It’s hard being so far away from her. It doesn’t get any easier. Being separated by 3,000 miles is never an easy task, but especially so when you are so madly in love and lust as my wife and I are. Jo’s in New York at the moment, and I’m stuck in Los Angeles. Sometimes my services are required on the Left Coast as well, and I get paid very well for it. Very, very well if you catch my drift. It’s funny, that we are so open with our sexuality, so free with it always. But we are still able to keep it to ourselves when we are apart from each other (outside of “Professional Engagements” of course).
When I heard her voice over the line this morning, I couldn’t help myself but to picture her. Her creamy, perfect skin, delicately hung on her perfect body, covering her perfect, perky breasts, her perfectly amazing ass, and every other little crevasse and perfect corner of her body. Her beautiful face the crowning glory of this picture of perfection. I can see her eyes sparkling, her full lips, moist with saliva, her tongue darting hungrily between them, her biting her bottom lip gently, looking so hungry, so hungry for my throbbing cock. I tell her that I can see her, that in my mind, she’s right in front of me.
It wasn’t long before I told her how badly I wished I could make love with her. I told her how I would kiss her if she were here with me, my hand behind her waist, other hand at the nape of her neck, pulling her tightly against me. Letting my tongue slide slowly between her hungry lips, I bite her lip gently, pull her tighter against me, and let my hand slide down between her gorgeous ass cheeks, just letting my fingertips brush softly against the lips of her dripping wet pussy. I knew by this time that her pussy really was dripping wet, and I could hear her moaning softly and panting a bit on the other end.
“Go on”, she tells me, and I’m only all too happy to oblige her as I slip my now rock hard, throbbing cock out of my jeans and continue. Tighter I pull her against me, almost lifting her as I kiss her deeply, biting her lip just a little bit harder. My hand again slides between her legs, and this time I let my finger slightly part her pussy lips, just enough to feel how wet she is. I let some of her juices stay on my finger, so I can taste her… So sweet, so delicious. She really does have the most incredibly delicious pussy I’ve ever tasted. This time as I let my hand slide back down between her ass cheeks, I mean business, so I lift her leg and wrap it around me, as I gently pick her up onto the bed and lay her down softly.
As I climb up and let the tip of my cock brush against her rock hard little clit, she lets out a beautiful little whimper, and I know that she’s touching herself now… “I have my toy now” she says, but I already knew by the noise she had just made. “Stroke your cock” She tells me next, as if I had not been already. We spent the next ten minutes working Pro Bono for each other, and it was amazing. It was like I was there, it was like we were in the bed together. I could see her face, feel her skin, smell her hair and taste her pussy, and it was unbelievable. I’m sure that she could taste my cock, feel my sweat under her fingertips, and feel every touch, every kiss, every caress and every stroke of my huge cock inside her.
We came so hard together, and it was one of the best orgasms either one of us had had in a while. I know this because it made Jo squirt, and I came on the ceiling somehow. These are both slightly unusual occurrences. It’s only the second time either one of us had ever had phone sex that wasn’t for work, and the first was a few days before, but after that I think that we both seem quite happy to continue to enjoy each other when we’re far away. We both know that there is not another person on this planet that can turn either one of us on like the other. It’s funny, but you don’t realize how much you love someone, or how much they really turn you on until they aren’t around. Anyway, I guess in closing we just want to say, never let anyone tell you that there’s no joy in working Pro Bono.
I’m not naive, you always seem to talk about other guys cocks. I know you like me to go into full detail when I have sex with a guy. I always notice how you want me to describe his cock; the length, thickness, ect. You seem to get super excited when I describe my blow jobs and you always ask me how the pre-cum tastes.
