s. a love poem to my sensual barok

then i heard loud sounds. after a few seconds, i heard her voice again. in a low tone she said sorry, she had dropped her cellphone. she said her legs were shaking very hard as she orgasmed and that the shaking traveled across her body. it was too much that she lost control of her hand and dropped her cellphone. i could sense in her voice she was shaking. she told me she is now curled up on her chair, her feet up on her chair, her knees on her chin her whole body curled up. she said she wanted to enjoy it and at the same time stop the shaking of her body.

she does not make herself cum often. not because she did not enjoy it but because she wasn't sure she was doing it the right way. also, it hurt when she put her finger inside her. she had never put her finger inside her because it hurt. she would just caress her clit, often using an open palm on her pussy and when she is very near orgasm, she would stimulate her clit. even clit stimulation was sometimes painful for her.

she told me this orgasm was different. it felt different. and the release she experienced was a different kind of pleasure. like it came from somewhere deeper inside her pussy. she told me it was my voice that made the difference and the idea that a man was making her orgasm. although she was the one touching herself, she imagined it was me touching her. she had her eyes closed the whole time but she felt my eyes were there watching her.

i talked in a low tone first because i was also turned on and the other is that i was in the middle of a mall. come to think of it, being lustful on a cellphone in a very public mall was a perfect match. that made me wonder if the other people i see in malls whispering to their cellphones the way i did were doing the same thing i did? haha

because i was using my cell, talked in a low voice and i even covered the mouthpiece with my left hand, she told me she could hear my breathing, the air i inhaled and exhaled. her eyes were closed the whole time and that pushed her imagination even more. she imagined that my face was on her pussy, watching closely what her hand was doing and that the air that she heard from my mouth was touching her there. that made the experience more complete for her. more real. more sensual.

lunchtime SOP sort of became our thing. it was the only time she can surely do it. she will text me in the morning and tell me to call her at 12:25 pm, just about the time when she had finished her lunch. we would do that often. almost all the time, she would set up the "appointment".

over time, we got our rhythm down pat to details. through the changes in our voice and tone, and the air we inhale and exhale that we can hear, we could tell at what level of lust we were in. i have learned to like her moans - girl-like screamlets (haha. little screams). i long for it. and this longing drove me to be better at what we did on the phone.

she often told me, "franco, i'm so into you.".

at a certain point, everything came to a high point that we could no longer contain herself. she asked that we meet.