Send me a picture of you.
Isabel
I can’t. I’m at work
Manny
I didn’t say it had to be a dirty one. Just send me a pic of you in your work outfit.
My face flushes, and I look around the break room before sneaking to the bathroom. I go into the stall and take a selfie of myself. But it’s all wrong. The lighting is off, and my face is flushed. It’s not the way I want him to see me. There was a way I could send him a picture, though, and eliminate my face altogether. Something he had mentioned.A dirty one.
There’s something about sendinghim something a little more X-rated that excites me. Something about him that made me want to do this. To know that he found me desirable. Irresistible even. I take off my scrub top and hang it on the hook in front of me. I decide to keep the bra on until I can get professional nude taking advice from Maricela. It’s nothing too crazy, a lace black bra, but I’m still nervous about what he’ll say. I press the send button before I can regret it and put my shirt back on.
Manny
Fuck.
I’m so hard right now.
Damn. Las extraño.
My face flushes as I read all the messages coming in. I panic when his caller ID flashes as an incoming call on the screen. I ignore it.
Isabel
I’m at work.
The next message is a picture of him. Of his dick. I almost drop the phone at the sight. This was the first time I received a dick pic. I had seen lots of Maricela’s stash of dick pics, but this was all mine.
Isabel
What the fuck, Manny.
Manny
Go back into the bathroom stall. Please, I want you to watch me.
Watch him? I had no idea what that even meant. How do you just watch someone? He calls again, and I ignore it. My nerves building. An anxious feeling but yet this flood of anticipation is building in my belly.
Manny
Don’t be shy, Isa. Answer.
Isabel
What do you mean, watch you? What am I supposed to do?
Manny
You can turn off the sound. Just watch me. Please, it turns me on.
This time, when he calls, my sexual curiosity has piqued, and I shove down my anxiety to answer. I shut off the front-facing camera. I don’t know where to look, and I swallow an imaginary lump in my throat when my eyes make contact with his penis on the screen, and his hand stroking himself gently.
The heat arising in me has me flustered, but I can’t stop watching. It’s this need to replace his hand with mine that I find myself squeezing my thighs together. His pace picks up, and my heartbeat matches his fast strokes. The camera zooms in and cum erupts from his engorged head. I hang up immediately after his release.
I wash my hands and return to work. But I can’t focus for the rest of the day. Watching him felt dirty but tempting, and I spend the whole day contemplating the way watching him made me feel before I just settle on the fact that I liked it. I don’t know why. I don’t know if this a a new kink of mine. But I liked it. In fact, it was now my motivation for my workday, like an after-work snack you know is waiting for you. Only I wanted to do some real nasty shit with my after-work snack.
I roll over to see the sun shining through the window, and panic sets in. I’d snuck through Manny’s window since Junior was staying with him this weekend. It was becoming increasingly difficult to remain discreet.
