She sends him a nude pic

“Alright, bitch, come on!” she muttered to herself before she reached down with her free hand, grabbed the hem of her sweatshirt and pulled it up.

Her heartrate quickened and she felt a rush of adrenaline as she exposed herself in front of her own mirror. Her braless breasts jiggled slightly as they were freed from their confines, and her hazel-colored nipples immediately puckered up and hardened in the cool air of the room. For a moment, she hesitated. Cocking her head, she angled and arched her torso, watching her soft, round breasts. While she was in her early forties, she definitely still had it! Larger and softer than in her twenties, she was still plenty firm, the jiggle they had to them was simply more pronounced. Letting go of her shirt, she grabbed a hold of the left one, lifting and squeezing it. She watched as her fingers dug into the malleable flesh, going to the edge of pain.

She had never sent a man nude pictures with the intent to show off. Back in the day she had stupidly taken a few pictures during her pregnancy that had incidentally shown her breasts. She had been hacked, the pictures were leaked and caused some real embarrassment, but it had been obvious from the framing that they weren’t intended to rile someone up, which had been a source of solace.

This time it was different. She’d sent a man nudes of her. A man that wasn’t even her husband. And she would send them to convince him to give her a role in his movie. She blushed, shocked by the debauchery of it all, still utterly unconvinced of what she was doing. This wasn’t a breach of her principles; this was the abandonment of them.

Before she could think about that any further and possibly rethink her decision, she moved. Her hand was shaking as she lifted her phone and pulled up the camera and her lips quivered as she carefully selected the right frame. Making sure to capture herself from just below her chin to just above her navel, she captured a perfect shot of her bare tits and quickly sent it.

Seeing the two check marks appear, she blinked. Feeling like she was just waking up from a dream, her eyes widened as she was gripped by a sudden onset of panic. What the fuck had she done?! Had she lost her mind? She had just taken a picture of her naked tits, which was stupid enough, but then she had sent it to a man that wasn’t her husband. Her heart raced, feeling like it was about to jump from her chest as she felt anxiety overwhelm her. Why did she do that? This was such a betrayal of the person she was, the person she had preserved herself through almost two decades of Hollywood.

Just as she was in the beginning of a freakout she received a new message from Sean.

“Maybe I was wrong about you…”

She blinked as she read the message once, then again. Her mouth opened and her mind raced and she didn’t know what to do when the three dots appeared again, quickly followed by a new text from Sean.

“I guess I should reconsider you for the role then ;)”

Her heart almost leapt from her chest with a sudden rush of hope, adrenaline and endorphins surging through her body. Her fingers shook so hard she almost dropped her phone as she typed out her reply. “YES! You definitely should!”

Sending this, Jessica took a deep breath, overwhelmed by the occasion. The utter dread and regret she had felt before were blown away by a giddy excitement. She was back in the game, there was hope for her yet.

Slowly blowing out air through pursed lips to calm herself down a little, she formulated her next message. “Should we meet up tomorrow?”