A Secret Admirer

Nikki got in the door and there were about 30 messages on her voice mail.  She had become used to it.  She didn’t even bother to check the messages. She knew what they were; men and woman alike pandering for her sexual favors.  Nikki had a gift. She had a soft, sultry voice that could drive men and women into a sexual frenzy.  It was a gift…and a curse.  It was all fun and games at first.  She liked the idea that she had this ‘power’. She doesn’t really remember how it all started.  She only remembers that she was talking to a friend on the phone and they remarked that she had the voice of a phone sex girl.  Playfully, she put on the persona of a call girl on the phone.  Word got out of her…. ‘vocal impersonation’ and it became a phone prank at first.  But then the calls became more intense; the ones she sent out became more and more sexually charged, then the incoming calls began…..from people she didn’t even know.

Her friends kept telling her that she should go into business, start a sex line with pre-recorded voice and anyone who wanted to pay top dollar would get to speak with her person to person.  Nikki had considered it, money was tight, but the thought of charging for her ‘services’ didn’t sit right with her.  She did this for fun and games. The thought of getting money took all the fun out of it.  Little by little, she grew tired of her ‘persona’.

Nikki sat at the edge of her bed and turned her TV on.  She channel surfed through the guide until she came to show she liked but it was almost half-over.  “Damn, I hate coming in the middle and seeing the ending!” She changed the channel and there was nothing else on. She kept channel surfing until she got up to the pay-per-view stations.  The first twenty channels were all hard core porn films.  She browsed through the non-descript titles… ‘Adult Feature’…, when she came to a title that caught her interest; “Confessions of a Phone Sex Girl”. She hit the info button and there was very little to explain the plot.  “Come on…it’s a porno, What plot???” she thought.  She hovered her finger over the ‘Purchase?’ button, when the phone rang.  Without thinking she picked it up.  “Hello?” she said.  A deep baritone voice answered.  It sent a shiver up her spine. He had a bit of a Jamaican accent.  “May I speak to Nikki please?”  The sound of his voice instantly transported her to the beaches of Jamaica, the soft warm breeze caressing her bikini clad body.  She didn’t even consider hanging up the phone.  “I’m sorry…who are you?” “An …. Admirer… may I speak to Nikki please?”  Nikki roughed up her voice. “I’m sorry ….but I have a very bad sore throat …. I can’t speak to anyone today…” “Oh… I don’t want Nikki to speak to me… I wish to speak to Nikki….” “What? She said confused.  “I wish to speak ….to you….you don’t have to answer…… unless you want to…” Nikki was confused.  “Why did you call me? She asked.  “I wanted to see if I could do for you what you have been doing for others…” “Huh?” “Is your TV on?” “Yes..” “Go to channel 154, there is a pay-per-view film I want you to purchase..” Nikki looked up it was the channel that was playing “Confessions of a Phone Sex Girl” “Order the flim… but mute the volume…” he said.  “Why?” “Because ….with your permission…I’m going to narrate the film for you!” “How did you…?” “I’ve waited for that particular film to be on before I called you…. Now hurry and purchase the film.  I know how you hate cumming in the middle of a film!”   Nikki’s jaw dropped hearing that.  How did he know? “I know what you don’t like and I know what you do like… I told you… I’m an admirer!” Nikki pressed purchase and muted her TV.  “It’s on…”” “Then we shall begin…”

Nikki sat there on the edge of the bed and watched the action on the screen as this disembodied voice gave her a ‘blow by blow’ description of what she saw on screen.  The only thing that he did was call her by name with every scene.  It made it very personal for her.  It was like she was watching her life on the TV before her.  After a while she began to rub and stroke her thighs as she watched and listened. Her hands slowly worked their way higher and higher on her tight jeans.  She spread her legs and began to stroke and squeezed her crotch.  She was very wet and frustrated.  Her jeans were in the way of what she wanted to do.  She began to pat her groin to get a rise out of her clit.  It was agonizing.  She tugged and pulled at the zipper and undid her belt.  She reached under her thong and slowly stroked her engorged clit.  “Uhhhhhh!” she moaned.  She shimmied back and forth to get her jeans off, the sound of ‘the narrators’ voice got deeper and sensual as she pulled her thong aside and rubbed her labia.  She was very wet… very wet and horny! She took the tip of her finger and licked it and so very slowly stroked around and around her swollen clit. 

“Ooooh myyy!” she hissed.  Then her finger probed her moist , hot pussy.  It made the sound a wet pussy makes when it is happily invaded.  Nikki began to struggle to get her jeans off her ankles so she could have deeper access.  She tore at her blouse to get it open.  The cool breeze from her fan washed over her as her nipples reacted positively to her touch, her caresses.  She licked her finger again and made circles around and around her areola and then she pinched and twirled her nipples.  “I like that …” she cooed. “If you like that… you’re going to love this…” He replied. “Now … we are going to play “Simon Says”… I want you to do to yourself whatever is being done on screen while I narrate…”  Nikki almost fell off her bed reaching for her nightstand drawer to get her vibrator.  She now had the phone in one hand and her play toy in the other.  She could hardly keep her eyes open to watch the movie while she used her vibrator to pleasure herself, but that didn’t really matter, after all, she had her own personal  ‘Phone Sex Guy’ on the line describing every satisfying detail to her with that amazing voice and exotic accent!

On and on they continued as the film played on her TV.  Nikki lost count of how many orgasms she had.  Sometimes, she had just rode out one when she had another! By the time the film was over, Nikki was covered in a fine layer of perspiration.  Her breathing was heavy and she was flushed and basking in the afterglow.  This was really good for her.  She really needed this.. and she didn’t have to say a word! This was all about her and her needs and her desires.  She didn’t even realize that she had dropped her phone.  She quickly picked it up. “Are you still there?” “Yes…” “Thank you…” “You’re welcome!” He said with that Jamaican tang.  “I don’t even know who you are!” “ I told you … I’m an admirer… a secret…..admirer…” “When will you call me again?” She could almost hear him smile.  “Check your local listings…..” and he hung up. 

Nikki looked up at her TV and pressed the ‘Record’ button….. just in case!