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Operator 69:

When I’ve been able to think of nothing else all day? Yes.

Sara:

It was nice.

Operator 69:

Nice? Babygirl, if it was only “nice” you’re doing it wrong.

Sara:

Babygirl?

Operator 69:

Sorry, does that one bother you?

Sara:

Actually, no.

I feel like it should—like it should feel demeaning or infantilizing—but somehow with you, it doesn’t.

It makes me feel…God, I don’t know.

Operator 69:

It’s okay Sara, tell me.

Sara:

Cared for, I guess. Like if we were dating, you’d take care of me.

Operator 69:

That’s exactly what I’d do, Sara. I’d take care of you.

I’d take care of your body and mind.

I’d take care of your pleasure, your orgasms.

And you’d do the same for me, wouldn’t you?

Sara:

Yes. I’d want to make you feel good, make you happy.

Operator 69:

It makes me happy when you follow my instructions, Sara.

Do you still like following them?

Sara:

God yes. I don’t know how you do it, but it turns me on like crazy.

Operator 69:

Good. Now tell me what happened in the bathroom at the coffee shop.

I want to know how you touched yourself…

And what you were thinking about when you did it.

Sara:

I don’t know if I can describe it.

Operator 69:

I’ll never judge or shame you for anything you say to me, Sara.

And I guarantee whatever you did in that bathroom is going to make me hard as a fucking rock. Okay?

I blushand bite my lip as I stare at his words of reassurance and stimulation.

Sara:

Yeah, okay.

Operator 69:

Good girl. Now tell me every dirty detail.

Sara:

I perched on the small vanity.

I had one foot on the floor and the other on the edge of the sink.

Operator 69:

Yoga pants on or off?

Sara:

I kept them on in case I needed to make a hasty exit, lol.

Plus, I was invested in the image you’d given me of teasing myself through the fabric.

Operator 69:

And did you?

Sara:

Yes. I closed my eyes and stroked over my folds.

They were already swollen and sensitive, just from what you’d said to me.

Operator 69:

And were you telling the truth about the damp spot?

Were you already wet, Sara?

Sara:

Very.

Operator 69:

And what were you thinking about as you stroked yourself?

Sara:

I imagined that you’d pulled me to the edge of the counter then knelt in front of me…

You ran your nose up my center and breathed in my scent.

And you groaned in satisfaction from the evidence of my arousal.

Operator 69:

Mmmm, I like the sound of that. Then what did I do?

Sara:

You teased me with slow licks before sucking on my clit through my pants.

The suction combined with the friction from the material had me moaning…

Begging you for more.

Operator 69:

I would give you more, Sara. I would give you so damn much.

Did you get yourself off over your pants?

Sara:

No.

With one hand, I pinched and played with my nipples under my shirt…

And then my other hand slid beneath my waistband.

Operator 69:

Fuuuuuuuck

I’m so damn hard for you right now, babygirl. Keep going.

Sara:

In real life, my fingers dipped inside my soaked sex.

But in my fantasy…

You’d ripped a hole in the crotch of my pants for your cock to fit through.

You just lined yourself up and shoved deep inside me.

Then you held me with one arm around my lower back…

And one hand fisted in my hair as you ruthlessly pounded into me.

Operator 69:

Hell yes. I’d fuck you so hard and fast.

I’d bottom out inside you with every fucking thrust.

Sara:

God, yes. I pushed my fingers in as far as they’d go, imagining how much bigger you’d be.

Operator 69:

Goddamn, baby…

Tell me how hard you made yourself come.

Sara:

I had to hold my other hand over my mouth to muffle my scream…

My legs shook with the force of my orgasm.

And it felt like days before the aftershocks stopped rolling through me.

Operator 69:

Fuck me

Sara:

I did. In my fantasy. ??

Operator 69:

And you did it well, I might add.

You’ve got one hell of an imagination, Sara.

Sara:

So…you liked it?

Operator 69:

Fucking LOVED it.

I’m proud of you for completing your mission.

You’ve made me a very happy—not to mention very horny—man.

Sara:

Thanks, Ian…for encouraging me to step outside my comfort zone.

Honestly, I’ve learned more about myself in the last few days talking to you than I have my whole life.

Operator 69:

I’m glad to hear that. I hope you’ll let me help you discover even more.

What happened when you were done and went back to your booth?

Sara:

OMG I almost forgot.

I ran into Will. Literally!

Operator 69:

Who’s Will? Is he a friend? An ex?

Sara:

No, he’s TYMM. His name is Will.

As I was leaving the bathroom, he was walking TOWARDS it.

I must have been lost in my post-orgasm haze because I ran straight into him.

Operator 69:

Ooh plot twist. LOL Did the two of you talk?

Sara:

A little. He was funny but the whole exchange was mostly awkward.

Especially when he expressed concern because I looked “flushed.”

Operator 69:

LOL Do you think he could tell what you’d been doing?

Sara:

It sure as hell felt like it! His gaze dropped to my chest for a second.

But I swear my nipples got hard all over again.

It took everything in me not to hide them with my arms.

Operator 69:

Even if it never crossed his mind that you made yourself come in that bathroom…

Seeing you in that full-body blush with your nipples tightening into peaks…

Probably made him imagine what you’d look like in his bed, writhing beneath him with his name on your lips.