An anonymous “listen” text leads Kathy down a path of sensual discovery fueled by a stranger’s intimate moans
Listen
by Mia Sumner
The file came from an unknown number with a text that simply said “listen”. Of course, Kathy ignored it. And the file that came the next day. And the next.
And then on day 15, no chime from her phone. Kathy checked and checked, but no message appeared. For a moment she considered responding to the last message, asking who this was, asking why they had stopped. She quickly rejected the idea, she would not be encouraging this stranger to send more.
Day 16. No message.
Day 17. Silence. The previous messages still there on the phone. Her curiosity growing. Perhaps, it wouldn’t hurt to play just one? The antivirus app said the files were harmless after all.
Popping in her ear buds, Kathy played the audio file. It wasn’t some sort of advert, as she had assumed. It wasn’t words at all, just muffled sounds. Kathy listened for several seconds before the unmistakable sound of a woman’s moan brought everything into sharp focus and her heart sped up. She was listening to someone masturbating.
There was something shocking to the realization. Someone had sent her this. Someone had sent her 13 more files, were they like this too? The unknown woman on the file gasped and moaned again, her enjoyment becoming more and more obvious. Kathy bit her lip, torn now between stopping and continuing. Who was this, why had they sent it, would they say anything?
The file ended, and without really thinking, Kathy moved to the next, playing it. She felt her body flush with heat as she heard the now unmistakable sounds of the mystery woman rubbing and fingering herself. Had she masturbated each day? Who was it? Did she know Kathy? Had she masturbated for Kathy? Her breathing sped up, the thought of someone doing that for her was so exhilarating.
What would it be like, she wondered, to rub along with this mystery woman. Heart thumping now, she got up and firmly closed her bedroom door, pulling down her pants and casting them aside as she returned to the bed. Her hand quickly found its way into her panties, fingers stroking her pussy lips with familiar ease. Soon her moans joined the unknown woman’s as her fingers circled and rubbed.
Five files in, Kathy’s hips were moving frantically as her fingers plunged into her eager pussy. Her panties now pulled down and kicked aside to give full access. She moved in sync with the anonymous woman. Gasping, panting, moaning and rubbing. Her mind filled with images of what that woman must be doing, how she must look, how excited she must be to be sharing this intimate moment.
File nine, and Kathy realized that the woman, never came. She rubbed. She groaned. Sometimes, Kathy could hear just how wet her pussy must be, as wet as Kathy’s own. But she never came. The frantic, desperate need was clear in her moans, but she, and Kathy, did not cum. Kathy didn’t know how long she’d been doing this for now. Minutes? Hours? It didn’t matter. Her fingers moved with a will of their own, rubbing, teasing, fucking her pussy, she just kept going.
And then, there were no more files. Kathy writhed in frustration, her body soaked in sweat, her pussy aching for… demanding more. She hadn’t cum, she couldn’t stop, she needed…
Her phone chimed. She knew the number instantly and hurriedly opened it, but this time there was no file. Instead, the text said:
“Record yourself. Send it to me.”
Could she do that? Send such an intimate thing to a stranger? But she needed more of that feeling, needed to rub, needed to feed her pussy what it craved. Hands trembling, she started recording, moaning loudly as she sank two fingers into her dripping cunt. Every gasp, every grunt, the squelching sound as her fingers pumped in and out, all saved to her phone. Ready to be shared, and she still hadn’t cum.
One last chance to stop this, a tiny piece of Kathy’s mind yelled, but she ignored it, sending the file. All that mattered was that she had to keep going. Seconds passed, the little checkmarks appeared next to her message, but no response. Then… her phone chimed. A new message, a new number. A group chat.
Welcome
The message said. Chime. Chime. Chime. More messages, more files. Different women, all anonymous, all masturbating, none cumming. Kathy’s hand returned to her pussy, hips thrusting, legs twitching as she rubbed. Her phone chimed again.
Send to a friend. The new text read. Tell them to listen.
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