Tell Me More. Janet Mullany

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СКАЧАТЬ I could tell he was trying not to laugh.

      “Well, not everyone. Not Gerard Morgan. He’s one of our major supporters and I think he’s about eighty. I’d probably get his wife, Marilyn, as part of the deal, too—she keeps him on a short leash. On the other hand she’s a nubile seventy-five-year-old. They’re both pretty frisky, now that I think about it. I’m talking myself into it. See what you’ve done?”

      “I’m not sure people aren’t eyeing each other up as sexual partners most of the time. Perhaps you’re being more honest than most of us.”

      “I accepted a date tonight with someone I think is despicable.”

      “Why?”

      “My friend Kimberly—I’ve talked about her—persuaded me it would be a good idea, and she’s cultivating him for a gift to the station. She thinks I don’t date the right men.”

      “I think she’s right.”

      I twisted the phone cord. “And I accepted so that I could fuck him and then tell you about it. No, I know what you’re going to say. It’s my decision and all that. I don’t have to fuck him and we can talk about something else. I know. So why am I doing this?”

      A silence. “There must be something you like about him.”

      “He’s physically attractive. Not my type, but he’s handsome. And there’s something about him—he’s crude and materialistic but he doesn’t pretend to be anything else and I admire him for it. No, the real reason I find him attractive, Mr. D., is that I want to have sex with him and then tell you about it.”

      “And this makes you feel—what? Guilty, sad?”

      “Are you a shrink in real life?” I grinned. “No, it makes me feel excited. It makes me feel powerful and sexy, and I like that. But at the same time, it worries me.”

      “I don’t ever want you to feel obligated to me. I love to talk with you. We can talk about whatever you like. You don’t have to describe your conquests to me unless you want to.”

      “But I do want to.”

      “Then that’s what we’ll do. How long do we have?”

      “About fifteen minutes.”

      “I’d like to have you talk on air seconds before you come. I’d like to hear that roughness in your voice and know you’re speaking to me, something you and I share. Will you do that for me, Jo?”

      I hesitated. My next recording was cued, and the notes I’d use to make my next announcement lay ready on the console. I could do it, but what would his next demand be? “If I do that, will you ask me to come on air next?”

      “No. That moment is for me. I don’t want to share that with anyone.”

      I squeezed my legs together. I was alone in the station—I’d made sure of that—but I wondered if he’d delayed calling so he could specifically ask me to do this. In which case, I’d put him on the spot, too.

      “Unzip yourself,” I said. I put the phone on speaker and heard a rustle, the slide of his zipper. “Are you hard?”

      He gave a soft, sexy laugh. “What do you think?”

      “Describe your cock for me.”

      It was something of a test. I didn’t want bullshit about his hard eight inches because in my experience eight inches, or more, was something that existed only in men’s imaginations.

      Besides, who wanted a dick the size of a baseball bat pummeling their insides?

      “It’s hard—I mean, hard in the sense of difficult—to describe something I’ve seen so many times. It has a slight curve to the right—I suppose because I’m right-handed. My pubic hair is dark brown with a few gray hairs, quite tightly curled. My cock is brown, darker than my skin, but the head is dark red. It’s very smooth. I’m running my fingertips up and down the ridge on the underside. Teasing myself.”

      “Go on.” I traced my fingers lightly over my breasts. My nipples tightened.

      “Now I’m cupping my balls with my other hand. They’re warm and heavy. Tightening against my palm.”

      I listened to his labored breathing, the sound of his excitement.

      “Jo? I’m touching the head of my cock with my thumb and forefinger, squeezing it. There’s some seepage, now.”

      I traced the outline of my nipples and spread my legs. I’d worn a skirt for the party and beneath it my cunt felt full and heavy. “Tell me more. Tell me what your cock looks like now.”

      “Darker. Wet. I’m using lube.” A gasp. “The head is swelling. Getting very sensitive. I’m using my whole hand. Sliding up and down.”

      I slid a hand under my skirt and into my panties. Above my head the second hand of the clock moved. “Wait!”

      He groaned.

      I put his call on hold and moved to the console, placing the headphones on my head. The last chords of the music died away and I slid the faders into position, slowly and smoothly.

      My voice sounded calm and soothing through the headphones, announcing what we had heard, and what was coming up next. A few words about the weather, and a short statement about the sponsor of the next hour of music, the local theater company, and their next production. “I’m Jo Hutchinson and it’s my pleasure to be with you for the next few hours.”

      My pleasure indeed. Mic off, music up, phone call off hold. I gripped the edge of the console, pressed my pubic bone against it, hard, and my orgasm roared through me.

      I dropped into the chair, out of breath.

      “Jo? You okay?”

      “Sure. I feel like I’ve run a mile.”

      “Me, too. The way you said pleasure—that did it for me. You were speaking to me then. I felt it.” He laughed. “God, you make me feel like a randy teenager. I’d already jerked off at work thinking about you today.”

      “You did? Where?”

      “At my desk. I told my assistant I wasn’t to be disturbed and … well, you can imagine the rest.”

      I could, but I also wished he’d waited for me, waited until I was off the air and I had heard him come.

      “Are you disappointed?”

      “At what?”

      “That I do this without you?”

      I shrugged before realizing he couldn’t see my gesture. “I don’t see that it’s anything to do with what you and I have. I guess I’m flattered that you fantasize about me.”

      “We have such a small part of each other,” he said. “I don’t want to jeopardize what we have, until you decide you want more from me.”

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