Ann: A Love Story Ch. 10.5

"Okay, thanks," I said as I laughed. I wanted to tell her to mind her own business, but she was harmless, and I didn't care.

"Good Afternoon, Neil Thomas."

"It's Amanda. You're very difficult to get a hold of."

"Not if you stop asking questions. You would likely have cum by now."

Ann was silent for a second, and then said, "Yes sir. I've got a cucumber in my hand. It's the closest I could find in the crisper to you."

"To me? What are you referring to, Amanda. Don't mince words. I'm not there, so I want you to be very graphic in your descriptions. Understand?"

"Yes sir," Ann said, slipping into a subservient role, "I've found the cucumber that is the closest to your cock."

"Is it bigger, or smaller?"

"It's longer, but it's not quite as thick. But it's thicker than any I've ever had."

"How many cucumbers have you had, Amanda?"

"None, sir," she said with a giggle. "I meant it's thicker than any cock I've had."

"Oh. That's different, then. Okay, well, I want you to go into the sunroom, please."

I could hear the sliding glass door open, and then close. I could also tell a difference in the sound coming from the phone. Ann was in a different place; I could hear more sounds in the background.

"Are the windows open in the sunroom?"

"Some of them are."

"Good. Leave them that way. What kind of seating options do you have in the room?"

"There are a lot."

"Is there some kind of lounge?"

"Yes. It's in the corner near the door to the little patio behind the garage."

"Okay. That's the one. I want you lie back on the lounge. Let me know when your ready."

"I'm ready, Neil."

"Are there arms on the lounge?"

"Yes, big white ones."

"Are the smooth, or do they have a rough edge to them?"

"They're kind of rounded."

"Good; I want you to put your legs over the arms of the chair so that your knees are hooked. Spread your legs as wide as you can."

"I've done it!"

"How do you feel, Amanda?"

"I feel horny. But you already knew that."

"No. Think about it. How do you feel?"

"I feel, vulnerable. And stretched."

"Are your feet able to touch the floor?"

"No...they're just kind of dangling there."

"Good job, Amanda. I want you to put the cucumber in your mouth for a moment to get the end really, really wet. Okay?"

Ann mumbled into the mouthpiece as she stuffed the gourd into her mouth. "It's wet now Neil."

"Good. Now be a good girl and place it against your hot little pussy."

"Holy shit!"

"What's the matter, Amanda?"

"It's so cold...Oh God!"

"Now, I want you to push it slowly into you pussy. Take your time, baby."

"I've...never done this before!" she groaned a little.

"With a cucumber?" I asked, wondering what she meant. The way she said made me think there was more to it. And I was right.

"No. I've never fucked myself with anything, other that my fingers!"

"Alright, it's time you started. I want you to do what I said. Take your time and work it inside of you slowly. Call me back when you've got it inside you the length you think I am." I hung up before Ann could say anything.

I could only imagine what Ann must have looked like. I would have loved to be a neighbor, seeing this hot young woman stuffing a big vegetable into a pussy that I envisioned as very pretty, and very tight. At that moment, I felt a little cheated. Other than the bottom of the cheeks of her butt, I hadn't had the opportunity to see any of Ann naked. I was left to my imagination, and I got excited just thinking about her.

Another phone call to a customer took about ten minutes to finish, but it was the last I needed to make. As soon as I hung up, my phone rang. It was Nancy at the operator's desk.

"Neil, your girlfriend is on the phone again."

"Nancy, I told you, she's just a friend from high school."

"No she's not. You may not know it, but she's not."

"What makes you say that?" I asked with a laugh.

"One, she's called four times in the last half hour. And two, her voice tells me she's...amorous right now."

"Amorous? What are you getting at?"

Nancy went quiet for a moment, trying to decide if she wanted to say what she thought. It wasn't the age of having to be sterilely PC, and I wasn't the kind to embarrass easily. Nancy knew that. But this wasn't a normal conversation, and it was at work. She still found a way to work up the nerve to say what was on her mind.

"I'd say that she's, in my opinion, feeling very aroused."

"Aroused? You mean she's horny?"

"I think she's way beyond that. But that's just my opinion. Anyway, women don't call guys in that state of mind unless there's something between them."

"Well, that may be, but she really is just a friend."

"Neil, you can tell me. I know I'm not nuts. I can tell she wants you."

"Wants me...I wish."

"I'm not kidding. I can hear it in her voice. She's...aroused!"

"Well, I'm sure I didn't cause it."

"Yeah, you're right. Just because you're handsome and charming; why would any woman fall for that?"

I was stunned. Nancy had never said anything like that before. And I could tell she was nervous she'd just said it out loud. I thought about Nancy in a different light for the first time. A vision of Denise back in the hotel in Ann Arbor flashed through my mind. Because she was so much older, I'd never looked at Nancy as sexual. But in reality, she was hot. I'd have never given that a second thought before Denise.

"Thank you, Nancy. You just made my afternoon. Maybe I should talk to Ann. If she is like you say she is, I wouldn't want her to think I wasn't interested in helping her out."

"Uh...yeah. Okay."

"Thanks again, Nancy."

Nancy spoke up quickly, trying to recover from being more frank than she'd originally intended. "Neil, she's still going by Amanda!"

"Got it. Thanks!"

I quickly got off the phone with Nancy, and touched the button of the line flashing on my phone.

"Good Afternoon, Neil Thomas."

"Oh God, baby. I'm so stretched right now. Please help me cum!"

"Well, hello Amanda. How are you?"

"I'm desperate, baby. I've been sitting here on hold for what seems like forever with a log stuffed up my pussy. Please tell me what to do with it."

"I will, Amanda. I will. But first, describe to me how it makes you feel."

"I feel so full. I've never felt anything like this. It's hard and bumpy, and it's cold. At least it was. It's starting to warm up a little."

"Why do you think that is, Amanda?"

Ann didn't hedge. She blurted out, "Because I've got a hot little pussy!"

"I bet you do. I'd love to see it sometime."

Ann gasped. We'd been so into our game, she'd forgotten just how little we knew each other. Or what we'd done so far. She had said, "Oh my God," with such exasperation, there was no doubt in my mind what she was thinking. It was hard to believe we hadn't done more. It felt like we had. Yet, it all seemed so perfect that we hadn't. It added to my excitement, and I hoped it added to Ann's.

Ann didn't know what to say. All I heard was her labored breathing; it came as raspy and whimpering little mews, as her body betrayed how she was really feeling.

"Can anybody see you?"

"I...I don't think so. I don't know. I...I don't care!"

"Well, why don't we see if we can get their attention? Are you a vocal lover, Amanda?"

"Not usually."

"I want you to be. I want you to let me know how you're feeling when you start. Are you ready to start, baby?"

"Oh God, yes! Please tell me what you want me to do!" Ann pleaded.

"Take the cucumber and start fucking yourself with it. Start slowly, and then build up some speed as you get used to moving it in and out."

"I'm doing it," she said as she let out a little sigh.

"How does it feel?"

"Amazing! It feels so wonderful. I wish it were real; I wish it were you. I can't believe how stretched my pussy is. I'm feeling things I've never felt before!"

"Now, stop for a second and take your free hand and play with your nipples. Pull on them Amanda."

"OH SHIT!" she screamed as she pleasured herself. It was good to know her nipples could bring that kind of a response. I made a mental note to take advantage of that, if I was lucky enough to ever get the chance.

"Cum for me Amanda! Fuck yourself and cum for me!"

Ann screamed out. "OH MY GOD NEIL! I'M CUMMING!"

I smiled as I took the receiver away from my ear. If she was that loud to my ears, I was sure her parents' neighbors could have heard her. While it was unlikely anyone was home at that hour, I got excited just at the prospect of someone looking to see what the commotion was and finding Ann as she was at that moment.

"Oh, FUCK!" she said as she started her descent.

"Are you okay?" I asked, knowing that she was.

"That was...incredible. I've never cum so hard before. And I've never cum without touching myself."

"You did touch yourself."

"I mean my clit. I've always had to have my clit rubbed to cum. I don't know why this was so different."

"Girth baby. Being stretched like that makes it rub your clit differently."

"Really?"

"That's what I've been told. I have no first hand experience, obviously."

"Wow! I...I,"

"Ann?"

"Yes," she said, responding to her own name.

"I want you to think about one thing, okay?"

"Okay. What?"

"Just remember, baby, my cock is bigger! See you tonight," I said as I hung up the phone.

~*~*~*~*~*~

I sat back in my chair, and started to smile to myself. My satisfaction at a job well done was short lived, as I heard a voice say, "Just how big are you?"

It was Nancy. She'd come back to my office with a handful of paperwork. It was a ruse. Nancy hardly ever strayed from the front office, and we had a person that would deliver the inter-company mail. She'd found a way to come back to see me, and caught me in what should have been a very embarrassing position.

Yet, I didn't see it like that. Or I chose not to see it like that. A week before, I might have been turning red and hiding under my desk. Now, I was exuding confidence, and I'd just had more fun at work than I'd had there in the last 6 months. And I was comfortable with what I'd just done, because I was ahead of my workload. I could afford to take a few personal minutes. Granted, they were VERY personal, but I wasn't ashamed, even as Nancy stood there smiling at me.

I smiled brashly, as I stared at her in the new light I'd thought of during our last conversation over the phone. Nancy was a tall redhead, but with very tan skin. I'd never been attracted to redheads, but Nancy suddenly became the exception. Her tan helped. She was in her early 40's, and she had a wonderful body for her age. She either worked out, or was just naturally blessed. She had a modest chest, in the 34 to 36 inch C cup range, but her breasts showed perfect form. Her long, slender legs were always encompassed in hose, as I'd never seen her in anything but a mid length skirt and 3 inch heels.

Nancy was wearing a dark green skirt with a slit up the left side that went mid thigh. Her blouse was a taupe color, and she'd unfastened enough buttons up top to show off her generous cleavage, and her red lace under wire bra. Her hose were red, and went perfectly with her red shoes, complete with an ankle strap. Nancy's long hair was pulled up into a bun, as it always was, showing her lovely neckline. She looked like a very sexy librarian with her stylish glasses.

Having leaned back in my chair after finishing my call with Ann, I'd put my hands up behind my head, which only made my chair lean back even farther. My crotch was in plain view, front and center. I couldn't have made my cock more evident if I'd tried on purpose. And I was hard after listening to Ann cum for me over the phone. Nancy stared at me; her eyes trained like a laser on my pulsing bulge.

"Good Afternoon, Nancy. What brings you back to the boondocks?" I asked.

My cool demeanor seemed to throw her. She must have thought she had the upper hand by catching me off guard. Her confidence was gone, and she looked like she was going to bolt. Turning, she started to walk away.

"Nancy?"

"Uh...yeah?" she said as she turned, trying to get herself together.

I was staring at her legs, and let my eyes roam up her body slowly. Catching eyes, she blushed a little when I smiled brightly, letting her know in no uncertain terms that I was checking her out.

"You may want to leave that paperwork. I'm not sure how it would look to your boss to pretend that you needed to come back and see me, and then not leave the prop you brought as the excuse for walking back here in the first place."

"Oh...Oh right!"

Nancy walked back inside, and I stood up. Walking around the desk, I met her at the door. She handed me the paperwork, making a quick glance down at my tenting pants. I took the papers, and then her hand, and pulled her gently back into my office, just as the afternoon break bell rang.

"Good, we've got fifteen minutes before we have to go back to work. Why don't you have a seat so we can visit," I said.

I could feel the heat coming from her body as I leaned next to her to close the door behind her. As my chest brushed lightly against her shoulder, her body trembled; I'd like to think it was from excitement. I took the chair in front of my desk and pulled it out for her. Nancy sat down, acting nervous and uneasy. I moved some things off the edge of my desk and sat there, a few feet from her; her face eye level with my crotch. Her soft green eyes trained to a fixed point just below my belt buckle.

I reached out and touched Nancy's delicate chin, lifting her eyes to mine. Her neck turned a pinkish hue as she flushed with embarrassment.

"I...I'm sorry," she said softly.

"Don't be."

"No. I shouldn't have come back here."

"Why did you?"

Nancy thought carefully, and shook her head slightly. "I'm not really sure. I was curious, I guess."

"About what?"

"I guess I needed to know if I was right...about your girlfriend."

"I told you Nancy. She's not my girlfriend. She lives in California."

"That's not what I meant."

"Oh? What did you mean?" I asked.

"I meant, I wanted to know if I was right about her being...aroused."

"You mean you NEEDED to know."

"What?"

"The first time, you said that you NEEDED to know. So, did you find out?"

"Yes," she said bashfully.

"Yes. You were right. Ann was very aroused. And I helped her. How long were you standing at the door?"

"Actually, I stood outside for the longest time, listening. I'm sorry, Neil. I couldn't help it."

"It's not your fault. I could have shut the door. So, how long were you listening? What did you hear?"

"Well, I only heard you...until...anyway, I heard you say you'd 'love to see it sometime'. What were you talking about?"

Nancy had asked a bold question, and that surprised me. Her overwhelming need to know had a stranglehold on any embarrassment she might have had. She looked at me almost like a child, staring at me in wonder and awe. I flashed a little grin, and that put her at ease.

"I believe Ann was telling me about her hot little pussy. Those were her words. I'll have to take her word for it. Like I said, I haven't seen it, but I imagine that it is. It would certainly go with the package. Now, you only heard me on the phone, until...what?"

"Until what, what?"

"You said you only heard me, and then you said 'until', and then you stopped. Until what?"

"Ooooh," Nancy groaned. She started to melt back into the chair, wanting to escape from her fate. But I was enjoying seeing her squirm, because she was so damn cute. It was amazingly sexy to see a mature woman act like a schoolgirl, and my cock twitched uncontrollably in my pants. Her eyes diverted to the movement. It was a predatory instinct as her sights honed in on my crotch again.

I reached out and lifted her chin again. Talking softly, I said, "Tell me Nancy. Tell me what you heard. I want to hear you say it."

Assured by my smile, Nancy said, "I heard Ann cumming."

"That's right, she did. You were right about her, and I helped her out. At least, as much as a guy can help out a girl over the phone."

Nancy nodded, her tongue parting her parched lips to moisten them. She gripped the arms of the chair tightly, her knuckles turning whiter as she fought her urge to flee out of my office.

"I could be wrong, Nancy, but it appears to me that you're just as aroused as Ann was. I don't think it would take much at all for you to have the same happy ending she just did. Am I right?"

Nancy sat back in the chair, her eyes growing wide as she wondered just what she'd gotten herself into. I could read the fear in her posture, and I swear I could hear her heart thumping as it tried to burst through her skin. I stood up and walked behind her, locking the door to my office, suddenly happy for the first time ever that they hadn't put windows in the walls when the built the office a couple of years before.

As I turned back, Nancy was looking over her shoulder; a sly smile on her face. I lightly brushed my hand down the nape of her neck, feeling her soft skin with fingertips. She shuddered, and yet she let out a hushed little sigh.

"Has anyone ever told you just how beautiful you are, Nancy?"

"Not in a long time," she answered, more candidly than I thought she would.

I placed my hands in the sticks of the ornate wooden barrette holding Nancy's hair up high on her head.

"May I?" I asked, wanting her to concede permission before I made her uncomfortable.

Nancy slowly nodded, and I slowly pulled on the sticks. Grabbing the wooden block that they ran through, I pulled it out of her mountain of hair. Her red locks fell, cascading down over her shoulders. Nancy shook her head from side to side, her tresses flowing perfectly into position, framing her stunning cheekbones.

I went back to my perch on my desk, and my mouth dropped. Nancy offered a small, guarded smile, hoping for approval.

"My God Nancy, you're...you're amazing! May I say something? I don't want you to take this the wrong way."

"I suppose," she answered reluctantly, unsure she really wanted to hear what I had to say.

"If you would wear your hair like that all the time, you'd have all kinds of guys hitting on you."

"Really?"

"Absolutely, Nancy. It makes you look like you're in your 20's."

"Now you're just flirting," she said as she waved her hand.

"Yes, I am. But that doesn't mean I'm lying. If you would wear you hair down, and bring your skirt above your knees, I'm telling you, guys would fight each other to have you."

Nancy uncrossed her legs and deftly lifted her hips. Reaching down, she inched her skirt up to pull it over her knees for me.

"Like this?" she said.

"Now who's flirting?"

Nancy grinned as I caught a glimpse of her thigh, now lined up with the slit in her skirt. I'd been wrong about the hose. Nancy was wearing stockings, and I could see the hint of a strap from the garter that held them in place.

"You are beautiful, Nancy. You have a very nice figure. Are you seeing anyone?"

"Are you asking me out?"

"No...just wondering."

"It's Ann, isn't it? There's more about her than you're saying."

Nancy seemed to deflate a little, unnerved by the though that I belonged to another. And I had some pangs, wondering if I was cheating on someone that I had no actual commitment with. The fact that I'd just been through a divorce caused by infidelity crossed my mind. Yet, part of me knew that Ann would understand. After all, she would be leaving for her home in California in four days.

I had enough of it on my conscious to walk back around my desk and open the phone book.

"What are you doing?" Nancy asked.

"Getting permission," I said in reply. Nancy had no idea what I was talking about.

I found the number for Marlin Franklin in the phone book, and dialed the number, putting the call on speaker. Ann answered, her voice sounding relaxed and sweet.