After the events of the previous night Fadi could not take his mind off Amani, and what would or would not happen next week in London. The intensity of their role play and the way she responded to everything he asked her to do, had intoxicated him and filled his senses with violent pleasure. His orgasm was one of the strongest he ever had. And once it was all over the words Amani uttered while still in the throws of the intensity of the moment, completely floored him. The usual sweet and giggly tone was gone. Her voice was breathless, decisive, urgent and erotic.
"I WANT this. I don't care anymore. I WANT this. I want to see you naked, I want you to rip my clothes of. I want your sex in my mouth. I want to taste you. I want you to push it deep into my throat. I have had enough of being a good girl, I deserve this, I deserve you and your cock"
Fadi could picture her, lying on the floor, her naked body covered in a thin layer of sweat, her right hand precariously holding the phone to her ear while her left hand cupped her aching and wet pussy. The dark black pussy hair that Fadi so wanted to caress intertwining between her fingers, while her middle finger, drenched in her essence finally rested after having furiously pumped in and out of her sweet beautiful and dripping labia.
But the main sensation that he was dealing with was an angry sadness, a feeling of betrayal, accompanied by a childlike need to shout out how unfair this whole situation was. They were both from conservative Pakistani backgrounds. Sex before marriage was just not on the cards. They were both open and relaxed about the topic of sex, they both had their erotic fantasies and being kindred spirits they knew they could talk to each other about this openly without fear of judgement or being seen as vulgar in any way. He adored how she had the courage to explore her sexuality despite her repressive background, and she was completely enthralled and seduced by his slow burning intricate but ultimately deeply erotic sexual fantasies. Nevertheless despite this mutual openness to freely discuss and exchange each other's fantasies and desires, deep down they both knew that neither of them was willing to cross that ultimate boundary, and these heated nocturnal phone sex sessions would never ever materialize into a real physical encounter.
They had met on a muslim matrimonial site a few months prior. She had actually initiated the discussion, and very quickly it became obvious that they had a very magical form of chemistry between them. They were both successful and ambitious in their careers. They both had fierce intellects and enjoyed engaging in long debates, often with opposing opinions but always with a mutual admiration for each other's remarkable thinking skills. And another thing that they discovered very early on, during their second phone call, was that they both considered the mind to be the biggest erogenous zone and they had very intense, erotic and passionate sexual desires.
Amani opened the subject, spurred on by her usual tendency to cut to the chase, even if it would leave her somewhat exposed and vulnerable, in case the ensuing conversation were to not take the turn that she had hoped for.
"So I think we should exchange a secret, I will tell me something no one knows about me then you can do the same." Said Amani, once again taking the lead.
"Ok lets do it" replied Faisal
"Ok so here it goes: I used to watch a LOT of porn"
That was the opening line that immediately put an unexpected spin on their blossoming relationship, one that fit so well with Fadi that over the course of the next 2 months and their daily calls it made him wonder that he might have found the ideal woman.
While they both discussed their faith and their moral boundaries (they had met on a muslim matrimonial site after all), Amani's confession about watching porn opened the door to carefully worded, incredibly enticing discussions about sex, that started with a somewhat timid and modest flavor, but very quickly became increasingly bold and daring.
They both quickly realised that they could talk about absolutely anything sexual to each other in a surprisingly candid way, without any reciprocal judgement. They created a little world for themselves where their daily phone calls would touch on subjects like masturbation, erotic fantasies, oral sex, and anyone listening in to the conversations would think that they were having an intellectual and playful chat about anything but sex.
Its easy to see where this was going. And yet, due to the fact that Fadi and Amani both considered their faith and moral compass to be equally as important as their journey of sexual discovery, the trajectory of their relationship could have easily remained on a decidedly platonic course.
Then one night the conversation turned to a topic that they had not explored before, when they started describing their bodies to each other.
"So you are 1m60cm tall?"
"Too short for you?" Laughed Amani
"Not at all thats a nice height, for some reason I pictured you a bit more petite than that." Replied Fadi
"And you are 1m76cm? Thats a good height, not that it matters really, with your personality and your quick wit you could charm anyone off their feet even if you were tiny" said Amani, meaning every word, pity that over the phone Fadi could not see the affectionate and cute smile that flourished other face.
"Yes but I feel like I am a bit unbalanced, I wish my legs were a bit longer and my torso a bit shorter"
"Oh there is no reason for that, personally I love a nice manly torso"
"I don't suppose you have that issue?"
"Well no, despite being on the short side, I do have nice long legs, in fact I was kind of admiring them the other day when was...." Amani broke off
"When you were what?"Asked Fadi
"Oh dear, will he recoil at hearing about my far from glamorous grooming routine...?"
"What do you mean?" Fadi persisted, confused and curious
"Well I was shaving my legs."
"Ah ok" Fadi understood that girls didn't want men to know about the things they need to do to make themselves look beautiful"
"I was shaving my legs while I was in the shower" Amani completed her previous sentence
Fadi's throat immediately went dry, while they had talked about all sorts of things sexual in the last few months, there had never been a specific mention of their own bodies, least of all when said body was under the shower. Naked.
The mental image raced through his head, he took a big gulp which must have been audible on the other side of the phone because the next thing Amani said was
"Are you imagining me in the shower Fadi?"
"Yes"
"Naked?" Asked Amani in a tone veiled in fake surprise
"... I guess I shouldn't. Should I?" Replied Fadi after a few seconds that seemed an eternity.
There was a long silence, which Amani ended by saying something that made Fadi suddenly feel a growing pressure in his crotch
"Well, you're actually doing anything wrong are you? Its in your mind. So... Yes Fadi, its ok for you to imagine me naked. I quite like the idea actually" on her side of the phone line Amani had also started to notice a slight sensation of dampness spreading between her legs.
"Oh ok.." Stumbled Fadi "So nice long legs... In the shower.... Shaving"
"Yeees Fadi. Seems like you enjoy that image" Amani had a feeling she knew where the conversation would go next, and she decided to give things a nudge.
"I actually enjoy shaving in the shower, there is a large mirror in front so if I open the shower curtain I can see myself.... To make sure I get it right" Amani upped the ante, and after a moment of hesitation, Fadi decided to go down this path with her. "So do you only shave your legs, when you are in the shower, in front of the mirror, admiring your naked body?"
Amani smiled to herself with glee, he had not let her down in his choice of words
"Well, yes. Why is there anything else to shave?" This was a very calculated line by Amani, who had kept in mind a chat they had had a week before where Fadi had mentioned his dislike of completely shaved vaginas. At the time this confession had pleased her because she also held the same opinion, which in turn had an effect on how she like to groom her own sex.
"Well I am wondering.... Do you shave there also? Meaning... between your legs?"
"Well good sir.... I think you will be happy to find out that I actually don't shave there... I do trim it, and make it look pretty"
Fadi's voice came out a little quieter and deeper "Really, and may I ask how much you trim it?"
"So as we both know there are certain things that I don't plan to do until a nice guy marries me... But I still like to trim my pussy so that there is still a patch of hair that will hopefully excite a young gentleman when it is revealed to him, but short enough so that...."
"Go on..." Fadi was really starting to feel that erection and Amani's use of the word pussy had led to ever increasing pressure in his trousers
"Well short enough so that when that gentleman opens my legs, slides down my body and starts to lick my vagina, my hair won't be of any impediment to our mutual enjoyment"
The gates were open, from this moment onwards their conversations became increasingly graphic and descriptive.
The following day the discussion turned to Fadi and his cock. Fadi was surprised by Amani's excited barrage of questions about his penis. He was particularly interested in the fact that Amani mentioned more than a few times that she would enjoy seeing it. Now this was an example of how they could express these desires knowing full well that there was no chance ever that she would actually ever get to see Fadi's penis, because both of them had some very hard boundaries that they would not cross.
There was one very good reason why things went go up a notch. Fadi lived in France, Amani lived in Canada. She had never been to Europe and he had never been to Canada. This physical distance between them gave their relationship a unique layer of psychological safety. They knew that as things stood there was unfortunately no chance that their relationship would turn into a real one. Recent events had reinforced this reality. Around the same time both Fadi and Amani had received their dream job offers. Amani in Toronto and Fadi in Paris. As mentioned both of them placed high importance on their moral compass, and also their sexual journey, but it was also true that both of them valued their careers over almost anything else. Added to this were family commitments that in both cases made it basically impossible for one to move to the other's country.
So this distance gave them extra comfort in knowing that despite the growing passion with which they engaged in their phone sex sessions, they were in a way protected from crossing their personal boundaries since they would never really be in the same place together.
This safety blanket however had another unintended effect. Their sexual back and forth became more and more intense and increasingly descriptive in a way that hinted at the fact that both virtual lovers wanted the emotions raging during their calls to get closer and closer to those experienced during real physical sex.
"Where are you?" Fadi asked
"In my room, no one is home except for my mom who is downstairs."
"So... you told me you had a walk in wardrobe in your room?"
Amani smiled "Actually its quite big, almost like a separate room, and if I close my bedroom door as well as the wardrobe door, then I can make as much noise as I want, no one would hear me for miles"
"Thats my clever girl... so if I asked you to go into your wardrobe would you do it?" "I'm walking into it right now sweetie"
"Ok, so I'm curious, what are you wearing tonight?" Asked Fadi
"I just came back from the gym, I still have my purple sweatshirt with a tank top underneath, and my sports bra... Although I'm feeling a little uncomfortable, I should loosen it up. Oh and below I have a pair of cute short shorts which are hiding my white panties... Its all very sweaty"
"Maybe you can take a bit more sweat?"
"I'm willing to try... So... I'm not sure what to do here... Maybe you have some instructions you want me to follow? I'd be happy to do whatever you need to be done" Amani said in a husky voice.
Fadi kicked things off "yes, first I would like you to remove that sweatshirt, I don't think you'll need that"
"Uh huh. Done" she said after some movement
"Next I would really like it if you could get on your knees if that is comfortable"
"Of course"
"Now tell me about that tank top?"
"Oh its quite loose, the straps hang quite a bit and it has a deep neck" "I see, well do you think you could reach inside it, and while you leave it on, you remove that uncomfortable tight bra from underneath?"
"Lets see... so I'm sliding my hand in and unhooking the bra... Oh! Its almost off, the cups are just perched on my breasts, should I slide it off?" "Yes please Amani, now I would like you to put your hands on the ground and get on all fours. So tell me what you see when you look down your top?"
"So Fadi... my breasts are not contained by my bra anymore and the tank top is very loose, so at this moment my breasts are dangling from my chest, occasionally my nipples graze the fabric of the tank top. I'll be honest It is making me quite excited... in fact I feel something... down there"
*******
Four months into their explosive virtual sexual relationship fate played an interesting turn on them.
"I have a business trip a week from today, I will be away for 5 days" Said Fadi on one late night call "Oh no... you will not be available to instruct me on how I should masturbate while you listen to me? I will have to miss out on my beloved phone sex for 5 days?" Amani put on a sweet hurt little voice but she was actually unhappy about this.
"I'm sorry Amani, but we'll make up for it when I'm back"
"Where are you going?" "To London, I will be working a lot but luckily I will have the evenings and the weekend off, so I plan to enjoy myself in my old home town" "Ok sweetheart, I'll miss you, have a safe trip"
The next day the unthinkable happened. Amani's manager called her into his office at lunch time
"Amani there has been a big development, there is a conference that was supposed to be attended by one of the senior managers, but he can't go and there is no one else that can go either, the whole team is in Vancouver"
"Well ok, I guess I can handle it, so when is it, and where would it be?"
"Its in next week, in London, so I'm afraid it will be a long flight. But we'll put you up in a great hotel. I'm sure you'll enjoy it"
Amani almost fainted. The second she heard the words "London" and "next week" only one thing filled her mind.
"London...? Does this mean... I will meet Fadi?"
**You won't believe this. I have to go to London. Next week. We will overlap by 4 days***
The text message almost floored Fadi, a mixture of excitement and fear overcame him
"Will we meet? Will this destroy everything? Will she even like me? Maybe we should not meet. No thats ridiculous, there is a one in a million possibility that we would end up in the same city at the same time, we should meet. Will anything happen between us? NO! We both know there are boundaries we will not cross...."
His internal monologue continued until later that night when they spoke on the phone. They were both shocked at this outcome, but they agreed that they would definitely meet. There were 4 nights that they would overlap before they went back to their respective cities and probably never meet again in person.
"You know London, so you prepare our meetups!" Said Amani enthusiastically
"Yes and it turns out your hotel is one tube stop from mine so it will be perfect"
Something strange happened over the next four days. Their sexual role-plays came to a sudden stop, and neither of them addressed this. The conversations were great, Fadi constantly made Amani laugh on the phone until she couldn't take it anymore, but neither of them ended up naked like they normally would do and there was no hint of innuendo. It was as if they both subconsciously retreated from their secret erotic world, one where things had become achingly sensual and vivid, both of them had had multiple orgasms per night taking it in turns so that the other person could hear every breath and sound during their climax. And now suddenly they were only talking about their days and engaging in friendly witty banter.
Secretly both Amani and Fadi had been pining for each other. They had never felt these sensations before and they were addicted to each other. Every night Fadi fantasised about Amani, naked on all fours inside her wardrobe, her pendulous breasts swinging, her nipples just aching to be sucked, and her glorious hairy pussy with her lips parted, dripping with her essence and waiting to accommodate Fadi's throbbing cock. On her side of the world, Amani started masturbating every night, something she previously had done only while Fadi was on the phone. But now she would go to bed each night and imagine standing infant of a naked Fadi his penis slowly becoming engorged and rising into a rock hard erection, lifting her erotic anticipation together with it. She longed to touch him, hold him and finally get to satisfy her obsession with his cock, a cock that she had never seen, but she knew well from the detailed descriptions that she demanded from Fadi.
It was 3 days before their departure. And something exploded that night. Before they knew it Amani was naked on her back on the floor. Fadi naked on his bed, instructing her to take her phone and rub the microphone over her pussy. As he heard Amani's pubic hair rustling ferociously against the phone, he lost control, he started crying out loud as his cum shot out of him like a fountain before landing on his belly
"What! Baby! What happened?" Amani blurted out breathlessly as she moved the phone from her vagina to her ear. She could feel the wetness of her juices all over her phone
"Baby I came so hard! OH! It was amazing! I can't breathe"
"Oh sweetheart did you cum for me? I love listening to you when you come!" She said almost completely out of breathe
"I wish I could have cum over your beautiful breasts Amani"
She stopped her self pleasuring, and lay on the floor completely out of breathe, legs open, her pussy glistening with the enormous effluence that came from inside her.
"No... Not on my breasts Fadi... First I would want something more meaningful"
"Tell me baby"
"I want your cock inside my mouth, I want to jerk you off with my lips and my throat, and I want you to cum inside my mouth. I want every single drop of your sacred sperm to coat the inside of my mouth, I want to taste it, I want to swallow it, I want it inside my body to show you how much you mean to me."
"Amani, baby, hold out your hand."
She did as he said
"Now I want you to stick your middle finger out"
She complied
"Amani, this is not your finger. This is my cock"
"UUuuuh...!" The sound she let out made Fadi understand that he had taken her to a new high of pleasure. Within a second Fadi could hear sucking sounds, as Amani had taken her finger, put it in her mouth and imagining that instead of her finger, it was Fadi's stiff long cock that had just pushed through the threshold of her lips.
"This is my cock Amani, and now you will put it inside your sex...
"UUUhhhhhh!" Amani was in extasy
Fadi, still recovering from the violent orgasm that he had just experienced, heard Amani fumbling with the phone, until her realised what she was doing in the next second, when the unmistakable sound of Amani's finger ramming in and out of her vagina flowed like electricity over the phone line and into Fadi's grateful ear.