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A minute passed with no reply.
He’d seen the shot, the read receipt told me, but he didn’t come back with anything immediately.
Boobs out, I sat there, waiting.
Instead of feeling ridiculous, I could only picture what he was doing next door. If he wasn’t texting, his hands were occupied.
I reclined on my new blanket, letting my imagination conjure the scene. He’d be completely naked, of course, and probably kneeling on the floor. His huge dick would be throbbing, as hard as possible with the thick vein running down it. I let my mindlinger on his girth and on the precum that leaked out. He jerked his hand up and down his impressive length, his knees wide and his head tipped back in pleasure.
I slid my hand over my breasts, my palm skating over my nipple. I toyed with myself, pinching like he’d done in the times we’d fooled around, and then I let my fingers keep going down to my waistband.
All afternoon, I’d been turned on by him.
He was right next door, hard for me. I couldn’t let that slide.
Sneaking my hand into my waistband, and then my underwear, I touched myself between the legs, my fingers wet.
My phone chimed with a text, and I yanked my hand back, panting.
Valentine: This work?
A photo followed. Him, mostly naked so I got a glimpse of rippling abs, and the tube that had come with my kit at his groin.
Oh God. My heart missed several beats. He was hard in that tube from me.
In a rush, I stripped the rest of my clothes and scooted up the bed, staring at the picture. I couldn’t see anything, not really, but I knew it was there, and it was obscenely erotic all the same.
Returning my hand to my clit, I got my fingers wet then rubbed.
Another message landed.
Valentine: Answer needed.
I tapped out a reply with my left hand.
Mia: So good.
Valentine: What are you doing next door?
Mia: Never you mind.
Valentine: I’m going to need another shot.
He didn’t say why, but there was implied urgency in his words, and the threat of him going soft and ruining the model shot panic through me.
Valentine: Nipples. You touching them.
I took my camera, moving my hand from the juncture of my legs to my breast, and I held myself, my finger and thumb pinching my nipple.
This time, it was easier to take the shot and send it. I was in the zone, and I already knew he’d like it.
Valentine: Fuck, little spy. Your fingers are wet.
Mia: You got me hot and bothered.
Valentine: Shite. No more messages for the next ten minutes or I’m going to mess this up.
I returned to working myself, imagining him holding his erection in that tube and trying not to come. In reverse action, I was speeding up, aiming to reach climax before he was done.
