found the guys of their dreams, it had been a little hard when deep in her heart she had always known that only one guy would ever do for her.
And now she had a chance at him! Finally.
She hugged the reality of the text exchange to herself for a few blissful minutes, then jumped up and began cleaning with a vengeance.
****
Monday night she ' d been home from her job at the bank for a few hours and was settling down to some chill time in front of the television when her phone went off again. Please, please, please.
She picked it up and read the display. It was Kyle again, and pleasure surged through her. She slid the bar across and read his text. " What are you wearing? "
She laughed out loud. Were they going to play this game? Could be fun. " Nothing. What are you wearing? "
" Don ' t give me a heart attack. Just need a visual. "
She looked down at her old, stained sleep shirt. No way . She had to lie. Or not. She looked down at her bare legs and had an evil idea. She slipped off her Sponge Bob slippers and knocked them to the floor. Her feet looked good. She ' d pampered and painted them the night before. She lifted her shirt to the tops of her thighs, crossed one bare leg over the other, and shot a picture of her legs from the top of her thighs to her pink painted toes.
She attached it the text and pressed the send button. And waited. And waited. And waited .
Finally, her phone vibrated and she grinned and opened the message. " You ' re going to pay for that in a big way. "
She laughed again. This was fun! " Aren ' t you going to return the favor? "
" Not now. Another. "
" Another what? "
" Send another picture. "
A sharp thrill of pleasure ran through her and landed in a pool of wet heat on her panties. He was so fine! " You want another picture? "
" Now, Monica. "
Oh. Wow. Okay. She thought for a moment. She ' d never sent anybody a naked picture of herself, and besides, they hadn ' t even slept with each other. Yet . No, she didn ' t have the nerve. And surely he didn ' t expect that? What would he like that she dared to do? Her breath came faster as she realized it was arousing her to think about this, to do this. She lifted up her shirt and glanced down at her torso. Her panties were pretty. Pink and lacy. But she didn ' t even think she could do that. Not before they knew each other intimately.
She leaned back, sucked in her stomach to make it appear more concave, held her shirt just under her breasts, and took a picture of her naked stomach down to where the top lace of her bikini panties were showing. She snapped four pictures, chose the best one, and before she could talk herself out of it, pressed the send button.
She bit her lip and waited. Her nerves shot up while she waited. That picture was okay, wasn ' t it? It was just her stomach. She showed her stomach all the time. At the pool. At the beach.
She didn ' t have long to wait. He texted back immediately. " That ' s good. You ' re gorgeous. Now I want the panties. "
She felt the blush spread across her cheeks and crawl down her chest. She texted him back " No way. "
" Yes. Now. "
" No. "
" I ' ll be home Friday. Things will be easier on you if you do what I say now. "
Oh my. That sounded like a threat. A sexual threat. An awesome, exciting, cream your panties sexual threat.
Monica slipped her panties off, jumped up and grabbed a wine glass and filled it with water for effect, arranged the items on the coffee table and snapped a picture.
She pressed send and waited.
" Very pretty but not what I meant. Are you drinking? "
" No. Just thought it would make a pretty picture. "
" Are those the same pair of pink panties that were next to your skin a minute ago? "
" Yes. "
" You still naked? "
" No. "
" You put them back on already? "
" Yes. "
" I want a picture of those panties on you. "
" No. "
" You. In. The. Panties. "
" No. "
" Monica. Babe. Now. "
Oh, God. This was the sexiest thing she ' d ever done. By far. Doing this
And now she had a chance at him! Finally.
She hugged the reality of the text exchange to herself for a few blissful minutes, then jumped up and began cleaning with a vengeance.
****
Monday night she ' d been home from her job at the bank for a few hours and was settling down to some chill time in front of the television when her phone went off again. Please, please, please.
She picked it up and read the display. It was Kyle again, and pleasure surged through her. She slid the bar across and read his text. " What are you wearing? "
She laughed out loud. Were they going to play this game? Could be fun. " Nothing. What are you wearing? "
" Don ' t give me a heart attack. Just need a visual. "
She looked down at her old, stained sleep shirt. No way . She had to lie. Or not. She looked down at her bare legs and had an evil idea. She slipped off her Sponge Bob slippers and knocked them to the floor. Her feet looked good. She ' d pampered and painted them the night before. She lifted her shirt to the tops of her thighs, crossed one bare leg over the other, and shot a picture of her legs from the top of her thighs to her pink painted toes.
She attached it the text and pressed the send button. And waited. And waited. And waited .
Finally, her phone vibrated and she grinned and opened the message. " You ' re going to pay for that in a big way. "
She laughed again. This was fun! " Aren ' t you going to return the favor? "
" Not now. Another. "
" Another what? "
" Send another picture. "
A sharp thrill of pleasure ran through her and landed in a pool of wet heat on her panties. He was so fine! " You want another picture? "
" Now, Monica. "
Oh. Wow. Okay. She thought for a moment. She ' d never sent anybody a naked picture of herself, and besides, they hadn ' t even slept with each other. Yet . No, she didn ' t have the nerve. And surely he didn ' t expect that? What would he like that she dared to do? Her breath came faster as she realized it was arousing her to think about this, to do this. She lifted up her shirt and glanced down at her torso. Her panties were pretty. Pink and lacy. But she didn ' t even think she could do that. Not before they knew each other intimately.
She leaned back, sucked in her stomach to make it appear more concave, held her shirt just under her breasts, and took a picture of her naked stomach down to where the top lace of her bikini panties were showing. She snapped four pictures, chose the best one, and before she could talk herself out of it, pressed the send button.
She bit her lip and waited. Her nerves shot up while she waited. That picture was okay, wasn ' t it? It was just her stomach. She showed her stomach all the time. At the pool. At the beach.
She didn ' t have long to wait. He texted back immediately. " That ' s good. You ' re gorgeous. Now I want the panties. "
She felt the blush spread across her cheeks and crawl down her chest. She texted him back " No way. "
" Yes. Now. "
" No. "
" I ' ll be home Friday. Things will be easier on you if you do what I say now. "
Oh my. That sounded like a threat. A sexual threat. An awesome, exciting, cream your panties sexual threat.
Monica slipped her panties off, jumped up and grabbed a wine glass and filled it with water for effect, arranged the items on the coffee table and snapped a picture.
She pressed send and waited.
" Very pretty but not what I meant. Are you drinking? "
" No. Just thought it would make a pretty picture. "
" Are those the same pair of pink panties that were next to your skin a minute ago? "
" Yes. "
" You still naked? "
" No. "
" You put them back on already? "
" Yes. "
" I want a picture of those panties on you. "
" No. "
" You. In. The. Panties. "
" No. "
" Monica. Babe. Now. "
Oh, God. This was the sexiest thing she ' d ever done. By far. Doing this
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