'My partner told me not to speak when I answered the phone. What happened next was unbelievable.'

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I'm lying on the plush hotel bed, trying to choose something on Netflix when my phone pings.

*Ding*

Hey babe, how was the conference?

A smile spreads across my lips when I see my girlfriend's name pop up on the screen. I type back:

Hey, sexy… Just got back to the hotel and took a loooong hot shower — so good after a huge day of meetings and presos.

*Ding*

Mmm that sounds like the perfect ending to the day. Are you in one of those fluffy hotel bathrobes?

Umm, of course! And I've got a hot date with the room service menu coming up. The only thing that would make this better is if you were here… What are you up to?

*Ding*

Haha, so smooth — hopefully a burger will be a good enough substitute until I see you tomorrow. I'm just at home, thinking about you…

Oh really? And what exactly are you thinking?

*Ding*

I'm thinking about the other night… when you were over… and the fact that the pillow still smells like you... You know what? Don't order room service just yet. I'm going to give you a call. But when you answer, I don't want you to say anything…

Wait, what do you mean???

*Ding*

Trust me… This is going to be fun. Just answer the phone and listen to what I say…

***

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The shrill ring of the phone pierces the air, suddenly thick with tension.

I answer.

"Hey bab—"

"Ssssh, don't say anything, okay? I just want you to listen to me, focus on my instructions," she says.

"First, go and check the inside pocket of your suitcase — I packed you a little something."

I slide off the bed and head for my carry-on, unzipping the front pocket. Fishing around, I find it: my favourite pocket-sized vibrator.

"You're so naughty!" I laugh, but she shushes me.

"I want to have it nearby, okay? You're going to need it for what we're about to do," she tells me.

"Now I want you to get comfortable. Go over to the bed or get on the couch… wherever feels good. I want you to be totally relaxed. Lie back… Close your eyes," she instructs.

I pad back to the bed and throw myself down onto the nest of pillows as she says, "You're going to get yourself off for me right now… and I'm going to help."

This woman…

"I want you to take one hand up to your shoulder… and softly trace your fingers down your arm… along the soft skin. You can use your nails if you want to… trailing your fingertips down to your wrists, and slowly back up again," she says.

"Now softly, gently, drag your fingers across your collarbone… that's right… and start to move downwards. I want you to lightly move your fingertips along the soft skin between your breasts… your upper stomach… graze the undersides of your breasts…" she tells me.

"Now gently — very gently — I want you to brush your fingers over one nipple. And again, keeping your touch light... feel your nipple it get hard…

"Does that feel good?" she asks.

I start to answer, but she interrupts.

"Uh-uh-uuuhhh, didn't I say not to speak?" she says with a soft, sultry, little laugh. "Just listen, remember? Follow my instructions. Take your time and slowly, softly, slide your hand to your other breast," she says, "and I want you to gently draw circles around your nipple with your fingertips

"Is that good?"

I murmur a soft moan in answer.

"Now take your nipple between two fingers, and pinch — just a little. It doesn't have to be hard… but it can be if you want…"

I follow her instructions, a cry escaping my lips as my nipple hardens further under my touch.

"Okay now a little harder…" she instructs.

I do as I'm told, my pussy getting slick, wet.

"I want you to take your hand and start to move it slowly down your body, touching the side of your breast, the soft, delicate skin on your stomach, touching your waist…

"Don't rush," she says. "We have all the time in the world.

"Move your hand down further, touching the outside of your thighs. Now open your legs a little for me… and gently shift your attention to your inner thigh, gently touching the soft skin there… Mmm that's my girl…"

The tension pulsing where my thighs meet is agonising, but I wait for her instruction as I trace my fingers on the silky skin there.

"You're so close — but don't touch yet," she says with a little sultry laugh.

"I know what you want — I know you want to touch. And I'm going to let you now. I want you to take one finger and slowly — so slowly — run it down your centre…" she continues, her voice husky.

"Feel how slick and wet you are for me?" she asks.

She's right, I am. I drag my finger through the wetness pooling at my core and let out a soft cry.

"I love listening to you when you touch yourself," she says.

"Now I want you to take that finger that's been teasing your slit, and slowly slide it inside your pussy," she continues, and I follow her instructions, a slave to the desire building in my body.

"If that feels good, I want you to add another finger and curl your fingers up. Find that spot inside, and imagine they're my fingers you're clenching around," she tells me.

The pressure as I curl my fingers up has me gasping, my breath coming in short, sharp pants.

"I want you to move to your clit. Take your wet fingers and guide them upwards," she tells me.

This woman is relentless, and I can't get enough.

"Gently trace around your clit with your fingertips… find the pressure that feels good, pressing, massaging… I want you to do whatever feels good for you, whatever turns you on.

"Imagine I'm there with you, and it's my tongue on your clit, my mouth on your c**t."

Oh god…

"Take your other hand to one of your breasts and pinch your nipple for me. Remember, they're my hands on you, teasing you, feeling you. You're so f**king gorgeous when you're wet for me…"

I writhe on the bed, whimpering as my thumb circles my clit, the pressure building, insistent, overwhelming. My lips part and I moan, wanting more.

"Hmm, what's that?" she teases. "You want to go faster? You can go faster… I want you to do whatever feels good. I want you to get yourself off for me…"

She knows I'm close and she's taunting me. And I f**cking love every second of it, pressure coiling tighter and tighter, waves of pleasure threatening to break and wash over me.

"You're getting close, aren't you? I can hear it in the sexy little sounds you're making. You're nearly there… you want to cum for me don't you?"

Like she needs to ask, my cries of pleasure filling the hotel room as I creep closer, closer to my cilmax.

"But you can't," she tells me. "Not yet. Slow your movements down… ease off the pressure… breathe… and count down from 10 while the feeling subsides,"

I can barely speak as I pull back from the crest of the wave, my orgasm inching away as she counts for me.

"10… 9… 8… 7… 6 — count with me — 5… 4… 3… 2… 1… good girl," she says, edging me with expert precision.

"Now I want you to push two fingers back inside. Do you feel how wet you are? I love how wet you get for me," she says. "Curl your fingers up and hit that spot, feel how tight you are around your fingers…" she continues.

"Do you want to play with your toy? I want you to use it… Go on, grab your vibrator for me and turn it on."

I feel around on the bed next to me with my free hand, frantically searching for the small vibrator I'd thrown on the bed earlier. My fingers brush its silky silicone form and I grab it and press the on button in one swift move.

"That's it," she says, hearing the low buzzing. "Now put your toy near your clit. Not right on it, not yet. Feel it vibrating against your soft lips, while you keep your fingers moving inside you. I know how much you love it," she says.

"You can go a little faster if you want to, or keep it slow…"

I kick the speed up a notch and move the head to my clit and oooh—

"Don't forget to breathe," she tells me. "And whatever you do, don't stop."

"You're getting closer, I can hear it in the way you moan and whimper. I can't wait for you to cum for me… I love listening to you letting go."

It's torture, sweet, blissful, torture, the promise of the orgasm sitting there just out of reach.

"Let go — you are so fucking gorgeous when you let go," she instructs. "Don't be afraid to make noise, I want to hear you cum for me…

"You're doing so good… just let go, mmm yeah…. Keep going, don't stop. You're such a good girl…"

Those words are my undoing. My core clenches as I fall over the edge, my climax radiating through my whole body. I cry out, lost to the wave after wave of fire coursing through every nerve. My thighs tremble against the sheets and my back arches as I ride out each pulse of pleasure, suspended outside reality for seemingly endless moments.

Slowly, slowly, I fall back to reality. I'm panting, my sweat cooling on my skin. My phone lies discarded beside me, but she's still on the line, listening to every moment.

"Can I… can I speak yet?" I ask, panting, my racing heart slowly returning to normal.

She laughs.

"Goodnight babe. Enjoy your room service."

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