It was one of those evenings.

I was between lovers and hadn't had sex for three whole days and nights. Desperate, I sprawled on the floor and tried the number of Frank, an old flame. There was no answer so I left a message. Now horny and disappointed on top of being frustrated, I sank into my comfy chair and tried to think who else I could call.

The boy did so love my nipples. Just thinking of how he used them made them prickle so hard that I couldn't help but bare them as I dialed. Oh well! There was nothing for it but to...

I slithered out of my dress and down deep into my chair. My thighs spread to hook my knees over the arms. If the phone company wasn't going to help, I'd just let my fingers do the walking. A few minutes dabbling in the soft hot wet and I was soooooo close - and the phone rang. With my voice hoarse from lust, I croaked, "Hello?" "That you, Baby?" I managed to grunt, at least. "Horny?" I gasped a, "Yes." "I can't get there, now, but let me help you out a bit. Baby, I want you to do exactly as I tell you. While I talk to you I'm going to be stroking myself. You like to watch that, don't you?"