Uno : Inside The Phone Booth (1970)

The date night had gone surprisingly smooth. So far, so good. They had hung out at the Café Coffee Day, had a nice time chatting away. The couple of hours had just flown by. He was glad they had more in common than he had imagined. He smiled to himself.

They walked along the footpath. She looked extremely pretty in the emerald green top. And jeans. The top matched the color of her eyes perfectly. She was saying something excitedly, but he wasn’t paying much attention. He was just taking in the prettiness of her face, watching her eyes go wide and her lips move. He just nodded along, just to keep her encouraged. He liked her voice, it was sweet & chirpy. Now he was counting all the things he already liked about her. The list was growing fast. He smiled to himself again. Sometimes one just gets lucky. They had known each other since his first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry, they had become close friends. He thought to himself, who could possibly know that somebody you meet when you are 11, can turn this attractive & hot at 18! Lucky is an understatement.

She held his arm as they crossed the road, and all of a sudden a hot wave ran across his body. What was that all about?! As they kept walking through the alley, he looked up ahead and noticed a phone booth. It had a sign that said “Out-of-order” on the door. But there was a dimly lit bulb still in there. It was a back alley, so he wondered who would actually know there was a phone booth in there in the first place, in order or out. Municipal corporations, they never get their planning right, he thought to himself, and shook his head. He noticed that she was still holding his arm, and that was doing things to his mind. And body. His heartbeat had quickened. He began to imagine them both inside that phone booth, and all that he would do to her in there…

“Do you want to go in there?”

“Huh?”

He had not been listening to a thing she was saying. How rude, he thought to himself. Lost in thoughts about her when she was right next to him. She had noticed that he was lost in thought and staring at the phone booth ahead.

“Do you want to go in there?” she repeated. “No… I don’t really need to call anybody right now…”, he tried to sound as apologetic as possible. But she wasn’t really mad that he had been ignoring her. “You told me back there about the stuff you were going through in your personal & professional life. So I was just saying you’ll do fine. It’s only a matter of time before you find yourself back again. You are perfect to me. If this is your “worst” then I can’t even begin to imagine all the feels when you are at your best”, she told him, trying to cheer him up.

That did it. Her words, and those beautiful lips, was too deadly a combo to not be swept under. He stopped in his tracks, turned towards her, placed one hand on her cheek and kissed her. She was obviously taken aback. Even if she was, she didn’t let it show. She regained her composure and kissed him back. Passionately. The fire in him was too much to handle.

“Take me inside that phone booth. Right now.” she said. That was just what he wanted to hear. They ran the rest of the distance to the phone booth, holding hands. He pulled the door, checked inside, just in case, and held it open for her. Once he was inside, he closed the door behind him. He looked out through the glass. It was past midnight, and the neighborhood was the most peaceful part in town. Nobody was going to know of what was about to happen next inside the phone booth.

Maybe the same exact thoughts were running through her mind too, because she began to giggle. They were a little out of breath from the 20 feet distance of running in anticipation and excitement. They kissed, and kissed again. She looked even prettier in the dimly lit light of the phone booth. And delicate. He just wanted to hold her close. Forever. He decided to take it slowly. He kissed her forehead, and as he did so, he could feel her breath against his neck. She closed her eyes. He pushed her hair aside and behind her shoulder, and kissed her neck, brushing his lips along. She had goose bumps along her neck, he assumed it was from the excitement of the moment, and hoping it was not the chill instead. He hugged her tighter anyway. Her breasts pushed against his chest. Both her hands were on his back as she tugged at his shirt.

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He took her hands in his and kissed her palms. Then he held her face and kissed her again. On the forehead, then her cheeks, and then on the chin. By now his organ was harder than ever and tugging at his pants. He slipped one hand under her top and gently squeezed her breast. She unbuttoned his shirt, while he took her top off and unhooked her bra. It slid down to her waist. “Push me against the wall and kiss the hell out of me!” she whispered in her ear. And then, in a moment of great passion, they kissed, and he lifted her off the ground, into her arms and pinned her against the wall of the phone booth. She gasped for breath.

He kissed her arms and shoulders as he held her by his arm below her, his other arm around her head. She caressed his bare back. Her hands were sweating but it hardly mattered anymore. As he adjusted her to the right height against the wall, he gently stroked her hips and thighs. She shuddered, and gasped for more breath. He let her slide down, only to allow them to take off each other’s pants and everything underneath. Now they both were bare naked. The place was cramped and on fire, their bodies close to each other.

He cupped her breasts, and bent down to kiss them. He nibbled at the nipples, and licked them slowly. The rough of his tongue against the tip of her nipples sent her on a new high. She pulled at his hair as she moaned with pleasure. His other hand found her bottom, and he gently squeezed it. She let out another moan. She slipped her hand down his waist, slowly to where his organ stood up, enlarged and ready, and she stroked it. That was the limit for him. He couldn’t take it any further. He lifted her again, and as he pushed her against the wall, he entered her. She screamed with pleasure and pain. Her legs wrapped around his waist, and her hands behind his neck.

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As they moved in sync, he kissed her breast again. Much intensely and impatiently this time. The harder he thrust in, the louder she screamed in pleasure. One of her hands pressed against the glass for support, while she held onto him with the other, her fingernails digging into the skin on his back. The pleasure and ecstasy was too much in the moment for any one person to handle alone. They climaxed together, as she screamed out his name one last time. It had got quite hot in the box, their bare sweating bodies pressed against each other, breathing heavily. There was a sudden calm after the storm.

He slowly lowered her back to the floor, but held her close in her arms. He gently ran his fingers through her hair, she looked so beautiful and content, and knowing that he was the reason behind the contentment made his day, and he could keep looking at her forever. She rested her head on his chest and gently planted a kiss on the part of the chest where his heart would be. As her breathing slowly returned to normal, she closed her eyes. The dream had begun.


Continue to Dos : After Hours In The Library (1977).

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