Which Body Part is the Most Sexy? by Shirley Read-Jahn
She checked her phone. His credit card transaction had gone through. She now opened up the phone line to hear his, “Hello, hello, lady, you there?”
“Yes, I’m here,” she whispered softly. “What is it you’d like me to say?”
“What are you wearing right now?”
“A black négligée with a thong underneath, no bra.”
“May I see you?”
“No, it’s not allowed. Just talking on the phone is allowed.”
“You voice is so soft and enticing.”
“Do you want me to tell you what I’m doing now?”
“Please.”
“I’m applying cream to my legs.”
“Are they long, your legs?”
“Long and shapely.”
“Ahhhh, please let me see you.”
“I told ya, it’s not allowed. You’re paying for an audio phone visit only.”
Beep! Beep! Beep!
“What’s that noise?”
“That’s the alarm clock telling me your time’s up.”
“Oh lady, keep talking in that sultry, soft, voice. Please don’t stop.”
“Gotta go, mister. Bye for now. Talk next time, okay?”
The line went dead. She sighed, got up from the desk and hauled her wrinkled old body painfully over to her bed. Lying back onto her pillows, she smiled, thinking how she fooled ‘em every time. She was now 80 years old, but her voice hadn’t ever lost its sultry, sexy timbre.
She made a fortune on these phone calls from lonely, sex-starved men. Flirting seductively over the phone just plain wore an old gal out. Smiling again, thinking of the easy 100 bucks that call gave her, she turned on her side, her arthritic bones creaking. Good thing these men couldn’t see her, she thought to herself, and a good thing she only did audio calls for the company, stroking her sagging breasts, and smoothing down her straggling grey locks. She looked like an old witch, she knew that, but they, those foolish men, they’d often told her she sounded like a gorgeous gal of twenty. Sitting up, she pulled on her old, grey, sweater. Thoughtfully smiling with satisfaction, she whispered to herself, it’s all in the voice, innit? The sexiest part of her whole body.
