"I'm just just sitting here on the table with one leg swung over the side and the other under my arm," she innocently replied. "My knee is under my arm and I'm holding the phone with my other arm. You know, just normal.”
"And your underwear," he went on. "Are your panties and bra visible or does your dressing down cover them up?”
She was puzzled, but also a little excited at his interest in her. "The front of my gown's open, so you can see my panties real easy. I mean if anybody was here, they could see them-nobody is, of course! And the gown's real thin; you can see right through it. So my blue bra's easy to see too.”
"Yeah?" he said. "It is, huh?”
His voice was shaky now, and she could make some kind of rhythmic little noise in the background. Something really weird was going on, she felt, even though she didn't quite know what it was.
"Well, let me tell you something, sugar. Let me tell you what I'd like to do for you for being so helpful with my little interview. You're on that end of the line and I'm on this end, so I can't really do this, you understand. But this is what I'd like to do if I could," he continued. His voice was deep and gravelly now, and Karen could hear his breath coming faster and faster.
"If I was at your house," he told her, "I'd like to come up there in that hall and see you sitting there all sweet and pretty in that thin gown you're wearing. I'd like to take it off and get you down to your underwear again. But I wouldn't stop there. I'd take that bra off and let those fine little tits of yours pop out, and I'd strip them panties off your ass and I'd slide 'em off your legs and get you naked as the day you was born.”
She couldn't believe he was saying things like that to her, but she seemed charmed somehow, like a bird before a snake, and she couldn't hang up the phone even though she knew the things he said were terribly nasty and dirty and that her mother would paddle her bottom if she could know.
"I'd throw them undies of yours down the stairs and I'd take you off that table and lay you down on the carpet. I'd get a nice handful of those tits and I'd spread your legs and make you open up so I could see every hair on your little cunt. How would you like that, sweetheart, huh? Then I'd open my fly and give you a look at something big and hard, baby, and I'd stoop down and give you a kiss on the lips and then I'd shove my prick into your mouth and make you suck it.
"I'd stick my fingers between your legs and feel up your pussy hairs for a few minutes while you sucked me off, then I'd rub your pussy lips till you got hot as a little bitch. And believe me, baby, you would! Then I'd put you down on your back and I'd fit the head of my cock in that sweet little hole of yours and I'd-”
His breath was coming in great torrents now and she was so caught up in the things he was saying that she interrupted him, her voice nervous and excited.
"My gosh, mister," she exclaimed, "Then what would you do to me, huh? Then what would you do?”
"You hot little slut, you wanna know, don't you? You wanna know!" He was now barely intelligible and the little splat splat splat sound was coming over the phone faster and faster. "I'd slip your legs around mine and I'd push my big prick down into your little cunt, that's what I'd do. I'd hunch it up your hole and show you what it feels like to be fucked, sugar, do you hear? Fucked! I'd pound your little pussy with my cock and I'd squeeze those little tits and I'd give you a nice good fucking, I'd… oh, God, I'd… I'd fuck your little cunt till you cried for more… I'd fuck you, baby,… fuck, fuck, fuck… you hear me fuck your cunt till I… oh my God, till I… oh… oh… ahhhhh!”
Karen heard a noise that sounded like the phone banging onto the floor. "Hello?" she said. "Hello, hello? Hey, are you still-" She stopped herself and came back to her senses. The spell created by hearing the man's dirty words was broken. She put the phone into its cradle and looked around her nervously. Good. Still nobody around.
All she had been doing was just listening to him, yet she felt guilty somehow and afraid someone might know what he'd been saying to her. It was a good thing Kathie wasn't around eavesdropping. She went to the bedroom and put on her clothes. As she slipped her skirt on over her smooth, slender legs she noticed that her panties were damp between the thighs. Gee, she thought to herself, I guess listening to all that sexy stuff kinda got me hot some.
She dashed into the bathroom, skinned her panties down, and tossed them into the clothes hamper, then got a clean pair from the chest of drawers. She yanked a handful of toilet tissue off the spindle and held it under the tap, then spread her legs and dabbed herself with it. She ran it all over her vulva and even stuck it down into her vagina a little, letting the water mop up all traces of the moisture caused by her excitement. Then she took another handful, soaked it with especially cold water under the tap, and gave her genitals a final going over.
"Eeek," she cried. The water was awfully cold and gave a quite a shock to her warm organs. Soon, however, the arousal she had felt was gone and she was glad to be free again. She intuitively knew that if she hadn't done something it would have become so hot between her legs that she would have had to masturbate herself. Fresh and clean again, she went downstairs.
She wondered who the man on the phone had been and how he knew their number. By that time she had realized that he was a phony and that his story about being an interviewer for some survey was nothing but malarkey. She still felt a little guilty and embarrassed about letting him fool her into listening to him. But while it was going on, the conversation had been groovy!
Her mother and sister pulled in the driveway. On their way into the house her mother was talking loud and when they reached the patio Karen could hear what it was all about.
"I was never so embarrassed in my life," said Jane, looking reproachfully at Jerri.
"Oh, Mom, really," said Jerri. "It wasn't as bad as all.that. So I just met the guy, so what? Would it be any different if we had been formally introduced? It's old hat to insist on that nowadays. Nobody does that anymore… guys and girls just meet wherever they find one another. And if something clicks, there's nothing wrong with the guy asking her if he can see her again.”
"That's not what I mean," Jane said. "It was how you met him that was so embarrassing to me. And if you had any self-respect, it would have embarrassed you, too.”
"Is it so bad he works at a gas station and that he happened to strike up a conversation with me while you were getting gas? That's awfully snobbish of you, Mom.”
"I don't mean the place you met or the fact that he works at the station, Jerri. You know what I mean-the thing that attracted him to you and made him start talking to you in the first place. It's bad enough when you go around the house without your bra and when you go out on the street that way it's even worse. I told you the other morning that it was your affair what you wear. But when you're out with your own mother it looks like you would have the decency to think how she feels about men ogling my daughter's breasts," she said.
"Oh, Mom, he didn't just start talking to me because I wasn't wearing a bra. There were plenty of other chicks around the same way if you'd just have noticed them. It just happened, that's all. He just noticed me sitting there alone while you were in the ladies' room and started chatting with me while he washed off the windshield, that's all," she countered.
The two of them had walked into the house now and were setting down their packages. Jane had cooled off a little but she still wasn't willing to let the subject drop.
"You can't fool me. And he can't, either. I saw him staring at your chest as I walked away from the car. Maybe he soft-soaped you into thinking he's madly in love with you, but I'll bet you he wouldn't have been so friendly if your boobs hadn't been bouncing around quite so much. All he's thinking about is getting your clothes off and getting his hands on them, mark my word," she finished.