Texting from work

I sat on the sofa with a beer. It had been a hell of a day. Lily was at work and the jealousy was hammering my head. My cock was still hard from our encounter before she left and we still hadn't had a conversation about her and Jake.

Knowing she was probably working with him now was painful. I picked up my phone and began writing a text, I deleted it and started over. I repeated this process several times.

My heart ached with every deletion, every attempt to articulate my feelings only served to highlight my own helplessness. Eventually, I settled on a simple message: "Hey there, miss you already. Let's talk later?"

As I hit send, I could feel the familiar knot of anxiety forming in my stomach. What would she say? Would she even respond?

I tried to occupy myself with something else, but my mind kept wandering back to our earlier encounter. I couldn't help but wonder what she was doing right now.

Lily text back. It was another picture, this time she was sat in a toilet stall, legs open and holding her panties to the side to show off her wet pussy. "Loved our talk earlier," she wrote alongside the photo.

I unconsciously started rubbing my hardening cock. I couldn't help but fantasize about being with her right now, seeing that beautiful pussy in person.

I looked intently at the picture while rubbing my cock. It was clear how turned on she was, and I couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy. But, there was something a bit off about it. It was amazing, but I couldn't understand how she took it herself.

I got up and paced around the room, trying to calm myself down. Suddenly, my phone pinged. Lily had sent me another message. It was another picture, and my heart skipped a beat when I saw what was in it.

This time, Lily was sitting on a bar stool, with people all around. Her skirt has ridden up high, showing off her black lace panties. One hand was wrapped holding a glass and the other cupped her breast playing with her nipple.

"Who's taking these?" I messaged back. They were hot, but I couldn't shake the jealousy. I continued to pump my cock regardless. Stopping every few strokes to stop from cumming immediately.

Then another picture followed. This was an innocent enough looking one. Just a selfie her and Jake smiling, he had his arm around her, "just my work bestie," she wrote underneath.

The image of her and Jake in the toilet stall flashed behind my eyelids. It was too much, too quickly. I tried to calm myself down, taking slow, steady breaths.

But it was no use, the image of Jake fucking my Lily made me cum hard in my hand. I felt sick thinking about them together and even worse knowing he was with her now.

I sat on the sofa feeling defeated, my cock still hard, reminding me of my pathetic existence.

It was a while before her next message, I'd sent a couple but I didn't want to be too pushy. I knew how busy her work got on a weekend. I decided to call it a night.