“Thanks for sticking around to help clean up.”

“It didn’t seem fair to leave you here to do it all on your own.” Roslyn said with a shrug. To be completely truthful, she would have done just about anything to stay in Kyle’s presence for any extended period of time. She’d had a crush on him since starting college in the Fall. That’s when she had moved into the apartment across the hall from his. So, when he had invited her to his parents’ lake house for a party to celebrate the end of the academic year, she’d jumped at the opportunity. It had been fun with the usual loud music, dancing, and drinking, but just like at the apartment building, he didn’t seem to be taking much notice of her. After the party, everyone else had headed home. Not one of them had offered to stay and help clean up. While Roslyn had pretty much given up hope of catching the sort of attention she was wanting from Kyle, she still couldn’t bring herself to miss a few alone moments with him.

Several hours and about eight large trash bags later, they had finished. Now, he had walked her out to her car. Roslyn leaned against the side of her beloved 2008 Charger, which had been a high school graduation gift from her parents. She looked past Kyle’s head at the darkening clouds. It looked like rain would be bursting down at any minute, but she still was trying to think of an excuse to stay.

“I… Well, I meant to tell you that you looked really good. The whole ‘school girl gone bad’ thing really works for you, Roz.” Was Kyle blushing? That wasn’t something she’d been expecting to see. For the party, she had opted for a pleated plaid skirt that didn’t quite meet the usual fingertip length requirements upheld by schools and had paired it with a black top that laced up the front in the styling of a corset. The garment had served well in accentuating her cleavage. She’d finished the look with a pair of knee-high boots and some help from her favorite cosmetics.

Maybe her crush wasn’t as unrequited as she had thought. “Thanks. It’s nice that you noticed.” Her teeth found the flesh of her full, bottom lip, and she watched as Kyle gave her outfit another, very appreciative glance over. Roslyn shivered, but it wasn’t because of the sprinkling of raindrops on her bared arms.

After that, it all came together. She felt one of Kyle’s hands reach toward the back of her head, where he ensnared a fist full of her shoulder length, copper hair. Roslyn’s arms wound around his neck as he pulled her close, and their lips met in a kiss that was a billion times better than what she had been imagining for the past several months. In fact, she was feeling a little weak in the knees.

That didn’t stop her, though, from letting her lips trail along the line of his jaw or from giving his ear a playful little nip. The appreciative groan that this received from Kyle sent a delighted shiver up Roslyn’s spine. His lips, tongue, and teeth worked over the sensitive flesh of her neck and throat, and the young woman was only vaguely aware of her own voice gasping out, “Oh, God…”

Kyle was a cross country runner and possessed a certain masculine grace. With one easy movement, he had Roslyn lifted onto the hood of her car, and since she did not release her hold on him, he had little choice but to join her there. She liked the way it felt to have the heat and heaviness of his body covering hers. Their lips met again, and she didn’t stop his fingers from working at the laces of her corset. Nor did he seem to mind that she was grasping the hem of his shirt and pulling it off over his head. She smiled as her fingers trailed over his bared chest an instant later.

Her creamy breasts spilled forth, revealing puffy pink nipples that Kyle greedily took pleasure in, suckling one and then the other. At some point, it really started to rain, but this didn’t slow them. In fact, it seemed to spurn them both on.

Things progressed and more of their clothing was discarded carelessly on the ground. There were deep kisses and needy caresses. Apparently, Roslyn hadn’t been the only one who’d been craving a delectable romp with the neighbor. By now, Kyle’s pants were somewhere on the gravel, and Roslyn allowed tentative fingers to brush over the length of his already hard shaft. He moaned, and she wrapped her fingers more tightly around his member, stroking it.

“Mm! I’ve wanted this for so long! Kyle, I—Oh! Ohhh…” She cut off in complete ecstasy as skilled fingers found the sensitive little nub of her clitoris. Her lover grinned, gracing her with another kiss.

“Me too, Roz. Ever since the day you moved in across the hall.” He thrust into her then, and she cried out with the intense pleasure of feeling him inside of her. They moved together, each giving as much as they were getting. They were both enjoying this fantasy-turned-reality quite thoroughly.

When it was all over and the both of them were panting in exhausted satisfaction, Kyle kissed away some of the raindrops that streaked her face. “Come inside and dry off?” He stood, pulling her gently to her feet. They quickly gathered their things and raced one another back into the lake house, and Roslyn reflected on how some things were very much worth the wait.

“Have you ever done this before?” Nika teased as she watched her fiancé fuss with the boat from where she sat on the dock. Matt glanced back at her over, his blue tee shirt stretched tight across his broad shoulders. His smile was all mischief as he shook his head.

“Nope. No clue what I’m doing”

His laughter mingled with the sound of the boat’s motor as she stood up, her sundress twirling playfully around her knees in the late afternoon breeze. His hands were sure and strong on her waist as he helped her onto the boat; lingering just a little longer than absolutely necessary. As usual, Nika found herself marveling at the fact that this sexy man seemed to find her irresistible.

He looked so masculine, so very sure of himself at the head of the boat. Every inch the Army soldier he was. His hair, brown and thick, was starting to grow out a bit from the close cropped ‘high and tight’ he’d sported while on active duty. Watching him, all lean muscle and little boy smile, Nika felt the familiar butterflies take off in her stomach. His dark eyes squinted against the low sunlight, and she was almost overcome with an intense longing… the lust everyone said should have worn off by now. Two years later, and she still found him irresistible, too.

The waves rocked the boat gently under Matt’s careful direction, and Nika leaned back, enjoying the last of the afternoon warmth and a gentle spray of sea water. Closing her eyes, she could picture his mouth on hers, hungry and intense, as his hands explored her body. She imagined him over her, his tall body covering hers, as his big hands eased the straps of her thin dress down past her shoulders, exposing her breasts to his mouth. She loved the way he caressed them, kissing and exploring them as if it were always the first time. She felt her nipples harden, pressing into her bra. She brushed her black hair off her shoulder before running her hand down over her body slowly, enjoying her fantasy as the boat rocked to a gentle stop.

“What are you thinking about over there?”

Matt’s voice cut through her reverie, and she opened her eyes to find him standing over her.

“You”

It was all she needed to say… he recognized the look in her eyes all too well.

The sun was setting in the distance, casting swirls of orange, and purple across the water. She took a moment to take in the beauty around them before turning her attention back to her fiance. Leaning up in her seat, she met his mouth as he bent to kiss her. His touch was slow, achingly slow, as he brushed his fingertips down her collarbone. Softly, he ran his lips down her shoulders, whispering to her how sexy she was, how he couldn’t wait to make love to her all night on the water.

In the end, it was Nika who pushed him back and pulled the cotton dress up over her head. She was so wet for him, her clit throbbing mercilessly within the confines of her lacy bikini panties.

“Please…” she murmured, her mouth pressed against his chest. It was half request, half pleading. Her body ached for him, and he judging by the look in his big brown eyes, he knew it.

Luckily, he didn’t leave her waiting long. Pulling down his jeans in one graceful move, he sat down, pulling her on top of him. She hardly had time to move her panties to the side before he was fully sheathed inside of her. He gripped her hips tightly, and she placed her hands on his shoulders for balance. The boat rocked to the rhythm of their love making, and Nika tossed her head back, enjoying the feeling of him, so thick and long, inside of her.

Abandoning any attempt to take things slow, Nika cut loose, bucking her hips wildly on top of Matt—needing to feel more of him. His mouth found her rock hard nipple, and she shattered. Grinding onto him as the hard wave of orgasm hit her; she coaxed him over the edge with her.

Sighing contentedly into his shoulder as her breathing returned to normal, Nika took in the scents and sight of her man, the salty ocean air, and the gentle rocking of the boat…

Jessie nervously ran her finger along the soft lace edge of the teddy. Catching her reflection in the mirror, she blushed a deep crimson before turning away, hardly recognizing the woman staring back at her.

She’d gone to the mall in search of a pair of running shoes. A sensible, affordable set of athletic shoes for her new Saturday afternoon spinning class. She’d had nothing more on her mind than getting out of that mall and to the grocery store when the little scrap of black satin and lace had caught her eye. Provocatively displayed in the lingerie store window, the outfit was beautiful, sexy, and anything but sensible.

Jessie had contemplated the teddy, with its garter and stockings, for more than a few minutes before finally giving in and ducking into the perfume scented shop to try it on. Ignoring the nagging voice in her head – the one that had chastised her about a woman that had been married for 6 years not needing to spend money on something so completely frivolous – Jessie had given in and bought the entire thing. A pair of sky high stilettos and a deep red lipstick later and she had headed home; all thoughts of running shoes and casseroles forgotten.

So here she was, an hour later, waiting for her husband to come home. Keith had no idea that she’d even gotten off work early today; he wasn’t expecting her to be here… certainly wouldn’t be expecting his loving and often shy wife to greet him at the door in lingerie that hugged her every curve; hair artfully tousled, lips pouty and inviting. Would he be excited? Would he laugh at her? Would his heart pound as hard and fast as hers was racing right now?

Looking around the candle lit room, Jessie pushed the doubts to the back of her mind as she heard the front door open.

It took him a moment to realize that something was different. The flickering candles cast a warm amber glow around the room, and it took Keith’s eyes a moment adjust. She knew the moment his familiar green gaze landed on her new outfit, though. His eyes widened and his jaw hung slightly open as the briefcase she’d given him for Christmas last year landed at his feet with an unceremonious thump.

“Welcome home baby…”

Jessie hardly recognized the breathy voice as her own, and briefly wondered if the lace and satin getup had come with a secret stash of sex appeal. Any doubts she’d harbored evaporated at the heat she saw in her husband’s gaze. He looked her up and down, slowly, the green eyes she’d fallen in love with years ago changing from sea foam soft to broken bottle sharp as arousal rose.

He was across the room in three long strides, his mouth crushing hers in a kiss that was all heat. Her nipples, rock hard from the feeling of his broad chest pressing into her, strained against the black satin—causing the most delicious kind of friction. Giving in to the fire that threatened to consume her, she broke the kiss long enough to nip his earlobe and whisper to him,

“Now Keith. Please?”

She recognized his groan as the sound of all rational thought fleeing his mind. Jessie’s breath caught in her throat as her husband’s strong hands wrapped around her waist, pushing her up against the wall. Mindlessly – needing nothing more than to feel him inside her… deep, deeper, until she didn’t know where she began and he ended – she wrapped her legs around Keith’s waist. Arching her back and grinding her wet, sensitive clit into him, she half whimpered, half demanded more of him.

“Baby… Please!”

She wasn’t sure when he’d let his pants down, but in seconds he had the bottom of her teddy moved to the side, exposing her sensitive, wet flesh to his thick, long penis. He was completely inside of her in an instant; filling her over and over as his hips bucked hard into hers. His fingers bit into her bottom as he gripped her for dear life. Somewhere behind her, a picture fell off the wall, but it didn’t even register. There was nothing for Jessie right now but the feeling of her husband of 6 years, who couldn’t get enough of her. Mindlessly, he was murmuring her name like a chant as he rode her harder and harder; bringing them both closer to the edge.

Finally, she couldn’t take the exquisite torment any longer, and dug her hands into Keith’s shoulders as her world exploded into a kaleidoscope of colors. Looking into Jessie’s eyes as she came apart was too much for Keith, and he pressed his mouth to hers in a searing kiss as he followed her.

Trembling, still holding each other, Jessie and Keith sank to the floor in a tangle of arms and legs.

Smoothing her hair back, Keith tilted his wife’s face up to look at him.

“Nice outfit, babe.”

It’s time for something a little different, your partner tells you. You feel that familiar stirring of arousal as your lover produces a silk scarf and gently ties it over your eyes, leading you to bed. Without your sight, the rest of the room comes into sensory focus – the softness of the pillows beneath you, the sound of each excited breath and the indulgent scent of the candles that have just been lit.

You feel acutely aware of your own flesh as the exciting chill of an ice cube edge is slowly run down your arms and legs. Not unpleasant, the cold sensation of the melting ice is followed by the warmth of your partner’s lips as they kiss the moist trail away. You smile as you hear the ice cube pop into their mouth, purring with pleasure as the icy kisses continue ever lower. Just shy of straying below the waist, you suddenly feel the weight of your partner’s body leave the bed.

You lay still, feeling desire race through your body as you wonder what’s next. Just as you reach up to lift your blindfold and peek, you feel a gentle touch on your wrist to keep you in suspense. You grin as the first warm drop of your new massage candle’s wax falls on your flesh, letting out a pleasurable sigh as your lover ramps the action from icy excitement to warm, erotic sensations that travel your body drip by drip.

Soon, the sound of the candle being placed on the bedside table reaches your ears. The warm, reassuring feeling of your partner’s hands rubbing the still-soft soy wax into your flesh isn’t far behind. You relax but quickly catch your breath as light spills into your vision.

Above you, your lover stands, holding your blindfold in one hand. The wicked smile on their face makes one thing perfectly clear – the sensual heat and thrilling chills have only just begun.

As soon as I walked out to the water’s edge, I saw he was there. His red t-shirt was stretched tight across his broad chest with the word “lifeguard” printed in yellow letters. I had never seen him look so sexy. He looked over at me, shielding his brown eyes from the afternoon sun, and slowly looked me up and down. He gave me an acknowledging nod and I felt myself blush.

In the changing room I peeled off my clothes and stepped into my bikini. I gently ran my hands over my stomach and breasts as I remembered how the new lifeguard had looked at me. This was the first time I had seen my husband, John, in his new role as lifeguard at our local pool. I was used to seeing him in a shirt and tie, falling into an armchair after a day at the office, but he looked a lot better in his new uniform, especially as it showed off his tanned and muscular arms. It also turned me on knowing that other women were probably thinking he looked good too.

It was late in the afternoon and few people were left in the pool. I slowly entered, relishing the feel of the cool, silky water on my body. I saw John looking at me. He sat with his legs stretched out, his white shorts tight across his thighs. I concentrated on swimming lengths, every now and then mentally picturing my husband undressing as I had seen him do many times before. We both liked to act out sexual fantasies every now and then, and we had often spoken about a fantasy involving the pool. I decided that this afternoon could be the perfect opportunity for the two of us to make love in a way we had talked about many times before.

After a while, I noticed that I was the only swimmer left in the pool. John was still sitting in his chair, lounging back, looking relaxed and sexy. He got up and made his way to the end of the pool, to where I was swimming. I held his gaze as I approached.

“Hi,” he said, “the pool’s closing soon so you’ll need to finish up now.” He smiled as he spoke, and I could tell that in addressing me as he would any other member of the public, he had had the same idea as me.

I played along and told him I was on my way out. The evening air felt cool as I climbed out of the pool. I was well aware that my nipples were erect and straining against the thin fabric of my bikini top. And I knew that my husband was watching my every move.

In the shower, I closed my eyes and let the hot water fall over my body. I ran my soapy hands slowly over my breasts, recalling the image of John in his shorts, his legs looking powerful and tanned. I was so engrossed with my fantasy that when the shower automatically stopped, it took me a few seconds before I opened my eyes. It was then that I saw John standing in front of me, looking at me in the same way he had when I had come onto the pool side earlier. Then he slowly pulled off his t-shirt. My eyes took him all in. I saw a bulge in his shorts and realized that he had probably been watching me for a while. I re-started the shower and then with both hands on my breasts, gently played with my nipples, maintaining eye contact with him all the time. John pulled down his shorts, and I saw that he was already very hard. He walked to where I was standing and placed his mouth on mine, gently pushing me against the wall. His hands fondled my breasts while he pressed his body against mine. I was longing to feel him inside me. He placed his hands behind me and lifted me a little. I wrapped my legs around him and moaned against his neck as I felt him enter me. And then I lost myself in the sensation of the warm water falling on my body as my husband slowly and steadily made love to me.

I knew I would soon reach orgasm, and, as I did, I gripped John tighter pulling him deeper inside me. No sooner had I climaxed than his breathing quickened, and I knew that he was close to coming. I gripped him hard and pulled him deeper into me, and then heard him groan as he came. The two of us then slumped against the wet tiles, completely satisfied, and kissed under the falling water.

Later, I walked home slowly, replaying those minutes in the shower, while John finished off closing up the pool. I had a feeling that this was one job the two of us were both going to enjoy.

I really do not know exactly how it started, but for some reason, my boyfriend and I began to dabble in the world of erotic phone calls. Now, We haven’t really gone all that far yet. Basically, what we will do right now is simply have snippets of naughty conversation that never really blossoms into full blown phone sex. The funniest thing about it might actually be the fact that we simply live across town. I thought that most people who regularly enjoy phone sex as a couple are the people who have long distance relationships?

Although we see each other quite often, we were still very turned on and interested in using erotic phone calls as a way to communicate. Finally, after realizing that the little snippets of naughty speak were simply not enough, I decided to learn the best ways to give my boyfriend the erotic phone call of his dreams. After all, if I didn’t do it for him, I was beginning to be afraid that he would end up calling a phone sex operator and getting ‘good phone’ elsewhere. While that was certainly not an option that I wanted him to discover, I decided to go to the professionals for help.

Yes, you guessed it! I called a couple of phone sex agencies myself. They were not even surprised to hear a woman’s voice on the other end of the phone. I guess women do call in quite often to enjoy the company of another female on the phone. And, I do have to admit, I enjoyed myself very much!

Three erotic phone calls later and I was armed with quite an experience. Each operator was quite different in her delivery as well as the way that she coaxed information out of me. I will have to admit that I had a favorite out of the three ladies, and I was more than willing to use some of her tricks and techniques. So, as I was armed with a notebook and pen along with a healthy sexual appetite, I proceeded to jot down everything that I wanted to use in order to help me with my erotic phone call to my boyfriend.

I knew that I had to set aside some time on an evening where there would be no interruptions for either of us. So, I chose a night where my roommates were going to be out for a while and my boyfriend did not have any work to take home with him. I prepared for the call by putting a bunch of pillows together on my bed and I opened up a bottle of wine and poured myself a glass.

When I called my boyfriend, the conversation started as they normally do, however I was talking the entire time in a sexy and seductive voice. I could tell that he knew exactly what I was up to and he actually began to play along from the very beginning of the call. Before I knew it, the phone call was getting sexually charged and there were plenty of naughty bits coming from each of us on the line.

I proceeded to let my boyfriend know that I was all alone and just aching for someone to touch me. While talking with him, I made sure that I sipped my wine, making plenty of luscious smacking noises as I licked my fingers! I also made sure that I used a great breathing technique that I ‘borrowed’ from one of my favorite phone sex operators that I had done my homework with. It was a sort of panting and giggling breathing technique that my boyfriend also found to be quite amazing.

The scenario was simple. A lonely girl on the phone wishing that she could be held in the arms of a strong man. I took the time to tell him every single detail of how I wanted to be touched and then I let him tell me the same. It was amazing just how sensual the conversation was, especially because it was so intimate and the two of us seemed to know exactly what to say to one another.

Before I knew it, we were on the phone for nearly two hours! Lots of giggling and panting along with several orgasms later, the call was over. Instead of staying on the phone, I promptly hung up to stay in character. I waited about ten minutes, composed myself and called him back, like nothing had happened. The entire experience was amazing and I couldn’t believe the level of sexually charged excitement that we had on the phone. Whether you are in a long distance relationship or you have a lover that lives close by, I definitely recommend dabbling in erotic phone calls from time to time!