The Booty Call - CLOSED
By the time I had finally made my way up the stairs to my apartment and through my front door, it had already been a long day. It wasn't supposed to have been, given that it was Saturday, but one frantic call from my boss had left me racing across town to work. Spending a weekend afternoon at the office wasn't my idea of fun, but a promotion was looming in the distance and I knew that every bit of extra effort would help me in the long run. Besides, it wasn't as though I had anything better to do. My original weekend plan was marathoning through everything that had been building up on my DVR and last night's leftover pizza. It wasn't exactly the picture of exciting.
I made my way through my apartment, slowly ridding myself of my clothing as I went. My purse was left on an armchair, my sweater on the couch. My long, brown hair came out of its ponytail as I meandered down the hallway, sidestepping my cat that was begging for attention. By the time I made it to the bedroom, I was pulling my tank top up and over her head and tossing it into the corner clothes hamper. Before long, my bra, trousers, and panties joined the tank top and I was standing in my bedroom, completely nude.
My gaze caught on the full length mirror next to my closet. I turned, facing the mirror and let my eyes flicker over my reflection. My hair fell over my shoulders in a soft, messy way, having just been relieved of its ponytail. Being tall, my body was long and lean, the time spent at my yoga lessons having treated me well. My breasts were firm and just a bit larger than average, with my nipples hard from the cool air in my bedroom. My eyes fell from my breasts and down my body as my hand came around, two fingers slipping between my legs before I stopped herself. Pleasuring myself was tempting, but I wanted more than to just come. I wanted someone else to make me come.
Luckily for me, I had a few people that I knew I could turn to in such a "crisis". Friends With Benefits, I'd found, were much more reliable than actually trying to have a relationship, especially when all I wanted was the sex.
Turning, I dug her phone out of the pocket of my discarded trousers and turned it to my camera. Facing my mirror once more, I gave a quick pose and took a picture. It didn't take long for me to have a text message ready to send, complete with the photograph and a quick message ("come over"). Hopefully they weren't busy or I would have to break out the vibrator.
By the time I had finally made my way up the stairs to my apartment and through my front door, it had already been a long day. It wasn't supposed to have been, given that it was Saturday, but one frantic call from my boss had left me racing across town to work. Spending a weekend afternoon at the office wasn't my idea of fun, but a promotion was looming in the distance and I knew that every bit of extra effort would help me in the long run. Besides, it wasn't as though I had anything better to do. My original weekend plan was marathoning through everything that had been building up on my DVR and last night's leftover pizza. It wasn't exactly the picture of exciting.
I made my way through my apartment, slowly ridding myself of my clothing as I went. My purse was left on an armchair, my sweater on the couch. My long, brown hair came out of its ponytail as I meandered down the hallway, sidestepping my cat that was begging for attention. By the time I made it to the bedroom, I was pulling my tank top up and over her head and tossing it into the corner clothes hamper. Before long, my bra, trousers, and panties joined the tank top and I was standing in my bedroom, completely nude.
My gaze caught on the full length mirror next to my closet. I turned, facing the mirror and let my eyes flicker over my reflection. My hair fell over my shoulders in a soft, messy way, having just been relieved of its ponytail. Being tall, my body was long and lean, the time spent at my yoga lessons having treated me well. My breasts were firm and just a bit larger than average, with my nipples hard from the cool air in my bedroom. My eyes fell from my breasts and down my body as my hand came around, two fingers slipping between my legs before I stopped herself. Pleasuring myself was tempting, but I wanted more than to just come. I wanted someone else to make me come.
Luckily for me, I had a few people that I knew I could turn to in such a "crisis". Friends With Benefits, I'd found, were much more reliable than actually trying to have a relationship, especially when all I wanted was the sex.
Turning, I dug her phone out of the pocket of my discarded trousers and turned it to my camera. Facing my mirror once more, I gave a quick pose and took a picture. It didn't take long for me to have a text message ready to send, complete with the photograph and a quick message ("come over"). Hopefully they weren't busy or I would have to break out the vibrator.
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