The First Video

It was just after nine in the evening when Silke lay back on the bed again. Yesterday she had sent the five pictures of her tits and read Jonas’s horny replies until she fell asleep. She had dreamed about it the whole night. Today she had been restless and lightly aroused all day, constantly thinking about his messages.

Now the phone vibrated again.

Silke read the message and immediately felt her body react. Her heart beat faster. She bit her lower lip and wrote back.

Silke hesitated for a moment. Then she stood up, slipped off her panties and sat down with her legs spread on the chair in front of the mirror. She lifted the phone and took a photo.

She spread her pussy lips with two fingers and held the phone close. You could clearly see how wet she already was. Her lips glistened, and a thin string of arousal stretched between them. She took two pictures — one with her fingers holding herself open and one where she only gently pulled the lips apart so the entrance was visible.

She looked at the photos for a second. It was the first time she had ever taken such direct, wet pictures of her pussy. Her face felt hot, but at the same time she grew even wetter.

She sent both.

Silke breathed faster. She could practically feel how turned on he was. She imagined him lying in the hotel room, cock in his hand, staring at her pictures. Slowly she pushed one finger inside herself, took a new photo and sent it.

Silke hesitated. A video? That was already a much bigger step than yesterday. But his directness was turning her on more and more. She set the phone up so her pussy was clearly visible, pressed record and slowly pushed two fingers inside. You could clearly hear how wet she was. A soft moan escaped her even though she hadn’t meant to. Then she stopped the short video and sent it.

Silke read the message and felt heat rise to her cheeks. She had never been spoken to like this before — so raw and hungry. And it was making her lose her mind.

She typed slowly.

Silke put the phone away and stared at the ceiling. Her panties were still lying somewhere on the floor. Between her legs she was still wet. She pressed her thighs together and felt her throbbing clit.