Helen picked up the phone with a tut of annoyance. How was she meant to work with these distractions? 'Yes?' she said abruptly, and then the mask of her irritation slipped away when she heard her boyfriend's voice. 'Baby!' she purred, 'how are you, how was the flight?
'Yeah, I'm fine, it was fine, everything's fine.' Jamie's amusement was evident in his tone. 'I'm all alone, here in the hotel, and I was just... you know, thinking of you.' His voice dropped lower as he continued, 'And I was feeling a bit sexual, you know how I am, and I was just looking at our special photos.' His voice changed to a whisper, 'You know the ones.'
Helen's face burned at the reference to the pictures. She knew which ones Jamie was talking about, the dirty bastard had enjoyed taking them, and in all honesty Helen had enjoyed posing. God, the memory of the sex that had followed...
'So,' Jamie said, 'I was thinking that perhaps you'd like to help me out here?'
'How?' Helen asked, knowing exactly what Jamie had in mind.
He chuckled, far away across the oceans, alone in his hotel in New York. 'Well, perhaps you could do a little smutty talk for me - to go with the pictures. I love your husky, sexy voice when you talk dirty. Come on, don't make me beg.'
Helen sighed. 'Sorry honey, I'm supposed to be working. Got that project to finalise and all...'
'Well, if the boss can't have a little time off, who can?' Jamie cajoled.
'Really babe, I can't... sorry.'
'Shit, Helen,' Jamie persisted, 'I'm big and hard from looking at the pictures. Remember how seeing my cock all angry turns you on?'
Jamie knew exactly where to aim his arrows of persuasion, he knew Helen's Achilles' heel and he went for it without hesitation. Helen faltered, and the silence that greeted his previous comment showed Jamie that he was winning the struggle. 'In fact,' he whispered, his voice gruff in his hunger for Helen's participation, 'I'm naked here and stroking myself as we speak.'
Helen closed her eyes, torn between the faint yet demanding throb of her clitoris, and completing the project she was supposed to be working on. 'Damn you, Jamie,' she sighed, 'hurry up though; I really do have to work.'
Jamie's chuckle of triumphant pleasure sounded in the earpiece of the phone. 'You're fantastic, Helen,' he said. 'Guess which picture I'm looking at right now?'
Helen didn't need much time to think at all, she knew Jamie's taste too well. The couple had only been together for two months; they'd met at a training seminar and had clicked immediately. Helen, a native of New York had recently arrived in London to lead a team of designers in the London offices of the corporation she worked for. She had liked the cheeky Jamie upon the first moment of seeing him; she loved his easy cockney charm, and knew that they would probably end up sleeping together on that first night of the course. She liked the way he looked, confident and well groomed in his business suit; and his wavy, not too long blonde hair and blue eyes were just to her taste. Being from the US, his still unfamiliar English accent and weird colloquialisms sounded strange to her ears. Over the course of their subsequent night of passion, Helen loved to hear the elongated version of the word 'ass'. The way Jamie pronounced it as arse made the word itself seem rounded, just like the twin globes of her round, tight buttocks that Jamie raved over when they were revealed to him that night. 'You're looking at my ass, aintcha?' Helen said; confident in her prediction over which photo was on top of the pile.
'Yes,' Jamie confirmed, 'Am I that predictable?'
'Oh yes, baby, you certainly are. I bet it's the one where I'm on my knees and my butt is stuck right out at ya.'
'Of course,' Jamie replied. 'I love your beautiful arse. Damn,' he said in an exasperated tone, 'I wish I could feel your bum right now, it's so fucking sexy...'
Despite her earlier reluctance, Helen now warmed to her task. 'Yeah, baby, Daddy's little girl is sure missing him too.' Jamie's groan was loud in her ear at Helen's use of the little girl voice that turned Jamie on so much. God, he was such a perv. Helen had heard British guys were kinky, and boy had she ever found herself one! 'Oh, Daddy,' she continued, encouraged by Jamie's moan of pleasure. 'Oh, Daddy, I wish you were here to touch my ass. I love your hands on my skin. It makes me all tingly between my legs, and my tight little pussy gets all slippery and wet.'
'Helen... Fuck. I love it when you talk like that. God I wish you were here.' Jamie's voice had become almost desperate and Helen pictured him, lean bodied and handsome as he lay on the bed with his lovely cock hard and ready in his fist. It was one of those curious twists in life that found Helen in his home city and Jamie in hers. Jamie had only been gone for a day but Helen felt the tickle in her stomach that indicated her growing arousal. She was a naturally highly sexed woman and usually enjoyed some form of sexual diversion at least once, or even twice a day.
'You know I want you to come back soon and to put that big thing of yours in me,' Helen whispered. 'I want you to put it in me, Daddy. In any hole you want.' Jamie's breathing was loud and laboured as Helen continued, 'Where do you want to put it, Daddy? In my mouth, so I can taste your big cock?' As she spoke Helen felt her nipples harden and the tiny heartbeat in her clit intensified. Despite the fact she was at work in her office Helen squirmed in her seat and hiked her skirt up around her hips as far as the straining seams would allow. She pushed her hand down into the elasticated band of her panties and touched the curled folds of her sex with the tips of her fingers. Her own touch electrified Helen and a jolt of lust led to a hunger for sexual relief. 'Baby,' she said in a near normal tone. 'I'm fingering myself right now, right here in my office.'
'Fuck,' Jamie whistled in astonishment at the disclosure. 'You're such a slut,' he continued, 'but you're so fucking beautiful and sexy,' added to avoid any misunderstanding.