Dave's phone buzzed. It was another text from Cariel. She had been teasing him all night and he was loving it. Her messages were so subtle, and her pictures so tempting.
One was just a picture of the edge of her breast.
Another was just her pretty painted toes.
Another of her smooth legs peaking out from her bathrobe.
Another was her gorgeous face with just a little bit of cleavage down below.
Another was with her hair just covering her nipples....
And the whole time innocent questions to accompany them: "Do you like those?" "What do you think?" "My boobs are so ready... they ache to be squeezed"
But she never gave him a full view. She was a master of teasing.
She was enchanting. And it was driving Dave wild with anticipation. He changed out of his pants as they quickly became uncomfortable on his growing bulge. He sat on his bed in just sweatpants texting with Cariel.
Then she sent him a picture of herself, biting her lip, and barely holding her bathrobe over her breasts, it said "are you hard for me?"
"Fuck yes.... do you want to see how hard?"
"YES"
Dave stood in front of his bedroom mirror. His erection pitching his sweatpants up like a tent. He pulled them down and let his cock bounce freely. Then he stroked it a few times to get it nice and throbbing.
He was cut and had a nice even shape. His head was large and round and the end was damp with precum leakage from looking at all of Cariel's pics.
His erection was perfectly hard. The skin stretched to its limit and the veins there thick. He snapped a couple pics to showcase the size and angle, then sat back on the bed and sent them to Cariel.
Then she responded "OH My GOD."
"I want that in my mouth... and pussy... and everywhere. Mmmmm It's gorgeous.;)"
They continued to exchange pictures and texts late into the night. And at some point before Dave rubbed out an explosive orgasm, and eventually fell asleep naked on top of his sheets, he suggested they get dinner later that week. "I would love that, I think we are in for a fun night ;)" She responded.
***
Dave pulled up in front of Cariel's building and parked on the street. it was a red brick townhouse with colonial white trim. There was a wreath on the front door, and potted plants on the steps. Everything was well organized and cleaned.
After their flirty text conversation the other night, Dave had set a date for dinner. He could hardly contain himself all week. He crossed the grass to the front door and rang the bell.
In a few moments the door opened and Cariel appeared. Her platinum hair was in large, wide curls that fell across her shoulders. She wore a long white blouse with lace on the bottom, that draped gracefully over her large chest, and fell just below the pockets of her jeans. The neckline was wide and low enough to reveal just the very top of her cleavage. The material was thin enough that David could see the outline of her bra. She wore simple red heels.
"Hi David!" she smiled and threw her arms around him in a big hug, and kissed him on the cheek. He could smell her perfume and he breathed it in deeply, and he could feel the weight and volume of her breasts against him.
"Hi babe. You look amazing" he took a step back to look her over again.
"Aww thanks" she turned her hip in a flirty pose and giggled.
"Are you all ready to go?" he asked gesturing to his car.
