Phone Booth

by Jolene Jessie James

Image of hot independent phonesex operator Jolene auther of this story! The party was on Halloween. I was handed an orange sheet of paper as I was standing at a bus stop near the college campus. I am not a student at the university. I just happened to be in the area. The paper was a flyer announcing a Halloween party, tomorrow night, at an address a few blocks down the street. I thought that sounded like fun...

So here I am dressed up like catwoman, having drinks at a party, surrounded by strangers, also dressed in an assorted variety of characters. All of them were chatting amongst themselves. I did notice a tall, sexy vampire who kept looking over at me. After an hour of trying to seem interested in political economics or why the mascot of the college football team wasn't appropriate. I tried to work my way over, in the direction of Dracula. As I made my way around the room. I realized that by the time I managed to get to where he had been. He had gone...

I decided that if I wasn't going to, at least talk to someone I might want to fuck, that I might as well just go home. The buses weren't running anymore, tonight. I was going to need to call a cab. Having no phone with me. I had to find a phone. I stepped out into the cold, crisp, now November air. After walking a block in the direction of a phone booth; I thought I remembered seeing in the daylight before I got to the party...

Image Jolene James tits I walked to the end of the sidewalk to the crosswalk. Turning around in a circle I spotted the phone booth. It was a little hard to see. There was dark, spray, painted graffiti covering the windows on three sides and a massive hedge passing next to the closed door halfway down the street. I was going to have to, very nearly step into the hedge to push the door open. What was lurking inside? Would the light come on? Only one way to find out. The door was shut and I couldn't see any light. Was the phone even functioning? It was disguised quite well, it was practically subsumed in the hedge. As I looked at it I thought sarcastically, "yeah, that doesn't look alarmingly dubious at all"...

All that was really concerning me, however, it was also out of the range of the street light. I stepped into the shadows reaching out for the door, moments later. It creaked eerily as I pushed on it. It was so creepy and thought provoking. I envisioned a scene from a post-apocalyptic horror film.

I was regretting going out this evening without a jacket. My outfit didn't allow for much covering. I had hoped that I was going to get a ride home with whoever I was going to fuck that night. I didn't think it through when I dressed for this party. Every step I took, the stiff, cold leather costume rubbed against my rigid, unyielding nipples. By the time I crossed the threshold of the little box, my left breast shifted because of the chilly, blustery night. Goosebumps undulated up and down my whole body. One nipple was now actually peeking out next to the wide rounded strip of leather that was supposed to be covering it. I thought I'd readjust everything when I got inside the enclosure, out of the wind...

I turned around as I started to push the door back shut behind me. I suddenly felt hands grabbing my hips, pushing me against the back of the phone booth. The impact caused the light up above to flicker just enough that I recognized Dracula from the party. It hadn't even occurred to me that he was having the same thoughts that I was, at the party...

image of my wet pink button When he pushed me into the phone booth, surprisingly, he was able to get the door shut behind him. The cold wind wasn't a factor anymore as he pressed his body against mine I felt his warm breath on my neck as he whispered to me that he saw me at the party and that he wondered how a sexy, meaty, kitty would taste...

It wasn't but a flash of a second before his searching hands found my rogue, tingling, firm, freezing nipple. His mouth suddenly closed around my exposed, puckered areola. He gripped the tip with his lips and tugged it from between the leather straps. I was still a little stunned from the cold and the abrupt sexual excitement. But a moan of pleasure escaped from my throat. My mind was thrown into turmoil. Parts of me were freezing and parts of my body were on fire...

I wanted cock! I needed to be fucked! Right now! I felt down in between our bodies his shaft was poking my stomach. I pulled his delicious meat out of his pants. I lowered down a little and licked the top of his bulbous, mushroom head. I unhooked the shoulder straps of my costume. My ample breasts relaxed as I squeezed them around his gorgeous man fruit. "MMMmmm... So good! I really love that!"...

Image Jolene James tits Suckling on the head of his cock was making my pussy start to twitch and flex. I really wanted it, needed it deep inside me! I was glad that under my leather skirt I had chosen to not wear panties. The leather leggings I had on were crotchless, so that made what happened next so much simpler...

Gratefully, he reached down under my arms and began tugging me up. I helped him get my ass up on the little steel, triangle, shaped platform that once held the phone books. My feet couldn't touch the floor at this point. He grasped my right nipple in his mouth sucking rapaciously on the whole aroused areola. I let out a gasp as he pushed his very hard, very real cock into my slippery, hungry pussy. "This was really happening. This was not a dream. I had been so horny lately It didn't matter I was about to get it in a phone booth!"...

I would daydream about fucking in strange places with total strangers but the feeling of his thick cock pulsating within the walls of my vagina, I knew this was real. His throbbing meat fervently bouncing my dripping, wet hole up and down. All the while his hands massaged my large, soft tits as he sucked, nibbling occasionally with his teeth. My hands gripped the metal shelf behind my ass trying to make it easier for him to bounce me on his shaft...

image of me bent over I could feel my pussy suddenly let loose as he pulled nearly, completely out of me a few times in a row. I couldn't hold back, it was like his wondrous cock flipped a switch up inside me. My juice squirted like a pump, every time he thrusted up. I bounced down and then I squirted as he started to pull out of me. Feeling it drip down my thighs. He pounded me harder. He started making a sound deep in his throat. I felt his cock throbbing as another orgasm shook my core. My pussy flexed and gripped his hardness one last time as he slid out of my wetness. I let myself down off the shelf, gently...

I pulled myself together. Reattaching my top and adjusting my skirt. He stepped in pressing his body against mine, so he could open the door. A cold burst of air shuddered through the gap he made. He asked me if I needed a lift home, being that it's such a chilly night. I told him that was why I was looking for a phone booth, to call a cab. He chuckled as he held up the frayed cord that was supposed to have the phone's receiver on it. As he stated, not with this phone. I then chuckled as well...

We started walking up the street, back toward the house where the party was. It looked as though someone else had called a cab because there was a taxi sitting in front of the house. He ran up the steps to see who needed the ride. He came back with his hands up in a shrug, telling me that it looks like I can have the cab...

I told him that I had fun. He leaned in very close and said that he did as well. His mouth closed around mine and I pushed my tongue passed his lips for a long lingering kiss. Then I turned and stepped into the cab and closed the door. After telling the driver where I wanted to go. I leaned back in the seat and gave Dracula a quick wave goodbye through the window, leaving him standing there on the curb...