9781618857293WhisperSweetNothingsHunter (3 page)

"You can do whatever you want."

"My lips are moving over you and I'm going take you as
far as I can into my warm mouth. You stop me when you think you are close Sam
because I want you to make love to me," she told him, continuing to
describe how she was going down on him.

"Should I..."

 
"Of
course.
Go ahead and touch yourself, but
remember...what you are feeling...that's
me
...
my
mouth…
my
tongue. I'm there with you, kneeling between your legs and
taking that beautiful cock of yours into my mouth."

She described to him in full detail what she was doing and
a few minutes passed before he spoke, breathless. "I'm close, Sherry…"

"Stop then. I want you to make love to me and I need
that cock of yours rock hard. In fact, I am going to move up, slide my body
over yours as I lay on top of you, my hair brushing across your skin. Feel
those goose bumps?"

He groaned and she felt her confidence continue to grow.

"Sam…I'm going to kiss you so hard I’m
going to take your breath away,"
she sighed into the phone as she let loose a low moan, which echoed his.

"Your body feels so strong beneath mine. My breasts
are pressing against your chest and I can feel your heart pounding as I kiss
your neck…your jaw…back to those sexy lips of yours.
Mmmm
,
you
do
know how to kiss," she
teased, wanting a blend of erotic and sexy fun in the now fully ad-libbed script.

She heard him moan, the passionate sound sending her own heart
racing. "Can you feel my heat against you?  I am
that
hot
and wet because of you," she purred as she shifted in her chair a little,
grateful she was alone in the small office. She wondered how the other girls
managed their physical reactions, if they had any at all.

"You don't mind if I nibble on your neck while I slide
my pussy up and down the length of your cock, do you?" she continued,
carefully adding a few spicy words but sensing he wanted this to be sweet and
romantic.

"Hell, girl...you feel so good…so ready…
are
you ready for me?"

She smiled. "Ready and willing, but why don't you see
for yourself." She purred as she made a soft sound in her throat. "I
am going to move up so you can taste me. I want to feel your mouth on me…tasting
my honey…" She could hear him sigh as she described the state of her pussy
to him.

"Oh, Sam…damn, you know your way around down there.
Oh, don't stop…that's it…suck a little harder. Oh! What
are
you doing with your tongue?" she asked and was
inexplicably excited when he described in vivid detail what he was doing to
her.

"Sherry?"

 
"Yeah?"

 
"Are
you
in a place where
you
can get comfortable, if you know
what I mean? I want you to come
too
. Really
come. I…if I was really making love to you, I would make
sure
you did."

She was silent for a moment, taken aback by his suggestion
and implied thoughtfulness towards her needs, virtual or not.

 
"You're a great lover,
Sam. I'm sure you will see that I do," she replied. "A couple of
times," she added and he laughed.

"You know it."

"Don't make me wait any longer. I want you…I need to
feel you inside me. I'm going to slide back down and…wow, you are even harder
than before.

"Oh, that's it…you feel good…it's been so long and I'm
so tight. I want to go slow...lower myself onto that hard cock of yours...just
a little at a time…
ohhhhh
." She moaned as she
found herself wishing she
could
be
there.

She knew
that
wasn't part of the act, wondering if she was odd to be turned on by this
virtual lovemaking, but there was
something
about Sam.

"How do I feel to you?" she asked, wanting to
engage him and shift her train of thought.

 
"Hot...tight...and
very wet. I wish I could smell you...your hair...
your
perfume...you know...the way a woman smells when she's excited
to be with you?"

"Yes…and I
am
excited
to be with you.
We
smell good. I'm riding
you nice and slow and deep. Damn, you feel good. Oh, I like that...thrust up a
little harder...you won't hurt me. That's it...oh, hell...a little harder…more..."

"Damn girl...harder?" He moaned and she could
hear the faint sounds of him pleasuring himself.

"Yes, please...that's it...don't stop!
 
I'm going to put my hands on your chest…that
way I can ride you a little harder…faster…and I can kiss you…I love kissing
you..."

"Sherry." He groaned and she could tell he was
close, but she had a feeling he wouldn't come unless he thought she had found
her release. "I want you to come with me…please!"

"I'm not sure I can, Sam." This wasn't in any
script she'd read so far.

"For
me.
I don't know where
you are, but shut the door or do whatever you have to do. I can't hold off much
longer."

She hesitated a moment and then decided to oblige him.
Your job is to give the customer what he
wants. A happy client is a repeat client.
The boss' words echoed in her
mind as she stood and walked to the door. Rachel looked over, raising a brow.

Silently, she tried to deny her intentions, but Rachel gave
her a knowing smile and winked.

"For
you
,"
she whispered as she sat back at her desk, slipping one hand beneath her skirt.
She was soaked through and knew it wouldn't take much effort on her part to
make herself come. She closed her eyes again and started to move her fingers
over herself, letting loose a sharp gasp followed by a deep moan.

He echoed her moan with a deep groan of his own and she
felt the first wave of what held the promise of a powerful release building
within her. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she couldn't believe she was
doing this. The old Sarah would never have indulged in such wanton behavior,
but she wondered if her hang-ups and stifled sexuality had more to do with her
ex-husband then herself.

"Oh my God, that's it…harder…I want to come all over
you. Oh…Sam!" she cried out his name.

"Are you close?" he asked, his voice heavy with
passion and wanting.

"Yes. Come
with
me...
ohhhh
...yes…I'm coming..." she released a
loud cry of pleasure and, for a moment, forgot where she was, instead imagining
herself atop this sweet, sexy man, coming hard over him as wave after wave of
pleasure coursed through her.

She heard Sam let loose a deep moan and smiled as he cried
out her name.

"
Don't stop
, Sherry…keep
going…I'm still hard and…I want you to come again for me."

Again, she obliged him and let loose a cry of surprise when
she actually came a second time.
Damn.

A few moments passed and she listened to his ragged
breathing, barely audible over her own. "You were amazing, Sam." She
was first to break the easy silence between them.
"
I take it you are feeling
better?"

He laughed. "I am. You don't mind if I think of you at
night when I..."

"No, not at all," she replied.

She glanced at the time on the screen. The hour his friends
had paid for was almost up. "Anything else you need?" she asked
feeling a tug of regret that the call would soon be over and he'd be gone.

"If you were really here…would you stay the night with
me?"

His question caught her by surprise and for a moment, she
was silent. How long had it been since she had fallen asleep in a lover's
arms?
 
"Yes...and I'd wake you in
the morning with slow kisses and make love to you again."

She heard him sigh, heavy with a wistful longing. "I'll
call you when I get back. Are you okay with that?"

"Just make sure you get back safe and sound and I'll
be here."

"Sweet dreams, Sherry."

 
"Sweet dreams, Sam, and
thank you for making
my
first time
special. Be safe."

 
After he hung up, she took
off her headset and straightened her clothes. Sitting back, she stared blankly out
the darkened window, strangely affected by this man named Sam. What the hell
had just happened?

There was a knock at the door and she wasn't surprised to
see Rachel poke her head in.

"You okay?
 
That
wasn't too bad right?
 
You lucked out for
your first time."

Sarah smiled but was feeling oddly vulnerable, still shaken
by her alter-ego's experience.

"It happens to all of us sweetie. Not all the time but
when it does, just go with it. What the hell right?
 
Consider it one of the perks of the job. So…are
you
sure
you haven't done this before
because you could have fooled me?"

Laughing, she shook her head.
"Damned
sure."

* * * *

Peeking into her grandmother's new room at the nursing home,
Sarah was careful not to make too much noise, unsure if she was awake.

"Sarah
Beana
! Can you
believe this place?
 
It's a hell of a lot
better than the last one. Here I have my
own
room…no roommate. And I have my own bathroom and a view of the mountains!
 
Now I can watch the snow fall and paint on
the days I can't make it outside."

"It's beautiful, Grandma. I'm glad to see you happy
again," she replied, grateful that her unconventional part-time venture
was bringing joy to the most important person in her life.

"How did you afford it?"

The older woman's question caught her off guard and she
hesitated a moment too long. "What do you mean?"

Blue eyes wizened by age gazed at her pointedly. "I
know you had something to do with this and we both know you are broke. You don't
owe me anything you know and I…I don't want you going into debt for me."

Shaking her head, Sarah walked towards the bed, sitting down
in an adjacent chair. "Let's get something straight," she began,
taking her grandmother's fragile hand in her own. "I'm a big girl and I
can do what I want, but you really don't need to worry. The woman at social
services was able to get her referral package to the right person and
voila…here you are. I only had to cover a small portion," she lied easily,
not wanting anything to overshadow her grandmother's happiness.

"Where did you get that
small portion
? I know you don't get paid much for that internship."

"No, not much but enough.
And I was able to pick up a part-time job."

"Doing what?"

"Bartending.
Remember, I told you?" She had told her but vaguely,
the guilt about lying leading her to change the subject quickly.

"Sure, sure.
The tips are
that
good,
huh?" Her tone indicated she didn't believe her, but she didn't press
further.

"Good enough. Now no more talk about money. It's a
beautiful day, Gram. Come on…let's head outside and paint for a little while."

* * * *

"
Heya
,
Sweet Sherry.
"
Rachel greeted Sarah in a sing-song
voice as she walked down the hall towards her office. Over the ensuing months,
she'd built an enviable following with customers who craved sweet,
girl-next-door experiences, and
Sweet
Sherry
was her current moniker amongst the clients and the other staff.

"Hey,
Rachel," she replied, watching the elegant older woman walk into her
office.

"You
have
another
letter from your biggest
fan, Soldier Sam." Rachel tossed the envelope onto the desk before sitting
on the edge.

Fan
mail was sent to a post office box and although a response wasn't expected,
management encouraged employees to
take
care
of the customers.
A happy
customer is a repeat customer.

"Thanks.
How are the kids?" Picking up the envelope, her fingertips glided gently over
the familiar handwriting, the same flutter of anticipation welling within the
pit of her stomach with each letter that arrived.

Rachel
groaned. "Let's just say I know why some species eat their young."

Sarah
giggled. Over the past several months, she and Rachel, a single mother of two
tiny terrors, had become good friends.

"How
is your grandmother doing,
hon
?"

"Better.
The fall she took last week set her back some but she didn't break anything so
that's a blessing. Oh, here…she painted something for
Jilly
."