Hot Line by Alison Grey

Author:Alison Grey [Grey, Alison]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: phone sex, love story, Romance, sex line, erotic romance, Erotica, Lesbian
Publisher: Ylva Publishing
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

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Christina stopped in front of the bed. She was now seeing it for the first time with the lights on. She ran one hand through her towel-dried hair.

“Lie down on your belly,” Linda said and slid more toward the edge of the bed.

Christina tugged at her robe. “Should I take this off?”

Linda smiled. “That would make it easier.”

Don’t be so shy. You’d think you’re the virgin. Christina glanced at the tied belt of her robe. Her cheeks burned. She has already seen you naked. Awkwardly, she fumbled with the knot until it opened, then she slid off the robe.

Linda had kept her gaze on Christina’s face, but as the robe fell to the floor, her gaze flickered to her breasts and then her genital area.

Christina cleared her throat.

Quickly, Linda looked up.

How cute. She’s blushing. Christina climbed onto the bed and lay down on her belly. At first, nothing happened. Then she felt Linda straddling her.

Linda gasped.

Apparently, Linda had forgotten that she wasn’t wearing anything beneath the robe. Christina grinned. Linda’s pubic hair gently tickled Christina’s back.

Neither of them said or did anything.

After a while, Christina felt warm hands caress her back. It was a tentative exploration, not a massage. Christina moaned low in her throat. It felt heavenly. The touches became more determined.

Linda’s fingers skillfully kneaded the muscles in Christina’s shoulders and neck.

“Oh, that feels divine,” Christina murmured. “Where did you learn how to do that?”

“My mother often had tense muscles, so I sometimes gave her a massage.”

Christina could hardly focus on the conversation. But she was curious. “What did your father do for a living?”

“He was a lawyer.”

“Mmhh.”

“What does ‘mmhh’ mean?”

Christina opened her eyes and only then realized that her eyes had fallen closed. “What?”

“Nothing.” Linda laughed. “You don’t often get a massage, do you?”

“No.” The word sounded like a moan.

Linda’s clever fingers kneaded Christina’s tense neck muscles.

“Ah, don’t stop.”

Linda giggled. “What are you offering as a payment?”

“What do you want?” Christina smiled.

Silence.

After what felt like an eternity, Linda said, “Tell me something about you.”

“About me?” Christina turned her head until she could see Linda out of the corner of her eye.

Linda’s massage stopped.

Their gazes met. Talking about herself was the last thing Christina wanted right now. She had rarely talked about herself with her partners, so why should she do it with Linda? How do I get out of this without rejecting her? Christina turned her head away.

Tenderly, Linda trailed her fingertips across Christina’s back.

Goose bumps covered every inch of Christina’s body.

“I know you’re incredibly attractive and that you get this little dimple between your eyebrows when you’re insecure or annoyed,” Linda said. “I know your dress size and your shoe size. Mmhh … when you’re nervous, you can’t eat. And I know that you work for a sex hotline. Oh, and you’re single and gay of course.”

Abruptly, Christina turned onto her back. She held on to Linda’s waist so that she wouldn’t fall off.

Linda chuckled, but then her expression sobered.

Christina’s eyes explored Linda’s half-open robe, the neatly trimmed hair between her spread legs, the flat belly, and the partially covered breasts.

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