Phone Sex

My boyfriend of four years and I have been in a long distance relationship for one and a half of the years that we have been together because of a scholarship I received to a school far from home. It's challenging and sexually frustrating to hear his voice everyday and not be able to satisfy one another's physical needs. We have mutually masturbated a number of times on webcam, and I can't even explain how down right erotic it is to watch him pump his cock to the sight of my inflamed pussy.

I guess what I find the most arousing is the fact that until recently he could not cum by himself for reasons he described as 'thinking too much.' This story is one of the hottest things that he and I have shared together:

Do you know those days where you wake up aching inside from the sheer amount of lusty pressure you're feeling? The muscles of your stomach are tight with the need to contract and release and all day long you find yourself adjusting in your seat just to feel the slick friction of your labia's rubbing together over your clit? That was me on this day; I just kept trying to make it through my classes so I could go back to my dorm room and slide my vibrator deep inside of me over and over and over until my legs twitched like crazy. It felt like forever, but finally I headed home.

As soon as I got in the door of my room and had it shut behind me I was reaching for my vib and lube; I was practically drooling in anticipation. I have no idea why, but I have always had a lingerie addiction, and I feel sexy wearing it even when I am alone (my orgasms are so much stronger if I feel like I look super sexy). I slid a black lacy little number over my head and luxuriated in the tantalizing feel of the material as it brushed my nipples and down my painfully sensitive skin. I began to touch myself lightly, making circles around my clit, and pressing more firmly as the sensations heightened. I'm the type of girl who loves my orgasms to be almost painful in their intensity and so I'll let the pressure build, and then recover, and build, and recover, until I'm almost crying with need to let go. Just before I decided that I was ready to explode, my phone rang loudly and I almost fell off the bed in surprise.

When I saw that it was my boyfriend on the line I picked up and told him every little thing that I was doing to myself. Everything that I was feeling I pretended that he was responsible for, and he told me then to my slight surprise that he was touching himself. Now, like I said, he had never been able to climax without someone else, so I always felt sort of guilty for building up the blue in his balls with my descriptions, but his sultry way with words always overcame my guilt. He could make me almost believe that he was there teasing me in just the way that I need to feel magnificent. I described my negligee to him, and how it felt nest to my heated skin, and how much I wished he could feel my desire for him. I found myself on the brink of the mind, where you've lost track of everything but that primal feeling of animal instinct, and I told him almost breathlessly that he should imagine me, just as I was feeling him.

We came together, me biting my lip, and him groaning lightly into the phone receiver. My boy, who had not been able to before then, came with me. If you've every climaxed with someone you care about you know how wonderful and close it makes you feel, and as far away as we are from each other it is always such a great feeling.

I won't lie though, it also made me feel good to know that I made him do something that no girl had managed to do before me.