Texting from work

The fling with Jake had ignited something in me. I got to work that evening and he was there. I couldn't stop thinking about what had happened between us. We didn't talk about it but there was the odd touch that lingered or a glance that lasted just a little longer than necessary.

I was stood behind the bar texting Alex when Jake came up behind me, his hand resting lightly on my waist. His proximity made my heart race and I was instantly aroused.

"Jake..." I whispered, my breath catching in my throat. He pulled back slightly, meeting my eyes with a knowing smirk.

"Yes, Lily?" he replied teasingly.

I couldn't find the words to express what I was feeling, so I let out a small laugh instead. "You look good tonight" he whispered before flashing me a cocky grin. His eyes sparkled with mischief.

I smiled, almost accidently, before regaining my composure. I was trying to keep Alex distracted and I couldn't be distracted myself. Jake noticed my thoughtful look and asked, "What's on your mind?" His tone was genuinely curious. I hesitated for a moment, wondering whether I should share this. But I decided to trust him.

"I'm trying to smooth things over with Alex" I explained, testing the waters.

Jake's eyebrows raised in surprise. "Oh really?" he asked nonchalantly. "You guys okay?"

"I don't know," I admitted, shrugging. "But I can handle it."

Jake studied me carefully, his gaze lingering on mine. There was a certain intensity in his eyes that made me feel **** yet empowered. It was as if he understood me perfectly, saw straight through me.

"I know what you should do." Jake answered confidently.

I rolled my eyes, in all the time I'd known him, Jake had never had a serious girlfriend. He was a womaniser and I couldn't see him settling down for a good, long time.

"And what would you do?" I decided to play along.

"When a girl is angry at me, I just send them a picture of my big cock." He

joked, making a show of taking out his phone.

"That might work, but I prefer to use actual conversation," I retorted, giving him a mischievous grin.

"Well, if you need help, I'll be here," he said earnestly, his gaze holding mine.

He then leaned in closer, his warm breath tickling my ear. "Maybe some sexy texts would help, too," he murmured softly.

"If you send him a picture of your tight ass." He bit his lip, suggestively.

My cheeks reddened, but I couldn't deny the effectiveness of such a strategy. "Okay, but I'll only send him but I need your help," I looked at him seriously.

"Deal," he agreed, extending his hand and grabbing my phone. Before I had chance to react, he'd turned and started walking away. I chased after him trying to get it back, but he batted me off easily.

He walked into the ladies toilet and before I knew it we were in there, alone together.

"Jake, give me my phone back." I demanded, crossing my arms defiantly. He simply smirked, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

"I said I'd help." Without another work, he unzipped his fly and took out his semi-hard, yet still impressive, cock. I stood, frozen in place. He opened the camera and took a photo of it.

"That one's for you. Now lets do one for Alex." He gestured towards the stall. I started moving before I realised what I was doing. Jake had caught me off guard, and now my instincts were kicking in.

"Now what?" I asked as I stood awkwardly in the stall. He was stood watching me, slowly rubbing himself to hardness.

"Now sit down and open your legs." He ordered, a commanding tone in his voice. I obeyed without question, my heart pounding in my chest. He brought my phone up and pointed the camera at me.

"You're going to need to move them panties to the side" he instructed firmly. I obeyed again, lifting my skirt slightly to expose myself fully. The cool air caressed my skin, sending shivers down my spine.

"That's good, but you don't look wet enough yet. Try rubbing yourself"

he commanded, a slight edge to his voice. This was not how I imagined this scenario playing out, but somehow I found myself complying with his instructions.

Slowly, I began to touch myself, circling my fingers around my clit and pulling it gently. I glanced up at Jake, who watched intently, his eyes burning with desire. He stroked his cock in response to my movements, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of power seeing his reaction.

Slowly, I increased the pressure on my clit, rubbing it harder and faster until it felt like my entire body was humming with excitement. I glanced up at Jake again, seeing the look of hunger in his eyes. His hand a blur as he stroked his big cock.

"That's it, baby, just keep doing that." His voice was deep and husky, causing goosebumps to break out across my skin.

I couldn't help but moan as I continued to pleasure myself, feeling the heat rising within me. I couldn't take my eyes off his thick cock as he pumped it in his hand, his rhythm increasing with my own. I watched, mesmerized, as beads of sweat formed on his forehead and his breath became ragged. My fingers moved faster, seeking the release I craved.

Jake broke the spell, stepping forward and unleashing a torrent of cum across my bare legs. I lost myself as his hot cum coated my thighs, the sensation causing my orgasm to explode within me. Screaming out loud, I grasped onto the walls, my legs trembling underneath me. I heard Jake chuckle, his voice filled with amusement and satisfaction.

"We better take this picture." He teased, his tone heavy with lust. I used some toilet roll to clean my legs up and got back into position. "You definitely look wet enough now." Jake noted approvingly, his gaze running over my flushed face and damp crotch. My body tingled with the aftermath of our shared intimacy.

"Good job, Lily. You were amazing." Jake praised, his tone full of admiration.

I smiled, feeling a wave of confidence wash over me. "Thank you." I replied modestly, although inside I was bursting with pride.

We walked back out to the bar and I sent the picture over to Alex. It was a quiet night so our absence didn't seem to have being noticed. Jake and I continued playing around. About 30 minutes had passed and I hadn't heard back from Alex.

Jake leaned against the bar and observed me from the corner of his eye. His presence was both comforting and arousing, and I found myself getting lost in his gaze. "So, do you think he'll respond?" I asked, trying to sound casual.

"We could try another," Jake quipped, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

"I'm not going back into another bathroom with you Jake" I quipped back, a hint of amusement in my voice.

He laughed and shook his head, clearly enjoying the banter. "Alright, fair enough. Lets do one here." Jake suggested, looking around the bar.

It was quiet, but that was a crazy idea. "I'm not getting my pussy out behind the bar, Jake." I whispered, feeling slightly flustered.

He chuckled softly, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Don't worry, Just undo your shirt a little." Jake suggested reassuringly. He reached for my phone.

"Now sit here, we'll do this tastefully" He gestured for me to sit on one of the bar stools. I moved to the stool, sitting with my back to the few patrons who were in tonight. "Open your legs a little, just a tease." Jake directed. I hesitated for a moment, taking in the sight of him standing there, cocky and confident.

The way he looked at me made me feel so desired, and despite my initial ****, I obliged. I sat there, with my legs spread just wide enough to tantalize.

"Now undo your shirt a bit, lets show a bit of nipple." Jake instructed, his tone full of confidence. Despite my reservations, I followed his instruction, letting my shirt fall open just enough to expose a hint of nipple.

"And grab that glass, look casual" Jake suggested, pointing at an empty glass on the counter. As I picked it up, my heart raced. Jake began snapping pictures, capturing me with the glass in one hand and my exposed chest in the other.

"Perfect." Jake stated. I covered myself back up but there was a sexual tension now that hung heavily in the air. I wanted more of him, and I think he wanted more of me too. I couldn't help but glance at his bulging package.

James, the manager, came out from his office. "What are you two doing?" He said, frowning at us.

"Just working." Jake shrugged nonchalantly. James raised an eyebrow, sceptically before walking back into his office, grunting.

We went back to work. The end of the shift was approaching when I noticed a message from Alex. 'Who's taking these pictures?'. I panicked for a moment, trying to come up with a plausible excuse.

"What should I do?" I asked Jake quietly, my hands shaking slightly.

"Here" Jake replied confidently. He grabbed my phone and pulled me in close. "Smile" he instructed, wrapping his arm around my waist possessively. I smiled nervously, hoping my fear wasn't evident in my expression. "That's perfect." He declared, quickly typing a reply.

Before I could stop him, Jake typed back: 'Just my work bestie' I looked at him, mortified.

"Why did you say that?" I hissed, feeling my cheeks burn with embarrassment.

"He'll be fine," Jake said, a smirk playing on his lips. I groaned, there was no turning back now. "Hey, Lily, do you want a lift home?"