Masturbation phone sex with a stranger

I yearned for a masturbation phone sex adventure. The way time drug on made my skin itch and so this Valentine’s Day I decided to make a departure from my norm. I booked a table for one at the expensive Alley Way Restaurant–an upscale joint that serves over-priced drinks and kick ass food with a French influence. Craving a bit of cordon bleu I decided to dress the part–scarlet red dress with panties to match. Nude, shear to the waist stockings. Tit cups because my dress was open-backed. I wrapped a black, velvet stole around my shoulders and secured it with a Rhinestone butterfly. The finishing touches of my make-up and hair completed the look–cream on top of the dessert.

I arrived at the restaurant with five minutes to spare, but the maitre d seated me immediately. As we walked the plush red carpet to my table he explained that a problem in booking had occurred and that I would have to share my table. Incredulous but craving scallops too much to care I accepted my fate. When I arrived at my table a lone man in wire-rimmed glasses, bald head and a goatee sat at one end of the table. His lips nursed on a mixed drink. He smiled when his eyes beheld me.

“Oh, hi there, looks like we’re having dinner together tonight, huh?” He said.
“Looks like it,” the maitre d removed my stole.
“Nice shoulders,” the man said.

Nice shoulders? Holy shit, this guy must be from another planet. The Alley Way featured a pianist who played classical thru to contemporary music. Piano music always finds its way into my bones. I love the the way the ivories tinkle at just the right pitch to make me feel every single note. I appreciate music, but the covetous me always wanted to play piano and thus made for a sort of obsession.

“Nice music, huh?” the man said, “I personally prefer a full on jazz band, but this’ll do.” He kept sipping on his drink.

“Whatcha drinkin’?” I asked?
“Oh, gin and tonic,” he stared off toward the piano.

I ordered a Grey Goose straight up and then sat back as the waiter began bringing us the appetizer. The scallops. Meant to share. This meant one of us needed to relocate our ass to the seat nearest the food. This turned out to be me.

The man barely said three words during dinner and I found this awkward. However, when dessert came and oozed of chocolate he perked right up. The conversation flowed as did the drinks. Next thing I knew we were dancing on the dance floor with my face buried in his clavicle.

He smelled very rich and robust. Not as bland as he first appeared. However, just about half way through our dance he excused himself to go to the bathroom. What the hell?

I figured I should go to and I followed him to the facilities. The minute we escaped the view of other dining patrons he had me up against the wall, forcing his tongue deep into my mouth.

Instant masturbation phone sex wetness flowed into my vagina. God, I couldn’t believe how good he was with his mouth. My mind started to wonder about how he might use it elsewhere when he broke the kiss and went to the men’s room.

In the ladies’ room my face felt hot. I went to the toilet, I had to wipe before I peed I had so much arousal down there. Inexplicably the man tapped into my need for mystery. We hadn’t even exchanged names yet.

When I came out of the ladies’ room there he stood propped against the wall, smiling at me. “What do you say we get outta here? I have a hotel room about five minutes from here?”

“Fuck yes!” My name is Meredith by the way.

“Great, I’m Paul.”

We arrived at the Hyatt in four minutes instead of five. On the long elevator ride he indicated that he needed me to be “a good girl” and wait until we are inside the room. It felt as if we’d never get there. I longed to feel that cock that pressed into me outside the bathrooms at the Alley Way. I felt saliva pooling in the back of my mouth.

As soon as we entered the room he pushed me back on the bed. He lifted the scarlet skirt up over my hips and buried his face into my masturbation phone sex womanhood. He traced his name and my name together all over my slit and all around my little cloister. I came hard. I spray his face with an inferno of sex juices and filled the room with the music of my moans.

He stood up and undressed. I sat up on the bed and slid forward rubbing my face on his hardness. I wanted that cock. When he got his pants down I pulled his boxers off and fully engulfed him with my wanton mouth. I moved my face up and down his rigid shaft and delighted in his masturbation phone sex moans. I tasted droplets of precum immediately–the became copious and then he was on me with my legs pressed open. He jutted into my wet pussy missionary style…
I love thinking about stranger sex. Stranger phone sex role play is the perfect way to get yourself a piece of a the unknown isn’t it? I have to admit, the above story is true–only the names have been changed. The above story happened to me–a real life Valentine’s Day role play that I concocted with my significant other one year as we wanted to spice things up. You see, you don’t always have to fuck a real stranger to get into the moment. All it takes is a bit of planning and a definite desire to please one another.

I hope that you have enjoyed my recount of this encounter. Would you perhaps like to add some things to it to tailor to your specific masturbation phone sex tastes? I welcome any and all phone sex fantasies.

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