Time for a Change – Part 13
#14 of Time for a Change
A bit delayed thanks to work and family visits. Oh well, time for things to get sexy I guess.
Jenny tilted her head a little as she tried to hear the person on the phone. "Geoff?" she tried after a moment. "I can't hear you. Can you speak up?"
She was vaguely sure that she could hear someone or something whispering on the line. It was very faint; like the sound of the sea at the bottom of a shell. Matt looked up, his ears perking adorably as he tried to work out what was happening. Jenny made a face and shrugged, and was about to hang up the phone when there was a series of soft, artificial beeps.
It sounded a little like the pips at the beginning of an old film reel, and almost explained the strange whispering noise on the line. Jenny put it back to her ear, holding it closer so she could hear. After all, if whoever it was spoke she could move it back and closer to her mouth if needs be. "Hello? Who is this?"
She winced as the handset began emitting a strange tone. It sounded partway between a modem signal and static, and parted every few seconds for what appeared to be a recognisable word. "Bird," came the mysterious, accent-less voice. "Cheery tree. The moon. Forwards. Undulation. Beneath. Comforting." The words droned on, hypnotic in their mundanity between the strange tones. Jenny bit her lip, unsure what was happening. Was this another Event related phenomenon? The noise was loud enough that Matt had stood up and was looking at her, mouthing the words 'who is it?'
She was about to reply when the sound ended, followed by those three mysterious pips. That was when the heat hit her.
Jenny gasped and dropped the handset, the plastic clattering hard against the table and dangling by the cord. She felt like her entire body was on fire on second, then tingling like she had some sort of all over sunburn. She moaned at the sensation and bent double, her new-found contortionism allowing her to almost fold in half. She heard Matt call out for her and step closer, and the heat flooded through her body again, but this time, in a different way.
Her back arched violently, like a whip crack as Jenny unfolded. She gasped, her mind suddenly clouded with images of an erotic nature. They flooded onto each other, from all angles, which was appropriate as she was taking it in a similar manner in each of these images. She felt her sex moisten, the heat plunging between her legs, filling her loins and setting her insides aflame. She gripped the edge of the table and gave a sort, barking cry as an intense, unstoppable orgasm rippled through her.
She could feel every thread of clothing against her flesh; and it was like each one was being drawn softly, sensuously over her like the touch of a skilled lover. Her breasts, confined in her bra, felt like they were being cupped, her stiff nipples teased by the fabric. Between her legs her panties caressed her mound like a silky tongue. She swallowed, trying to clear her head and failing.
Matt stopped as he saw her shivering like an electric current was running through her. He could see sweat beading on her face and neck, and hear the whimpering, sexual moaning Jenny was making. When he called out to her, all Jenny could think of was...