I wait.
And she closes her eyes.
Lola
Didn't know, anyway.
Me
Even if I didn't see you, I know you're funny, smart, and have a smoking bod. Questionable taste in panties, but cotton might grow on me. Did you do anything with Enzo?
Lola
No. I don't like him.
Me
But you're attracted.
Lola
I'm...I liked the other night.
My cock is fucking hard because I can picture the show I watched unbeknownst to her.
I can still see it in my mind, her touching herself. And that sort of voyeurism is hot, but it is different to her knowing I'm watching, different to her performing, and themore I think about it, the bigger the thrill that courses through me.
Me
Interesting. You were thinking about me all week. How many times did you nearly send me unsolicited nudes?
Lola
How many times did you?
Me
Enough. But it's not the same. You should send one.
Lola
I can do better than that.
Me
Can you?
She smiles and puts the phone down, face up so she will see it light up.
But I don't text because I want to see what she will do.
Lola pulls the band from her hair, and it cascades down. Then she pulls her shirt off.
Holy shit. Her tits like that, back arched, arms up, are fucking pin-up worthy. Spank bank worthy. Best of all, her nipples are hard points.
I don't know what movies she has been watching, and I haven't had a chance to get that book, but fuck...
She goes up on her knees, sucks her finger, and then circles her nipples.
