A few days rolled by and I heard nothing from the sexy silver fox I met at the library where I worked. He may have come by the library when I was out at the doctor’s office. When I came back home from my appointment, my phone rang, and I desperately hoped it was him. I answered and all I could hear was heavy breathing. When we finally did start talking to each other, he wouldn't identify himself. We spoke about our past sexual relationships and when I told him mine, he answered, “Well, I hope all of them weren’t half bad.”
“No, shortly after that, I met an older man.”
“Now, I’m beginning to like this story.”
I laughed and said, “Why? Are you an older man?” As if I didn’t know.
“I’m whoever you want me to be.”
“Well, I met this teacher at the library where I work.”
“Go on,” he encouraged.
“He was very well-read. I like that in a man.”
“How could you tell?”
“By the books he was checking out.”
“What was so special about them?”
“They were all my favorite erotic romances.”
“Anyone in particular?” he asked.
I was hoping that he’d read Vox, and that was why he was calling me for phone sex.
He said, “Well, upon a librarian’s suggestions, I’ve been reading Vox.”
Ha! It is him.
“How do you like it so far?” I eagerly asked.
“It’s made my cock rock hard right now.”
“So, you get the visual with the book and the audio with me.”
“Exactly. I wouldn’t want one without the other.”
“So, I’m the soundtrack to your sexual fantasies.”
“Are you okay with that?”
“Very okay.”
“Why don’t you touch yourself?”
“I already am.”
“So, are your fingers in the ‘fuck-me hole’ of your Teddy you told me about?”
“Maybe.” I cannot tell a lie. “Can you hold on for a minute while I get comfortable?”
“Sure, as long as you don’t go away.”
“I’ll be back. Hold your horses.” I quickly unzipped my jeans and threw off my t-sheet so that I was completely naked.
When I came back online, he asked, “What were you doing?”
“Taking off my clothes.”
“You mean your Teddy with the hole in it.”
“No. I’ll be honest. I was wearing jeans and a t-shirt.”
He laughed and said, “What a little liar you are. Did your t-shirt have a slogan on it?”
I started laughing thinking about what it said and told him, “It says, ‘Have you hugged a librarian today’?”
“I’d gladly hug a particular librarian today. In fact, I loved to fuck that librarian.”
When he said that, I tingled all over. I felt my pussy and knew that I was dripping. I rubbed my pre-cum all over my lower lips and surrendered to the pleasure of it. “Mmm…it feels so good,” I told him.
“What are you doing?”
“Fondling my puss.”
“And how is Lady Jane feeling right now?”
“You’ve been reading Lady Chatterley’s Lover, haven’t you?”
“Yes, I have—you sexy British cunt.”
“Such language!” I teased.
“That’s what happens when you decide to fuck the gamekeeper.”
“So, are you stroking John Thomas?”
“Yes, and he is standing erect to greet the lady of the manor.”
“Go on, tell me more.”
“I want to be inside you turgid and quivering.”
“Ooh. Go on, D. H. Lawrence.”
“Tha’rt good cunt, though, aren’t ter? Best bit o’ cunt left on earth.”
I was thoroughly impressed with his verbal skills and his awesome memory that enabled him to quote these lines so readily, with little preparation. Or, maybe he was reading from his underlined copy of the book. I told him, “You really get me. You know that?”
“I hope so.” I made a loud show of spitting saliva on my fingers, hoping that he’d recognize exactly what I was doing.
“It sounds like your making yourself wet.”
“You got that right.”
“I have some Vaseline. I’m slathering it all over my cock until it shines.”
“Don’t you wish we could put olive oil all over each other in some hotel room where we wouldn’t have to clean up the mess we’d made?”
“I’d like that. We should do that sometime,” he said and continued moaning and stroking. I heightened my moaning, too; but wanted to wait so we could cum together. I could hear his excitement build and mine followed in solidarity. “Oh my God!” I heard him cry. “I’m cumming.”
That was all I needed to hear before I ultimately surrendered and let it all go in one long orgasm that gave me wave upon wave of pleasure.
After we were finished, I said, “That was a long time cumming.”
He laughed and said, “Literally.”
Hurt, I asked, “Do you think I was cumming too long?”
“Of course not, silly. You are perfect.”
“You don’t think I’m a nympho.”
“Get out of here. I want a girl who gets me. And you get me. That’s why I like you so much.”
“Will you be my boyfriend?” I asked, sounding old-fashioned and sweet.
You must have a lot of boyfriends.”
“Not at the moment.”
“Will you let me into your world?”
“I think I can trust you.”
“You know that you can.”
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