The First Message

Silke sat relaxed on the bed, wearing only an old, oversized T-shirt and a pair of panties. A series was playing in the background, but she wasn’t really watching. Jonas had been on a road trip for two days and had told her beforehand that he was leaving his phone at home. That was normal for him. She had already gotten used to him sometimes going completely offline. That’s why she was genuinely surprised when a message from him suddenly popped up.

The reply came a little delayed. And it sounded different than usual.

Silke read the message twice. Emergency? She typed back, curious.

A few seconds passed, then a longer message arrived. It was obvious he’d been drinking.

Silke stared at the screen. Her heart suddenly beat faster. Jonas had never written to her so directly and filthy before. Never. She felt her body growing warm. A soft tingling between her legs.

She stood up and walked over to the large mirror on the closet door. The old white T-shirt she was wearing was thin and soft. She slowly pulled it off and let it fall to the floor. Underneath she wore nothing.

Silke looked at herself in the mirror.

She was 22, with shoulder-length, slightly wavy dark-blonde hair that now fell tousled over her shoulders. Her skin was fair, with a few freckles across her chest and shoulders. Her tits weren’t huge, but nicely round and firm, with a soft, natural bounce. Her nipples were small and already slightly stiff. She had a narrow waist and a soft, gently curvy figure.

She picked up her phone and started taking pictures.

First photo:

She stood facing the mirror straight on, holding the phone a little lower. Her tits were completely visible, nipples already perked up. She looked directly into the camera, mouth slightly open. The warm light highlighted the soft curves of her breasts.

Second photo:

She turned slightly to the side, raised both arms above her head and stretched. Her tits lifted and firmed up nicely. She looked back over her shoulder into the mirror, her expression a little uncertain but clearly excited.

Third photo:

She slid her hands underneath her tits from below, lifted them and pressed them together. Her nipples now pointed straight forward. She bit her lower lip while taking the shot. It already looked a little sluttier.

Fourth photo:

She leaned forward a bit, letting her tits hang down heavy and full. She looked down into the camera from above, her hair falling into her face. This one felt especially intimate and dirty.

Fifth photo:

Finally she pinched her nipples lightly and pulled on them. Her lips were parted, her eyes glassy. She had really gotten into it now. This was the dirtiest picture of them all.

Silke looked at the five photos one more time. Her heart was pounding. She had never taken so many pictures of herself like this. Never been so open. She selected all five and sent them at once.

It didn’t even take ten seconds for Jonas to reply.

Silke sat back down on the bed. Her nipples were still hard. Between her legs she could clearly feel how wet her panties had already gotten. She read his message again and bit her lip.

She had never seen Jonas like this before. Never so dirty, so demanding, so turned on by her. And it was getting her off. Really getting her off.

She typed back slowly.

Silke stared at the message and felt a warm, excited flutter rise in her stomach.

“What the hell has gotten into you, Jonas…”, she whispered.

But deep down she already knew:

She wanted to see how far he would go.

And she wanted to go there with him.