I wonder if I was Dan
I read Audrey's story 'Thinking of Dan' and it sounded very familiar. I met a couple of very erotic ladies through some internet masturbation groups and we communicated mostly through email.
There were two who really got me going. I have a serious love for women's maturbation. Watching especially is the most erotic thing and makes me as hard as ever.
There was one woman in particular who gave me a cell phone number for more intimate play. I was nervous at first having never done phone sex before but she helped me relax. The first time I called she had just got out of the shower. I proceeded to make small talk not really knowing how to start. She surprised me by telling me that she was playing with her pussy at that very moment. Needless to say that got me going. I asked her to describe to me exactly what she was doing. In a very sexy husky voice she described how she was rubbing little circles around her clit and dipping her finger into her very wet pussy to get the lubrication she needed. After a few minutes she got out a vibrator, I could hear it buzzing over the phone. I asked her what she was doing and in a breathless voice she described how she was running it over her clit, then down into her pussy over and over. I told her I wanted to hear it, so she put the phone down by the vibrator. I could hear the vibrator as she slid it into her tight pussy, with no room for vibrating it would slow down on the in thrust.
The whole time I was slowly stroking, just trying not to cum yet. She said she wanted me too use lube so she could hear it, so I lubed up with a lot of lotion and proceeded. The sounds my hand made as they slid over my eight inch cock were wet and slurpy, lotion was oozing between my fingers with every down stroke. I could hear her breathing increase as she listened to my wet stroking. I asked her to put the phone down by her pussy so I could hear how wet she was. A couple of seconds later I heard the wet rhythmic slurping of fingers running up and down a wet slit. Needless to say that after hearing this I couldn't hold back and knew I wanted to cum. She asked me if I wanted her to cum, but I don't think she could have stopped at that point. I heard her little whimpers as she fingered herself to an orgasm punctuated by crying out softly. That sexy sound, and the memory of the wet sounds put me over the edge and I blew the biggest load I can remember having, squirting onto my chest and even got some in my goatee.
There was another woman who got me going before this one. Bringing images of brown skin and pink slippery pussy. But that is another story.