Taste Me, Darling Phonesex

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The scented candles are lit and filling the air with fragrance of honey and sandalwoods. I lie back sensuously in the bubbles and try to make water wash away all the bad memories I have of this day, of yesterday and my fears for tomorrow. My husband is gone on another one of his endless business trips and I am left alone again. I sip white wine and listen to old jazz and languidly trace my fingers over my breasts and then slowly I make my way down to my pussy. I masturbate my clitoris and just as I am going to have orgasm, I stick my fingers deep inside and moaning, I think of that boy, that  hot boy at the restaurant, that boy  none of my “friends” ever look at because he’s just waiter and nobody in my circle ever look at waiters.

To my “friends” waiters and shop girls and maids, anyone without money, they are not even people.  Only me, I look at that boy. I look at him. And of late, I am looking at him a lot.

He is probably about age of my stepson, maybe 18, 19, no more than that. I like to watch him when he doesn’t know and I see his brow go in furls as he is concentrating on something. It’s–cute, I guess you would say. I have fantasy of him with no clothes on, his strong young body plunging into mine in my imaginings, his hard cock filling me up with his desire for me.

Big part of my day is spent preparing myself, like warrior going into battle, to go to lunch with my “friends”. We spend hours at lunch, supposedly planning charity galas to show what good people we are and celebrate ourselves. Mostly during these lunches, they gossip about whichever one of us is not there and whose husband is having affair with whose wife, who has had latest plastic surgery and whether it is done good or bad, all that meaningless nonsense. I look around the table at them and I realize suddenly that I hate every single one of these bitches.

That’s when I first really noticed the boy. And then I notice the days when he is not there and then the day is no good because I have not seen him. And then I wait, my life revolving around when will I see him again. Then when I see him again, I purposefully walk past him because I want him to look at me too. It has been so long since I have felt this way. And then he looks and I can tell that he is liking very much what he sees.

This should not be big deal to me because I am beautiful woman. I have made whole career of being beautiful woman. But this time, when that boy he looks at me and I see the up and down sweep of his eyes, that look that says “Madame, she is beautiful and I want to fuck her“, I feel shock of pleasure almost like small orgasm running through my entire being. So I smile at him and he gives me sweet, shy smile back.

When the other ladies leave that day, they sweep out and ignore everyone as usual, including him. But I stop and linger for moment and our eyes meet. His are eyes of blue-grey like ocean on stormy day and I feel like I want to drown in their depths.

“How was everything today, Madame?”, he says. And I answer, “Everything was wonderful as always, Robert.”

And there it is, that moment, when we both are saying something very different from what we are thinking and we are both thinking that we desire each other intensely.

So yes, I tell him everything was wonderful but what I really long to say to him at that moment is, Taste me, darling.”

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