Twenty

Martha

Alex:

You could strip, let me see all of you.

I stared at the bold text in shock and arousal.

My face grew red the more I read and reread it, especially knowing that he was right outside, where he could easily see me if I decided to strip.

I bit my lip, contemplating what to do, even though ninety percent of my mind was leading to the positive.

I could ignore his text and brushed it aside as a joke, but the fact that he wants me, and is not shy to say it, and with how horny I am, I decided to oblige him.

I dropped my phone on the bed and stood to the side, giving Alex a little view to see me take my clothes off.

I slipped the silk shirt over my trembling form, my body shuddering with delight and anticipation.

As soon as I did that, my breasts were free, my nipples hardening under the cold, and also my arousal.

The bottoms were next, I swallowed, bending over to slip them off, feeling lightheaded with pleasure. He wasn’t even in the room with me, or remotely close to me, but