I dropped by to see her.

She was all sad and down because her boyfriend had broken up with her, gotten another woman pregnant, and was going to get married soon. She was telling me how she still missed him and was mad at him at the same time.

The conversation shifted to the good times we had previously enjoyed together. She sat down next to me, and the temperature of the room started warming up. It was like any second one of us was going to start touching the other. And then the phone rang. It was her ex-boyfriend.

He might have gotten another woman pregnant and was going to get married, but that didn't stop him from trying to stay in touch with his former girlfriend. This is a guy who will not long be married. She had gotten the phone in the kitchen and was sitting on a stool having this increasingly long conversation with the guy. Seemed like she clearly still wanted to stay in touch with him. I was sitting there, listening to her side of the conversation, and trying to decide what would be the most appropriate thing to do under the circumstances. Leaving was the first thought.

But this is a lady I knew pretty well, and years ago we had done some pretty outrageous things together. It had been a long time since we had done anything except talk. I came up behind her, and began to caress her neck and the back of her head. She gave me a surprised "what are you up to?" look, but kept on talking. I ran my hand down her back.

She didn't object. I reached around her and cupped her breasts.

I got an elbow in my side. She kept on talking.

I knelt down in front of her and began caressing her legs, running my hands up the inside of her thighs. She spread her legs just a little bit, which is all I needed for encouragement. She was wearing safari shorts, the kind where the legs are wide enough to slip your hands inside. I did. She squirmed. But she didn't stop me. I reached around in front and unbuttoned her shorts, and started to slip them off. She stood up and helped. She was wearing black panties.

I slid my hands inside the back of her panties.

Her butt was cold.

I figured she needed to be warmed up. I got one hand down under her middle, and stroked the outside of her softness. She rocked back and forth, but kept on talking.

And then I slid my middle finger inside her, and she gasped. She was teasing wet. There is something very soul satisfying about sliding one's finger into the private part of a woman and finding out that she is warm and wet and wanting it. But she still kept on talking. I slid my finger in and out of her for a while, and she was obviously enjoying it. I was hoping she'd hang up.

She didn't. I was hoping she'd tell her ex-boyfriend what she was doing.

She didn't. I pulled her panties down and gently pushed her back onto the stool. She was sitting there with her legs spread and I buried my face in her softness and toyed her. She kept on talking. She grabbed me by the hair after a minute or so, lifted my head up, held the phone off to the side, and whispered "what are you doing?" "Trying to distract you, " I answered, and dove back into furry heaven. Then I stood up, dropped my pants, and slipped it deep inside her. She moaned. Unless this ex-boyfriend was a complete idiot, he ought to have been aware she was getting played as they spoke.

The conversation went on, and I kept up a nice and easy stroke in, stroke out.

Some women can't walk and chew gum at the same time. But most women can play and still be doing something else at the same time. This can be disconcerting, but not enough to stop. As I was stroking in and out of her I remembered the jokehow can you tell when a Jewish American princess has an orgasm? When she drops her nail file. This went on for a while, her talking on the phone, me playing her, and nothing was going much anywhere, except my hard-on. She wasn't about to come, and interrupt her conversation, and I had reached that point where I could have played her for hours and not gotten off. Obviously something had to change. I slipped out of her, which produced a little look of surprise and a whispered "are you done yet?". No way. I eased her off the stool and turned her around, and pushed her chest-down onto the stool. Her nice little soft place was just waiting for me.

The thing about doing it doggy style is it makes a lot of noise. My belly slapping against her soft place. Loud enough to be heard on the phone. I figured this jerk on the line would have to ask what that belly-butt slapping noise was. It is one of those sounds that once you've heard it, you'll never forget it. Getting it from the backside must be one of her favorite positions. She started breathing faster. I decided to go for home, and slam it into her. What the hell, if she wasn't going to make any noise, I would.

I started making noise.

"oh baby, I like your soft place. Oh baby, you are sooo smooth and wet.

Ohh baby I'm going to come." Louder and more excited. She still kept trying to talk, but she just couldn't do it. She was obviously getting into it. Ingredient one, play her from rear.

Ingredient two, talk dirty to her.

She finally told her phone mate she had to go cause she was getting played like she hadn't been played in a long time.

She hung him up, I exploded into her, and she came. She got right up, and led me into her bedroom. "Now it's my turn" was all she said.

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