I don’t know why I ended up in college. I would have been happy being a farmer’s wife, but my dad had other ideas and wanted me to get an education. I am getting the education, no problems there, but I’m not getting laid.
So what does one do in a big city, with thousands of people, where everyone is afraid to be themselves; or so it seems. I turned to Tinder for a while and got an interesting array of responses. There weren’t many people I would swipe right for, but there were one or two interesting ones. While I was on my phone one evening, I noticed that a woman had swiped me. It made me smile. I was about to get in my car and drive back to the flat but decided to swipe right myself and see what happens. I then got in the car and forgot about it.
Within minutes the phone was going again. I tried to glance at it and find out who it was while concentrating on the journey back to my flat. It was Angela. A message had come through to me ‘can we chat’ it said.
I found a supermarket car park and pulled into it. I picked up the phone and sent a text back. The phone rang.
“Hiya, Angela,” I said, “how are you?”
“I’m fine thanks and you? Are you at home?”
“Yeah, look, I have to be honest, I’m not really into women, it was just that I thought you were very sexy and interesting and a sense of wickedness crept over me. I’m actually in a Tesco car park at the moment, just driving back from college to where I live.”
“Oh right, so not into women at all then, but you never answered my question…”
The silence on the line was unbearable. Either I say no and put the phone down or what?
“Well, not exactly into women, but what question did you ask, by the way.”
“Are you fine?”
“Yes, I am, and thanks for asking. Are you driving?”
“At the moment yeah, It’s OK you’re on speaker phone, it’s not a problem we can still chat. I would like to. Would you?”
“I can chat for a while, I don’t have to be anywhere right now.”
“That’s so cool. Can I just say, I think you have a sexy voice.”
“Really, you’re the first to say that. Most blokes miss that aspect of me.”
“What aspect do they notice? If you don’t mind me asking!”
“My breasts actually. They’re a bit big.”
I glanced to my right and noticed a scruffy looking car pull up next to me. I returned to looking out of the window and slightly turned my body away from it. No matter how far away you park from the main shopping entrance some knob-head always parks next to you. I noticed the car lights went off and continued with my call.
“I bet you have nice breasts, shame you’re not into women?”
It was a rhetorical question.
“It does seem to be a shame. You have kept me talking much longer than most blokes.”
“Maybe, you are just curious?”
“Maybe I am.”
A smile crept across my face as I once more, looked through the main windscreen. I was intrigued to find out what she would say about that. I found myself biting my lower lip waiting for a response.
“I was curious once, but that was ages ago. I just love women now. I don’t know what a bloke is. Why would anyone want one?”
“Have you ever had a cock?”
“Never. Never been interested in men, they seem so immature, while women on the other hand…”
“Hmm, you could be right there.”
I found myself nodding away like a donkey.
“I bet you have lovely hair.”
“What makes you say that?”
“Don’t know, you sound as if you do – that’s all.”
“Well it’s long and blonde, very fine hair.”
I found myself picking up the strands and stroking it in the car.
“I think I would love to let my fingers slide through it, and stroke it, gathering it up from behind and delicately placing it over your breasts. I would… I would gently smooth it while it rested over your nipples.”
I looked down at my hair that was resting over my breasts at the same time as she described the actions.
“My hair is over my breasts now,” I found myself saying, ”I have clothes on though.”
“Yeah clothes are a bit restricting aren’t they. Are you sure you wouldn’t be into women, just for me.”
Her voice was making my heart pound, especially when she giggled and I could hear her laugh. This could only be described as an unusual conversation.
“Not entirely sure. I mean, I may be, I don’t know.”
“Have you ever been with a woman before?”
Crunch time! Did I confess or not. If I confessed then she would have a lever to open my door, if I said no, then she would have to try a lot harder.
“Yes, I have, a long time ago. Well, once with a friend.” I am not sure why I said what I did, it just came out.
“That sounds beautiful.”
I could hear her smiling over the phone.
“It was beautiful, but I wouldn’t call me experienced.”
“That’s what I’m here for, if you want me to!”
My mouth opened and stayed open.
“Let me think about that.”
“OK. So, what about the rest of your body? Can I guess what that’s like? Or are you going to tell me.”
“I’d rather you guessed, you’re bound to get it wrong.”
“Let me see, from the way you speak, your tone and from what you have told me. You are slim yet curvy, big breasted – we know that, long blonde hair – we know that. I bet you have a round face, with a cute nose, not a big one and I bet you have a wonderful pussy. How’s that!”
“Well, I am slim, and curvy and my nose is not big, so not all that bad, I guess.”
“And your pussy?”
“Ha! Well, I think it’s wonderful.”
“I think I would too. So what about me – what do I look like?”
I thought for a while but got nowhere.
“To be honest, I haven’t got a clue. I wouldn’t know whether you are slim or curvy or skinny or fat!”
“You’re obviously not as good as me then!”
“Obviously not!”
“Would you do me a favour, will you answer me a question in a split second without thinking about it?”
“Yeah, I’ll try, if I can.”
“Right now, right this minute, would you like to kiss me?”
“Yes!”
It just came out. In a way, I was waiting for it.
“I love that answer. Pure honesty. Did you blush when you said it?”
I knew that I blushed as well. I was holding the phone delicately in my hand and waiting for her replies; they were like pure oxygen waiting to be sucked into my lungs like a drug. I loved the way she talked. Enticed me, yes, she was seducing me and she was fucking brilliant at it. I was overdosing on pure lustful suggestions.
“I did blush. I don’t know why.”
“I should describe myself so that you’re not disappointed when we meet. I’m actually quite slim, small at about five foot, I have small breasts. I too have a wonderful pussy that’s shaved. It sparkles when it’s wet. I try and keep it wet whenever I can, if you know what I mean. I dress in jeans most of the time, ragged and ripped across the knees, T-shirt and no bra or knickers. There – that’s me!”
Her words intoxicated me. They were like a drug. I found myself wanting her more and more.
“Right. You sound great!”
I didn’t know what else to say. She did sound great, I loved the five foot description. That would make her shorter than me.
“Well, I’m girly. I like dresses, though jeans are good too and I wear typical womens clothes such as blouses. I like dressing up in stockings and suspenders when I go out, but I don’t get out that often. You don’t sound great by the way…I actually loved the way you sounded.”
“Thank you for that…I don’t know where you are but will you do something for me?”
“What is that?”
“Will you take your breasts out and fondle them for me. Pretend I am kissing them.”
I immediately looked around especially at the car to my right. No-one was there. I seriously contemplated it. No, I was going to do it. I put the phone on speaker.
“You’re on speaker. OK,” I said.
“Huh-huh.”
I unbuttoned my top and dug my hands into my bra. I pulled one breast out and then the other until they both rested on top of my bra. I stroked them and rubbed my nipples with the palm of my hands.
“They’re out.”
I smiled as I said the words. It felt wicked.
“Go on, suck your nipples for me, pretend it’s me. What would you tell me to do?”
I wasn’t sure I could say the words. This was a first for me. I had never done this before. I gathered up my left breast and extended my tongue. I licked at the nipple and then flicked it. It felt wonderful. At that moment I wished it was her. I wished it was Angela.
“I wish you were doing this Angela. Lifting my breast as I am doing now and kissing my nipple. I would tell you to suck on them and flick them and nibble them and let your tongue float all over them.”
I actually loved saying those words. Once I had kissed my nipple they just flowed out of me.
“That sounds so fucking horny. Do you wish I was there with you right now?”
“Yes I do. I wish you could lick them for me. I wish you could suck on them and make my nipples hard.”
“Would it stop at your nipples? Would you be brave enough to go further?”
That was it, words are easy, and over the phone they are so very easy. You can say anything to anybody but when it comes to actions. Would I go through with it? I thought about it for a few seconds.
“Fuck, yes!”
Those words! I surprised even myself.
“So do we have a date then?”
I smiled, it was a long smile. I started to pick the phone up and put it to my ear.
“I take that as a yes, then!”
Her words startled me. Out of the corner of my right eye I noticed someone walk towards the car. I had been caught out. As I turned to watch the person walking towards me I started to drop my phone so that I could push my breasts back into my bra. I hoped to fuck it wasn’t the security guard.
I stopped dead in my tracks. My phone was half way between my face and the chair. I stared out of the window to my right. My mouth was open. I heard sounds coming from the phone and I just listened to it while staring at the person walking towards the car.
She was short, slim, wearing jeans that were fucking ripped at the knees. She had on a white T-shirt and she was grinning like a Cheshire cat.
I started to shake my head in disbelief. My mouth was still wide open.
I watched as she walked to the passenger side of the car, opened the door and got in. The last thing she said into her phone was…
“Your breasts look good enough to eat – and I’m hungry.”
She knocked her phone off and put it down. She leant over the seats. Taking my left breast in her hands she lifted it, kissed my nipple and then sucked it into her mouth.
I was hers!
