Thick Cocks A Voice On The Phone
8 March 2008
Several months went by during which I had frequent conversations with Macy. Naturally I fantasized about what she might look like but I never acted on those fantasies. Then, one day she kind of broke the ice by telling me that she was divorced. She just kind of dropped it into the conversation, in between telling me about an invoice that was due and how was our company stock doing. I doubt she meant anything by it, but women can be wily, so you never know.“Hi there,” she said in that soft, leathery voice of hers. “It’s good to be here.”Macy apparently decided it was time to return the favor. She slid down my body in the most delightful way; caressing my chest, abdomen, cock and balls with her tits as she moved into position. Nice touch!“Hi Macy,” I replied before giving her my name and telling her what I was calling about. Despite my reaction to her, I needed to keep this on a friendly but professional level. We chatted briefly and I continued to be entranced by that incredible voice.Macy scooted into the bathroom, closing the door behind her as I tried to collect my thoughts. A minute or so later, I heard a flush, then the door opened and Macy was turning on the shower spigot, testing the temperature of the water with her hand. When it was just right, she stepped into the shower and looked over her shoulder for me.“I was hoping you would say that,” she said as she began to remove her t-shirt. My heart was pounding. Then, the skirt came off revealing the cutest pink boy cut panties. Macy’s athletic body was now moments away from my view. She unhooked the bra, bringing an absolutely magnificent pair of breasts out into the open. Again, I was unable to speak. I pride myself in my ability to be glib under all circumstances but this day, the glibness just wouldn’t come. The best I could do was stammer something incomprehensible. I never lost sight of the idea that I was about to involve myself in something really special. Macy recognized the effect she was having on me and seemed to really revel in it. With a flick of her wrist, the last remaining garment, the panties, were dropped to the floor. I’m sure my jaw dropped and I was probably also drooling. Men are such putzes, it is no wonder we are easily led around by our dicks.
