Disclaimer: See Chapter 1
Chapter 6
The ringing of J.R.'s private line interrupted the meeting. Bobby picked it up before J.R. could reach it.
"Hello lover," a sultry voice on the other end said.
Bobby handed the phone to J.R. "It's for you," he said, a look of disgust on his face.
J.R. took the phone from Bobby's hand. "Hello," he said.
"That was Bobby wasn't it?" asked Sue Ellen leaning back in her office chair.
"Uh huh," said J.R.
Sue Ellen was surprised at J.R.'s response until she realized the reason for it. "He's standing right there, isn't he?"
"Yep," answered J.R. turning his back on Bobby and the others in attendance.
"Dammit," said Sue Ellen, sitting forward in her chair. "There goes my chance at interesting conversation during lunch," she added, exasperated.
"Is that a fact," replied J.R. He was now intrigued. He wondered what Sue Ellen meant by interesting conversation.
"Yes, it's a fact. I suppose now I'll have to spend my lunchtime doing paperwork rather than flirting with and teasing my husband," she said, idly thumbing through the stack of paperwork sitting on her desk.
"J.R. …the meeting," Sue Ellen heard Bobby's loud voice say. J.R. gripped the telephone receiver tightly in his hand, resisting the urge to pop Bobby in the mouth. Turning to glare at his brother J.R. replied, "Alright…"
Huffing in exasperation Sue Ellen said, "I better let you go before Bobby pitches a fit. I'll see you tonight, darlin'."
J.R. barely managed to say "…have a good day…" before he heard the dial tone. Hanging up the phone he rejoined the meeting, his mood now bordering on unpleasant.
J.R. stalked to his office bar; grabbing a rock crystal tumbler, he poured himself a large glass of club soda. Upending the sleeve of headache powder directly into his mouth he washed it down with the club soda before moving back to his desk and sitting down. J.R. leaned his head back against his office chair and pinched the bridge of his nose, squeezing his eyes shut. He had a headache the size of the Panhandle and it had Bobby's name written all over it.
"Why can't that boy just listen for once," muttered J.R. rubbing the bridge of his nose. J.R. took deep breaths, forcing himself to relax so the headache medicine could do its job. Continuing to breathe deeply, he let his mind wander to his earlier short conversation with Sue Ellen.
'I wonder what she meant by interesting conversation?' he mused. He knew what he hoped she meant but he had a hard time believing Sue Ellen would engage in phone sex. On the other hand…'hell I've been wrong before' he thought. J.R. shifted in his chair, just the thought of Sue Ellen and phone sex was arousing him. He tried to think of something else, anything else but his imagination had eagerly embraced the idea of Sue Ellen whispering her most erotic fantasies to him over the phone line and refused to relinquish control. The ringing of his private line interrupted his fantasy musing and he angrily picked it up.
"J.R. Ewing here," he barked into the receiver.
A brief silence greeted his words before a sultry voice said, "Hello lover. Do you have time to talk?"
At the sound of his wife's sultry, sensual voice J.R. sighed and replied, "Yes…yes I do. I was just sitting here thinking about you."
"Oh really?"
"Yea…I was wondering what ya meant by interestin' conversation."
"What do you think I meant?" teased Sue Ellen.
"I don't know darlin' but I know what I wish ya meant," replied J.R. his voice deepening. J.R. leant back in his chair and placed his feet on his desk. He reached down to adjust his growing arousal.
"And if I told ya that what you wish I meant is exactly what I did mean, what would you say to that?" asked Sue Ellen.
"I'd ask you if your door was locked."
"Locked, nice and tight. My jacket and shoes are off and I am stretched out on the couch with my legs crossed at the ankles," Sue Ellen said huskily.
J.R. closed his eyes at the image Sue Ellen painted. Breathing deeply J.R. said, "Uncross your legs Sugar."
"But a lady never sits with her legs uncrossed," protested Sue Ellen demurely. She imagined the smile on J.R.'s face and tried not to giggle. "But since you asked so nicely…they're uncrossed now."
"Good Sugar. Stockings or hose?" asked J.R., unsure of what she was wearing, as she was dressed before he got out of the shower this morning.
"Stockings," Sue Ellen said. "Along with garter belt, panties and camisole," she added huskily.
The deep groan from J.R. had Sue Ellen smiling. "Take off you skirt, Sugar," he said.
'It's already off," Sue Ellen replied. "Didn't I tell you that?" she asked coyly.
"God…no…no you didn't Sugar. I should punish you for that," growled J.R. imagining Sue Ellen lying on the dark rust leather couch in her office.
"And how would you punish me cowboy?" asked Sue Ellen.
"I'd take ya across my knee and spank ya for being such a tease," growled J.R.
"Mmmm…I might like that cowboy," replied Sue Ellen. "J.R.?"
"Yea Sugar?"
"Unzip your pants," said Sue Ellen.
"Sugar…," J.R. began to say.
"Please J.R."
"But Sugar…my door's not locked."
"So…," replied Sue Ellen, her voice dropping in tone. "No one should come in and…," she began.
"And what?" asked J.R. intrigued.
"And don't you want to enjoy yourself like I am," said Sue Ellen, moaning softly as her hand slid inside her panties. "I'm so wet cowboy."
"Oh god…Sugar…," groaned J.R. as he dropped his feet to the floor, fumbling with his belt and pants before finally opening them. Reaching inside he bit the inside of his cheek as he pulled himself free of his pants.
"Mmmmm….I like the way I taste darlin'," Sue Ellen said.
"Oh geesu…Sugar…," J.R. moaned, as he lazily stroked himself.
"Do ya like the way I taste darlin'?" asked Sue Ellen softly.
"Yea…," groaned J.R. licking his lips at the memory of Sue Ellen's taste.
"What are ya doin' darlin'? Are you strokin' yourself?" asked Sue Ellen.
"Uh huh…," answered J.R.
"Do ya want to know what I'm doin'?" asked Sue Ellen softly.
"Yeah…," growled J.R.
"I'm runnin' my hands all over my body imaginin' that they are yours," Sue Ellen whispered. "Mmm… your hands always feel so good on my skin. Do ya know what my favourite thing you do is?" she asked huskily.
"No…what?"
"I love to feel your hands when they massage my breasts and my thighs," said Sue Ellen. "Mine just don't feel the same…" husked Sue Ellen, a soft moan escaping as her hands massaged her thighs.
"Oh god…," J.R. growled low.
"I'm still so wet," husked Sue Ellen, her moans filling J.R.'s ears as she pleasured herself.
"Sugar…please…," begged J.R. wanting to hear her tell him exactly what she was doing.
"Do you want to know what I am doin'?" asked Sue Ellen. "Is that it J.R.? Do you want me to tell ya exactly what I am doin'?"
"Yesss…," J.R. hissed, squeezing his erection.
Sue Ellen began to speak. Her movements and words matched. With every syllable she spoke she drove her and J.R.'s desire higher and higher. She fanned the flames of their desire until finally, when she could no longer stand the tension that gripped her body she came, moaning J.R.'s name.
Hearing Sue Ellen moan his name over the phone line, her breathing rapid J.R. pumped his hardened shaft once then twice before biting his lip as he came all over his hand. His harsh breathing sounded loud in Sue Ellen's ear as she slowly recovered.
"Damn Sugar…," panted J.R. his heart hammering in his chest as he recovered from their conversation.
A soft giggle greeted his exclamation. "Are you okay darlin?" asked Sue Ellen softly, her eyes closed as she lay sleepily on the sofa in her office.
"Yea…just a bit messy," J.R. said ruefully.
Sue Ellen laughed.
"Laugh now Miss Texas. But just remember what they say about payback," teased J.R.
Sue Ellen giggled again.
Laughing softly himself J.R. said, "I better get cleaned up before someone, namely Bobby comes in. Thank you Sugar, I definitely enjoyed our conversation."
"You're welcome. So did I J.R.," said Sue Ellen. "I love you," she added.
"Love ya too Sugar. I'll see ya tonight," said J.R. before hanging up the phone. Looking down at himself he shook his head. "Thank God I keep a change of clothes here at the office," he muttered as he walked over to his private bathroom.
Sue Ellen hung up the phone, stretched then stood, dressing again. Sitting down to slip her shoes on she glanced at the clock, it was just after three in the afternoon. Deciding she was too sleepy to concentrate on work she grabbed her purse, unlocked her office door and with a quick word and wave to Kelly she headed home.
She needed a nap.
