Shane: We’ll do this on a points system. For me to get the journals, you need to get to ten.
Natalie: How do I know how many points I get per picture?
Shane: That’s for me to decide. And WHERE ARE YOU?
Natalie: Don’t worry about it.
Shane: But I am worried.
Natalie: I told you, I’m on a walk. But here’s a picture of where tonight’s dress does NOT cover me I took before I left.
A selfie came through of just her legs, from the mid-thigh down. My cock twitched. Jesus. I immediately flashed back to how I’d felt when she wrapped those legs around me on her kitchen counter.
Shane: I’ll give you +2 on that. Also how the fuck are you out walking in a dress that doesn’t cover your Floridian legs? Natalie: a measly 2?? You suck. And I’ve adjusted to the cold, thank you.
Shane: 2 down 8 to go. Better make it good.
I took off my jeans and waited for her to send another one, while I wondered where the hell she could be, and why she wouldn’t just tell me. I pulled up the picture once more, and as I stared at it I felt my erection grow as I thought about getting in the shower.
The next picture she sent me was of her pulling her skirt up to her waist so that you could see just the slightest bit of her panties.
They seemed to be the same black panties I’d just found in my room. I squinted. Where was she in this pic? She’d darkened the lighting, so it was difficult to see exactly where. But she had the panties on, so clearly she’d taken this one previously.
Shane: Not bad. +4. 6/10
I couldn’t help getting so turned on from the picture I peeled my briefs down and started pumping my fist up and down on my cock, wondering what it would be like to feel her tight warm body pressed up against me.
Natalie: What does this get me?
The next picture she sent was taken from over her shoulder. She’d lifted her skirt up above her ass, and her hair was hanging over her head in such a way that I couldn’t know it was her for sure. If I hadn’t already memorized the pattern on her panties.
My breath shortened and I set my phone back down. The picture had me rock hard, now, and she didn’t even know it.
I pumped the length of my cock and let the pleasure sear into me. Natalie’s pretty, sandy blond hair popped into my mind and I couldn’t get her out.
“Fuck yeah, Natalie,” I groaned. “Fuck yes.”
My phone buzzed again and I picked it up with my free hand.
Natalie: So you’re enjoying it, I take it?
My breath got shallow, and I could feel my heart pounding vigorously. She had no clue what she was doing to me, that she had this ability to make me go wild like this, even just over text.
“Like it?” I growled out loud, to no one. “I want to pound you so hard, so deep, so long, you won’t know what to think.”
My orgasm was building, and just then though, I heard the faintest of noises, like a pet animal moan or something, coming from my shower.
My shower?
I paused my fantasy, walked to the far end of the bathroom, pulse racing furiously.
The walk was a little awkward considering the massive erection I had dangling between my legs, but this noise was too loud not to investigate.
Could some outdoor animal have sought shelter from the tonight’s blizzard?
I ripped the curtain open, and my mouth fell agape when I saw Natalie lying back, in a red dress, with her phone.
“Florida, what the fuck?”
Her face turned beet red, and her eyes fell straight on my cock.
“Oh my God! I’m so sorry!” she yelled, closing her eyes.
My mind raced as I tried to put everything together.
She’d been texting me...while hanging out in my shower.
She’d been watching me.
“Stand up,” I said.
She did. She could sense the seriousness in my voice.
“Tell me what the fuck you were doing hiding in here, and tell me why you were lying to me,” I bellowed, then put a hand on her hip.
“Jesus,” she said, glancing down at my cock and then back up at me, trying to hold eye contact.
“My eyes are up here,” I said, searing into her.
“I know,” she cleared her throat. “You want the truth?”
I could feel every muscle in my body tense. “Were you, or were you not, fucking some other guy in my bed?”
“God, no!”
I raised an eyebrow and held up the panties in one hand.
“I swear I can explain. This all makes sense in my head.” She squinted, and swallowed. “My question is, what were you doing?”
“Oh please. Isn’t that obvious?” I smirked, glancing down at my still hard cock. Leaning toward her, I bit her earlobe and whispered. “I was imagining all the ways I would take you. You little fucking voyeur.”
Her breath got shallow. “Can you show me?” She whispered.
“You want me to fuck you, Florida?”
“Yes. Please.”
I ran my hand over her smooth red dress, along her side. “Are you always this polite?”
She shook her head. “Only with you.”
14
Natalie
HE LED me by the hand into his bedroom. I’d almost had a heart attack in his shower, hiding from him. Part of me wanted to just jump out and say ‘surprise!’ at first.
But as he took off his clothes, and started looking at the pictures I sent him, I found I was enjoying watching him, listening to him, when he didn’t know he was being watched.
“So where did you take those selfies? Obviously they had panties in them. And I had them in my hand as you were sending the pictures to me.”
“I took them beforehand in the other room.”
“I see.”
My jaw had dropped as I peeked one eye around the shower curtain to see Shane grip his cock, looking at the photo of me that I had just sent him, and I couldn’t help the moan that escaped my mouth. There was something purely erotic about watching him lust over me like that.
“What are we going to to?” I asked him.
“What do you want to do?”
“Whatever you want to do,” I told him.
“So, everything?” he smiled.
“Yes,” I nodded.
The word yes came out of me before I realized the full significance of it. Shane certainly didn’t know I was a virgin, and I didn’t feel I needed to tell him. Fuck it, I thought. I’d never been as attracted to a man as this moment. And the up-and-down emotions of the past week had left me wanting to know what it would be like to be with a man.
My heart fluttered as he pulled my body into him and kissed me. My stomach was in knots every time he touched me, and right now my insides were flipping like crazy.
Letting go, he laid across his bed, in the same spot where I had gotten off to thoughts of him. “Strip, Florida,” he smiled.
My eyes widened. “Really?”
“Here. I’ll put on some music.”
Using his phone, he put on the Britney Spears song “Oops I did it again.”
I laughed, and he dimmed his lights some, which made me feel better about getting totally naked in front of this man.
I shimmed my dress down and let it bunch below my waist like a short skirt, revealing my breasts.