Anticipation (Chicago #03)

Mark: A whisper: You're going to cum

Mark: Pussy clenching

Mark: Feel that?

Mark: Your pussy can't stop it

Mark: Breathing harder

Mark: Concentrate deep inside your pussy

Mark: Another kiss

Mark: Another whisper

Mark: Cum

Mark: Cum for me

Mark: You're

Mark: My

Mark: Slut

Mark: Concentrate on that pussy as it builds

Mark: As it wants to release

Mark: As it squeezes

Mark: Your clit throbbing so hard

Mark: Cum

Mark: Let your pussy cum

Mark: Feeling it

Mark: Cum

Mark: Tummy twitching

Mark: Squirming

Mark: So wet

Mark: Don't touch

Mark: Just let yourself cum

Fuck. I felt my pussy throbbing and clenching, and all the other physical reactions Mark described. I couldn't help responding, even though he had said not to. I needed him to know that I was there with him. The effect that his messages were having on me.

Sam: Fuck

Mark: Feel that?

Sam: Yes

Mark: You are going to cum

Sam: Oh my god

Sam: Fuck I'm so close

Mark: Don't stop it

Mark: Concentrate

Mark: Another kiss on your neck

Mark: Hand inside your bikini top, squeezing your breasts

Mark: Down your tummy

Mark: Inside your bottoms

Mark: My hand reaches inside

Mark: You're so wet

Mark: Finger easily slips inside

Mark: Pushing deep

Mark: Another whisper

Mark: Telling you to be my slut

Mark: Cum right there in the lifeguard chair

Sam: Fuuuuuuccckk

Mark: Let it happen

Mark: My slut

Mark: Pussy clenching

Mark: Cum for me

Mark: Now

Mark: Tell me

Mark: Finger reaching deeper

Mark: Biting your neck

Mark: You're my slut

Mark: Tell me you're my slut

Sam: I'm your slut

Mark: Tell me you want to cum

Sam: I want to so badly... so close

Mark: Cum

Mark: Cum

Mark: Cum

Mark: I want you to cum

Mark: Naughty slut

Mark: Cum for me

Mark: Right now

Mark: Whispering in your ear...

Mark: Cum now

Mark: I'm stroking so hard

It was too much. I was writhing in the seat, squeezing my thighs together so hard. It almost felt like it might happen: I might cum without touching. I wanted to so badly.

Mark: Focus on your g spot

Mark: Concentrate

Mark: Imagine that pussy being stretched open by my cock

Mark: Pushing deeper inside

Mark: Feeling totally full

Mark: As it goes deeper

Mark: Filling more and more

Mark: Cum for me

Mark: Let it release

Mark: Clench and release

Mark: It's going to happen

Mark: Be my dirty slut

Mark: Cum

Mark: Cum for me

Mark: Now

I was so close, but knew I needed something. If I wasn't able to touch myself, I needed something to slide between my legs to grind on. Maybe my water bottle. I could hold it between my legs and press it against my clit, grinding on it until I was cumming. That might look even worse if someone came into the pool and saw me, though.

Sam: I need to touch myself

Sam: I'm going to cum so hard

Mark: Make yourself cum

Mark: Be my slut

Mark: My dirty slut

I couldn't take it anymore. I got up suddenly, grabbing my phone from the clipboard and climbing down the platform, heading across the deck. Then I thought I better check in with Mark to make sure it was okay that I was going off-script like this.

Sam: Fuck

Sam: Can I go to the pool office?

Sam: I need to touch myself

Sam: Please?

I stood at the edge of the pool, pacing, glancing down at my phone every couple seconds, waiting to see what his response would be. Finally, I saw the three dots moving again.

Mark: Are you asking for permission to touch yourself?

Sam: Yes

Sam: Can I?

Mark: Make that pussy cum

That was all I needed to hear. I stepped into the office, leaving the door open and stepping just out of sight of the pool. I let myself go, leaning back against the desk, bringing one leg up to rest on it. I reached into my shorts, slid the bottom of my swimsuit to the side and rubbed my pussy right away, feeling how wet Mark had made me. I alternated between rubbing circles over my clit and sliding two fingers into myself, thrusting as deeply as I could manage while I held my phone and typed out my responses with the other hand.

Sam: Mmm ok

Mark: Spread those lips

Mark: Tell me you're my slut

Sam: I'm your dirty slut

Mark: Yes, you are

Mark: I own that pussy

Sam: Mmmmmmmmm fuck

Sam: So close

Mark: Is your pussy mine?

Sam: Yes

Mark: Tell me

Sam: My pussy is yours

Mark: Good slut

Mark: Cum for me now

Mark: Cum in that pool office, you naughty slut

And then I was. I couldn't stop a moan from escaping, and it sounded even louder with the echo in the pool area and office. I kept rubbing as I writhed on and against the desk, my head rolling back, my whole body jerking as I struggled to type out messages to let Mark know.

Sam: Fuck

Sam: Cumming now

Sam: Mmmmmmmm

Sam: Fuck

Mark: Good girl

Mark: Did you cum hard for me?

As I came down, still breathing hard, I dragged my hand back and out of my shorts after readjusting my swimsuit. I took a few more deep breaths and then peered out the guard office door to ensure everything was still normal. Sure enough, no changes. The swimmers were still swimming. So, I stayed in the office a bit to keep texting, a big smile on my face.

Sam: Yeah

Sam: Very :D

Mark: Good

Mark: You're so hot

Sam: Mmm that was so hot

Mark: Good

Mark: Hope no one drowned while you were busy ;)

Sam: No, the lap swimmers are still going :P

Mark: Good

Mark: Next time you will cum without touching

Sam: Mmm okay :) I'll work on that

Mark: Good girl

Mark: My cock is rock hard right now

Mark: I have a meeting in ten minutes

Sam: Are you going to make yourself cum?

Mark: No, I've decided I'm going to let it build

Mark: Until I get to see you

Mark: And fuck you

Mark: I'm going to save it all for you until then

Sam: Fuck

Mark: Better let you get back to work ;)

Sam: Not sure I'll be able to focus any easier now lol

Mark: lol

Mark: Me either

Mark: What time do you get off work?

Sam: 3:00

Mark: Okay. Will you be free around 6:00? I'll try calling on my way home.

Sam: Yeah, I should be :)

Mark: Okay, talk then :D

Mark: Bye for now

Sam: Bye :)

I felt like my face was glowing as I clicked off my phone and made my way back to the guard chair. Despite having fewer distractions for the rest of my shift, my focus and attention remained elsewhere.

***

Mark and I talked a lot about wanting to get together, and figured that having him come over to my apartment would be the best bet. But he was always busy with work and his family, and I had work and classes as well. And then there was the added challenge of finding a time that worked for both of us, when Molly would also be out. So, it didn't happen as soon as we would've liked.

That didn't stop things from continuing to build between us.

A couple nights later, he texted as I was heading home from campus after a night class:

Mark: I'm imagining going out for a walk and meeting up with you somewhere on your way home

Sam: That would be fun :)

Mark: Tell me what you see as you're walking

Sam: I'm walking down Webster now, past Oz Park

Mark: Can't be too many people in the park at this hour

Sam: No, just a few others walking that I can see now

Sam: One guy walking his dog, and a couple walking together

Mark: What do you see in the park?

Sam: The statue of Dorothy and Toto lol

Sam: Some benches along the walking paths

Sam: And a big wooden play structure

Mark: I'd sit you down on one of those benches

Mark: Standing in front of you

Mark: Telling you how much I want to feel your mouth on my cock again

Sam: Mmm

Mark: Running my hand over your cheek

Mark: Your chin

Mark: Your neck

Sam: Mmm fuck

Mark: Go sit on one of the benches

Mark: I want you to sit there for a few minutes and rub your clit

Sam: I don't want to get arrested lol

Sam: Or attacked lol

Mark: Good point

Mark: Okay, well then just sit down for a minute and listen to me tell you what I'm imagining we'd do if I was there

Sam: Listen?

Mark: Yes

Mark: Call me when you're sitting down

Sam: Mmm okay

I hurried over to the nearest bench and looked around as I pressed the button to dial Mark's number.

"Good evening," he answered.

I laughed. "Hi."

"Sitting on the bench now?"

"Yes."

"What do you see?"

"Mostly just open space. Cars driving by on Webster to my right. The playground is kind of to my left and behind me now."

"Any people around?"

"Just the dog walker."

"I wish we could give him a show."

"Mmm, yeah me too."

"I'm still thinking about feeling your mouth on me again."

I closed my eyes, letting go of a sigh. "Me too."

"Standing in front of you as you open my pants and pull my cock out."

"Fuck..." I muttered, my head rolling back a bit as I slid forward on the bench.

"Holding behind your head and pulling your mouth onto me."

"Oh my god..." I breathed, squeezing my thighs together.

"Feeling you take me all the way down your throat, just like you did in that storage closet at Sluggers the other night. That felt so fucking good. I haven't cum that hard in a long time."

"Really?" I asked, breathily.

"Really. I was so excited to run into you. To feel you wanting me, too. And making you cum twice on my fingers beforehand didn't hurt."

I laughed. "No, it sure didn't."

He laughed, too. "I loved feeling how wet you were."

"I guess I was pretty excited, too," I said, with a huge grin and another small laugh.

"How excited are you now?"

"Getting pretty excited again."

"Getting nice and wet?"

"Yes," I breathed.

"I wish you could feel it right now and tell me how wet you are."

"I will when I get home. As soon as I get home."

"Good girl. I want to make you soaking wet."

"Mmm."

"I want those nipples straining against your bra. Your clit tingling."

I sighed and closed my eyes again, feeling another tingle as he said the words. "Well, you pretty much just need to say that," I laughed. "I'm going to get in trouble if I keep sitting here much longer."

Mark laughed again, too. "Better be on your way then."

"Yeah."

"Keep talking to me as you walk home. I want to stay on the phone with you until you're home, going into your room to make yourself cum."

"Okay," I agreed easily, getting up to continue walking, as instructed.

"I'm going to keep talking to make you soaking wet while you walk. I want you cumming as soon as you lay down on your bed at home."

"Fuck," I muttered. "Okay."

"Imagine you're back on that bench. In the middle of the park, a few other people are around. I'm standing in front of you, holding your head down on my cock. You're taking it all like a good little slut."

"Mmm," I whimpered.

"Then I grab your hair in a fist and use it to pull your head back off of me. Asking you if you enjoy having my hard cock in your mouth?"

"Yes," I answered, smiling and looking around as I continued through the park. "I loved sucking your cock. I loved tasting your cum and feeling all of it shooting down my throat. I can't wait to do it again."

Mark growled into the phone. "You're such a good slut for me. I think you deserve a reward."

My smile grew even wider. "What's my reward?"

"I'm going to go down on you right there on that bench and make you cum all over my face."

"Oh my god," I sighed, feeling another throb in my pussy

"Kneeling down in front of you..."

"Fuck."

"Pulling you to the edge of the bench."

"I want that so much," I breathed.

"Tugging your shorts down, not caring who sees."

I felt my chest heaving as my heart beat faster and faster, reacting to the images Mark was putting in my mind. I felt tempted to stop walking and close my eyes so I could focus on the fantasy, but I was more eager to get home and make myself cum like he'd ordered.

"Spreading those legs," Mark continued. "Kissing up your thighs, alternating between each one. Looking up at you. Spreading your legs wider as I kiss closer and closer."

"That would feel so good," I sighed.

"It WILL feel that good," he corrected. "Making eye contact after each kiss. Making sure you know each one will get closer and closer to your throbbing lips. Longer, wet kisses, breathing warm air against your thighs with each one."

I felt an involuntary moan coming out as my pussy throbbed, urging me on faster towards home. "I can't wait to feel you there."

"Me too. Looking at your underwear, seeing a wet spot."

"Yesss, I'm so wet," I agreed.

"Kissing directly on that wet spot."

"Fuck. My head falls back when I feel that."

"Tasting your sweet pussy."

"Hands gripping the edge of the bench."

"Pulling your underwear to the side, exposing your soaked lips."

"Ooh god..."

"Looking up at you again. Smiling. Hesitating... Getting close to home yet?" Mark asked.

"Yes. I just passed Dickens on Lincoln. Just a couple more blocks left."

"Tell me what you want."

"I want more of your mouth on me," I answered immediately, not fully registering what I'd said as I passed by a pair of women walking in the opposite direction until one turned her head towards me in reaction. I started giggling a little to myself as I continued on my way.

"What's so funny?" Mark asked.

"Just caught the attention of a couple of women I was passing by with that one."

He chuckled. "Naughty girl. I like that. What did they do?"

"I just got a head turn and a weird look from one of them," I laughed.

"When she heard you telling me you want my mouth on you?" he asked.

"Yes."

"You want this tongue?"

"Yesss, I really want that. I want your tongue and your lips on me."

"Leaning in and softly kissing your lips. Lightly licking up and down each side, teasing your clit, placing my mouth over it. My tongue separating your lips, licking inside, up and down between them. Up and under your clit, then around the top. Circling it with the top of my tongue."

"Oh my god..." I moaned. "I'm going to cum so hard as soon as I touch myself."

"Good," he answered. "I want someone to hear you saying that you're going to cum."

"Fuck..." I muttered, feeling my pussy throb again in reaction to Mark's words.

"Anyone around now?"

"I see a guy walking up ahead."

"Hmm... might be dangerous."

"True."

"Any more women? Or groups of people?" he chuckled.

I laughed back. "Maybe when I pass Molly's bar on the corner by our building."

"She works there?" Mark asked.

"Yeah."

"Is she working tonight?"

"Yeah, she's there."

"Think she'll be hanging around out front to hear you?"

"I hope not!" I laughed.

Mark laughed a little, too. "Okay, let me know when you're there," he said. "Until then, my tongue is dipping down between your lips again, down to your opening, seeing and feeling and smelling and tasting your wetness. Pushing my tongue in."

"God, you're making me so wet," I said, pushing myself to speak a little louder as I walked past a row of brownstone townhouses, in case anyone should hear. "My pussy clenching as you tease me."

"Back up to your clit, circling it. Covering it with my mouth, sucking. Sliding my fingers up to your wet pussy while I lick and suck on your clit. Pushing two fingers inside and curling them, pressing up under your clit. Rubbing in harder circles with my tongue as I move my fingers inside, pressing on your g spot."

"Ooooh god, that feels so good. Squeezing around your fingers."

"Your thighs squeezing around my head, trapping me as I lick faster, moaning into you."

"Fuck!" I practically shouted. "I'm almost at the bar now. There are some people standing around outside the entrance smoking and talking. Guys and girls."

"Good," Mark answered. "Fingering you faster, trying to catch my breath as I lick you, my face buried in your pussy, between your legs. My hand moving deeper inside. Feeling how wet you are, as it drips out under my fingers, down to your ass."

"Ooh fuck, Mark. That's so fucking good."

"Louder," he ordered.

"Holding the back of your head," I went on, louder. "Holding your mouth on me like that."

"I look up at you and tell you to cum. Cum for me, Sam."

"Ooh god... I feel so close right now. Pushing your head back down, grinding on your face."

"Fingering hard and fast as I go back to licking. Make a mess all over my face, baby."

"Ooh fuck. I'm gonna cum so hard. Walking fast now, I'm almost home."

"Is anyone looking? Did they hear you?"

"I'm crossing the street over there now."

"Tell me again how wet you are."

"I'm so wet right now. I can feel it. I can feel you making a wet spot on my panties like you described."

"Good girl. I can't wait to taste more of you. I want you to cum on my face, my tongue, my fingers. You're gonna cum so hard."

"Fuck, I can feel it. I can feel how hard you're going to make me cum when you go down on me like that."

"Bet your ass I will. Did anyone hear you say that?"

"I think so. They're looking over."

"Good girl. Is your pussy swollen and throbbing?"

"Yes," I answered easily. "I'm so turned on right now."

"Good. Get upstairs now. Get to your room and cum for me. I want to hear you nice and loud since Molly's out."

"I'm hurrying," I laughed, feeling breathless as I picked up speed, practically jogging at that point.

Finally, I got to the front door of our building and had my key ready to let myself in.

"Going upstairs now, don't mind the heavy breathing," I chuckled.

"I like your heavy breathing. I want to hear more of it while you cum for me."

"Fuck, almost there. On the second floor now. Going up to the third."

"Getting excited?"

"Yes..." I panted. "So much."

"I like knowing you're rushing home to cum for me. I wish I was there waiting for you. Or that you were rushing over here instead, so I could really feel you."

"Me too," I breathed. "I can't wait to feel you again... To feel more of you."

"You will soon," Mark promised. "We need to make that happen."

"Yes," I answered, finally approaching the fourth floor, my pace having slowed a bit. "Okay, I made it," I laughed. "My legs are going to be sore tomorrow."

Mark chuckled. "Hope it's worth it."

"I'm sure it will be," I said with a smile, unlocking the front door to our apartment and coming into the front hall. I swung the door shut behind me and made my way through the dark, into my room. I turned on the overhead light and dropped my backpack near my desk. Then I went over to open the window, the room feeling warm and stuffy, especially after I worked up a sweat practically sprinting home.

"In your room yet?" Mark asked.

"Yeah, just opening a window," I laughed. "I'm hot now."

He laughed. "I bet." Then, "Make sure you leave the curtains open."

I smiled when I heard the request. "Okay," I agreed easily, walking over to my bed and flopping down right away, kicking off my shoes, leaning down to peel off my socks one at a time. "Sitting on my bed," I narrated. "Taking off my socks and shoes. Now laying back."

"Good. Take off the rest of your clothes, too. I want you to be completely naked when you cum for me."

"Fuck, okay," I agreed, still breathless. I clicked the phone onto speakerphone and dropped it onto the bed as I stood to strip off my clothes quickly. "Taking off my shirt... now the bra... shorts and underwear."

"Tell me about that wet spot."

I smiled and picked up the panties that I'd already discarded on the floor as soon as they were off. "Umm... it's damp?" I said, feeling it.

"What color underwear?"

"Pink."

"Are they cotton? Lacy? Silky?"

"Silky, kind of."

"Light pink or dark pink?"

"Bright pink," I laughed.

"Are they darker, where the wet spot is?"

"Yeah, you can see the color change from the wet spot."