Mutual Masturbation Magic

The rain hammered against the hotel room window, a relentless rhythm mirroring the frantic beat of my heart. It had been a long day of meetings, a day filled with the sterile air of corporate indifference, and the insistent drone of my client’s voice. But now, in this anonymous room miles from home, the thought of Lucy consumed me. Her image, vibrant and sensual, flashed in my mind’s eye, a beacon in the desolate landscape of my business trip. The clock on the nightstand read 7:34, and the loneliness was a tangible weight pressing down on me. Just as I was succumbing to the pull of this unwelcome solitude, my phone buzzed, shattering the silence. It was her.

“Hello, babe,” I said, my voice a little rough, a little desperate. “I was just thinking about you actually.”

A low, seductive chuckle crackled through the line. “Are you naked yet?”

A smile tugged at my lips despite myself. “As a matter of fact, I am.” The honesty felt both reckless and strangely liberating. I wondered if she was pulling my leg, if this was just a cruel tease.

“And are you lying in that big hotel bed, nice and horny, Maxx?” Her voice dripped with playful anticipation. There was no hint of doubt, no questioning of my feelings. It was as if she knew me intimately, as if she could see straight through my carefully constructed facade.

“If I wasn’t 10 seconds ago, I am now! You know me well enough to know that I always get super horny when I hear you talk like that.” The urgency in my voice betrayed the longing that burned within me. I yearned for her touch, her scent, the electric connection we shared.

“I wish I was there right now,” she whispered, the words laced with a palpable desire. “I would make you very horny.”

“So then tell me, are you still dressed? Are you touching yourself?” The question hung in the air, charged with unspoken excitement.

“No to the first question, and YES, YES, and YES to the second,” came her reply, a breathless confession. “I just thought you could use a little assistance while you played with yourself. I miss you tonight.”

A shiver ran down my spine, a primal response to the heat radiating from her voice. How could she know me so intimately, so completely? It felt as though she possessed a secret portal into my mind, a window into my deepest desires.

“I enjoy the thought of you being unable to stop fantasizing about me,” she giggled, her laughter a siren’s call. “And how about you? Do you have your favorite toy with you too?”

“I do,” she replied, her voice a low purr. “I’m holding my little purple monster now.” Instantly, a faint buzzing filled the line, followed by the unmistakable click of a switch. A wave of heat washed over me, a potent reminder of our shared fantasies.

“Mmmmm,” I breathed, unable to resist the pull of the moment. The familiar pleasure surged through me as I pictured her, alone in her bed, lost in her own sensual exploration.

“I want to hear how you feel, every moan, every gasp,” I urged, my voice thick with desire. “Please don’t be quiet. I want to hear it all.” The silence stretched, punctuated only by the rain and the frantic beating of my heart. Then, a wave of moans, soft and insistent, filled the line.

“I think I can make that happen,” she whispered, her voice laced with anticipation. And then, the sounds began – a symphony of pleasure, a torrent of release. I closed my eyes, savoring every note, every vibration, every whispered word.

“I’m ready,” I declared, my voice trembling with anticipation. “I want you to imagine I’m in the room with you. I don’t get to touch you… not this time. I just get to watch you please yourself, knowing that you’re thinking about me.”

“Okay!” she replied, her voice breathless. “Are you trying to work me into a frenzy right off the bat?”

“That’s exactly my intention. Now, are you picturing me in the room, sitting at the foot of our bed? You notice that I am completely naked and my cock is hard and dripping lots of pre-cum.” The image solidified in my mind, a potent mix of longing and desperation.

“Oh, yeah,” she confirmed, her voice laced with arousal. “I have a very clear mental picture of you. I can see how hard you are, and your head is big and purple.” Her words fueled my fantasies, igniting a fire within me.

“Good,” I responded, my voice taking on a raw edge. “Now, you don’t get to play with your toy yet. First, while you’re staring at me, I want you to run your hands over your body.”

“Okay. I’m following your directions, clearly picturing you at the foot of our bed. I’m running my fingernails over my bare stomach. Mmmmmm. That just caused me to shiver,” she replied, her voice vibrating with pleasure. “Now I’m moving my hands higher, gently caressing under my breasts.”

“You’re getting ahead of me, Lucy. But carry on. Run your nails over your nipples, too.” The sound of her gasp was unmistakable, a clear sign of her escalating pleasure.

“I’m very wet,” she purred, her voice breathless. “Describe for me what you are doing, honey. Stroke your cock for me.”

I began to describe my actions in graphic detail, painting a vivid picture of my own arousal. I felt a surge of heat as I focused on her voice, her touch, her presence. The rain continued to fall, a constant reminder of the distance between us, but it no longer mattered. I was lost in a world of sensation, a world crafted entirely from her voice and her desires.

“Now, I want to see more. With one hand, reach down and spread yourself open for me slightly.” I shifted my position in bed, feeling a sense of anticipation building within me.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this… but… I’m lying on my back and my nipples are hard as rocks. I have my legs drawn up, and I’m holding myself wide open for you. You notice that I am completely naked and my cock is hard and dripping lots of pre-cum.” Her words were a confirmation of my own fantasies, a validation of my deepest desires.

“Good,” I said, my voice choked with emotion. “Now, I want you to continue with your hand placements, spreading yourself open for me and letting me see everything.”

“Okay. I’m following your directions, clearly picturing you at the foot of our bed. I’m running my fingernails over my nipples and my clit, which feels so good.” She continued her instructions, her voice growing more intense with each passing moment.

“Now, I want you to take one hand and run it up your slit. Move your fingers slowly to get the full sensation. Mmmm.”

“Oh, yes, I am,” she said, her voice a low moan. “I have never experienced anything like this before. It feels so good.”

“Feel it,” I urged, my voice barely a whisper. “Let yourself go.”

“I think I can make that happen,” she replied, her voice trembling with pleasure. The sounds of her body responding to my words filled the line, a symphony of ecstasy.

“I want to hear every moan, every gasp,” I said, my voice filled with longing. “Please don't stop talking to me. Keep me engaged and excited.”

“You got it, baby,” she replied, her voice dripping with anticipation. “Let me show you how much I love you.”

The sounds intensified, growing louder and more insistent. I felt a surge of heat as my own body responded to her arousal, my cock growing hard and throbbing with pleasure.

“Now, I want you to turn the power up on your toy, push it in deep, and keep it there while those little bunny-ears focus just on your clit.” Her instructions were explicit, demanding, and they filled me with a sense of anticipation.

“Mmmmm,” she moaned, her voice thick with pleasure. “The sensation is incredible. It feels as if my entire body is vibrating.”

“Good,” I said, my voice trembling with excitement. “Don’t stop, baby. Keep it going.”

“I’m sorry, I can’t keep going,” she said, her voice strained. “My pussy is so wet that it is dripping down the crack of my arse. My hips are shaking, and my legs are trembling. It's all too much for me right now.”

“Oh, my sexy, juicy Lucy. You are so fucking sexy! Keep working your vibrator on your clit. See me stroking myself as I watch. I love the sight of you pleasing yourself!”

“I can’t believe I’m doing this, but I’m lying on my back and my nipples are hard as rocks. I have my legs spread apart, and they’re trembling. You have me so excited and wet; I can hardly stand it. I am moving my hands all over my body and every part that I touch is so alive and sensitive. My pussy is so wet that it is dripping down the crack of my arse.”

“Yes. I know. Now, you don’t get to play with your toy yet. First, while you’re staring at me, I want you to run your hands over your body.”

“Okay. I’m following your directions, clearly picturing you at the foot of our bed. I’m running my fingernails over my bare stomach. Mmmmmm. That just caused me to shiver,” she said. “Now I’m moving my hands higher, gently caressing under my breasts.”

“You’re getting ahead of me, Lucy. But carry on. Run your nails over your nipples, too.” Abruptly, a very audible gasp came across the connection. “Ahhhhh… That just made them so hard and very alive.”

“You sound as if you are really enjoying this.”

“My nipples,” she replied as if not hearing my last remark. “They are extremely, super-sensitive right now.”

“Mmmmm… Yes, I can see that. Your tits are so beautiful. Your nipples are so large and firm. I want you to take one and twist it lightly between your fingers.”

“Ohhhh,” she cried out. “It feels so good; they’re getting rock hard in my hands. I can feel how my pussy responds when I twist them.”

“Yes, I know. Now, move your hands down lower, past your stomach. Run them over your thighs. Now, I want you to spread your legs wide for me. Remember, I’m right there at the foot of our bed, and I want to see and hear everything. Show yourself to me. Tell me what I’m seeing.”

“I can’t believe I’m doing this… but… I’m lying on my back and my nipples are hard as rocks. I have my legs spread apart and they’re trembling. You have me so excited and wet; I can hardly stand it. I am moving my hands all over my body and every part that I touch is so alive and sensitive. My pussy is so wet that it is dripping down the crack of my arse.”

“Good. Now, I want to see more. With one hand, reach down and spread yourself open for me slightly.” I shifted my position in bed, feeling a sense of anticipation building within me.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this… but… I’m lying on my back and my nipples are hard as rocks. I have my legs spread apart and they’re trembling. You have me so excited and wet; I can hardly stand it. I am moving my hands all over my body and every part that I touch is so alive and sensitive. My pussy is so wet that it is dripping down the crack of my arse.”

“It’s time,” I said. “Do yourself hard for me… Do it… Do it faster…” I continued listening to her moan louder and louder.

“I am cumming, Oooohh, Fuck! Fuck! Fuuuuuuck!” Her voice got loud through the receiver, and I knew exactly what her face looked like at this moment of her pleasure. At that very moment, I too let out a gasp, and within a few seconds, we were both in full climax together on the phone. It was almost as if we were in the act of lovemaking in person. It could not have been timed any better.

I could hear her cheering for me as I released, which was even sexier. I needed to cum so badly. I cupped my balls and wrapped my hand firmly around my shaft, stroking for all I was worth. My hips shook and bounced up and down on the bed, my body supported only by my feet and my head. My thighs clenched together trapping my balls as my cock released a long-sought ecstasy. I finally collapsed back down on the hotel bed, not able to breath for a few seconds. It took me another minute to calm down enough to realize I had dropped the phone. The only sounds I heard now were faint whimpers of pleasure coming over the line.

“Are you there?” I asked.

“I’m here,” she replied, her voice still breathless.

“That was amazing to listen to,” I said.

“Mmm,” she purred back. “I’m glad you enjoyed it. It was amazing for me, too.”

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