Move over to the guest bed- and bathroom

John thought frantically. Was he really going to let go of his privacy here for a blonde he did not even no so well? After all, this whole day had shown him she was quite the unexpected surprise. But deep inside him the nerves were brewing and he felt like he was just too curious about seeing more of her, more than he had already seen before.

• OK, hold on! -

He texted.
A happy smiley came in return, as John lept of the couch. He carefully sneaked across the downstairs hallway, hoping that he would not make a single sound to alert his wife who was right now getting ready for bed upstairs. His target was the guest bedroom, or rather the adjoining bathroom, which was on the far end of the house on the ground floor. After all, every self-respecting selfie maker knew you have to make this pictures in front of a bathroom mirror. At least, that much is what John actually knew and had seen before. As he stood there in front of the mirror, he suddenly had no clue what to do next. He felt almost compelled to match the opening bid that Sarah had placed, but still also felt quite ashamed to just do so. Not ashamed about his body; luckily John had taken care of that continuously. However, he did feel once again ashamed that a married man could go so far to please a way to young girl he barely knew.

• Well? -

She sent over.

• It is coming, hold on! -

He frantically made a decision, pulled out the shirt from his jeans and unbuttoned it. His chest was now showing in between and for a moment he checked all the boxes in his mind. A quick joustle through his hair made it look a bit more casual and before long her raised his arm to snap a picture of himself in the mirror. His heart raced a hundred miles an hour waiting for her response after sending.

• Wow, John. Not bad. A very fashion-like shot, but... -

His eyebrow raised in anticipation for what would follow the but.

• IT IS A BIT DULL!!!-
• Come on, I am practically naked here for you and you send me an unbuttoned shirt? Can you not do better than that? Loose the shirt, loose the pants and THEN I will speak with you again -

John could not help to feel a bit offended. Who was she to demand such things from him, especially since he was following her instructions. But her jab had definitely hit him right where it had hurt and now even more he wanted to match her offerings.
With a sigh he threw his shirt on the ground and loosened his pants. For a moment he held the top in his hands, for a final deliberation. Then he lowered them completely and kicked them aside. All the excitement had given him a slight semi in his grey boxer, a feat he more than willingly excepted for the picture. With an audible click another snapshot was made. Now the tensions rose even more as he waited for her response.

• Damn, John. You look so delicious... I really am at the wrong place right now... -
• You wanted to be here then? Spend some quality time with my wife perhaps? -

She responded quite quickly.

• Do not be an idiot, moron. There are hotels in you area... I checked. -
• Yes, I would have indeed recommended you to go to a hotel rather than Hammond his place... -
• Only if you would have been there as well. -
• Come on, Sarah. That is just wrong! -
• There is nothing wrong about me wanting to pull those boxers of you and enjoy your sweet stick. -

John sighed and moved out of the bathroom. He switched on a light and threw himself on the bed.

• So, satisfied? -

He asked.

• Of course not, -

Came in return.

• I just said I want those boxers to come off... But since I cannot do it, you will have to do it yourself. -

He chuckled at first, but was a bit puzzled nonetheless. Would he actually do that?
His phone gave a different sound and suddenly there was a new screen up.

• Sarah is inviting you for a video call -

Like never before John his head was now exploding. The screen before him acted like a time-bomb, prompting him to respond in due time. Would he switch on the camera or not? It sure felt like a new breach into his privacy, but the offer of seeing the young girl moving about almost naked was too much to pass.
He swiped the screen to accept the call. As the screen flipped on, he could see she had placed the phone on a ledge and was sitting down next to the sink. Her right leg was up on the furniture, her legs apart. For maximum shock effect, she had placed her hand on her breast and was absent-minded stroking it. She whispered softly, as to no wake up Hammond in the other part of the house.

"So big boy. When do I get to see what is underneath that grey fabric wrapping? I will make it up to you. I swear!"

Her hand went down to the waistband of her lacy panties, slightly pulling it of her skin with her finger. John smiled, put down his phone on the headboard of the bed so that it was aimed directly at him and placed his thumbs under the waistband of his boxer.