Outside Narration - I like truthful answers

This was dictated on my phone, transcribed by poorly programmed voice recognition software, then very lightly edited, just enough, I hope, to get across the story. And yes, I finished when the story did. 

Phone rings

We need to take about the tickets

what are you doing right now?

uh do you want the truthful answer or the politically correct answer

give me the truthful answer

well I'm laying on a blanket in my backyard naked thinking about masturbating

holy shit don't say that,

well you said you wanted the honest answer

ohh not that honest

OK, so you want the politically correct answer?

yeah let's back up and try this again. hi what are you doing?  We need to talk about the tickets

Well you can come over. I am currently in the backyard thinking about some of my friends and hoping that they are satisfied with their daily life

Now, that is a bullshit answer

Well it’s the the politically correct version and that means it's usually bullshit

That's not what I meant

What you meant was that you really wanted to know what I was doing but you didn’t want to admit that you wanted to know exactly, what I was doing.

Don't put it that way

Admit it, you're still curious you had your chance and now you think you blew it



Well, did I?

I'm not sure yet, all I know, is that right now I’m alone in the backyard, no one can see me, no one knows how I'm doing. I have a tube of lube and a vibrator next to me.

That's what I mean! You can't say that stuff anymore.

Why not? You used to like hearing it all the time.

I know, but I thought we were being good.

OH, fuck bein good. That didn't get me anywhere now did it?

That's not my fault. I just I just couldn't go through with it.

That's fine, just don't tell me you didn't want to

that's not fair, you know I wanted to, you know I really wanted to do it, but.

But what? Tony banging your best friend when we were on the phone so I don't think it mattered too much. She's not my best friend anymore.

Good, neither is he. Just tell me the last time you thought about me

Please don't make me tell you that

why not? that recently?

you know what it does to me when we start talking, you know how I get wet.

I know

stop it

I think you're getting wet right

stop it or I'll hang up

ohh you could have hung up minutes ago when I called you,  you like texting because it doesn't go anywhere but once you hear my voice you know I'm gonna ask you questions

Then stop asking me questions

I like hearing you answer them

Come on, that’s just not fair. You know what you do to me.

I know what I want do to you

See it’s stuff like.  We’re not supposed to talk about that stuff with each other

Why not?

well I'm your boss

you're not my boss

I paid for your last project

Correction, you reimbursed me for my last project, all my labor was free along with my expertise a couple of gallons of paint and several dozen brushes if II remember

OK fine, that might be true, but what about next day? what about when we see each other next?

What's the problem?

You'll know things about me

 like what?

 ohh come off it.  you know. You ask questions and I tell you answers and you know I can't lie to you.

There's no value in lying in this situation I'm not building a fantasy, I’m building a record

that's what I mean. You ask me these questions and I have to tell you the truth otherwise it doesn't work, does it?

you're right, it only works when you answer truthfully. I can tell a fantasy answer when I hear it, just like a fake orgasm or porn. it's beautiful, but it's a lie so it doesn't mean as much.  why do you think you like telling me the truth?

I don't know, maybe because no one else asks me those kinds of questions.

Well? Should we start with some answers right now?

What?

You know what my first three questions are. They are always the same and I expect you to answer them 100% honestly.

Seriously? I have to go to rehearsal in like 2 hours

That’s not the point

Yeah, it is, because when you get to rehearsal I want you to know that tingling you feel is because of me

it's always because of you

Then let's get started/  give me the basic 3 now

fuck you

not yet, answers please

OK let me think

you shouldn't have to think that hard but you know the rule, not lookoing

it's just that sometimes they're just not that exciting

if they're on you, then they're absolutely thrilling

OK, pale blue, high cut, probably Fruit of the Loom and a little bit worn out

good girl

You can’t call me that for just answering the simplest of questions

I can because that's what you are

what do you mean?

you are my good girl. you answer my questions, you tell me the truth, you let me inside and that makes all the difference

Inside? What do you mean? We've never, you know, never done you know that.

That's the least important place I need to be right now

what do you mean?

you'll let me in there when you're ready to let me in there. Where I wanna be is inside deep inside your head. I want to be inside your panties when I'm 100 miles away. I want to be in the shower with you while I'm sitting next to my family at dinner, and I want to be in your bed when you bring somebody home from the theater

Fuck you

That's why you're my good girl

Thank you Sir. Do you have another question for me?

Yes. When was your last orgasm?

What it's none of your business

tell me tell me now

OK, today's Friday, so it was Tuesday. I just got back from a run. I was so tired.

how far did you go?

6 miles. I did the big loop around the train station, it's flat and it's fast

 kind of like you

cut that out,

You know I think you're beautiful I'm just teasing you

you know I wish my boobs were bigger,

no you don't. they're perfect just the way they are, just the way you are.

what do you mean by that?

They are small, sensitive, and they fit inside my mouth and I can suck on them so hard

May I touch them Sir? Please?

Be specific

May I touch my breasts Sir?

Yes, you may, but only over your shirt

What?

Just for now. imagine we're in the movie theater. I can't get you naked yet, but I can touch you, feel your nipples getting hard

ohh Sir, they are so hard right now

pinch one, the left and then the right

Please Sir

I time my touch with the action on the screen so you can yell out as the cars explode and the men fight for some stupid reason.We picked this one because the reviewers said it was unnecessarily loud for an hour and a half and that's what I want you to be, loud

may I?

May I what? 

may I take my shirt off please

yes you may tell me how it feels

it’s light blue T-shirt that's one of my oldest it's and it's soft and I like how it feels against my skin

you may take it off if you tell me what happened next after your run

yes Sir I had the house to myself so I stripped down as soon as I walked inside the front door. my shoes first then my socks. my T-shirt came off and then my running bra. I'm still not sure why I wear one, but I like it.

Chafing is a bitch.

come on Sir, you know I don't like that word

I'm sorry my sweet, Chaing is unpleasant.

I took off my shirt and my bra I saw myself in the hallway mirror

 go on

The one my grandma likes so much that she bought it at the flea market last year after grandpa died

Yes, I know that mirror. What did you see?

I saw my red hair, the small curves of my breasts. I saw sweat running down between and I've watched myself touch my nipples.

And? And what? Tell me

it made me wet, so I reached down and I pulled my pants down and my panties along with it until I was bare. I stepped out of my running tights I stood naked in front of the mirror

yes continue

Sir? may I ?

What?

May I touch myself?

Be specific

May I put my hands down my pants and touch my clit?

Yes, you may, but you cannot stop talking

thank you Sir. it feels good

What feels good?

I like touching myself when I talk to you

tell me more. what did you see in the mirror?

 well I had just shaved that morning I was still a little red but my skin was bare I could see my lips, so I used my fingers and I spread myself open and then put one finger deep inside myself and that's all it took to cum. Sir, just thinking of you and one finger was all it took

You came from me in the hallway?

Yes, just you, a long run, and one finger, Sir.

Good girl, very good girl.

A new friend over the fence

The sun is out, finally. Granted, it's going to rain again on Saturday, but for today, the clouds are gone, and my patio is warm. 

 The black fabric of my lounge chair stings against my bare skin of my shoulders for the first few seconds. The backs of my thighs twitch as they try to escape the heat, but my glutes and my lower back sigh and sink into the heat in blessed relief. I brought out my phone to watch a few videos to get things going, but the sun is directly in my face and the effort to hold my phone and block the sun are too much and defeat the purpose of the moment. 

I turn off the screen and set my phone down on the pile of clothes that puddle on the warm cement..

The sun warms my chest, my stomach, and my thighs.  I pull my knees up to my chest to stretch and move my legs. My thighs open, the sun warms the back of my legs, my crevice, putting sun "where the sun don't shine."  The sun reflects off the white plastic fence, filling in the shadows on my skin.

I laugh to myself at the old schoolyard insult and pull my knees apart further until I'm exposed to the healing rays. My blood begins to flow as my pucker warms in the sun.

Through the fence I can hear the children playing.  The fence is solid, no gaps, so even if they crawled up the 4 feet from their yard to the fence, they's still not be able to see anything inappropriate for young eyes.  I debate going back in, but my plans are quiet, personal, passionate, and none will be the wiser.

Their mom, Holly, is the new mom in the neighborhood, having just moved in three months ago.  It's nice to have the sound of children around.  The couple that moved out was sweet, but homebound, and finally had to move in with their oldest daughter.  They won't last long.  Wonderful, but old, and it was taking its toll.

I hear a thud, a moment of silence. and they the wails and tears of a 4-year-old that took a header.  I hear Holly scoop him up (I forget his name) and sit on the squeaky metal chare that Mike left behind in the move. She sings him a song and the crying mellows slowly until I hear her says that he can go inside and play for a bit. 

The sound of toys being put away are followed by the scrape of metal legs across the cement until I hear Holly drop into the chair and sigh.

I clear my through to let her know I'm there and ask, "Is everything OK?  Sounds like someone took a spill."

"I told him to put his shoes on," she said, her arching over the fence, "instead he tripped, stubbed his toe and hit the deck."

"Is he OK?"

"Nothing that an Otterpop and some Bluey can't fix."

"For my kids it was ice cream and power rangers," I laughed, "but that dates me with the dinosaurs."

"True," I could hear her sigh.

"Enjoying the sun?"

"It's wonderful." she said, "And you?"

"Loving every bit of it."

"Wanna come over?"

"I'd have to get dressed first."

"What?"  I heard her laugh.  "Don't tell me that you are....."

"Yes, I am." I felt flirty. "My backyard has one private spot."

"So, my new neighbor, who helped me move in and unpacked my lingerie box, is 5 feet away from me and totally naked?"

"Well, I'm wearing sunglasses."

"Sounds good."  She got very quiet.

I let the silence linger.

"What next?" she asked quietly.  Her voice came from a different spot, through the fence, not over, as if she had moved.

"Well...."

"Tell me." she whispered and the fence moved as if she was leaning up against it.

"Honestly?"

"YESsssss"

"I'm going to lay here naked, let my mind wander, and then touch myself."

"More."

"The hot sun makes it easy to get hard, I'll start to stroke, I'll tease and pause..."

"And then?"

"Then I'll cum, Holly, I'm going to have an orgasm right here."

"Now?"

"I'm ready if you are." I said, my heart pounding in my chest.  "What do you want?"

"I want to listen."

"I can't be loud."

"Call me.  You can whisper, I can hear."

"OK, but I need you to call me, this is your choice."

My phone rang seconds later.  I picked it off the pile of clothes and laid it on my chest.

"I'm completely hard." I giggled, "I didn't plan on having an audience."

"How often do you do this?"

"During the summer? about once a week.  Have you done it yet?  

"Outside?"

"I started to when I was playing in the pool," she paused, "but then John got home."

"And?"

"He made me start dinner."

"What an idiot."

"Agreed." Her voice shifted, "Tell me what you are doing."

"I'm talking to you."

"You know what I mean."

"Oh, you want to know if I'm hard?"

"Yes,"

"I'm hard, dripping, stroking."

"Who are you thinking about?"

"You."

"Really?  You don't know me."

"I've seen you in stretch pants."  I heard her laugh.

I moaned as I pulled a large drop out of my tip.

"What was that?" She asked, I could hear her over the fence.

"Shhhhhh," I teased, "I just pulled a big drop of cum off the tip."

"Taste it."

"Mmmmm, slippery, tasty, salty."

"Fuck...."

"Language!," I chided her, "you kiss your kids with that mouth."

"and other things." She giggled.

"unzip your shorts."

"My kids are just inside." she sounded nervous.

"I don't care."

"OK. - now what?"

"Stroke gently, outside your panties, be soft." I heard her moan.  "I'm rubbing my cock."

"Really?"

"Yesssss, " I said, "up and down, barely touching, imagining your lips.

"Where am I?"

"Kneeling in front of me, your hair covering my hips, my hands on the back of your head."

"Fill me up."

"Press on your clit, don't make a sound, press hard Holly."

Through the phone and over the fence I heard her gasp.

"Keep going Holly, small tight circles, over the fabric, open your mouth."

I positioned the phone by my mouth so my cute neighbor could hear it all.

"It feels so good, so hard, slippery wet, sticky, pulsing."

"Can I cum?" holly begged through the phone.

"No." I said, "it's my turn."

"Tell me more." 

"I'm standing over you, sliding in and out of your mouth Holly, PULL ME IN.

"Cum!" she whispers.

The sun, her voice, my hand pushed me over the edge, and I grunt and feel strand after strand splash on my chest and phone.

I struggle to catch my breath, gasping at the unexpected moment just shared.  

"Holly?" I whisper, "Holly?"

I stand up listen, but hear nothing until the voices of three little children brighten up the backyard.

"Daddy!!!"

I smile, hang-up, and head to the shower, dripping sweat and pleasure, having made a new friend.

Dear Friend

I miss you.

My house is empty, except for me, so, after finishing work, I stripped down and went in the backyard to water my new roses, my trimmed miniature orange tree, and various plants that may, or may not, be dying.

As I finished drenching my pomegranate tree, I walked along the side of the house and had a memory come flooding back to me.  It was leaning up against that small section of wall, hidden from the street, my neighbors, and the back yard, that I took my first intimate photograph of myself.

10 years ago, maybe?  I can't remember.  Bouts of misguided guilt and fear led me to delete the pictures and emails a long time ago, but I can't, won't, never will, delete your memory.

It was there, with the sun beating down on me, that I tied my cock up with the string from my pajama bottoms. Hard, pink, long, bigger than I could imagine, I showed myself to you for the first time.

My heart was pounding as I set my phone down on my log pile and tried to get a good angle.  I'm not a skinny guy, so I sucked in my gut and thrust out my hips and zoomed in.  And there it was, my cock in its digital glory.  I remember tapping out an email quickly, before I lost my nerve, and I hit send.

Holy fuck.  The orgasm that exploded after sending it to you is still a part of that moment's memory.  

TBH, that wasn't the first time you had seen my cock.  We encouraged each other over the months to show more, share more, and share, we did.  I remember, like it was yesterday, watching you cum, your eyes rolled back, your full breasts heaving with each breath, your knees spread, your fingers disappearing from view, deep between your beautiful thighs.

I lived for days off the compliments you gave me, adoring my cock, my cum, my stroking techniques and, more importantly, the words we shared. I lead you to orgasm after orgasm with simple words, softly spoken instructions, and sometimes harshly give directions.  You never failed me.

A favorite memory?  Watching you cum as you sat next to your husband as he watched TV.  You bit your lip, inhaled deeply, and I could see you sink into blissful oblivion while he sat not 2 feet away, completely oblivious to the beautiful, sexy, passionate, orgasmic woman that was begging for attention in his own home. 

I never felt sorry for you, you wouldn't let me.  We were friends, deep friend with digital benefits and today, I leaned up against that wall one more time, and thought of you, and marked the sun-ripened concrete with my cum.

We haven't talked in a few years.  Life moves on and pulls people apart and things change.  That's OK, but today, as I wandered my backyard naked, I thought of you, came for you, and smiled a deep and lasting smile.

Thank you for every memory.