I Love me Some Rollover Minutes

Tabitha’s voice was what attracted me to her. Don’t get me wrong. It wasn’t the only thing that attracted me to her. I was also a big fan of her large breasts and her dark red hair. She had this way that she moved her hips when she walked that caused me and other men to literally stop so we could watch her swagger through the office.

When she called me up out of the blue one Monday evening after work, I was a little surprised. I let it ring and answered it as if I didn’t have a care in the world.

“Kevin here,” I said.

“Hey, it’s Tabi… you know, from work…”

I knew who she was, but I played it off. “Yeah, yeah, I think I’ve seen you around on the 14th floor.” I didn’t want to tell her I’d been trying to plan my trips around the building delivering mail to coincide with where she was going to be. That would just be creepy, though.

“I’ve seen you watching me, you know,” she said, taking me off guard. “It’s kinda cute.”

Was she reading my mind?

“So anyway, it was extra stressful and I was needing a way to unwind and I was wondering if you might listen in while I have a little go at relieving some of the stress?”

That’s it, she was reading my mind. “Um, yeah, sure,” I managed to say into the phone. I leaned back into the couch wondering what she would say next.

“Feel free to touch yourself too,” she said. I didn’t need any encouragement as I undid my pants. “I just love the way your voice sounds,” she sang into the phone, “It makes me so hot… tell me what you’re doing.”

I started talking to her, not knowing what I was going to say next, just going with the flow. I knew I was hitting the right words as she began to moan louder and louder through the phone. Then she began to talk to me, taking me through what she was doing to me, what she was seeing, what she was feeling, what she was wanting to do.

And my hands moved over my body bringing me closer and closer to the point of no return. We both went back and forth, knowing when to talk and when to shut up and let the other half have a go at letting go with words, working the other one up.

We reached a moment where we were both at the peak and we stopped speaking and the moans escaping from our mouths told the whole story. And her voice made me hotter and my voice made her hotter and soon we were both not able to hold back any longer.

She hit the peak and her shriek caused me to release across the room as her soft moans continued to reach out to me through the phone.

“Alright,” she said suddenly, “I’ll see you at work tomorrow. Call me later if you get bored.”

With that she hung up and I sat on my couch, phone in one hand and my little monster in the other, wondering if what had just happened had really just happened. Two hours had passed. I love rollover minutes.

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