5 - Nathan

5 - Nathan

Me: What are you up to?

A: Seriously? Shouldn’t you be down at dinner or a club? You don’t strike me as a sit-around-with-no-plans kind of guy.

Finally, an answer.

Me: No, and I could say the same thing about you. We both have better things to do with our time than clubbing. What are you up to? Clearly, your boyfriend isn’t doing his job well.

A: What’s that supposed to mean?

Me: If you were mine, you would be too busy to text another guy.

A: What do you mean busy? Besides we don’t like talking on the phone.

Me: That’s his first mistake, you shouldn’t be able to talk. You should be screaming.

A: Definitely NOT having this conversation with you.

Me: You’re not having this conversation with anyone…and that seems like a waste of an evening.

A: We are in different time zones. He’s probably still working.

Me: Why does that matter?

A: He’s not going to stop in the middle of his workday to have phone s*x.

I hit the video call button, hoping she’ll answer. This conversation needs to be had verbally not over text. I would rather see her in person, but she’s more likely to give me the time of day like this. She clearly likes control and I’m sure her boyfirend is boring as sh*t in the sack, whether it’s inperson or otherwise.

 The screen flickers on, but all I see is the ceiling of her room. “Was text message not good enough for you, Nathan?” She answers in a sultry voice that has my d*ck twitching immediately. It’s just my name, but hot as hell coming out of her pretty little mouth.

“Nope, this conversation took a turn that requires me to talk to you so there is no misunderstanding. I would actually like to see you; I prefer face-to-face interactions, but this will have to do… for now. You are playing hard to get.” I smile at my screen.

“I’m not playing anything. Especially not with you. I told you I have a boyfriend.”

“And yet you’re talking on the phone with me.” I tease. I can hear the change in her voice; she’s excited about this.

“You just think that because you’re hot, you can always get your way.” She snaps, then I hear a gasp and a slap of skin on skin, then silence that goes on so long I have to check to see if we are still connected.

I grin like a Cheshire cat. “So you do think I’m hot?” I question, trying to get her to say it again. 

“You heard me.” She mumbles. “Is there anything else I can help you with, Nathan?”

“For you to keep saying my name like that and lose your shirt. I have been dying to hear you scream all day.”

“WHAT?!” She exclaims. She wasn’t prepared for my forwardness. 

“I didn’t stutter. You just said you think I am hot and I clearly think the same about you. Neither of us is going anywhere tonight, and we both have some tension to blow off.” Copyright ©️ 2025 Miss L Writes and Ember Mantel Productions

“I really don’t think this is a good idea. I have someone at home, and I’m sure you do, too. I’m not a cheater.” She sounds hesitant for the first time. I wish I could see her face and touch her. My fingers are itching to touch every inch of her. I don’t know when I felt that need last.

“It’s not cheating if you touch yourself.” I justify. “And you’re leaving in a day, so this is my last chance to have a little fun with you.  What happens in the tropics stays in the tropics.” I give her my best sultry voice. I hope it works because just the tease of her has me hard as steel.

She huffs and I think she’s going to tell me off, but instead, I hear the rustle of clothes and watch something white glide over the phone’s camera. I groan out loud, biting my lip.  She’s going to let me play with her.

“ That phrase is for Vegas, not the tropics.” She giggles. “No clothes, now what?”

“You were only wearing one thing?!”

“I’m in my room alone in a tropical location with no plans to leave said room for the foreseeable future. Why would I have anything more on?”

“You are f**king killing me here. Does your boy know you sleep mostly naked while away on trips?”

“He’s never asked.” I groan again and make sure she can hear it.  That is something I would definitely know about her.

“He’s a moron. Can I see you?” I talk through cotton. My mouth has gone dry, like a f*cking teenager nervous about his first time.

“No, but I’m willing to play. I do need to blow off some steam, and you’re here. Are you naked too?”

“No, not yet.” My voice has gone an octave lower.

“Why don’t you join me?”

“What do you think I have been trying to do all day?” I tease and clear my throat. I need to stop sounding like a chump.

“I meant removing your clothes, jackass.” She giggles and I somehow get harder. I groan again.  It’s involuntary at this point. I pull my shirt off and set it next to my phone so she can see it.

“It’s getting more and more difficult to sit here in my pants anyway.  Your voice is doing things to my body, and he needs out.” I finish undressing and prop my phone so she can see me.  I have no qualms about being seen.

“Really? This is all it takes to get you worked up? A woman talking about being naked.” 

“With you…yes, apparently.” 

I hear rustling close to the mic on her phone. “I’ve never done anything like this before. Any specific requests, Nathan?” I am never going to get tired of hearing her say my name slow and sexy like that. “What would you like me to touch first?” I think I might explode right here.

I spend the next couple hours giving her instructions. I won’t let her come right away, I have to, no, need to make it last. 

“Keep your legs nice and wide for me. Are they wide enough that my shoulders would fit if I were with you right now?” Her phone jostles as she moves around.  I’m picturing her placing her feet on the coffee table in the living area, letting her knees drop wide open for me.

“Yes.” She sighs out.

“Play with your tits, I want those nipples as perky as they can get. Are they hard for me?”

“Yes.” Another catch of her breath, then a whimper that goes straight to my d*ck. I give it a squeeze, but I don’t dare stroke it, I’ll come in ten seconds.

“Yes, what?” I growl.

“Yes, they’re hard for you. Mmm.”

“That sounded nice. Do you like them caressed gently or a little rough?”

“Gentle with a little bite.”

“Do it.” My voice comes out gravelly. I’m more turned on than I can ever remember during phone sex. “I want to hear you when you do.” I still as the moan that rips out of her almost makes me come on the spot. I let go of my throbbing c*ck. She has to come first and at least twice. I grip the couch, giving more instructions and listening to her little mewls and moans in response.

“Trail one hand up your inner thigh slowly…Circle your clit, nice and slow…Slide one finger in your p***y…Tell me how wet you are for me…Now, two fingers…Tell me how you taste…Now, I need you to f**k yourself as deep as you can…Faster, I want to hear how wet you are.”

 I don’t even know when I start stroking myself again; I am totally focused on the image of Aurora touching herself. What her writhing little body must look like pleasing herself.

“Nathan, please, I’m so close, please.” She begs, and that’s it.

“Me too baby,” I grunt, “Come for me.” I command as I stroke myself into oblivion, groaning loudly, trying to focus on the sound of her fall over the edge.

“Uh, Oh God, Nathan, F**k yes!” She yells, and then no other coherent words come out as she rides the wave of her orgasm.

I listen for her breathing to even out as she comes down from her high. “That was amazing. I’ve never done anything like that before.”

“You mentioned that.” I huff out a laugh. “Believe it or not, neither have I. Well, not like this. But I wouldn’t mind doing it over and over again.” I smirk. 

“You know we can’t.” Is her only response, but she is also not making any move to end the call.

We stay like that, eventually getting dressed and talking into the night. We talk about nothing in particular, no business, no work, nothing that could identify either of us. I’ve never felt comfort with someone like this before. She’s talking to me, Nathan the regular guy, not me Nathan Westfield CEO of Westfield Group worth millions of dollars.

She yawns audibly around 2 a.m. “I have to get ready. My flight leaves in a couple of hours,” she says.

“Wait, I thought you had one more day here.” I ask, coming out of my post-s*x haze completely.

“My boss decided I am needed back in the city sooner than she thought. It was really nice to meet you. Maybe I’ll see you around, Nathan.” She almost whispers my name as she hangs up, not giving me a chance to protest or change her mind.

I groan. and decide I need another round in the shower while the sound of her voice is still fresh in my head. I think the best s*x I have ever had was over a phone with a woman I have known for less than twenty four hours. How pathetic am I?