Get bold

After the shower I stood in front of the mirror, towel low around my hips, and looked at myself for a long moment.

No one had freaked out about the accidental story.

If anything, the reactions had been the opposite — flirty, teasing, even encouraging. Girls were messaging me, sending photos back, clearly turned on by it. Even the more unexpected ones (school friends, my sister’s friend) hadn’t said anything negative.

Something in me shifted.

I got bold.

I dropped the towel, picked up my phone, and took a new photo. This one wasn’t fully explicit like last night’s shower video, but it was definitely suggestive. I was standing side-on, towel barely hanging on, one hand gripping the bulge in the front, the outline of my cock clearly visible through the thin fabric. My abs and V-line were on full display, water still on my skin. I looked straight at the camera with a slight smirk.

I didn’t send it privately.

I posted it straight to my Snapchat Story.

Caption: “Monday motivation”

Then I locked my phone, got dressed for work, and tried to act normal as I headed out.

The whole drive to work my phone kept buzzing in the cup holder. I didn’t check it until I parked.

When I finally opened Snapchat, the new story already had a decent number of views. And the replies were already rolling in.

The goth girl had sent something almost immediately.

Her: “Oh we’re doing this now? Careful baby, you’re gonna make Mommy come find you at work.”

Alice had replied too.

Alice: “Someone’s feeling brave this morning I like it.”

There were others — from the school girls, one of the overseas ones, even a new message from my sister’s friend.

I sat in the car for a minute, cock already starting to swell again in my work pants as I read through them.

No one had told me to stop.

If anything, they seemed to want more.