Spontaneous Combustion

Part One

“Are you hard right now?”

“What do you think?”

Clara pinches at her nipples “I know we’re not supposed to meet until next week, but I want you right now. I’ve been wanting to fuck you for weeks. Bring that hard cock to me.” She pauses for effect. “I just can’t wait any longer.”

Ben lay on the bed with another throbbing hard-on. “I’ll be there in a half hour.”

Clara smiles in satisfaction. “Make it twenty minutes,” and hangs up.

As she gets ready Clara is painfully aware of the ache between her legs. Ben got her so hot and heavy on the phone before but she never came. She brings her hands to the wetness and slides one finger deep inside. She then smears the wetness all over her lips as if applying lipstick. I want our first kiss to be memorable. She looks in the closet for something to wear and a smile forms as an idea is born.

Ben jumps into the shower and tries to ignore the almost painful erection he’s had for the last half hour. He could just jerk off but wants to wait. The next time I come I want to be inside her. He quickly washes up and puts on a pair of jeans and a black sweater. He touches his cheek and feels that ever so reliable five-o-clock-shadow. He thought about shaving but then ditched the idea. No time. He puts a little mousse in his hair to liven it up. Taking a deep breath he looks in the mirror and says, “Here we go.” He grabs his car keys and cell phone and locks the front door. He opts to take the stairs and hurries down the steps. The cool fresh air feels invigorating. He’s anxious yet confident. He pulls out of the driveway leaving his fantasies behind as reality is just minutes away.

Clara looks at the clock – it’s almost midnight. Ben will be here any minute. She sips on a glass of red wine. She puts another finger inside her pussy and repeats the ritual she performed earlier. Clara thinks back to the night they first started talking. No, she didn’t meet him at a bar or at the grocery store. She met him anonymously through a telephone party line. Most of the guys she spoke with were yesterday’s news by the end of the week. They’d talk then meet. If he didn’t make her pussy throb in person he was history. But with Ben it was different. He became special to Clara. What started off steamy phone sex turned personal. Maybe it is because they share the same desires or the fact that he fell in love with her poetry. The way he makes her come time and time again has her entangled in his seductive web.

Using sex to get a guys attention takes hardly any skill but Clara mastered it. With her poetic words she can turn any man on. The first thing they notice is her sexy raspy voice. Always calm and melodic, sometimes soothing - even hypnotic. She is always in control, unless she’s coming. Sometimes the phone sex is very satisfying. She enjoys strong defiant voices, men who have the ability to bring her to her knees with the power of their words and their imagination.

That’s how it started with Ben. Clara wasn’t looking for a relationship of any kind but they connected on a sexual level. It soon became an addiction, and eventually lust turned into love. The way he speaks to her is like poetry. Their conversations may start out deep and philosophical but usually end in wild masturbatory frenzies leaving them both aching for the real thing. Clara holds nothing back and exposes herself for all it was worth.

She recalls their very first telephone encounter.

Ben: “Hello?”

Clara: “Hey there stranger. What brings you to the party line tonight?”

Ben: “Feeling kinda horny.”

Clara: “Me too. What ever will we do about this? Got any suggestions?”

Ben: “Oh I’ve got plenty. Get undressed and tell me each piece of clothing you are taking off. Don’t just tell, describe.”

Clara: “Oh, I like this already.”

Ben: “What’s that you have playing in the background?”

Clara: “Enigma. Do you like it?”

Ben: “I love it. Great for fucking.”

Clara: “That’s exactly what I had in mind. Are you going to fuck me Ben?”

Ben: “You bet your sweet ass. Now undress for me, and remember, describe everything. What you’re wearing, the colors, and most importantly, your body.”

Clara: “Okay Ben, I’m taking off my black shorts.”

Ben: “How short are they?”

Clara: “They are very short shorts, most of my upper thighs are exposed. I have long legs, nicely tanned. I wax instead of shave and my toes are painted black.”

Ben: “Go on.”

Clara: “I’m wearing black thong panties, and my ass is tanned too. But-”

Ben: “But?”

Clara: “But I need something from you before I take those off.”

Ben: “And what might that be?”

Clara: “Make me come.”

Ben: “Even better, I’ll make you beg for it.”

Clara: “I like the sound of that. Now let’s see, I’m going to take off my tank top.”

Ben: “What color is it, no, let me guess. Black.”

Clara: “Actually it’s red. But good guess.”

Ben: “Your bra must be black.”

Clara: “If I was wearing one you would be correct. But I’m not right now.”

Ben: “Describe your breasts for me.”

Clara: “I’m a 34 C – and I have rather large areolas and dark nipples. But the skin color is very white. I’ve never sunbathed topless. It’s as white as the day I was born. Oh, yes, I’m pinching one of my nipples now and it feels so good.”

Ben: “Now how about those panties.”

Clara: “I’ll make you a deal, I’ll take them off if you make me come.”

Ben: “I have no problem with that. But first, describe your pussy for me. The more I know the better.”

Clara: “Okay, I can describe my pussy in one word. Shaved.”

Ben: “You sound so fucking sexy. Are you naked?”

Clara: “Yes.”

Ben: “Start caressing your breasts. Squeeze and pinch your nipples. Now, while you’re doing that, imagine my fingers spreading your lips and putting my tongue ever so gently on your clit. Can you feel it?”

Clara: “Oh yes, I can feel it. You’re tongue is so wet and hot.”

Ben: “You taste so good. I can eat you all night long. I’m moving my tongue in small circles. Now I’m sucking on your clit. You taste delicious.”

Clara: “My nipples are burning. My pussy is aching. I think I’m going to come. Oh, yes…yes…it feels…so…good.”

Ben: “Yes, come for me, come hard. You sound so beautiful.”

Clara: “Wow. I’ve never came before without being touched down there. This is certainly a first. How did you do that? It was amazing.”

Ben: “No. You’re amazing. You sounded so sexy when you were coming. That was so fucking hot.”

Clara: “Yes it was. Now it’s my turn. Are you lying on the bed or sitting on a chair?”

Ben: “I’m sitting on a chair. Why?”

Clara: I want you to close your eyes and imagine me kneeling in front of you. My hands are running up and down your thighs.”

Ben: “Ooh, that feels wonderful.”

Clara: “I am now playing with your balls with one hand while the other is stroking your cock. Gosh, you are so hard.”

Ben: “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

Clara: “Are you ready for the best blow job you ever had?”

Ben: “Uh huh.”

Clara: “Good. I start by slowly licking your dick with my tongue. As if it was a lollypop. Mmm…you taste good. I then push you deep inside my throat and fuck you with my mouth. Hard thrusts in and out. It’s so wet. It’s so hot. Your dick bounces off the back of my throat.”

Ben: “You’re destroying me. I can’t hold back.”

Clara: “I tighten the suction between my lips and your cock and you come for me. I suck you dry and lick the tip of your throbbing dick.”

Ben: “Ooh...I can feel you sucking me. I’m coming. I’m coming!”

Clara: “Gosh, hearing you moan like that turns me on. I need to touch myself now. I need to come again.”

Ben: “You little vixen you. Let me just get a tissue and we’ll start with round two. Oh, by the way, I’m Ben.”

Clara: “And I’m Clara. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

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