Take a look

You can't help yourself. Besides, you think, Emma's phone will probably be locked and after your unsuccessful attempt to get in you'll put it delicately back in her handbag and go back to imagining what's happening in the ladies room right now. After all, who doesn't lock their phone?

Someone excited at the prospect of getting caught in things, apparently.

Once you're in and scrolling around, Emma's phone looks like most everyone else's. But you know where you want to look. Where else? The photos app.

And your nosiness is rewarded. Your heart thumps in your chest. You know you're about to see things you will never unsee. And your attention is immediately drawn toward three photo albums.

The first is titled: "My accomplishments"

You open it up. Right off the bat are the photos you took of Emma in the adult store. And then after that, lots and lots more photos of Emma exposing herself in public. There's one of her flashing in what looks like downtown LA. One of her flashing at some awards show. Several of her in places you don't recognize. A couple on what looks like the set of Harry Potter. Your cock, as hard a sit is, twitches at the sight of all these photos, pages upon pages, of Emma smiling and exposing herself.

But it's time to move onto the next album, titled: "My Fanny."

And it contains pages and pages of pictures of pussy close-ups. All legs spread. Some with an index finger and thumb spreading lips wide apart. Some bald. Some with a patch of light brown hair, just like that on Emma's head. You take a deep breath and shake your head. You're staring at Emma's glistening twat, picture after picture after picture. Is it possible, you wonder, that she could be any more unexpectedly naughty?

You move onto the third album, titled: "Other Fannies"

And there you see dozens more close-up pussy shots. But these don't belong to Emma. And each is curiously labelled. There's one with a dark black bush "JC", one with a trim blonde bush "LM", one with fresh red stubble "BW", lots of shaved pictures with endless random labels, "CJ, TF, MW, EL, NT..." and on and on and on. All spread wide. All glistening. You wonder who they could be? They could belong to anyone.

"Like what you see?" You hear Emma's voice approaching behind you. But as you glance up at her, you're not sure if she's referring to the endless twat photos or the sight of her sitting back down across from you, her mouth and chin glistening with wetness.

You smile. You've reached as complete and logical acceptance that all this is really happening, as is possible - which is to say, incredulous disbelief. You do your best to speak, although this whole situation continues to overwhelm you. "You know, I thought I was giving you a challenge with the waitress. But it turns out you know your way around women." You toss the phone back down in front of her.

"Now c'mon" She says licking her lips. "I didn't eat out all of those twats." She's very satisfied with herself.

"No?" you ask.

"No. Bonnie wanted me to eat out her arsehole instead. So there."

Bonnie, you think, it can't be. Are these all co-stars? You chuckle. "I assume you're wearing our waitress's panties?"

"Of course" A big smile. You expect she's going to take a napkin and wipe clean the juices from her chin. But she doesn't. Perhaps having them visible increases the likelihood that she gets caught, and that's turning her on.

"And you asked me if I was mad. I think you might be the one who's mad." You say playfully.

"I'm not mad. I just know what I want." Emma says "And I think I know what you want too."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yes. You want details." Emma lifts a wet finger to her lips and sucks on it.

She's right.