How had things got this far? How had I lost my mind in all of this? I scrolled through the text messages from Jacob.
The first had been very innocent; just a simple question about work deadlines. The last had lost all of it's innocence; asking for a picture of me, naked.
My face flushed crimson at the idea of sending such a picture, yet I felt a burning between my thighs. The same burning I felt every time I opened a text message from Jacob.
A flurry of thoughts flashed through my mind. Should I send a picture? Should I even text back? Before I knew it my mind had run away with me and I was thinking about how I should pose and what I should wear.
I text back, 'you would like to see a photo wouldn't you.'
My heart raced as I waited for a reply. Why was I so nervous? Jacob was just a guy from work. I had worked with him for over a year.
He had never caught my attention before, and didn't seem like the kind of guy who would say such explicit things to a woman.
I wanted to send a picture but I was scared. What if he passed it around work? I could never live that down.
I was busy undressing, ready to change into my gym clothes, when my phone buzzed on my dressing table.
I gingerly walked over, anxious of what the next text message would say. I picked up my phone and clicked open the message.
'Show me yours and I will show you mine. That's how much I want to see a picture,' it read.
Oh god, I wanted to send a picture, just so I could receive a picture from him.
"Oh what do I do?" I said out loud.
I had pictures I could send already, or should I take another one. I looked down at myself, I was only wearing my underwear. My jade green matching lace bra and knickers.
"I can't believe I am doing this," I said as I unhooked my bra.
I brought up the camera on my phone and stood in front of my full length mirror. Using my arms to push my breasts together I smiled as my cleavage looked great.
I pouted as I clicked the camera into action. My bedroom window was open, letting in the cool October breeze. My nipples started to get hard. I couldn't decide whether it was because of the breeze or because I was getting turned on at the thought of sending the pictures to Jacob.
Getting brave I pulled my knickers down, noticing the wet patch on the crotch. Maybe I was more turned on that I had thought.
I propped my phone on my dressing table, pointing it towards the bed, and set the timer. I knew I only had 10 seconds before the camera started taking pictures.
I rushed into position, putting my arms above my head, my legs slightly apart and standing on my tip-toes. I did my best pout and I could hear the camera clicking each time it took a picture. I changed position at every click, ending with my hands flat on my bed and my ass in full view of the camera.
The burning between my legs intensified as I flicked through the pictures. I had to admit, I looked hot.
My heart pounded in my chest as I sent each picture. I had never done anything like this yet I was excited. All I could think was if Jacob didn't like the pictures I didn't have to see him till Monday. Thank god it was only Friday.
I had decided against going to the gym; I wouldn't be able to text Jacob if I went.
After waiting for five minutes for Jacob to text back, I started to become anxious again.
To take my mind off things I decided to go for a shower, maybe that would cool me down as well.
I turned on the shower and waited for it to warm up. I shook my hair loose of its pony tail, letting it fall around my shoulders.
I stepped inside the shower and tested the water with my hand, the warmth made my arm tingle. Goosebumps appeared all over my body.
I slid the shower door shut and closed my eyes ass the powerful jets of water cascaded over my naked body.
I grabbed my body wash from the shower rack and squirted it all over my chest and legs. I instantly imagined Jacob's juices running down my body.
My hands instinctively dropped to my heaving breasts. I lathered up the body wash, my slender fingers slid over my nipples. I let out a moan. It had been a long time since I had felt this way; wanted. I pulled the shower head from the stand and washed the suds off my body.
I lowered the shower head, to wash between my legs. I let the water pummel my clit a little longer than I normally would.
My nipples hardened involuntarily. The shower had meant to cool me down, instead it had me ravenous for the release my body so badly craved.
Washing away the last of the body wash, I replaced the shower head and turned off the water. I stepped out of the shower cubicle and wrapped the soft white towel around myself and dabbed away most of the moisture.
Realising what I had been waiting for I rushed back to the bedroom, over to my phone. I lit up the screen and my heart almost stopped beating. I had only been in the shower for 10 minutes and I had two text messages from Jacob.
'Wow, your body is so beautiful. I would love to get my hands on those gorgeous tits,' read the first.
I blushed at the thought of him fondling my breasts.
The next text message made me hot between the legs again.
'I can't help it! I have to release this raging hard on. I have my cock in my hand, thinking of you.'
Was he really masturbating over me? My mind was all over the place, and I hadn't noticed but so were my hands.
I was rubbing my clit. I could smell my sweet scent hanging in the air. My nipples felt harder than ever before.
I sat on the edge of my bed, opening my legs wider so that I had better access to my clit. My fingers slipped down to my wet entrance. I bit my bottom lip to stop myself moaning. The window was still open and I didn't want my neighbours to hear me.
My phone vibrated in my other hand. It startled me but didn't stop me pushing my two fingers deep inside my wet pussy.
As I opened the message I started to finger-fuck myself faster. My question had been answered, Jacob was masturbating over me.
The picture message was proof. There he was, just as he had said, with his cock in his hand. I couldn't work out whether it was the angle of the picture or whether his cock really was as big as it looked. His fingers barely met as they wrapped around his manhood.
I couldn't resist it anymore. I jumped off my bed and almost ran over to my dressing table. Pulling open the bottom drawer I grabbed my favourite toy; my clit stick.
I made my way back to my bed, lay down and thrust my two fingers back into my pussy. Working up a rhythm I switched my clit stick on. The low hum of the vibrating got me more excited than usual.
I quickly flicked the stick over my clit. I jumped as a wave of pleasure washed over me. I could feel my juices flowing over my fingers. I had never been so turned on while masturbating. I rubbed the stick over my clit again, harder this time. My mind wandered to thinking of Jacob's manhood. I thought of him pumping his member in his hand while looking at pictures of me.
My hips thrust up to my fingers at the same time as grinding my hips against the clit stick. I felt my skin tingle, I knew I was close to cumming. My pace quickened, my pussy walls tightened around my fingers and I moaned out loud as my orgasm crashed over me.
My body shuddered as I pulled my fingers from my spent opening. My juices glistened on. I glanced at my phone and in the spur of the moment I parted my lips and ran my tongue over my finger tips.
It tasted sweet, but strong. Nothing like I imagined. I got carried away and tongued at my fingers, like I was starved, until they were clean. It was like they had never been buried deep in my pussy only minutes ago.
I switched off my clit stick and placed it back in the drawer. I had a feeling I would be using it a little more often.
I picked up my phone, surprised to see another text message from Jacob.
This one read, 'I have to see you. I want to feel those tits in my hands. I want to bury my cock deep in your pussy. Can we meet?'
I was shocked at his request but found myself replying 'Yes come to my apartment.'
Realising my mistake, I quickly sent another text message with my address. In my haste to get him over to my apartment I had forgotten he didn't know where I lived.
Jacob text me back almost immediately, explaining he would be over in about an hour.
That would give me just enough time to get ready I thought. I walked over to my underwear drawer and picked out my favourite red bra with matching red thong. Placing it on the bed I went back into the bathroom. Picking up the damp flannel from the sink, I washed between my thighs making sure I got rid of the 'evidence' from the fun earlier.
Feeling refreshed I got my floor length silk night-dress from the wardrobe. Putting it next to my underwear, the clash in colour looked sexy.
I needed to put some make-up on at least before Jacob arrived. I powdered my face and applied mascara and a coat of my best lip gloss. I brushed my long red hair and decided to leave it down. I loved it when it was down because it went curly.
Time seemed to fly by. I knew I was going to have to hurry if I wanted to open a bottle of wine too. I got dressed, putting on my thong first. I checked to see if my behind looked as good as it had in the pictures I sent to Jacob. Checking the time I quickly put on my bra and night-dress. I loved the innocence of my white night-dress and the devilishness of my red underwear. I felt ready for anything.
I rearranged the bed, getting rid of the creases I had made writhing around in pleasure.
Making my way to the kitchen I took two wine glasses out and placed them on the granite work surface. I bent down, feeling my night-dress pull tight on my ass, to get a bottle of wine from the rack.
I opened the bottle, at first struggling to get the cork out. My thoughts drifted to my pussy being wrapped that tightly around Jacob's manhood. I snapped back to reality as the buzzer sounded. Within second I felt more nervous than I had ever been. Pressing the button to open the door I took a deep breath, this was it there was no going back now.
I put a smile on my face as I opened the door. Jacob was stood there already, smiling back.
"Hi Maxine," he said. His voice deep and masculine.
"Hey Jacob," I replied. My voice sounded sexier than I had intended.
"Please come in," I motioned towards the sofa.
Jacob, without being asked, removed his shoes before making his way to the living area. I briskly walked to the kitchen and started pouring the wine.
"I hope red is ok," I asked. I knew I was making small talk.
