"By the way," I asked, my voice dropping to a lower register, "what are you wearing right now?"
"Why do you ask?" she questioned playfully. "Curious about what I wear?"
"Of course," I purred, my voice thick with desire. "You looked so incredibly hot in that business suit today, I wanted to rip it right off you then and there."
Isabella giggled, a shiver running down her spine at my words. "My, my, someone's feeling bold tonight," she teased. "But you'll have to use your imagination for now."
"Believe me," I growled, "my imagination is working overtime. I'm picturing you right now, your clothes slipping off your shoulders, revealing those gorgeous curves…and beautiful body that was properly highlighted in that business suit of yours."
"Oh really?" she breathed, her voice husky. "And what else are you picturing?"
"I'm picturing those long, smooth legs tangled with my legs in the sheets," I continued, my voice a low rumble. "Your full breasts begging to be held by me…and that juicy ass of yours begging to be spanked."
Isabella moaned softly. "You're making me very… warm, Samuel."
"Good," I said, my voice rough with desire. "I want you hot and bothered, Isabella. I want you longing for me."
"And what makes you think I'm not?" she countered, her voice a seductive purr.
"Prove it, tell me what you are wearing right now." I challenged.
A pause, then a soft giggle. "Do you really think I'll tell you what I'm wearing, something so intimate when we've only met once? Do you think I'm some slut?"
"Of course you will, darling" I countered confidently. "You picked up my phone at midnight, right after you had a bath.
And you picked it up before it even went to voicemail, knowing full well what my intentions calling you so late are."
I paused, letting the implication hang in the air. "So, I know you'll tell me what you're wearing. Won't you, darling?"
A smug look crossed her face, evident even through the phone as she simply sighed and said, "I'm currently completely naked under a pink bathrobe," she purred. "What do you plan on doing about it?"
I chuckled. "Since I can't exactly leave my date naked in a love hotel, especially when she's completely naked " I said, my voice laced with a playful suggestion, "why don't we spice things up a bit?"
"Oh?" she questioned, intrigued.
"Why don't you give me a live commentary on you getting dressed?" I proposed. "Although I would love to see you dressing up rather than just listening to it, I'll satisfy myself with this for now."
Isabella giggled and nodded, her excitement evident, experiencing a thrill like never before, and she continued indulging in the role-playing.
Without hesitation, she put the phone on speakerphone on her bed stand and began her commentary.
"Okay, so first," she started, her voice laced with a playful tease, "I'm slowly untying the belt of my robe…" I could hear the soft rustle of fabric as she spoke.
"And now… letting it fall open…" A slight gasp escaped her lips as she let the robe slide off her body. "There… now I'm completely naked… My skin is still warm from the bath, tingling a little.
My breasts feel so free, the nipples hard and sensitive as a cool breeze touches my naked body… my stomach is flat, my hips curving out… and down there… well, you can imagine, everything's still very… receptive."
She continued, describing each step in detail as she moved around the room. "Now, I'm reaching for my lingerie drawer…" she paused. "Hmm, Samuel, any suggestions? What kind of lingerie do you like?"
"Tell me what options you have," I said, my curiosity piqued. "Describe your lingerie wardrobe."
Isabella giggled. "Well, let's see. I have some classic lace sets, a few silk slips, some comfortable cotton ones for everyday wear… Oh, and a couple of… rather *erotic* pieces," she finished with a suggestive tone.
"Erotic, huh?" I chuckled. "Tell me more."
"Well, there's this one set with a very sheer bra and barely-there panties," she described, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. "And then there's this other one made of… well, I'm not sure what it's made of, but it has all these straps and buckles…"
I could practically hear the smile in her voice. "Tempting," I said, "but let's leave the erotic lingerie for our Saturday dinner, shall we? I prefer to see those in person."
"Spoilsport," she teased, but I could hear the smile in her voice. "Okay, how about this lace set then? It's a classic for a reason."
"Lace it is," I agreed. "Now, continue with the show."
"Okay, bra first… slipping it on… fastening the clasp…" I could hear the soft clinking of hangers as she rummaged through her drawer.
"Okay, so the bra is on," she purred, her voice laced with satisfaction. "It's a beautiful deep red, with delicate lace that feels so good against my skin. It's just… barely containing me," she teased, a playful lilt in her voice. "Now for the matching panties…"
I could hear the rustle of fabric as she moved. "These are even smoother than the bra," she murmured, her voice low and husky.
"Tiny little triangles of lace and silk… such a tease. I'm sliding them up my legs… so slowly… feeling the fabric glide over my skin… It's like a whisper…"
She paused, letting out a soft sigh. "They fit perfectly," she whispered, a hint of mischief in her voice. "Hugging my curves… teasing my senses… And you know what the best part is?" she purred.
"Tell me," I breathed, my curiosity piqued.
"They're practically nonexistent," she whispered, a giggle bubbling up. "Just enough to… hint at what's underneath. They're driving me crazy," she admitted, her voice a mix of frustration and excitement. "I can only imagine what they're doing to you…"
"And now… the final touch… a silk nightdress… so smooth and soft…" she murmured, the rustle of fabric a sensual whisper in my ear. "It's a deep shade of blue, almost like the night sky… and it just skims my body… feeling so luxurious…"
She paused, a soft sigh escaping her lips. "It's so light… it barely feels like I'm wearing anything at all," she whispered.
"And the way it… drapes… well, it leaves a lot to the imagination," she teased, a playful lilt in her voice. "Are you still listening, Samuel?"
"Every word," I replied, my voice husky. "I'm picturing you perfectly, Isabella. That silk nightdress clinging to your curves… driving me wild."
"Good," she purred. "That's exactly what I intended." There was a moment of silence, the only sound her soft breathing. "So… what now?" she asked, her voice laced with anticipation.
"What now, you ask?" I chuckled softly. "Well, I could tell you what I *want* to do... but perhaps it's best to save that for Saturday.
"So," I began, a playful lilt in my voice, "how did it feel? Dressing up while giving a live commentary, and to someone you've only just met?"
A soft laugh echoed from the phone. "To be honest," she admitted, "it was... exhilarating. A little nerve-wracking, maybe, but mostly exciting. I don't usually do these kinds of things, you know."
"I gathered that," I chuckled. "So what made you do it this time?"
"Hmm," she hummed thoughtfully. "There's something about you, Samuel. Something that... compels me. It's like you have this... pull. This magnetism.
It urges me to do... well, pretty much anything you say." She paused, her voice taking on a teasing tone. "Tell me, mister, what did you do to the innocent little me?"
"What did I do?" I echoed, feigning innocence. "Why, nothing at all. I'm just a harmless human being who works as a hunter."
"Oh, I know you're a hunter," she countered playfully. "You already told me that, and I saw it in your eyes as well. That glint... that predatory instinct.
Don't underestimate me, Samuel. I know you aren't just any harmless hunter. I can read people well, you know."
"And what if I am?" I challenged, my voice dropping to a husky whisper. "What if I told you I enjoy tainting innocent people like you? Corrupting them? Making them do things they never thought they'd do? And that too only for me."
A soft gasp escaped her lips. "Oh my," she breathed, her voice laced with a mixture of fear and excitement. "That sounds... dangerous."
"It is," I agreed, a thrill coursing through me at her reaction. "But it's also incredibly... rewarding."
"And what do you plan to do with me, Mr. Hunter?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
"That," I said, my voice a low rumble, "depends entirely on how well you behave."
"Oh, I'll be very good," she promised, her voice dripping with playful submission. "Just tell me what you want, and I'll do it."
"Such a good girl," I purred, enjoying the power dynamic. "But patience, Isabella. All good things come to those who wait."
"But I don't like to wait," she whined playfully.
"Then you'll have to learn," I chuckled. "It's part of the game, darling."
"And what if I don't want to play your games?" she challenged, a hint of defiance in her voice.
"Then you'll miss out on all the fun," I replied, my voice a seductive whisper. "And I wouldn't want that, would you?"
"Hmm," she hummed thoughtfully. "Perhaps you have a point."
A comfortable silence settled between us, the air thick with unspoken desires. I could almost feel her presence through the phone, the image of her naked body beneath the silk nightdress burning in my mind.
"So," she finally said, her voice soft, "what are we going to do until Saturday?"
"We could talk," I suggested, my voice low and suggestive. "Get to know each other better. Share our… deepest desires."
"Oh?" she purred. "And what are your deepest desires, Samuel?"
"I'll tell you mine," I replied, "if you tell me yours."
"Hmm," she hummed thoughtfully. "That sounds like a dangerous game."
"All the best games are dangerous," I countered.
"True," she conceded. "Alright, Mr. Hunter. I'll play your game. But don't think you've already won."
"I never assume anything," I said, a smirk in my voice. "But I'm always confident in my abilities."
"Cocky, aren't you?" she teased.
"Confident," I corrected. "There's a difference."
"Is there?" she challenged.
"Absolutely," I replied. "Cocky is believing you're the best. Confident is knowing you are."
"And you *know* you're the best?" she asked, her voice laced with playful skepticism.
"I do," I said, my voice a low rumble. "But I'm always willing to prove it."
"Oh, I'm sure you are," she purred. "And I'm looking forward to seeing your proof."
"You know," I said, glancing at the clock, "it's getting late. I have work tomorrow."
"Already?" she asked, a hint of disappointment in her voice. "The fun was just beginning."
"Patience, baby," I chuckled. "Saturday is only two days away. Be patient until then. You'll have the whole weekend to yourself… with me."
"Hmm," she purred, her voice laced with anticipation. "I like the sound of that. A whole weekend…"
"Exactly," I said, my voice low and suggestive. "Just you and me. No interruptions. No distractions."
"And what kind of fun do you have planned for this weekend?" she asked, her voice a seductive whisper.
"That," I replied, "is for me to know, and for you to find out."
"You're such a tease," she complained playfully.
"I know," I said, a smirk in my voice. "But it's part of my charm."
"So you say," she countered.
"So I prove," I corrected. "Now, get some sleep, Bella. You'll need your energy for Saturday. And I don't want you to drift off half way on Saturday."
"Yes, sir," she said, her voice dripping with mock obedience. "Goodnight, Samuel. I'll be thinking of you." she whispered.
"Goodnight, Bella," I replied, a promise hanging in the air. "I'll be thinking of you too."
I hung up the phone, a satisfied feeling settling over me. The conversation had been… stimulating, to say the least. Isabella was definitely intrigued, and I had a feeling that Saturday was going to be very interesting indeed.
Isabella hung up the phone, her heart pounding in her chest. A wave of heat washed over her, leaving her flushed and breathless.
She touched her cheek, surprised to find it burning hot. "Oh my god," she whispered to herself, "what did I just do?" A giggle escaped her lips.
"A virtual reverse striptease? Seriously, Isabella?" She shook her head, a mixture of mortification and excitement swirling within her.
"But… it felt so good," she admitted, a small smile playing on her lips. "So… exciting. Something like this I neither did nor felt before, it was so fun."
She glanced down at her body, she could feel her nipples already erect from inside her bra and her pussy tingling with a warmth that spread through her lower belly.
A thin sheen of moisture coated her folds. "He's going to drive me crazy," she murmured, her breath catching in her throat as she replayed the conversation in her mind, his words echoing in her ears.
"That voice… that confidence… Saturday," she whispered, the word a promise and a thrill. "I can't wait."
She snuggled deeper into her covers, a contented sigh escaping her lips. "He's so…different," she mused.
"So… intense. What is it about him?" She closed her eyes, her imagination running wild. "That smirk… those eyes… He makes me feel… like an innocent girl playing right into his hand."
A shiver ran down her spine. "And that little game we played… so suggestive… so… *
delicious." She bit her lip, a playful smile spreading across her face.
"He's going to get what he wants," she whispered to herself, "but he's going to have to work for it." She closed her eyes, a feeling of anticipation bubbling within her.
Despite the late hour, she felt surprisingly refreshed, all the tiredness and sleepyness vanished from her body, energized by the late night phone call. "Saturday can't come soon enough," she murmured, as she drifted off to sleep.
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