From Sweetness To Naughtiness Ch 02

The next morning, I was greeted by a cheeky text from Maria. No pictures from her, but I was not disappointed as I was not expecting it. Her text read that she did some Yoga exercises 'my way', which felt nice, with new sensations on her skin. Apart from calling it 'interesting' and sending a winking emoji, I toed the line of not pressing her. In addition, my attempt at diffusing last night's excitement by saying "I hope the naughty pictures didn't offend you" was appreciated by her. 'No pressure at all' was the tone I needed to convey. That was truly my approach here, and I didn't want to accidentally portray otherwise. As she had mainly known me through my workplace where I have a somewhat respectable status, this new side of me was unknown territory for her.

With a promise that I would not shock her too much with my pictures, and a few straightforward assurances that neither of us intended to start a romantic relationship with the other, we ended our chat that morning. I fully intended to continue being as naughty as I could with her, despite or perhaps aided by, our conversation.

As it is with life however, I went through a particularly stressful conversation that day with someone else. And that put me in a strange mood which I was trying to claw out of. It was in this fluctuating mood that I took nearly-nude selfies of me eating the food I had ordered in, sent them to her, but deleted from my chat feed with her before it was marked 'read'. She asked about the deleted messages later, received my solemn and honest answer that I was going through stress temporarily, and further accepted my decision not to divulge the problem at that time. It was only much later that she revealed that the pictures automatically saved in her photo reel, and she had seen them anyway but didn't feel it was right to reveal that fact to me when I was feeling down.

It took 2 days for me to get back to my normal playful self, helped in part by the fact that I had to help a couple of other friends in need, but mostly due to the short daily cheery messages from Maria. She was a good friend indeed.

And so when Maria next teased me, saying that I was avoiding going out to new restaurants only to avoid getting dressed, I happily played along. Lamenting on how 'hard' it was getting dressed got a giggle out of her. Next, after a few tries, I managed to take a picture that was both naughty and funny. I wore a thoughtful expression, and nothing else, writing on my notebook while the phone clicked a snapshot on a timer.

Still careful not to show anything explicit but revealing everything apart from it, was the same tone I maintained during our video call later that day. Using gossamer-thin excuses like needing to show her how my apartment and balcony views looked like in daylight this time, I once again took her on a virtual tour. My anxiety showed itself in the way my breath hitched and how I repeated my sentences several times, but neither of us addressed the obvious build-up of excitement, choosing instead to keep up the charade of a very ordinary call between friends.

Stepping outside on my balcony in the same way I did in the previous call was even more unnerving, as it was broad daylight this time, but greatly stoked my exhibitionist kink. I later set the phone down on my desk and walked away slowly, pretending to check on a sound I 'thought I heard' while she obviously checked out my backside. There was a short chuckle from her, and then to address her voiced concern that she might see too much of me when I'm walking back, I did what any other cautious but excited exhibitionist friend would do. I placed a folded piece of clothing right over my cock and sauntered back slowly towards her. Once again, there was no mention of it whatsoever while we talked about very mundane things for a few more minutes before ending the call.

Over the next couple of days we had a few more video calls wherein she was completely dressed, smiling brightly and giggling occasionally, while I was completely naked and only almost showing what I really wanted her to her. In between our calls I would send her several implied nude pictures of myself doing the most mundane of activities. One picture was of me cooking in nothing but an apron. In another I held up a ninja-star origami piece at just the right angle at the mirror so as to cover my cock. A picture of me enjoying a hot cup of coffee in the shower (an experience which I would recommend, by the way). And quite a few more. I was handsomely rewarded by the giggles and shocked expression emojis she sent my way as she perused my nude body, from head to toe except for that vital spot.

On the very last night of my holiday we once again spoke on video. This time I answered her video call using my laptop webcam, which gave me a clearer view of what I was showing her. I made sure the entire length of my sprawling body was in frame, and aimed the webcam to show just that much of my hip and groin just shy of showing my cock. I kept this going for a good twenty minutes or so, noticing towards the end that she was finding it difficult to actually leave after saying goodbye. Then in a very relaxed move I moved the laptop right in front of me as if I was about to end the call as well. My cock was now in frame, and it was well and truly hard. Still smiling and giggling to each other, we dragged our goodbyes for yet another few minutes, each refusing to blatantly mention the erotic exhibitionism and voyeurism taking place. I was in my element, and so it would seem was she.

My cock demanded more. A touch perhaps. Or perhaps a few twitches using just my perineal muscles (I can't honestly say this didn't happen). However I knew that restraint was still key to this lovely charade.

As all good things needed to come to an end, so too did that prolonged goodbye.

The next morning I politely asked if she wanted to see a cheeky picture of me all packed and ready to take the train. She laughed and said "You decide..."

Was there any need to ask what my decision was? I sent her a picture of me in my fully nude profile, holding my packed bag in front of my dangling cock. What I thought was an adequate cover however turned out to be very inadequate indeed! The shaft of my cock was perfectly outlined by the gap between the handle and the rest of the bag. It was only due to a similarity of colour that I had incorrectly concluded that my cock was fully covered. As it stands, it was only the circumcised tip of my cock that remained hidden, that too with a tiny hint of pink peeking from behind its cover.

Serendipity, is what I would call it.

With excited palpitations in my heart, I could only smile at the shocked gasps I could almost hear from the written texts she sent back. She joked that I seemed to have packed light for the trip, and I jokingly complained of how tricky it was to travel in the nude. And off we returned to our own activities. Thus far she had only brought up in passing that I was breaking her own barriers to nudity, but it was going no further than that. I was completely fine with that, supremely content with this unspoken one-sided arrangement.