Michelle touches base

The following morning, as you woke with a massive erection, you pulled out your phone, intending on rubbing one out to some of those pics your sister had posted to the vore fetish site. Instead, you found a message from someone who wasn’t our friend.

Checking it out, I see you found a message from Michelle. “Your sister told me you were worried she was trying to set you up tomorrow night.” The message had been sent at about 11 the night before. “I hope this alleviates your concern.”

What followed was an image of Michelle, only in underwear. It was covering, but her large breasts were at risk of overflowing. “Play your cards right, and maybe you can see what’s concealed.”

“Damn!” you replied, “Sending a message like that when you know nothing about me and haven’t even seen a pic of me other than what’s on Facebook?”

As you got out of bed your phone dinged, “Dani sent me some pics of you, they tell me a lot, but not something in particular I want to know about?” An eggplant emoji followed it.

“You show me yours, and I’ll show you mine,” you replied.

It only took about a minute before you got another image, a selfie taken in the mirror, panties but no bra, her arms covering her nipples.

You knew you had nothing to be ashamed of, so you stood in front of your mirror and took a similar picture, with one hand covering your junk, but unable to cover all of it and sent it to her.

A moment later, you got a reply, “I think you need two hands to hide that tasty piece of meat,” it said.

You felt another jolt of sick arousal; you knew what she was suggesting, but she didn’t know that you knew that. “Tell you what, if we hit it off tonight, my hands will be busy elsewhere,” you replied.

A few moments passed, “You going to leave your sister out at a bar alone and take me home just to try and fuck me?” it asked.

“I never said it would be tonight,” you replied.

There was a long period of her typing, and you got the impression she was typing, deleting, and typing again. After a few minutes, she replied, “You still live with your folks?”

“Unfortunately, no joy there, but I’m sure we can find opportunities.”

There was another long delay, “I’m not one to fuck in the backseat of a car if that is what you are thinking,” she said.

“Do you live with your folks?” you asked.

Another long delay, “No, but that would leave your sister alone.”

“We will figure something out. If we feel the need,” you said.

You got a reply quickly, “I feel a need, the question is if you can fill it.”

“One hand can’t cover it, so do you think I can fill it?” you asked.

“My, you are cheeky,” the reply came. “God, I hope you can handle it, but I’m keen. Don’t disappoint.”

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