Velvet Whispers

"Hi Sugar." Liza's voice was soft and husky, not it's usual speaking tone. "How's my man tonight?" She had also added just a hint of a southern accent, which softened and lengthened each word.

"I'm just great now that I can hear your voice, Liza."

Liza shifted the phone to her other shoulder and settled back into her overstuffed lounge chair in the small room that was her private space. "I'm so thrilled that you called."

"You knew I would. It's Tuesday, you know."

"I do know, but sometimes you are really naughty and disappointment me." She had already double-checked to be sure that the door was closed and locked and now she reached up and turned off the light. The room was now lit only by mid-evening moonlight shining through the window. She could close the blinds, but Liza liked the softening effect the moonlight had on her psyche. "I just hate it when you're naughty."

"I like being naughty with you, Liza," the man purred.

"Mmm," she purred back. "Maybe we should be naughty together. What should we do?"

After a slight pause, he said, "Let's take a walk in the woods."

"Good idea." Liza created her picture of him, walking beside her between tall trees, the air filled with the smell of pine. He was tall, with broad shoulders, long fingers, a broad chest and narrow hips. Mentally she created his face, all planes and angles, with a firm jaw and soft lips. His eyes were deep blue with raven lashes that matched the wavy black hair he wore long, gathered at the nape of his neck with a leather thong. "Yes, let's," she said. "Will you hold my hand?"

"Oh yes," the man said, his voice soft yet clear despite the miles between them.

"It's so cool here in the shade of the trees, but your hand is warm, and I can feel the heat travel up my arm and warming all of me. Are you warm too?" She felt in the near-darkness for the glass of wine she had placed on the table beside her chair and took a silent sip. As she always did she felt a delicious tingle all over.

"You know I am," he said.

"It's so quiet here," she continued. She lifted her long hair from the back of her neck and draped it over the back of the chair. "Our footsteps are almost completely silent on the deep carpet of pine needles. I can hear a bird, far away, it's song faint and almost melancholy. The sky is so blue that it almost hurts my eyes. The breeze is cool, but the pockets of bright sun are warm and each time we walk from shadow to brightness I turn my face up to the heat and feel it through my body. "

"What are you wearing? Tell me how you look."

She already knew his preferences. "Well, you know that you're tall enough to tower over me. I like having to look up to see your handsome face. I'm wearing my hair in a single braid down my back, and there's only a slender black ribbon at the bottom holding it together. It will be easy for you to remove."

"And the rest of you?"

Liza could hear his breathing, now a bit heavy. "I'm wearing a peasant blouse of soft white cotton. It's been washed so many times that the fabric is almost transparent. And I have on that full, dark green skirt that I know you like so much and soft leather sandals. I'm afraid that I had so little time to dress this morning that I didn't put on anything underneath my clothes. It's a bit embarrassing."

"Oh baby," the man said, " you know me too well."

"I'm afraid that from your height, you can see right down the front of my blouse. I can't help it if the cool wind makes my nipples hard. I hope you won't look."

There was a soft chuckle. "Of course I won't look," he said.

In her chair, Liza unbuttoned her blouse and slid her palm over her satin-covered breasts. In the dark she almost became the girl in the woods. "I'm so glad I can trust you that way. Let's walk for a ways. I know there's a small stream just over that little hill. If we're feeling brave, we can wade through the cold water to the big flat rock in the middle. It will be a nice place for us to sit and talk." She was silent for a moment, then continued. "Do you like it here? Of course you do. I knew you'd like this place. The sun is shining through the branches of the huge trees that line the stream and, as the wind blows softly, the sunlight sparkles on the smoothly flowing water. Shall we cross to that rock?"

"Oh yes. We really should."

"Good. But you wouldn't want to ruin your beautiful leather boots, would you? Sit down here on the bank and take them off. Shall I help you? Of course I should. I'll just unlace them. You know it's hard for me to keep my hands off your muscular thighs, but I'm a bit embarrassed and I really shouldn't touch you."

"It's all right. You can touch me." His voice was hoarse with excitement.

"Are you sure?"

His, "Yes," was no more than a long drawn out sigh.

"Oh your legs are so hard and tight and sexy," she said. "I love to slide just the tips of my fingers over your knees and then up your beautiful thighs. I want to touch that large bulge at the front of your pants, but I don't dare, so I'll stop my hands and just pull off your boots. Why don't you take your shirt off too so you can enjoy the warm sunshine?"

"Will you take your blouse off too?"

"Sugar, I knew you were a naughty boy." She paused. "You are so beautiful without your shirt. Your chest is hairless and so smooth. Your abdomen is rippled with muscles, so hard I just love to touch it." She laughed. "No, I shouldn't do that. Instead, I'm going to kick off my sandals and run through the water to the big flat rock out it the middle of the stream. Can you see it?"

"Yes."

"Ooh, it's hard to climb out of the water onto this rock. The stones in the stream are mossy and quite slippery. Okay, I've got hold now. Good. I can sit on top. Ummm. The rock is almost hot from the sun. I've left wet footprints on the stone. Are you coming? I can see you standing there on the stream bank, so handsome and sexy. I'll pull my blouse off over my head if you want so you can see my large breasts. I'll just put it over here. Do you like the way I look?"

"Yes. I'm going to wade to your rock."

"I'm going to remove the ribbon from my hair. I run my fingers through it and pull my brown curls over my chest, but they don't quite keep my nipples from poking through. They're so hard and tight. I guess it's from thinking about you and your gorgeous body." She sighed deeply. "I'm going to lie down on the warm stone. Oh yes. I can feel the heat against the bare skin of my back. Do you need any help climbing onto the rock?"

"Not at all. I like being here with you."

"It's good to have you here beside me now." She paused. "Oh look. You've gotten the bottoms of your pants-legs wet. Why don't you take your pants off and lay them out on the rock so they can dry? Come on, take them off. No one can see." She paused for a heartbeat. "There. Isn't that better? Oh my," she said. "You're not wearing anything under those pants, you naughty boy. Lie down on your back and let the rock warm your tight buttocks. Shall I warm you too?"

"Mmm," his voice purred.

"Maybe I'll just cuddle against you with my breasts pressed against your chest. Can you feel my hard nipples against your smooth skin? The contrast between the cool breeze and the warm sun is so exciting. And we're here in the open. If any people come by, they'll know what we're doing. Do we care?"

"Of course not. We just care about each other."

"That's so wonderful. I love the feel of you. May I kiss you?"

"Oh yes."

"Your mouth is so soft, yet strong. Part your lips so I can taste you. You taste so good." She waited just a moment. "You don't know what I'm doing. I've got my fingers in the cold water and now I'm going to drip icy water on your swollen shaft. Oooh that's cold. Shall I warm it with my mouth?"

"Oh God."

"Your cock is so hard it's standing straight up, urging me to take it between my lips. When I open my mouth wide, I can barely take all of you. I'm doing my best to surround your cock with my hot, wet mouth and I can suck most of you inside. You taste so good. I suck you deep into my mouth, then pull back, over and over until that cock is so hard it's almost painful. Now I'm sitting up, watching you stare at my body. I know how much you want me. You want to grab me, but I know you won't. You're so patient and you let me set the pace."

"But I'm so hungry."

"I know and I'll bet that the cool air on your wet cock feels sooo sexy. Would you like to suck my nipples?" Liza sighed and pulled her bra cups down and pinched her own erect nipples. The picture in her head was making her really hot.

"I love sucking you," he said.

"Yes. Suck me. I'm going to climb over you so my big breasts hang over your mouth. Don't raise your head. Let me do it. I slowly lower my breast until the nipple brushes your lips. Now open your mouth. Yes, like that." She pinched again and felt the shards of pleasure rocket through her. "I love it when you suck me, but that's not enough for me now. I need you inside me. Your large cock will fill me so completely. I'm going to move lower and touch your rigid staff with my wet pussy. Then I'll spread my skirt so that it covers us both. No one can see the secrets we hide beneath the dark green cotton. I've got the tip of you against my wetness. Do you want to be inside?"

"Oh God. Oh God."

"Not too fast. I like it really slow. Millimeter by millimeter I lower myself onto you. My body's so hot and wet. Do you want to thrust into me? I know you do, but be patient. Let me go sooo slowly until you fill me completely. Yes, like that," she purred. Without changing her voice pattern, she unzipped her jeans and wiggled them down over her hips. Then she inserted her fingers between her thighs and rubbed her bottom against the soft leather of the chair. "Like that." She found her clit and rubbed. "Just like that. If we keep doing that, I'm going to come. Are you?"

"Yes," he said, his breathing now rapid and raspy.

"I'm raising up on my knees and then dropping suddenly onto your stiff cock. Over and over I raise and lower." She rubbed. "Just a few more times. Do it for me. Drive that big cock of yours into my hungry body." With the help of her experienced fingers, Liza came.

"Yes," the man said. "Just another moment." He paused, then groaned. "Yes," he whispered.

Liza panted, the telephone lying against her shoulder. "That was wonderful, as always, Sugar."

"Yes, it was. Maybe I can call you again next Tuesday."

"I'll look forward to hearing from you."

***

A hundred miles away, the man hung up the phone then took a tissue and wiped the semen from his liver-spotted hand and his now-flaccid cock. As he stretched back on his bed he thought about his wife of forty-three years, now gone for more than two. I used to be like that man in Liza's story, he thought, and Myra was like the woman, so hot and receptive. Oh baby, I miss you so much, he thought, but Liza fills some of the emptiness and I know you wouldn't mind.

Bless Liza.

Bless Velvet Whispers.

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