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who
wasn’t currently engaged. Each operator had an extension they could give to a
customer who requested them again, and Angie found herself grateful this guy
didn’t seem to have a preference before tonight. This job had been the only one
her research had uncovered that met her criteria for flexible, at home hours
and that paid enough to make the extra time worthwhile to put a serious dent in
the debts her late husband left her with. It was for sure that her full time
job as a Kindergarten teacher, a career she loved, wasn’t going to do anything
but pay her monthly bills.
         Will smiled, loving her naiveté. “Just
panties, huh? So, you’re braless?”
         “Yes.” Her breath caught as she glanced
down and saw her nipples pucker. How could admitting she was braless to a
nameless, faceless voice on the phone excite her? Baffled by her reaction, she
asked hesitantly, “D…does that excite you?”
         Will lowered his voice and spoke with
assured authority. “Remove your top and describe your breasts for me. That’ll
excite me.”
         His deep voice sent a shiver through her
while the command made her pussy dampen. Excited now, she pulled her shirt off,
tossed it on the floor next to her chair where she sat in front of the
computer, switched to her headset then answered, “Okay, I...I’m naked now
except for my shorts.”
         “And your panties,” he corrected her.
“Now, I want you to be honest, at least with me. What you tell other men after
me is up to you, but I want total honesty between us. Tell me in explicit
detail what you look like. Will you do that for me?”
           One thing that had appealed to Angie
about this job was the fact that it was anonymous. Her five foot two, round
body wasn’t one she was proud of or showed off with any hope of attracting a
man.   During her teen years, the boys saw
only her large, D cup breasts, never her even though she had dressed in large
baggy clothes to not only disguise her breasts, but also the rest of her,
especially since her ass and hips were just as round and abundant as her
breasts. Her husband, Gary, whom she met in college, had been the first man to
actually take an interest in her, his tall, lanky frame in direct contrast to
her short round one. In the five years they were married, he had made her feel
pretty and sexy, but upon his untimely death in a car accident, all the
self-confidence she had gained had died a cruel death with him when she
discovered his betrayal.
         But this, describing herself to a man that
was being so tolerant of her, whom she’ll never see, would be easy enough to
do. “Sure,” she agreed. Looking down, Angie tried to imagine how a man would
describe her breasts if seeing them for the first time. “They’re large; I wear
a D cup, and pale.”
         “Don’t sunbathe topless, huh?”
         “No, I’d never have the nerve to do that,
especially not with a chest like mine.”
         “I think your breasts sound awesome and
you’ve yet to tell me what your nipples look like.” So awesome, his cock was
already seeping, anxious for him to apply a harder stroke, but he’d wait.
Bending his right leg, he released his dick and cupped his sac, rolling his
balls softly with his thumb. Angel’s voice was less hesitant and slightly more
breathless, both promising signs that she was more relaxed and getting turned
on by their play.
         “You’re a breast man I take it,” she
teased, surprised at how much more relaxed she was feeling talking to him and
how much she was enjoying sitting in her small office half naked while doing
so. While no stranger to masturbation, she limited that activity to rare
moments when the night loomed long and lonely ahead of her and only in the
privacy of her bedroom, under her covers. God, she was pathetic.
         “Breast man, ass man, leg man. I don’t
discriminate, I like it all.”
         Angie laughed low, admitting dryly,