Morning Commute

I was twenty five when I got sent my first salacious message from the opposite sex. It was a Friday morning and I was on the train going to work. I get a message saying that he's sent me a good morning present that was defiantly not appropriate for my daily commute. I was excited and nervous, my heart was pounding. What would he actually send me? He wouldn't right? Surely not before 8am on the Friday before Christmas.

I wasn't going to open it, I couldn't. My heart was beating faster, I was getting excited. I'd never done anything remotely like this, I was a good girl. But I couldn't stop thinking about it, about him. I get off the train, it's quiet and I open the message. There he was, fresh out of the shower, looking like a post modern renaissance painting with his iPhone taking a mirror selfie. I could see every part of his body, he was golden to the touch as he casually posed with his towel over his shoulder. He was toned, golden, and most importantly, Irish.

I was shocked so much I started to laugh in the middle of the street. Did he just send me that? He looked good, really good. So good that I started to feel my body wake up, the warmth running down my belly, shooting between my legs. The bigger surprise more than the out of left field, yet tasteful nude, was I actually liked it. I really liked how masculine and strong he looked. And I liked that he wanted to show me his body.

That was the first time I saw his face, his name was James. A 28 year old software engineer  from Ireland that I met in an online forum about survey side hustles. And now his body was burnt into the back of my mind. I didn't think I'd like it as much as I did. I wanted to see it again. I wanted to see him again. How his arm draped across his body, and cock flush against his thigh. This was not what I needed before work. He was fully aware of the time difference, he knew exactly what he was doing. I get another message, a voice note.

"Darling, I know you're going into work early. But I had to show you what you have been doing to me. I have been aching for you for days. I need this, I need to feel you" he growled.

His voice felt so rich, so warm like it was wrapped in a barrel of whiskey and melting through my ears. I could feel the ache in his voice how much he needed relief, how much he wanted me. James had never sent me a voice message before. But to hear him so turned on and ready awoken something inside me. I wanted him, and I had never wanted any man like that before.

My heart was pounding and my breath started to quicken, was he touching himself for me? He sends another message through.

Sarah, put on your headphones now, he writes.

It's early, there's no one around, I go to the park around the corner and sit on a bench at the far corner where no one will walk past. I put my headphones on, my heart racing. I try and find the words to explain how he's making me feel.

Instead all I write is, they're in.

Another voice message comes through. It's soft at first, just James gently sighing but it grows more and more guttural until he's moaning aloud. I can hear the slick pumping of his hand working his cock, slow and rhythmic and firm.

The sighs and moans keep growing louder, the slapping sound of his hand pleasuring himself get faster as he starts to moan, "Sarah, please baby, let me cum. I'm doing this all for you, I need you to let me cum."

The message finishes. I'm on the park bench breathing heavily while the three dots keep flashing on the bottom corner, he's sending more.

The moaning continues, he's mewling. I can feel he's aching. The strokes are getting faster, his breathing heavier and something comes over me, I start to message back.

"James baby, your photo has awakened something inside me, I need your body. Work him faster, he needs this, he needs to finish. " I press send.

Instantly I get another voice message.

He's gotten a louder, growling and moaning like he's trying to hold himself together. It's inaudible, but I can hear how close he's getting.

That's it baby, just like that,  I message.

Another voice message of him making sounds of absolute pleasure. But then he starts to beg.

"Sarah, please let me cum, I want to make a mess just for you."

He's aching and throbbing, I can feel it, I just want him to feel good.

You can finish, James. I send.

This time the voice message is different, he's talking, barely stringing a sentence together without groaning from pleasure.

"Sarah, I need to hear you." He sounds so desperate. "I'm aching to orgasm for you, it's all I've been able to think about for weeks. I need to hear you say I can finish. I need to hear you say I can cum." He barely finishes the sentence without groaning, he's so breathy.

I've never done anything like this before, it feels so naughty but I want to stop the aching, I want to bring James pleasure. I'm not even thinking anymore, all I'm focused is on what I can do to help James.

I start to record a message.

"James, you need to keep stroking for me, just like that." He opens it immediately.

He starts to moan louder. So loud that I can feel it deeply throbbing between my thighs.

"Oh my God, Sarah. Oh, that's it! Please let me cum. I'll do anything. Just let me cum Sarah." He pleads.

"Faster James", I write. "Be a good boy and jack the tip, just for me."

His groans are animalistic now, every part of his body is aching for it. Aching for please. All he can let out is "Please, let me finish."

All I can hear is the pleasure in his voice, I can feel how long he's been needing this. Why didn't he tell me he felt this way? All I want is to make him feel good.

I send one final voice message, "Good boys cum."

There's a pause. Was that too much? Did I not say it right? I've never done this before, maybe this is too wrong.

The voice notes start coming through. There's three. James is just moaning louder than ever before. The sweetest moans slipping through his lips while I can hear the slick sound of his hand pumping his cock. Then the whispers start, barely audible at the start then they start to become clearer.

"Good boys cum. Good boys cum. Good boys cum." He repeats like a mantra, slowly getting louder and the strokes getting faster. I can heat the pleasure building in his voice. He likes it.

The moaning increases and all I can do is listen and give into James' pleasure. I know I should be disgusted by this, but I can't help but get more and more turned on with each moan that I listen to. 

Suddenly, his voice changes, the growling stops and he sounds like he's ever so close to finish. Then he pleads, "Good boys cum." Sounds of pleasure that I've never heard before spill from his lips, as he melts into his orgasm. An orgasm that he's been aching for. I can't help but feel jealous that I wasn't there to help him finish in person. Instead I'm the one left aching.

"James is such a good boy," I message as I get up off the park bench and start my walk into the office.

"Ummm Wow Sarah. I wasn't expecting you to sound so delicious. That was the biggest orgasm I've had in a long time. I'm going to need to be your good boy more often. I can't wait to return the favour when you finish work" James messages.

I thought I'd feel dirty, my first sexual encounter being sexting over the phone, but I liked it. I liked being in control. I am going to be distracted at work all day, thinking about James and his perfect biceps working his darling cock, just for me.

I can't wait to go home and see what he has in store for me tonight.