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've just come in from work, on a hot summer day. Thank god, it's Friday. The clock shows 6.00pm. Looking at it I'm wondering what I'm going to do tonight. I decide to turn the radio on. Listening to the music (disco hits) I start to move to the beat. As I look at my apartment, I decide to clean it up. So I go into my bedroom, take off my work clothes, put on some shorts and a camisole, put my hair up and start cleaning.
As I'm sweeping the floor, I dance to the music. So much memories come flashing back. It is like each song has a special meaning or place. Then I hear the DJ's announcement. A low soft voice, very sexy I might add, but then again they always have voices like that. But for some unknown reason, this one has caught my attention. I get closer to my radio, still holding my broom in my hand; I turn up the volume. Each words he speaks, is like a soft breeze, that makes me tingle inside. I've been alone too long, I think to my self. How can a simple voice on the radio, turn me on this way, I wonder.
Sitting in front of the radio, I feel the heat invading my body. Little pearls of perspiration are forming on my forehead, sliding down my face. I decide to go and get myself a glass of white wine, to cool me down. As I do so, I hear the DJ saying that he will have a live show on at 9.00pm. It is now 8.00pm. So I decide to go and take a shower. For some reason that I can't explain I feel as if I'm going on a date. Am I crazy? I think to myself.
As I finish dressing my self, with a light summer dress, I pour myself another glass of wine. I go to the table where is my radio, and bring it into my bedroom. I place it on my night table, beside the candle that I've just lit a few minutes ago. I sit in my bed, resting my back on the head bed. I look at the time. It is 8.59pm. One minute to go before I hear his beautiful voice again.
Drinking a sip of wine, I hear him, it startled me. Almost making me spill my glass on me. I'm surely loosing it! How could this be happening? I'm a perfect well balance person. The name of his show is called "Stripping to your Soul" I whisper...What an appropriate title. The first caller goes on the air, a teenager, who has problems with her boyfriend. I listen to them, but mostly to him. His voice brings such feelings in me. I'm starting to wonder if it is the effect of the wine. Already had two glasses on an empty stomach. But I think it is more than that.
I listen to his advice. He is so calm and mature in his responses. The way he talks about love making, what it should be makes me shiver all over. I'm now wondering if I should call him. Would I have the nerves to do that? Not yet, maybe later after another glass of wine.
It is now 10.30pm. I look at my cellular phone. I pick it up, and start to dial the number of the radio station. I am sure that I'm going to get a busy signal, you always do on these shows. You can never get through. As I bring the phone to my ear, I hear it ring. Oh god, this can be!
A woman answers with the title of the show. I freeze for a few seconds. Then I say that I would like to talk to the DJ who's on the air right now. She asks me my name and what am I calling for. I tell her that my name is Julie, and that I am 30 and single, and still wondering if Mr. Right really exist in the 90's. She puts me on hold, saying that it might take a few minutes before I go through. My heart is pounding like crazy. My palms are all sweaty. What am I doing? I should hang up. This is crazy! But as I am going to do so, I hear his voice at the other end of the receiver. What a shock! He asks me to describe what would be Mr. Right today. I give him a quick response, not knowing what exactly I'm saying. Just hearing him talking to me, causes my body to respond in a way that I even dared to imagine. I can feel my breast swelling up. I can feel my secret garden moistening. Dear God help me! Then I asked him, what he could do to a woman, to sweep her off her feet. I thought for sure he wouldn't respond, but he did.
I look at the clock, it reads 10.45pm. He still has 15 minutes to go on. As he starts to describe how he would take care of a woman, I gently slide my body lower in the bed, turn off the radio, and hold the phone close to my ear. My body is tingling all over. Can't wait to hear what he has to say. The bedroom is pitch black. You can see the shadow of the flame dancing on the wall. His voice is intoxicating me with such pleasure.
He describes a scene in a restaurant; private dinner table and all. And how he would make his female companion reach heights she would never expect. I ask him to be more specific. He laughed, saying that they are things on the air he can't say. So laughing as well, I tell him to phone me back after his show and tell me the details. I cannot believe that I just told him that. But I did.
At 10.59pm, the show is over. I am left on my appetite of lust for him. I put my cell on my night table, and I can feel my wetness between my legs. As I bend to blow out the candle, my cell rings. Can it be him? Impossible, wishful thinking, but to my surprise, it is him. He says, "Hi Julie," in a soft voice. I'm going out of my mind! Then I ask him why he called back. He said that he liked my voice, and that he usually don't do that, but for some reason he did.
So I ask him what happens to his companion when she dines alone with him, in a private room. He laughed, in a soft manner. Then proceed to tell the tale. "I would sit beside her, drinking my wine, and look at her in the eyes. I would look so deep into her soul that I would know everything she is feeling and thinking." As I am hearing all this, my body starts to respond. And I mean really respond. My breast is so big, my nipples so hard, and I have trouble breathing, cause my heart is pounding like crazy. His voice is so sensual. He continues by saying that we can hear a soft music playing in the background and that the light of the candle is flickering in our eyes. Then he goes on.
"I would bend forward and kiss her passionately. Then I would bring my chair closer to her, and take a napkin and put it on her lap. She would be wondering why, but I would know. The waiter would bring our food, but we would not look at him. We are in trance. Still kissing her, I would start to caress her breast. Feeling her nipples hardening at my touch, under her bra. Then bringing one hand under the napkin, I would caress her thighs. Then I would slide my hand in between her legs under her skirt, so that I could find that special spot. Pulling her panty on one side so that I can feel the wetness of her juices."
Listening to all this, I'm pulsating all over. And without knowing it, I am touching my self all over. It feels so good. I am so wet. I try to speak to him, but he tells me not to say a word and just listen to him. Biting on my lips, to avoid moaning out loud, I obey him...As he continues to speak, I caress my breast with one hand, and I circle my clit with the other. I am so hot. My head leaning on the phone.
"Then as I see her starting to feel the pleasure of my touch, I enter her with one finger. Sliding it in gently and slowly, she opens up her legs so that I can move freely. She grabs the chair with both hands, at the back, lifting her waist to me discreetly. I enter 2 fingers now and I go a bit faster. I can see her soul begging for more. With my other hand I circle her special spot. It is so hard and pulsating. Her juices our dripping on my hand, such a nice feeling. I know she is going to explode soon, so gently I remove my hands. She just looks at me with so much desire, that I bring her up to her feet and lead the way to a staircase that brings us to a room."
God, help me! I am "cuming" so hard. I am so wet. Where did he come from? Why am I so attracted to him? I cant take this much longer. I start to moan as I make my self "cum." He stops talking. He's listening to my every cry. After I come to my senses, I cannot believe what I have just done. I feel my face becoming hot and red. Then I hear his voice again. "Don't be shy. What you have just done is so natural. And let me tell you something. I did the same just listening to you express your pleasure." "Who are you?" I ask him. He replies by saying that he is just a lonely man looking for Mrs. Right too, and that maybe one day he will find her.
As I go to answer him back my cell goes dead. Dam! I look at the time, its almost 1.00am, I decide to let it be and go to sleep. I don't have to tell you what I dreamt that night. The next day I listen to the radio all night. Nothing, not even the sound of his voice once. Starting to feel a bit blue, I decide to wait until the next Friday to find out who he really is.
Monday morning, have to go to work. I get to the bank, because I am a bank clerk, and start my day. I see this tall man coming in. Looks like any other man I've seen before, but there's something about him. Can't put my finger on it. As he comes to my counter, he knocks over my pen on the floor. Bending over to pick it up he apologises. Dear God! Help me again! It's him! I take a deep breath and just look into his eyes and say, "What happen when they went upstairs?" Then with a surprise smile, he just looks at me and say "Well Julie, you'll find out on our first date." Then I give him is money, and in return he gives me his card and at the back he wrote his private number, place and time. I look at him and smile, and say that I will be there.
I can tell you that from this day, I never listened to the radio the same way. Funny are the ways that you can find your true love. It is always when you least expect it. Remember that.
