Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 61576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 308(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
She looks absolutely stunning in lace black panties with a matching bra, and a pair of stockings and a garter belt along with it.
I’m instantly hard and salivating. She took this for me. There’s no question about that.
She took this for me, and she sent it to my number, which she must have got from one of the guys at work, probably Ryan. That’s a lot of effort to go through, and that turns me on even more.
There are so many things I could text back right now, but I settle on something simple:
Goddamn with a fire emoji.
Her response comes almost immediately.
You like it?
I have to chuckle. As if I couldn’t.
I’d like it eve better in person ;)
Again, her response is almost instant.
Will you be around tonight? Or will you be in a certain pop-star’s hotel room?
That one gets me laughing. Sadie’s not just sexy; she’s a little spitfire too.
Well, I was going to be, but then you texted me…
That’ll get her. I can just picture her now, grinning at her phone, biting her lower lip and making that sexy face she makes when she’s excited.
I get off in an hour. Help me…get off? ;)
There’s a tongue and squirt emoji beside her message that only excites me more.
Bet your sweet ass I will. You know where to find me.
There’s a longer pause than between our last messages. I stare at my phone and start to wonder if she’s going to even reply at all.
Maybe something happened at work or something? But then I realize what the delay was all about.
A picture message comes through—Sadie’s spectacular ass and thighs from behind, framed by her panties and garter belt. There’s a moist patch on her panties too. She’s already turned on, just like I am.
“Fuck,” I mutter, typing furiously.
And I have to wait an hour for that?
I unbutton my pants and shift my position on the couch. I might just change into sweatpants now. My erection is making it really uncomfortable to sit like this.
Hey, so do I. You think I want to be here right now? She texts back. I laugh.
Well, hurry your sexy ass up, I write back. Because I am ready.
If I could make time move any quicker I would! I’ve had a shit night!
I chuckle, get up from the couch, and go change into sweatpants, relieving some of the tension. Still, the discomfort I’m feeling knowing that I’m going to have to wait an hour for Sadie while being this horny for her isn’t going to go away, that’s for sure.
I go back to her photos that she sent me and look at them. Goddamn she’s sexy. And she took these just for me too. And after having a shit night at work, her first thought was to come see me.
My plan is already working, and she doesn’t even realize it yet.
I look around the house and realize that despite the unpacking that’s been done, the place is still pretty much a mess. I’ve got a lot to do in the hour before she gets here. Even if she thinks what we’re doing is something casual and her expectations are low, I’m going to make sure it’s a house that makes her feel comfortable and safe where she’d want to come back to and hang out even if she wasn’t getting laid.
So I go to work on the living room first and move all the semi-unpacked boxes into the garage, but not before getting the coffee table setup with some books on it. I even arrange a couple of candles that I’m not sure exactly where they came from originally.
I get most of my books into the built-in bookshelves, and with one of my carpets already laid out, the room looks pretty decent once I’m finished.
Not bad, Jake. Not bad.
I lay out another area rug in the hallway and finish getting my bedroom set up. When Sadie was here, the house was basically just barely livable. I hadn’t set up my bedside table or hung any of my wall art. I have no idea what Sadie will think of any of it, but it’s better than the room looking like a prison cell.
Once I’m finished, I sweep up, put any miscellaneous items in the garage with the rest of the boxes, and head to the bathroom to shower off the sweat.
Thank God my hard-on went down most of the way while I was doing all that, or I don’t think I would have been able to get anything done. But as I wash my body, I can’t help but think about the first night I basically spied on Sadie.
Those images of her coming out of her bathroom come creeping back into my mind…
Next, the photos she sent me are right there too, and my cock has grown to full-size again and I’m just as fired up as I was back down on the couch when we were texting.