Religious people say that messages from God are everywhere; they can pop up at any time in any place. Once you have opened your heart and mind to the messages, they suddenly appear, like a 3D image in a picture – one moment you see only dots, the next an entire portrait is clear as day.
The same thing holds true of Mischief. Once you know what you are looking for, Mischief springs from virtually every corner of the landscape around you.
Take, for example, a call from a telemarketer. At first blush, such a call is little more than a nuisance. Yet when you are on the hunt for Mischief, this ubiquitous event transforms from nuisance into opportunity.
It snowed here Frida and I stayed home from work unwilling to make the treacherous drive. As I sat with my morning coffee and contemplation I realized that it was a perfect day to enjoy an orgasm. Not just any orgasm, but a Friday-During-Business-Hours orgasm. A personal favorite. While in the middle of this mini-celebration, I was interrupted by my telephone ringing.
Normally, I do not answer phones during moments of sensual distraction. But today, I was on the look-out for Mischief. And more than once in my dubious past, Mischief has begun with a ringing phone. So naturally I answered, sounding a little breathless, my voice more husky than normal.
“Good Afternoon, Ma’am,” a friendly male voice intoned.
In the background I could hear the familiar buzz of a call center, complete with fingers clacking over keyboards. I turned off my vibrator, resting it’s warm, wet tip against my thigh as I focused on the man’s voice. It was deep with a velvety edge that I suspected could turn into a growl given the right inspiration.
“My name is Jason and I’m calling from Comcast Cable to share some exciting news about recent upgrades to our Xfinity service.”
“Really?” I said, a smile spreading across my lips as I pictured Jason’s hard cock, idly guessing his girth while tracing my nipples. “I’d love to hear about your service, Jason.” My voice purred a bit and my smile widened.
There was a moment’s pause, “Okay!” Jason said cheerfully, clearly having decided he misunderstood the intent behind my words. “Well as you may know Comcast has spent over one million dollars upgrading their infrastructure in order to bring you, our valued customer, a more reliable Comcast experience.”
“What did you do?” I interrupted, my voice taking on a breathy quality as I plucked my nipples harder.
Another pause as Jason listened for a moment. I took advantage and gasped lightly as I twisted my left nipple. “We, uh, built a new tower.” I could hear the smile in his voice.
“You did?” I asked, my breath catching in my throat as I raked my nails up my inner thighs. “How big?”
My breathing was now growing erratic and I made no secret of that fact. Jason lowered his voice a pitch and I envisioned him leaning in toward his computer screen, cupping his headset closer to his ear. “How big what?” He asked me dumbly.
I laughed, the sound a rich, velvet chuckle from the back of my throat. “How big is your tower, Jason?” I flicked my fingers across my clit as I asked the question, my voice trembled. The sound of his surprised, gasp filled my ears, followed quickly by a laugh of his own. Then I heard it: that gravelly edge. My pussy spasmed uncontrollably and within seconds I had my vibrator in hand.
“It’s a pretty good-sized tower.” Jason replied a tinge of flirtation in his tone.
“Will it help me stream my porn faster?” I clicked to the second speed.
“Ummm…yeah.” Jason laughed nervously, the sound cutting off as I held the vibrator near the mouthpiece of the phone. I slid the vibrator into my mouth, licking the tip and sucking gently, making sure he heard every sound.
There was dead silence on the other end of the line.
“Jason,” I said, moistening the vibrator as I spoke. “Do you know what I’m doing right now?”
“Yes, ma’am,” he replied, his voice dropping lower still, “I believe I do.”
“Good.” I answered softly as I felt the wetness dribbling down over my ass. “Do you want to hear me fuck myself until I cum, Jason?”
“In the worst way, ma’am.” Jason answered raggedly and I suddenly wished like hell I could see the excitement of this unexpected moment blooming in his eyes.
That was all the encouragement I needed. I clicked it up to the third speed and plunged the vibrator into my soaked slit in one smooth stroke, gasping and arching my back as the buzzing toy sank hilt-deep inside me.
“Oh my god…” Jason’s voice was lost as the phone fell onto the bed beside me. I grabbed the hilt of the vibrator, pulling back and plunging deep again. My fingers ran furious circles over my clit and I could feel the explosion building inside me with alarming speed. I thrust harder, crying out so my friendly Comcast telemarketer would not be left out of the fun.
“You hear how wet that pussy is, Jason?” I thrust deep again, pulling out and thrusting hard, “Do you like it when I fuck my pussy hard for you?” His muffled reply spurred me on and I gave myself over with abandon; thrusting hard and deep, bringing myself to the edge of crescendo. I could not hold it back – this orgasm had been building since before my phone rang and there was simply no stopping this beast now.
“I’m going to cum for you baby, are you ready for this?” My words barely out of my mouth and the first waves grabbed my body, arching me up and shaking me violently. I cried out as the liquid shot across my sheets. I shuddered and struggled for breath, the inevitable laughter immediately following. I clicked off the vibrator and removed it with a sucking tug. I grabbed up the receiver again, my hand shaking.
“So, Jason,” I panted casually into the receiver, lapping my juices noisily off my toy, “Is that you wanted to do? Tell me about your million dollar tower?”
There was a long pause. “Yes, ma’am.” I heard his fingers clicking on the keyboard. He didn’t speak, just typed. I waited patiently, setting my cleaned toy down on the bed.
“Ma’am, I want to personally thank you for being such an excellent Comcast customer. I’ve just credited your account for six months of free Xfinity internet service. Thank you for your time and you have an excellent rest of your day.” Jason’s voice was smiling again.
“Gosh, Jason,” I said, momentarily caught off guard. “Thanks.”
“No,” his deep voice took on that hard steel edge and my pussy began moistening again. “Thank you.”
Six months free internet and an orgasm? Not a bad day’s Mischief if you ask me.