Isabel wobbled toward her bed with a corona in hand. She plopped down heavily on the sheets and took a refreshing swig of the amber liquid. The T.V. was on. Spotify played the radio playlist of soca and reggae. She glanced up at the screen and smiled; Feel Good by Popcaan was queued for the next song on the list. She chuckled and reached for the handle of her underwear drawer. Picking up a long flesh-colored object wrapped in plastic, she smirked and bit her lips. She stuffed the object underneath her worn tan pillow before laying her head against it.
She chuckled again. This was the third time this week she was drunk. It was Friday night and she was beyond wasted. Isabel rummaged around the covers until her hand closed around her phone case. She grinned and tapped the screen of her new rose gold IPhone XMax Plus. The sudden brightness stunned her for a minute before she squinted and scrolled through her pages to tap on the Snapchat icon. Her room was dark with the exception of light from the t.v. screen. She posed awkwardly in her state with different filters. She giggled hysterically at her goofy expressions; her smile broadened.
She swiped through the icons on her screen when it suddenly vibrated in her hand sending delicious shivers through her body. She stared at the name for a moment before accepting the call. She pressed the phone to her ear and responded huskily.
"Heyyy, " her voice slurred as she pushed the one-syllable word through her lips. There was a pause on the other end before an amused tenor voice tickled her eardrum.
"Have you been drinking again?" the voice asked half concerned. There was a small chuckle that escaped his lips. It was enough to send a delicious shiver down her full c-cup breasts to her waxed groin. Isabel bit her bottom lip as he continued, his voice becoming huskier to the sound of her involuntary sensual sighs and seductive moans.
"You're doing that on purpose, aren't you?" his voice low and near to admitting defeat. She could tell he was trying to remain calm and collected, but it only made her want to tease him more.
"Me? I'm not sure what you mean, Travis." Her voice was soft almost purring as she uttered his name.
"Tch, " he said, but she knew his curiosity was burning him. "Are you in bed?"
Isabel smiled into the phone. "Of course." She reached for the tip of the plastic underneath her pillow and pulled until the corner if the flesh-colored rod was visible. Her smile broadened as she unwrapped the dildo and she pressed it to her lips.
"Travis?" she sighed softly.
"Yes?" He answered in a low voice.
"I'm wet, " she purred.
Travis groaned over the phone. It almost felt as though she could feel the heat escaping his mouth as he breathed heavily. Isabel pressed speaker on the phone and slipped the smooth end of the dildo into her mouth and slowly guided it to the back of her throat as she gagged. Travis gasped over the line and his breathing quickened.
"Izzy..." He breathed. The nickname made her grin as she began sucking loudly on the dildo head. The squelching sound grew louder and his breathy pants grew deeper. She paused and slowly removed the now slippery dildo from the surface of her tongue. A long bead of saliva trailed from her mouth. She shifted her weight and pulled off her loose-fitted jeans and underwear; quickly unhooked her bra and pulled it together with her blouse over her head. As she lay comfortably on her back she slowly slid the forefinger and middle finger of her right hand between her legs. Other than being warm she was soaked and slippery. It was perfect. Her moans grew louder as she began to tease her sensitive lips and button.
"Travis...." She moaned as she steadily slipped the fleshy rod through the tight wet opening of her velvet lounge. She let out a sharp gasp, pushing the dildo deeper into herself. Her gasps became more intense as she repeatedly plunged the phallic object inside her walls. "Talk dirty to me." she pleaded.
"I watch you fuck yourself until I remove the dildo and slip my own dick into that tight, wet pussy."
Isabel instinctively tightened around the fleshy rod at his words. The feel of her lips sucking in the thick shaft of the rubber toy made her shiver with pleasure. "More!" she begged.
"Ride it deeper, baby."
"I c-cant it hurts, " she whined.
"Yes, you can, baby, " he whispered, "I want to hear you cum for me."
Isabel pushed the dildo deeper into her sugar walls until she felt it press against her cervix. "Oh! Fuck!" she cried out.
"Yes, just like that." She could hear the smile in his voice as his breathing broke into short pants.
"Oh, God! Fuuuck...right there. Yes!"
Her eyes rolled back as delicious waves of ecstasy flowed through her. Travis let out a near-tortured groan as he also reached his climax followed by heavy breathing almost as though he did a week's worth of cardio in 10 minutes. Isabel loosened her grip and gently slid the dildo from inside her. She moaned slightly as it passed sending tingles to her nipples. There was a pause before Travis finally spoke.
"How're you feeling?" his voice was still slightly husky from arousal.
Isabel smiled and closed her eyes. "Better. Much better. "
He chuckled and so did she. She felt good. Satisfied. She wasn't sober yet, but her head was clearing up a bit. Her eyes were getting heavy.
"Travis?" she murmured.
"Mmm?" he said sleepily. "Tired?"
"Yeah, you?"
"A bit."
"Don't hang up, " she whispered.
"Never, baby."
Isabel turned on her side and placed her phone on the lightning cable charger. The phone illuminated for a moment before it automatically dimmed. She sighed happily, and soon she was softly breathing inches from the phone as she was overcome with sleep.