"You know, it's a shame you decided to stay late." A sultry voice announced down Sara's mobile when she answered. For a moment curiosity warred with the knowledge that asking why always got her in trouble. If its one thing Sara had learned in her time dating Sofia, curiosity was not always a good thing.
"How come?" She asked, curiosity once again beating her mind to her mouth.
"Because I'm lying on my bed naked thinking of all the fun things we could be doing together. It's unfortunate when your home alone feeling so terribly horny and there's no one to play with. Although …" A mischievous note crept into the blonde's voice. In the back of Sara's mind a little matador was waving his red flag in warning. But once again Sara found herself being pulled along.
"Although what?"
"You are on the other end of this line. That should be good enough for a little re-enactment." Sara swallowed hard. She took a quick glance around but was relieved to see that no one was near.
"Do you remember that night my little slut when I tied you to my bed and made you watch me? Securely bound and unable to get free, your eyes blazing with frustrated passion as you watched my every move. I remember lying back in the chair I had positioned at the foot of the bed, spreading my legs wide open. Like I'm doing right now. My pussy wet and glistening from watching you strain against your bonds. Tell me you remember seeing that." Sofia's voice took on that quiet commanding tone that Sara found impossible to resist.
"I remember seeing your wet pussy Lady." Sara was surprised to hear the quiver in her voice. She suspected that if she were to slide her hands inside her pants she would find they were no longer dry.
"Good slut. I want you to sit there quietly and listen to me. My hand slid down my body and I began to play with my clit. Rubbing it in slow circles." The slight hoarseness left Sara in no doubt that Sofia's actions matched her words. She bit her lip to prevent a whimper from escaping.
"Occasionally I'd dip my fingers inside. Finger-fucking myself while you looked on helpless. It was such a rush. It still is. Knowing you're on the other end of the line, helpless to do anything except listen to me masturbate. I'd draw my juices back out and coat my clit in them, making an exquisite friction. Ohhhh." Sofia voice trailed off into a series of moans. Sara could feel her own, deeply frustrated arousal building at the sound.
"Do you remember what I did next?" Sara didn't need the buzz in the background to be able to answer that question. "I took a vibrator and began to fuck myself with it. And you still had to keep watching. I'm sliding that same vibrator into me now slut. Oh god… it feels so good. I can see it glistening with my juices each time I withdraw it. Ohhhh yes." With that Sofia drifted off into a series of incoherent moans.
Sara eyes had closed as the sounds washed over her. Behind her eye lids the scene was replaying itself in full technicolour. She felt trapped, unable to do anything except keep listening as Sofia continued to pleasure herself. She was dimply aware of the tight wet pulsing between her own legs. One she wanted to relieve so badly but was unable to.
As Sofia climaxed, Sara felt herself almost shake in sympathy. On a one to ten scale of arousal she was about a twenty. It took almost everything she had to stay still and quiet. Slowly Sofia's breathing evened out again.
"Tell me my slut, next time your shift finishes and I'm here alone, will you come here and be used by me or will you carry on working?"
"I'll come to you Lady." A dry chuckle made its way down the line to Sara's ear.
"Good. I'll expect to see you soon."
