Whisper Sweet Nothings: Something About Sam (Part 1) — Layla Hunter

Sarah jumped when the phone finally rang.  She stared at the console like a deer caught in headlights, unable to move.  What the hell was she doing?  This was insane; an introverted, thirty-something, afraid-of-her-own-shadow architect trying to pass herself off as a sex phone operator?

“Are you going to get that or what?” Rachel, her designated trainer, chided her and Sarah looked to her helplessly.

“You can do this … come on … remember why you are doing this … it makes it easier.  I’ll be right out here,” the woman reassured her.

Sarah nodded towards her and reached over to press the button, the button that would lead her down a path she had never pictured herself traversing, especially not at this point in her life.

She had been asked to pick a name for herself and had chosen Sherry … it had a sweet, girl-next-door quality to it unlike her own name.  Her literary-minded mother had thought it a wonderful idea to name her daughter Scheherazade, although most of her friends called her Sarah.  Today, though, she was Sherry.

“Hello, this is Sherry. Welcome to Whisper Sweet Nothings … have you us called before?” she asked sweetly even though her hands were shaking and her heart pounded painfully within her chest.

“Uh, no … this is … well, this is my first time.”

Since she was new, she had been told she would get the undecided first-timers or the clients who wanted a more ‘vanilla’ experience.  Most of the women had a specialty too … BDSM, Fetish, Gay/Lesbian, etc.  As she trained, she could add to her repertoire which would increase her money-making potential.

“Not to worry.  That’s why they put you in my very capable hands.  I will take care of you.  What’s your name?” she asked, wondering if she should pull out the scripts she had studied ad nauseum.

“Sam.  My name is Sam.  Know what … this was a mistake.  I … I should go.  I’m sorry ma’am … I didn’t mean to waste your time and …”

She could hear his voice trembling and her heart went out to him.  He was as scared as she was.  “Sam … listen to me … I probably shouldn’t tell you this but would it make you feel better to know that this is my first time too?”

She caught the look of disdain from Rachel as she shook her head from side to side.  Sorry, she mouthed as she turned her attention back to Sam.

“I think you are just saying that to keep me on the line.”

“No, this really is my first time.  I’ll make you a deal … we take this one step at a time … together … how does that sound?”

There was a moment of silence and she thought she had lost him; her heart sank.

“That sounds fine.”

“So tell me Sam, what is it that you were looking for when you decided to call?”

“I … I’m not sure.  It’s been a long time ma’am since I have …” he paused again and she could feel his uncertainty.

“Sam … call me Sherry … please.  It’s much more personal and … intimate.”

“Sherry.  That’s a nice name.  And your voice … it’s very deep and smooth … do you sing?”

She laughed.  “Only in the shower.”

“That’s too bad.  I think you could really do something with that voice.”

She was doing something with that voice, she thought to herself and stamped down any feelings of derision she had about this.

“Thank you.  I have thought about it from time to time but … truth is I’m just too shy to sing in front of people.”

There was an odd moment of silence and then she realized how silly that sounded considering what she was doing here and now.  She had to laugh out loud. 

“I figured you’d get it,” he teased.

“You’re funny Sam.  Listen hon … I’m here for you tonight.  What do you want?” She urged him gently, hoping he would open up to her.

“I don’t know.  I’ve never done anything like this before.  My buddies set this up for me … sort of a going away present.  They thought it might help me get over … well …”

She heard the heartache in his voice; she could almost feel it.  “Can I ask what happened?”

“I’m not sure really.  I thought everything was going just fine and then she sent me a Dear Sam letter … well, she e-mailed me a Dear Sam letter.”

“Ouch.  I’m sorry about that.  What a cowardly way to break up with someone,” she remarked, unable to keep the ire from her voice.  “Sam … I know I don’t know you but I can read people fairly well and you seem like a good, sweet man who was hurt by a foolish, thoughtless woman.  Maybe it’s easier said then done but let it go … don’t take this with you.”

He was quiet and she hoped she hadn’t offended him.  Who did she think she was … Dear Sherry?  Yet she sensed he would need all his sensibilities about him for the journey ahead.  “Are you okay? I am sorry if I offended you…”

“No, no … really, it’s alright.  That’s what everyone has been telling me but … it’s hard.”

“I know … believe me.”  She should change the subject.  “Tell me … do you like the outdoors?”

“Yeah, I love it outside.”

“What else do you like?”

“Hiking and camping.  A little fishing.  I always wanted to make my way across Alaska, you know. I like photography.  Don’t laugh but … I wanted to be a wildlife photographer when I grew up.”

She caught her breath at the synchronicity of his reply.  “I would never laugh but … wow, that’s weird.  I always pictured myself photographing wolves somewhere in the Midwest or Alaska.”

“Then why are you doing this?” he asked.

Ouch.  “Real life.  Sometimes it puts our dreams on hold, but never give up on your dreams.  I have no intention of giving up on mine.”

“Ditto.  So here’s to our dreams Sherry.”

“Here’s to our dreams.  What if I told you that we were lying together on a blanket near a creek, underneath the stars having a late night picnic … would you join me?”

“Yeah, I’d like that.”

“Would it be alright if I sit in front of you … between your legs … and ask you to put your arms around me while we look up at the stars?”

“You’re a romantic then?” he asked almost hopefully.

“Guilty.”

“Okay, arms are around you Sherry.”

“Hmmm … that’s nice.  Nothing like a pair of strong arms wrapped around me.  Are you ready to give this a try Sam?”

He started to answer and then went quiet.  “I’m not sure what to do.”

“Leave that up to me.  Are you somewhere where you can get comfortable, if you know what I mean,” she asked and heard his breath catch.

“Give me a minute?”

“I’ll be waiting,” she assured him as she sat back drawing in a deep, relaxing breath.  She could do this.  She had to do this.  Strangely enough, she found she almost wanted to do this with him.

“I’m back Sherry.”

“Okay … now close your eyes and just relax … long, deep breaths … and listen to my voice.  Jump in wherever you want to.  Let me ask … if I wanted to go skinny-dipping, would you join me?”

He laughed out loud.  “Hell yeah.”

“Then what are we waiting for … let’s do it!  Would you help me get undressed?”

“What are you wearing?”

“A long, sleeveless dress … gauzy … something in dark amber perhaps?”

“Nice.  How are you wearing your hair?”

“My hair is up … long brown hair with a few loose strands brushing against my neck.”

“And what color are your eyes?” he asked tentatively.

“Green.  And yours?”

“Blue. And my hair … what’s left of it … is black.”

“I can picture you Sam.  You are a handsome man and you look very sexy in the moonlight.  Here … reach down and lift my dress up and over my head …”

“What are you wearing underneath?” he asked a bit shyly.

“Nothing,” she teased.

He laughed and she described her body to him, giving him details but leaving some things to the imagination … his imagination.  She waited a moment before she asked if he was done.

“Admiring you in the moonlight?  No, not yet …”

She smiled as she felt a little shiver course through her.  He was coming along now and the realization that she had something to do with helping him made her feel better about this.

“Your turn Sam.  Will you undress for me?  I want to watch,” she stated in a sultry tone, asking him to describe to her what he looked like.

She closed her eyes and imagined him standing naked before her beneath a full moon and she told him as much.  Then, she described them running down to the creek, hand in hand, and diving into the warm water as the image began to take shape in her own mind, using her words to paint a picture for him. 

“This water is a lot warmer than I thought.  Come here … wrap your arms around me,” she asked him, her voice a little softer now.  She described to him the feel of water lapping around their naked bodies, the sensations those tiny waves were stirring within her, and the feel of his arms around her.

“My breasts feel good pressed against your chest … every time you move against them, you stir up a little bit of heat down there,” she confessed as she actually felt a frisson of desire move through her.

“Kiss me Sam … please,” she urged him, her voice a little deeper now.  “Imagine your mouth moving over mine … my lips are soft and full and parted ever so slightly inviting you to kiss me a little deeper … yes, like that … I taste like chocolate and strawberries … hmmm,” she sighed wistfully.

“Can you feel my hands moving over your back and around your waist … down around your backside?  Oh … love those dimples Sam,” she teased and he laughed. 

“Touch me … I want to feel your hands over my wet body … its all yours tonight … oh, yesss … that’s it … where are you touching me?”

“Your shoulders and down your arms … across your back … hmmm … you have a nice ass too, Sherry,” he remarked and she laughed out loud.

“Indeed I do.  What about my breasts … do you like them?”

“Yes … they are full and soft and fit in my hands.”

“Oh, I like what you are doing … squeezing and kneading them … oh, do that again … brush your thumbs over my nipples.”  She gasped in pleasure.

“Please … I want to feel your mouth over them … I want to feel you licking my nipples … drawing them into your mouth … tugging and teasing … even nipping them lightly … oh, Sam … that’s it … heaven.” She let loose a soft moan and nearly lifted her hand to her own breast.

“While you do that, you won’t mind if I reach my hands beneath the water and find your cock … the one that’s been pressed against me since we started kissing?” she continued her description of their encounter.

“Oh, nice.  I’m going to stroke your beautiful cock … my hands moving over you in the water …”

She heard him draw in a sharp breath and let loose a moan.  “Sherry … I want …” he hesitated and she knew he was nervous.  It was her job to guide him along if need be.

“Do you want to make love to me?”

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Part 2 will be published one week from today.  Read Layla’s other sexy stories published here on Every Night Erotica; Full Exposure and Masquerade.

Writing as Layla Hunter, I am a member of RWA, NJRW, LSFW, Passionate Ink, FF&P RWA, Elements RWA, IWWG, as well as Romance Divas, Absolute Write and Romance in the Backseat, where I entered and won the New Year’s Writer’s Rumble with my entry, Karma.  I have attended the NJRW 2008 and 2009 Put Your Heart in a Book conferences and am looking forward to NJRW 2010.  Along with erotic romance, I write contemporary and paranormal romance and currently have several works in progress. You can find Layla here: www.laylahunter.com

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