I crack up and shake my head, slipping my arm back into the sleeve.
Me
now you send me one
CC95
you have got to be out of your mind
I figured I’d get that kind of response. I stare for a few seconds and am about to leave the bathroom stall when a picture pops up in our text chain.
Jesus fucking Christ.
It’s the same view as what I sent her, but of her curvy body lying on her bed. She’s wearing a plain bra, thicker than the one she wore the other night so I can’t see her nipples, but it’s pushing up her tits so they spill over the top. My hand clenches on my phone.
Fuuuck.
Her thumb is hooked in the waistband of her sweatpants, pushing them down enough to give me a full view of the phoenix tattoo I already saw the other night in my cabin. Her long hair lays flat down her side on the bright pink comforter. I bite my lip so hard I taste blood. This is fucking hot.
I immediately screenshot the picture just before it disappears. I shouldn’t be able to do that, but I disabled the screenshot blocking feature of Gone with little trouble.
CC95
but you’ve already have seen my tattoo when you FUCKING UNDRESSED ME last weekend
Me
I don’t know what you’re talking about
Callie sends five eye-roll emojis. I snort. So she’s thinking about that too. I decide to push my luck.
Me
have any more? Tattoos? Or pictures?
CC95
nope
So she’s not mad? Noted.
I open the saved image and let my eyes feast on her while I adjust my half-hard cock in my jeans.
I want more of her, so I click through to the app that connects to the camera in her bedroom. It comes into focus, and I groan before remembering I’m in a public bathroom. She’s on her bed with her shirt still pulled up over her breasts, and as I watch, she pushes her sweatpants down so they’re bunched up around her knees.
“Fuuuuck,” I whisper as she slides her hand down her belly and into her underwear. I moan and reach down for my cock, pulling it once hard, which doesn’t help at all. I shouldn’t be watching this, and definitely not in this bar bathroom. I really, really should close the app, but now she’s got her whole hand moving on her pussy, and she’s arching her back and grinding against her fingers. I put my fist in my mouth and bite down.
I want to hear her noises, smell her desire. I want it to be my finger inside her, my tongue, my cock.
Am I going to fully jack off in this bathroom? Gross. No.
Suddenly she stops and looks at her door, withdrawing her hand and pulling her sweatpants up and her shirt down. She stands and tiptoes over to her bedroom door, leaning an ear against it.
Dammit.
I switch to the living room camera, where her worthless brother is in the kitchen at the fridge. The asshole couldn’t make sure Callie got home safely? He better not eat her apple pie.
It’s gonna become a full-time job if I have to follow this woman around to keep her safe since no one else in her life seems to care.
