Sorry...Wrong Number

by Jamallah Bergman

  “I bet you taste real good too, Jonathan. I could probably go down and stay down on your cock all night, teasing and tasting every drop of you.”

  God, she had him when she said that, and a moan escaped his throat while he continued rigorously with her gift. “Shit, Joan, I would let you go down on me as much as you wanted to, darling. This is your cock and your cock alone, do you know that?”

  “Really, do you mean that?” she asked.

  “I mean every word of it, Joan, every single word of it, baby.” His ass tensed up while bucking up against the flesh light. He felt like he was fucking Joan’s mouth. “God, baby, your mouth feels so good, you’re going to make me come soon.”

  “Come, baby, don’t stop. I want you to imagine me between those thighs of yours, my head bobbing up and down, my warm mouth sucking on that cock.”

  When Jonathan heard her say that, he exploded and moaned so deeply it sounded more like a cry of pain than of pleasure. “Oh God, Joan, suck my cock, baby!” Convulsing over and over again, he could feel a cramp quickly developing in his thigh. However, Jonathan ignored the pain as he couldn’t stop stroking himself. Streams of cum covered his balls while he moaned even more into another orgasm. “Oh God, Joan!”

  Once Jonathan found himself slowly, but surely, subsiding from his orgasmic match with Joan, he heard her say, “Jonathan, there is something I’ve got to tell you and I feel pretty comfortable letting you know this.”

  After calming down and slowly coming back to his senses, he said, “Sure, sweetheart, tell me, what’s on your mind?”

  Jonathan heard her sigh deeply for a moment. Finally she said, “My name really isn’t Joan, its Marcie.”

  “Marcie. Well, I have to say I like that better than Joan. I’m glad that you were able to trust me enough to let me know that. But I do love it more than Joan. Thank you for the wonderful gift by the way, man, did it ever do the job right.”

  “Well, I’m glad you loved it. I know you’ll love what I have in store for you tomorrow.”

  He growled at the idea, Lord only knew what his minx had in store for him and he couldn’t wait to find out. They talked until he knew she was getting tired, it had been a long day for both of them. “Sweetheart, you’d better get your rest, we can talk tomorrow. I want to know more about you and let you know about me as well.”

  Jonathan heard her yawn again and say, “All right, then, I’ll talk with you tomorrow. Sweet dreams, Jonathan.”

  “Sweet dreams, Marcie.” He hung up the phone, content with their conversation and glad she was finally comfortable enough to open up a little more.

  * * * *

  “You have a call on line one, it’s a Mr. Taylor,” Geraldine said over the intercom the following day.

  This was the call he had been waiting for since yesterday. Al Taylor had been a good friend for a number of years and had always given Jonathan’s name to several of his friends who needed homes. Along with his lovely wife, three beautiful young kids had come from their union, ages twelve, six, and two, all were the spitting images of Al. Of course, they needed a house that would fit their lifestyle. Jonathan knew that the one Frank had shown him the other day was perfect for them. “Hey Al, how’re things?”

  “Going great, my friend, so glad you got in contact with me. Linda is getting on my nerves about finding us a new place. She doesn’t think that where we live is suitable for us, so she wants bigger and better. I want you to meet with her about it, if you can give me the address she can meet you there. I trust my wife with things like this because it’s more her thing than mine,” Al said as Jonathan scrambled with some papers to find the address.

  “All right, it’s 1510 Pratt Avenue, she can’t miss it because it’s the biggest damn thing on the block.”

  Al laughed and said, “Well then, I know she’ll love it because she loves all things big. Can you meet her there around noon?”

  “Of course, and if she likes it, I’ll have the paperwork with me.”

  “Great, I’ll give her a call, take care, dude.”

  Going through his files, Jonathan made sure he had everything he needed before heading out to meet with Linda. He prayed she would convince Al to give the go ahead to get the house, he needed a sale badly.

  Jonathan was ten minutes late due to an accident on one of the side roads. He saw an empty White Cadillac Escalade parked in the driveway. “She must have gotten out and started looking around,” Jonathan said to himself, grabbing his briefcase. He didn’t see her in the front, but as he made his way towards the back where the pool was, he saw someone sitting on one of the patio chairs near the pool. Making his way down, he saw a pair of lovely long legs that were crossed with one swinging playfully back and forth slowly as she continued talking on the phone.

  “I don’t know where he could be, I’ve been here for a couple of minutes now.”

  When she looked over her shoulder, she quickly told the person on the other end, “Never mind, he’s here now. Hello there, you must be Al’s friend, Jonathan?” she said, hanging up the phone and shaking his hand. Damn, she looked hot. She was wearing one of those cream colored bandage dresses that hugged her hips and thighs so nicely. Her breasts seemed to just push up and together in that thing. Her hair was auburn red and curly; she had it pulled back, revealing a pair of green eyes that smiled back at him.

  “Let’s go on in and I can show you the house,” Jonathan quickly said and watched her ass sashay in that dress which seemed to hug her hips even more as she walked. This woman was tempting and here he was a horny as hell guy, in an empty house with a fucking hot woman in a tight as hell dress.

  Jonathan tried his best to stand at least a couple of feet from her whenever they were in the same room. But the smell of her perfume seemed to warm his senses and his constant view of her ass was not helping the situation.

  “This house is amazing. I can see this being Abby’s room, she’ll love the view here,” she said, standing by the window.

  Damn, she was hot as hell and her voice was killing him with the way it just oozed sex even though he felt like she knew what the hell she was doing.

  “I hope you don’t mind me calling you Jonathan and I have to say that I love this place so far. What about the master bedroom, is it huge?” Her eyes sparkled and a coy smile spread over her lips as she walked past him. Her perfume was invading his senses and making him so hard his zipper was going to bust open. They entered the master bedroom. While she walked around the room, Jonathan sat on the window seat. “What do you think of the place, Mrs. Taylor?” he asked, and she smiled, walking over to where he sat.

  She sat down next to him. Jonathan had to put his briefcase in his lap because there was no way he was going to embarrass himself by letting her see his prominent hard on.

  “Well, I have to tell you, Jonathan, that I love this place. It’s exactly the kind of house I’ve been trying to tell Al about for months. But you know how Al is, always busy working and never taking time to help me look for a place.” Her eyes darted playfully over Jonathan.

  “Well, I’m glad you like it, Mrs. Taylor,”

  “Please, call me Linda.”

  “Ok, Linda I have the paperwork for you to look over and you can bring it back to my office when you have finished.” He tried to open the briefcase, but it ended up falling on the floor and what he was trying to hide from her was now standing up at full mast in her view.

  Instead of looking away in embarrassment like he thought she would, Linda was staring right at his hard-on with a look of hunger in her eyes. “I am so sorry, Linda, let me pick this up.” When he tried to bend down to get the briefcase, she put a hand against his chest. He looked at her and saw her biting her lower lip and slowly licking it as she kept her eyes on his erection.

  “My goodness, you’re rock hard today, huh, Jonathan? When was the last time you got fuck senseless?”

  The way she spoke made him think she’d done this before. Seeing the way she was dressed made him suspect th
at he was right. “Why do you want to know something like that?”

  Her finger traced along his hardness. Her touch alone was about to make him cream his pants. Jonathan shouldn’t be doing this, or even thinking this way, especially with a client’s wife. Even though she was hotter than hell in that tight little number she was wearing.

  Quickly, her nimble fingers unzipped his pants and slid in and pulled out his cock. “My God, you’re huge!”

  She looked at his cock like a virgin does when she sees a cock for the first time. All Jonathan could do was watch, because even though he knew it was wrong, he had been without a woman for so long. In the back of his mind, all he could think about was Marcie and what she would do to him if she found out. Undoing the buckle and button, Linda quickly moved his pants down a bit as his “friend” stood up for her attention and she got on her knees in front of him.

  “Linda, we can’t be doing this, you’re married to a good client of mine,” Jonathan reminded her, but it seemed she was too enthralled with his cock to listen.

  “Oh, I know that you and Al have known each other for a long time,” she continued rubbing him as Jonathan tried his best not to cum all over her. Then she went down on him, her teeth grazing along his shaft, causing him to jump as he gripped the side of the window seat.

  “And you taste so good too.” She continued going down, sucking and licking him like she hadn’t eaten a thing in months. As Jonathan looked down at her he tried to think of something else, but Lord knows, how could anyone concentrate on anything else when a beautiful woman is going down on him? Then he thought about Marcie and how wonderful she would look in Linda’s place. Jonathan looked down as he thought about her, how cute that mouth of hers would be sucking his cock and how her eyes would sparkle at him while a smile crept across her lips when she would lick along his shaft.

  God, she looked beautiful and Jonathan couldn’t hold it in any longer so he grunted and moaned, “Marcie!” His voice echoed in the empty room as he came in Linda’s mouth while she continued to suck and take it all in.

  Eventually, the house got sold.

  Chapter Five

  “No way, she did that to you in that house?” Jonathan heard Marcie say with a giggle in her voice later that evening.

  “Yeah, I was completely shocked when I saw her sitting by the pool wearing that dress. I honestly wasn’t thinking that she was going to go down on me like that. But I have to tell you something, though.”

  “What’s that?”

  “The entire time she was going down on me, Marcie, I could only think about you going down on me instead. Hell, I even went and screamed your name when I came, so she asked me who Marcie was.”

  “What did you tell her?” He heard a hint of laughter in her voice, Jonathan knew she was getting a kick out of hearing him tell her all of this. But at that moment, he was trying to be serious, something he’d never thought he would be with a woman again, especially not with this one.

  “I told her you were a girl that I cared a lot about.” Jonathan meant what he said to her because he really was starting to care a lot about her.

  “Wow, you care about me?”

  “That I do, I honestly care a great deal about you, I never thought I would be saying that to someone I’ve yet to meet face-to-face. But I’ve started liking you more and more each day we’ve been talking, Marcie and I definitely want us to meet, one day soon.”

  At first not a word was said on her end but then he heard a sniffle followed by weeping. Lord, he’d made her cry. “Don’t cry, Marcie, I didn’t mean to make you cry.”

  But she continued on for a bit longer before uttering another word. “I’m sorry, but it’s been so long since any man has told me that he’s cared about me and it was so sweet hearing you say it. I do have to tell you that since we are confessing our feelings towards each other, I’ve been feeling the same way about you too. I can say that I do like you a lot and maybe I can go so far as to say that I’m slowly falling in love with you.”

  Jonathan’s heart seemed to jump out of his chest when he heard her utter those words to him. She said she loved him and he couldn’t help but smile. It made Jonathan feel even better knowing that at least they’d gotten to the point where they cared about each other. “You’ve made me a very happy man, Marcie, do you know that? Listen, I want to send you something but this time, not a sex toy.”

  “What do you mean, not a sex toy? I was actually starting to like getting gifts like that from you.”

  “I think I’m spoiling you by giving you these toys, I want to give you something different this time, something that will show you how much I care about you.”

  “That’s very sweet of you, Jonathan, but what more could you give me that you haven’t already given me.”

  “Well, tell me, what is the one thing that you’ve never had a man give you before?”

  The silence on her end was weird. He said, “You know, I can hear the motors running in your head right now and I think I can smell smoke.”

  “Not fair. Come on, now. Well, I honestly have to say that as long as I’ve been dating, I’ve never had a man give me a bouquet of flowers before. I’ve had men give me something like a single red rose but never a full dozen or so. I always thought that maybe they were too damned cheap to give me the full bouquet or something. I know that sounds weird but I’ve always wanted a man to give me a big bouquet of flowers--they don’t have to be roses, almost any flower would do.”

  “I promise you this, Marcie, whenever you want us to meet, I’ll bring you the biggest bouquet of flowers that I can get for you and give you a kiss to match it.”

  “I’d like that a lot. So, since we had a so-called day of rest this evening, why don’t we pick up where we left off?”

  Jonathan laughed since he knew exactly what she was talking about and it was something he had hoped she would want to do tomorrow as well. “What do you have in store for me, then?”

  “You’ll just have to wait and see tomorrow when you go and check your mail.”

  She was a clever little minx and that’s why he too was falling in love.

  * * * *

  “Well, look at you, with pep in your step,” said Frank the next day while they were getting their morning coffee.

  “I told her that I liked her last night.”

  “For real? What did she say?”

  “She told me that she loved me and then I realized that I’ve been short-changing myself and I knew that I felt the same way.”

  “Did you tell her that? I mean, did you tell her you loved her, too?”

  “Of course not, I only told her I liked her. I don’t know whether or not I can let her know that yet.”

  “You sound like a teenager with his first crush.” They both ended up laughing hard at his comment and in a way he was right, Jonathan had never felt this way about a woman before.

  When Jonathan got to his office, it was work as usual. He had four new clients as well as seven showings of houses, apartments, and a studio. It was a hectic but productive day and these were the kind of days he loved the most. These days, it meant more money in the pocket and more homes out the door. Yet, Jonathan’s thoughts were of Marcie, thoughts of her smile, her eyes, wondering what kind of perfume she might wear.

  My God, I must be in love if I’m thinking about perfume.

  Jonathan was not prepared for what he saw when he came back to the office after showing houses. He was shocked to see Linda’s Cadillac Escalade in the parking lot. When he got inside, Geraldine gave him a look of ‘What the hell?’ as she pointed towards the office door. Linda Taylor was sitting on one of the chairs in front of his desk, her long legs crossed. She turned around and smiled with those eyes of hers as he quickly walked to his desk. “Hello there, Linda, what brings you to my office today?”

  “I wanted to thank you for helping us with getting our home. We wanted you to come to a party we are having over at a friend’s place. I told Al that I would come over and ask you
and I know that there will be a lot of potential clients at the party. So, what do you say?”

  “When is the party?”

  “It’s on Saturday at eight, here’s the address.” She withdrew the envelope from her purse and handed it to him. “I do hope you’ll be there.”

  Looking at the invite, Jonathan nodded. “All right, I’ll come. I can use some new clients plus I don’t get out much and it would be a lot of fun. Thank you, Linda, and please tell Al thank you as well.”

  He watched her as she got up only to see that the front of her jacket was undone revealing a sexy little cream colored bra and lace panties. Immediately Jonathan’s cock jumped at the sight before him. Why in the hell was she trying her best to tempt him like this? “Why did you come here like that?” Jonathan asked.

  “I wanted to show you what you could have. I loved going down on you that day and I wanted a little bit more.” She smiled seductively.

  “And even though I rather enjoyed it, that doesn’t mean that’s it is going to happen again. You’re married, plus I am involved with someone else.” Getting up from the desk, he quickly handed her the invite and opened up the door. “I think you need to leave, Linda, and tell Al I’m sorry but I can’t accept his invite, maybe some other time.”

  Jonathan knew she was disappointed, but he was not into playing games with married women, been there and done that. The outcome was always bad. Those days were behind him. The only one Jonathan wanted was on the other end of his phone every night.

  * * * *

  “Wow,” Marcie said, when he told her what had happened at work. He’d started opening up to Marcie, something he would never do with anyone else, except for his parents and Frank and especially not with a complete stranger over the phone.

  Well, Jonathan wouldn’t say that Marcie was a stranger, now.