and more like manna from heaven every minute!
When her parents returned, she could still spend regular weekends at the lake after Labor Day. She particularly loved the fall months, and there would be time to decide if she wanted to stay on permanently. That is, if everything went well. She crossed her mental fingers, hoping things worked out with her parents. It was bad enough she and Grady had divorced. It would be worse if her parents did so.
"Roxanne!"
"I'm here, MaryBella."
Her boss stuck her head in the opening of Roxy's cubbyhole. "We've got work to do. Let's get to it, shall we?" Roxy listened to the swift tap-tapping of her supervisor's high heels on the tile floor as she continued down the narrow aisle to her larger office. Then she stood and walked out. MaryBella Johnson's second assistant, Barbara, stuck her head out of her own cubbyhole and followed in line behind Roxanne for the usual Monday morning meeting.
On the first day of the week, the pressure was heavy, because Roxy's supervisor was a workaholic who believed her assistants should spend as much time at their jobs as she did. After going over the edited manuscripts with her, Barbara and Roxy were handed several new projects. Roxy groaned inwardly. The workload seemed to grow by leaps and bounds every week.
By the end of the workday, Roxy was exhausted. She took a cab to her apartment, got out of her city clothes, popped a TV dinner in the microwave, and settled down for a quiet evening watching sitcoms and relaxing. She was about to turn off the TV set when the telephone rang.
She checked the wall clock. Ten-thirty in the evening. Who the heck is calling me at this hour of the night, she wondered. She let the machine pick up the call.
It was a man's soft voice. A very male, sexy voice.
"Hey … Roxy, baby," the voice purred, enough to raise the hairs on the back of her neck. A frown puckered her brow. She started to click off the sound on the inexpensive answering machine without listening until she heard her name "Do you miss me, sweetheart?"
She sat down abruptly, feeling a little nervous. It doesn't sound like Grady, she decided. She hesitated seconds longer, listening to what the guy had to say. "I was just thinking about you while I was lying here in bed. I had to call and tell you what I was doing."
Roxy almost wet her pants when she realized it was Jake! She'd never spoken on the phone with him. There was a definite pause on the line while she debated whether to pick up the phone. "It's okay, sweetheart, if you don't want to talk, but I want you to listen. Okay?"
Her eyes, as well as her ears, were glued to the answering machine.
"You can't see me, but I'm taking my shirt off. It's warm in my room without air conditioning, and I'm sweating. A lot of that could be because I was remembering what you and me did last weekend. God, Rox, you were so hot. Your skin felt like satin against my mouth. Did you like what I did to you? Did you like me sucking on your tits? I sure liked doing it." He made a kissing sound like smacking his lips.
Jake is a damned pervert. He's having phone sex with me!
But she didn't turn off the machine. Knowing who was on the line was turning her on. Oh God! Her nipples were already hard and aching just listening to him.
"Come on, Rox." His voice was raw sounding, so clear. It was as if he were lying next to her. "Tell me. I want to know what you feel when I do that. Do you get a burning wetness between your legs when I run my tongue around your nipple? I hear that's what happens when a woman is aroused. God, Rox, you tasted so sweet—umm, like cherries—I nibbled them, didn't I? But not hard. I could have swallowed them whole—tempting little pits and all."
She heard his low chuckle, and a release of liquid heat burned between her thighs. Roxy squirmed in the chair.
I left my dildo at the lake. I could use it right now.
"Can you hear me, Rox? I want more. A whole lot more. I want to kiss you until your head spins, and you can't think of anything but my hands and my mouth making love to you. I want you naked and underneath me again. I want my body and yours plastered so close together it will take a crowbar to separate us when I'm inside you, filling you. So far up inside you that you can taste my cock. I want to lick and suck on those tasty, pink nipples of yours, and stick my hot tongue every place I can think of. Then, I'm going to…"
She grabbed the handle of the speakerphone, hit the answer button, and jammed it against her ear. "Jake! Cut it out, dammit! Are you nuts? I'll report you to the phone company as a … a phone stalker."
His soft laughter on the other end was wicked. "No you won't, Rox," he answered as if he knew she wouldn't. "Know why? You're so wet, so hot and needy right now, I bet I can give you a climax right over the phone."
She clenched the instrument, her hand shaking. "Jake, didn't you hear me? I said we've had our little fling, and…"
I'm such a liar.
"No way, sweetheart. There's more. We didn't finish what we started ten years ago. We caught our breaths maybe, and took a hiatus, but I still want … need … to see you, touch you."
The sound of his husky, male laughter erupted in her ear again. "It won't be as good as what I can do in person, but it will keep you thinking about me until we're able to do it again. I made a mistake last weekend, and I'm sorry. I'll use a rubber from now on, promise. But, hey, I want to help you come over the phone, sweetheart. Right now. Right this minute."
Roxy was breathing hard. Heat, need, desire formed drops of sweat on her forehead. Jake had her in a dither, all right. The orgasms she'd experienced Saturday had her wanting and desperate for more. She wasn't able to forget those moments of sheer erotica. He must have fucked every woman in Miradale and surrounding towns to be so knowledgeable about a woman's body. Good God.
Roxy made up her mind to ask her doctor to prescribe contraceptives. But right now, she ran a palm over her brow, her skin slick with perspiration. Between her thighs, she felt where fluid had drenched her panties. "You're a damn S.O.B., Jake," she said, growling low, her fingers clamped around the phone's handle. If he made her crazy just talking on the phone, she didn't want him to stop.
"Ye-es, Jake, talk me into it. Right now. I need you to."
"That's a good girl," he replied softly. "I knew I could help you relax, Rox. That's why I called. You're too tense. I felt it Thursday when we met in your basement. That important city job of yours has you tied up in knots. I'll do this for you right now, okay?"
"I'm waiting, Jake," she said, tension choking the lump in her throat.
"Lay back and relax. Ease open your legs, sweetheart. Think about me being with you, gazing down at you. Are you lying down now, Roxy? Because I'm running my eyes over you, admiring your gorgeous, sexy shape. All those luscious curves spread out for me. Can you feel my fingers moving over your skin? I'm trailing fingers down your body, slowly, gently, from your shoulders to your knees, caressing you, my eyes taking their fill. First, I'm touching your breasts, your perky nipples. I can feel them growing hard, wanting me to lick them, suck on them."
There was a small pause, as if it was difficult for him to draw in air on the other end of the line.
"Then, I'm grazing my fingertips over your ribs, sticking my tongue in your bellybutton. After I caress your tummy, I'm going to nuzzle your…"
Roxy breathed a bit faster.
"Are you naked yet, Roxy?"
"Er, no…"
"Then hold on. Take everything off. Strip. I'll wait."
She put down the receiver and stripped.
"Jake," she said picking it up again. "This is a cordless phone. I'm going into my bedroom to lie on the bed."
"Great, but hurry. I don't want you to lose the feeling, sweetheart."
She jumped up and hurried toward the small bedroom, clothes leaving a trail on the floor behind her. She lowered herself onto the mattress. It was quiet for a few moments until he asked, "Comfy now?"
"Umm
…"
"Maybe you should tease those pretty titties of yours. Run a fingertip around them before you touch the nipple. Too bad you don't have a longer tongue," he instructed, wickedly, "like mine."
She groaned silently.
"Can you hear me, Rox? Are you doing what I tell you to?"
"Ye-ah, Jake."
"Did you feel those exciting sensations race between your nipple and your pussy? Do they make you all hot and achy, wanting more? Did it feel good?"
"Oh yeah, Jake."
"Spread your legs wider, sweets, real wide. Open up and let the cool air tickle you there, then listen to me some more, okay?"
"Okay."
"Now, feel me stroking your clit. These aren't your fingers, remember. My fingers probably feel a little rough because they're callused. Can you tell?"
"I-I guess so."
"Good. I'm massaging your clit, a little harder each time. Circle that little sex spot. Soon what you want so bad will happen. Right? Can you feel it coming?"
"Oh damn, Jake…"
"Go ahead. Keep stroking your wet cunt while you feel me making love to you. Spread those juices around; I'm doing this for you, remember. I'd do more if I were there. I wish I were. I wish I could to do it in person, instead of lying here in my bed with a monstrous hard-on."
"God, Jake, I'm so wet…"
"Don't worry. There's more." His deep voice was coaxing her, coming as thick and sweet as molasses rolling from the receiver next to her ear on the pillow. "Easy now. Play some more with your clit—a little longer—use a couple of fingers, sweetheart. Twist it, pull on it, until you are going nuts with wanting me inside you, big and hard, moving like music in a wild, hard rock rhythm while you're wanting to explode."
"Jake!"
"I unzipped my pants, Roxy. I'm hard as steel. I've been playing with myself. Right now, the plumber's helper is about a foot long and big around. He's hot. He's hard but so smooth, wanting to make you happy. He's shaking, because he wants to jam his head into that tight little cunt of yours and rub those wet walls until you go nuts."
She heard the coarse rasp in his baritone, and her fingers pushed farther inside her passage, rubbing herself until she could almost, but not quite…
"Think what I'm going to do to you the next time.
"Damn, Jake! I wish I had my dildo!"
He knew what she could do with that damn sex toy. She'd never need to use it again if it was up to him. He'd throw it in the garbage the next time he saw it in her bedroom. She'd never need a toy; he was going to bury his cock inside her, over and over, until she screamed for him to stop.
"God dammit! I'm better than any dildo, Roxy, and you know it. I'm bigger, slicker, faster, and harder. Now concentrate on coming."
His voice had changed to a demand. "Feel me lapping at your cunt like a puppy lapping water. Feel my tongue, long, hot, and wet; feel me biting your clit, sucking on it. There! Does it hurt a little? I'll make it better when I lick you in person. Ah, hot damn, you taste so good, Rox. I love eating your pussy, sweetheart. Press yourself harder into my mouth; lift your hips and give me everything. Let go, babe."
Oh God. Oh God. Let it happen soon.
"I can almost see you smiling with your eyes closed, enjoying what I'm doing. Have I put you on Cloud Nine yet? I'm so hungry for you I could eat nails. Now, touch your hot spot. Make believe it's my cock. I want you so damn much right now, I'd meet myself coming out of your mouth. Just a little more teasing…"
"Oh God, it's good, Jake, I'm coming!"
Jake lay back on his bed, the phone leaning against his ear on the pillow, listening for Roxy's explosion.
"Arrgh! Jaa-ke!"
He was sweating, breathing so fast and hard he could feel his chest pumping up and down. Having removed his sweaty T-shirt, his shoes, and socks, he was half-naked. His cock had gone through a metamorphosis while he sex-talked to Roxy. His balls hurt he was so full of a needy release. Though he'd told Roxy he was unzipped, he hadn't been. Now, he had to help himself or he would explode. Slowly, Jake eased the zipper down, so as not to catch his huge penis in its teeth. He released the plumber's helper, jerking upright and ready, looking for someplace to go to work.
He heard soft, wispy breathing on the other end of the line. Roxy had her climax as he promised. Now, it was his turn. He grasped his penis in his palm and moved the skin of his shaft up and down, closing his eyes to savor the exquisite feeling. It didn't take him long to milk hot semen into the dirty T-shirt. He grunted aloud, then lay quiet, relaxed, until he wiped himself dry. The release was not nearly enough to satisfy him, but it helped ease his tense nerves.
A minute or so later, he asked, "Roxy? Are you there?"
Silence.
"Sweetheart?"
"Why do you keep calling me "sweetheart," Jake? You know we were never sweethearts."
He considered her question, and finally, came up with a reason. "I guess I thought you might like it. I won't if you don't want me to."
"I guess it doesn't make much difference. But we're not sweethearts."
"Maybe lovers would be a better word then."
Again, there was silence on the end of the phone line.
"Maybe, Jake. Maybe we should see each other again."
He heard the question in her words and responded. "Will you be at the house, say, seven o'clock on Thursday?"
"I'll be waiting for you, Jake. Don't be late. And thanks."
She hung up, closed her eyes and fell asleep naked.
Chapter Nine
The heavy downpour from the storm drenched Roxy as she ran from the train station to her rented car. The thunderstorm had her shaking in her boots. She hated lightning and thunder, especially at the lake where the claps seems to ricochet again and again from mountain to mountain. Maybe she should sit in the car and wait it out.
She sat, soaking wet from the rain, for ten minutes. When the rain didn't stop, she gave up, pulled out of the lot and headed to the house. It was six-thirty already. Jake was supposed to meet her at seven. She hadn't eaten a bite of supper yet, and she was famished. Well, she'd eat and worry about Jake later. He might not even show up, the telephone pervert.
As she negotiated the wide curve approaching her parents' home, she saw the Corvette sitting in her driveway. In seconds, her hormones went on alert; she could feel anticipation elevating to a crescendo even as her nipples reacted.
God, what this man does to my libido is unreal. How could this happen in less than a week?
Roxy pulled up beside the sports car, turned off the engine, and leaned over to peek at the driver. The car was empty. She surmised he must be waiting inside. She had left the key under the usual flowerpot when she left on Monday, just in case.
Just in case. Yeah. Wasn't that smart of me?
She gathered up her briefcase and purse, locked the car, and hurried along the path. The storm was petering out. Only intermittent raindrops chased her to the backdoor. "Jake? Are you here?" she called, entering and placing her things on the kitchen table.
Hmm? No answer.
She went into the great room, walking toward the wide span of windows overlooking the lake. The sun was already beaming from behind the thunder boomers that had released moisture in a cloudburst for almost a half-hour. The strong rays of light crossed the water's surface with golden highlights dancing on gentle waves.
Jake had been watching for her. He turned to look up at the windows from the patio for the fifth time, and seeing her, he waved. He turned toward the open basement entrance and started upstairs.
His chest and feet were bare, and he was wearing swim trunks. She faced him as he came up the stairs and stepped into the great room.
"Hi, sweetheart … oops! I'm not supposed to call you that, am I?"
"Yes. No. We're not sweethearts."
"I could call you 'lover.'"
She ignored his riposte. "When did you get here, Jake?"
"Around six-fifteen. I wanted to go for a swim, but the storm blew up,
and I ditched that idea until now. Why don't you put on your suit, and we'll take a dip together?"
"You certainly make yourself at home, plumber man." She gave him the raised eyebrow. When he started toward her, she backed off and skirted rapidly around the big couch in front of the windows. "Okay, okay. I'll meet you down at the dock. Let me open some windows to air out the house, and check what's to eat in the refrigerator. I'm starved."
"You don't have to cook. I stopped by Pagano's and brought in some made-up dinners. All we have to do is heat them in the microwave. You can take your choice. Shrimp marinara or veal parmigiana. I bought some beer, too, in case you didn't have any cold."
"My, my, Jake. Who trained you? Grady would never have thought of that."
He scowled at her when she teased, but he didn't say anything and went back downstairs.
Roxy brought her briefcase and purse into the bedroom with her. She went around unlocking windows and letting the cooler, evening breeze waft through the upper floor. She hung up her business clothes and stripped down to her skin. When she accidentally touched a nipple, it was already budded.
Damn that Jake Plummer. He had me thinking about our sexy telephone conversation from the other night while I squirmed all the way home on the train. He didn't have to say a word. All it took was a look at him half-dressed with those perfect pecs, that touchable torso, and those Adonis good looks, and I broke out in a sweat. He doesn't even have to lay a finger on me and…
More inciting thoughts invaded her brain. She remembered what it had been like last weekend, what it felt to be naked in his arms, his hands moving over her skin, his mouth laving her breasts, his cock filling her. God, she remembered arching her mound higher toward him, begging him for more.
Roxy shook her head from side to side to shake those erotic thoughts out of her mind. She pushed her hair behind her ears, and grabbed her bikini from the chest of drawers. It didn't take her more than a couple of minutes to don it and grab a big towel, slip into her flip-flops and run down the basement steps to meet Jake. She forgot the dildo was still under her pillow.
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