Sunbathing

My hair was mussed, and strands were sticking to the sweat on my forehead. I brought my hand up to smooth it back but couldn't help but pause as I caught sight of my own reflection. My body was still thrumming with excitement, and the reflection in the mirror showed it all. My nipples were dark and swollen, standing out in stark relief against my pale skin, begging for attention. I couldn't resist the urge to touch them, my fingers tracing the sensitive buds as I let out a soft moan at the pleasure that shot through me. As my eyes drifted lower, I saw the evidence of my arousal, the slickness that coated my inner thighs. I couldn't believe how wet I had gotten, how turned on I had been by the thought of being watched. The sight of my own arousal sent another wave of heat through me, and I felt a fresh surge of wetness between my legs.

I knew I shouldn't feel this way, that I had just exposed myself to a neighbor and a friend, but I couldn't deny the thrill of it all. It was like a secret fantasy come to life, and I couldn't help but wonder if he had enjoyed the show as much as I had. My mind was still reeling with the intensity of the experience, and I couldn't help but imagine what might happen if I saw him again. Still trembling with excitement, I brought my fingers to my mouth, tasting the remnants of my arousal. I had never done this before, never tasted myself like this, but the taste was exquisite. It was sweet and musky, a flavor that was uniquely my own. I couldn't help but repeat the action, tasting myself again and again as I leaned against the door, lost in the sensations coursing through my body.

I savored the taste, letting my tongue explore every crevice and fold of my fingers, trying to extract every last drop of my own arousal. It was a new sensation for me, one that I had never experienced before, and I couldn't get enough of it. As I gazed at myself in the mirror, feeling both exhilarated and slightly guilty for what I had done, an idea suddenly came to me.

I sank to the floor in front of the mirror, legs spread wide, giving myself unrestricted access to my throbbing clit. With one hand between my legs, I cupped my breasts with the other, rolling my nipples between my fingers. They were so hard and sensitive, aching for attention. I couldn't get enough of the pleasure, and I moaned out loud, unable to control myself. Suddenly, I remembered my phone next to me. I knew I shouldn't, but I couldn't resist taking a selfie of myself, my fingers still glistening with my juices, as I tasted myself.

The image was so erotic, so taboo, that I hesitated, staring at the screen with uncertainty. My heart was racing, and my hands were trembling as the idea of sending it to Jake took hold of my mind. I took a deep breath, my eyes fixed on the explicit image of me, my legs spread wide as I tasted myself from my fingers, and before I knew it, I had the text message already loaded, just waiting for me to hit send. "What the hell am I doing?" I muttered to myself, feeling a mixture of shame and arousal. The thought of Jake seeing me like this was almost too much to handle, but at the same time, it was undeniably thrilling. I imagined his reaction, picturing him staring at the image with lustful eyes, his fingers moving down to his own throbbing cock. As I got lost in the fantasy, I rubbed myself vigorously, my fingers moving faster and harder as I imagined Jake driving into me, his body pounding against mine. I could feel the pressure building inside of me, the tension growing with each passing second.

The pleasure was almost unbearable, building inside me like a pressure cooker. I imagined Jake's strong hands on my body, his hot breath on my skin, and I lost myself in the fantasy. My fingers moved harder and faster, circling my swollen clit and plunging inside me. My hips rocked involuntarily, seeking more and more friction. Suddenly, my phone rang, shattering the erotic spell I had been under. I fumbled with my phone, my hand slipping in my own slickness, as I tried to answer the call. In my haste, I accidentally hit the send button on the explicit image I had just taken. Panic coursed through me as I realized what I had done. I tried to pull the image back, but it was too late. It had been sent to Jake.

"Hello?" I answered, my voice strained with anxiety. "Hey, babe, just wanted to check in and see how your day is going," my husband's voice came through the phone.

"It's good," I said quickly, trying to hide the fact that I was almost caught in the act.

"Did you get some sun today?" he asked, innocently enough.

I hesitated for a moment, trying to catch my breath and get my bearings back. "Uh, yeah, a little," I said.

"I bet the neighbors were getting quite the show," my husband chuckled. "You know they probably have binoculars aimed right at our backyard."

I felt a wave of panic wash over me as I imagined the possibility of other neighbors watching me, followed by the realization that I had just sent a very explicit photo to Jake. I quickly checked my phone and saw that it had indeed gone through.

"Oh god," I muttered under my breath.

"What's wrong?" my husband asked, sensing my distress.

"Nothing, just a little distracted," I said, my mind racing with thoughts of what Jake's response would be. "

Are you sure?" my husband asked, his tone now concerned.

"Yes, I'm sure," I said, trying to sound more composed. "I just need to go, I'll talk to you later."

"Okay, love you," he said, before hanging up. I couldn't help but laugh, feeling a mixture of relief and guilt.

My phone buzzed again, this time with a message from Jake. My heart was pounding with anticipation and a hint of fear as I opened it, not knowing what to expect. But what I saw made me gasp in surprise and excitement: a picture of his erect member, standing tall and proud. Jake's dick was huge, much larger than I had anticipated. The shaft was thick and veiny, pulsing with desire. I could see the blood pumping through the veins as it throbbed with anticipation. The head was swollen and red, glistening with precum. I could almost taste the salty sweetness of it on my tongue. His balls were hanging low, heavy with arousal, and I could almost feel the weight of them in my hand. The sight of him was so incredibly erotic that it made my slickness between my legs even more intense. I couldn't help but let out a low moan as I stared at the image, feeling my body respond to the overwhelming desire that had been building inside me all day.

Jake's message was short and to the point: "Come over, now."

I looked up at myself in the mirror, still sprawled on the floor with my legs spread wide, my fingers coated in my wetness and I knew I had a decision to make. Should I go to Jake and let him do whatever he wanted to me, or should I stay here and pretend that nothing had happened? As I sat there, lost in thought, I couldn't help but wonder how my day had taken such a wild turn. One minute I was innocently tanning in the backyard, and the next, I was debating whether or not to go over to Jake's house.

I let out a deep sigh, my gaze fixated on the explicit image on my phone. I knew that I needed to make a decision, but the idea of choosing one way or the other was daunting. For a moment, I considered texting Jake back, telling him that I couldn't come over and that what we had done was a mistake. But then again, the thought of his hard, throbbing cock inside of me was almost too much to bear. I looked up at myself in the mirror, disheveled and covered in my own wetness. My nipples were still puffy and sensitive, and I could feel the remnants of the orgasm that had almost overtaken me just moments before. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, letting the sensations wash over me one more time before deciding what to do next.