Wrong file

Samira 

Around 4am Samira got a text from Jack asking her to send over a photo she had taken earlier in the day, she scrolled through her phone, sent it and went back to sleep. When she woke up again at 9 she had approximately fifty missed calls from Jack, she opened her messages and looked at what she had sent him. Unfortunately it had been the photo he requested and a rather risque photo she had taken of herself. Jack had sent five texts about four minutes after she originally sent it.

Jack: I’m sorry

Jack: Did you mean to send that?

Jack: of course you didn’t 

Jack: Let's pretend this never happened.

Most of the missed calls were hang ups, but he had left two voicemails. She played the first one, it was just him asking her if she knew what she had accidentally sent him. The next voicemail was from an hour ago, she played it.

You never responded, she heard him say, but I just can’t get over that photo ‘Mira.

She could hear him breathing heavily, her heart started to pound, was he touching himself thinking about her?

It was her day off and she knew he might still be awake so she called him.

“Morning,” he said, “sorry if i disturbed you last night.”

“You didn’t,” she said, “I uh, I wanted to apologize I must’ve accidentally clicked that photo when I sent the other.”

“Oh,” he said, “so it was an accident, you weren’t trying to rile me up?”

“A happy accident,” she said, “it sounds like maybe it got you excited. Yeah?”

She heard his breath hitch on the other side of the line.

“You listened to the voicemail?” he asked.

“I did,” she said, “but it’s all good, it was actually really hot.”

“Oh really?” he asked.

She bit her lip thinking of what to say next.

“Hey Jack,” she said, “mind if I swing by your place?”

“No,” he said, "I wouldn't mind at all.”

She threw the lingerie from the photo into her backpack and headed over to Jack's place. 

His dog Cocoa greeted her at the door, and a moment later he appeared behind her in just a pair of pajama shorts. 

“Are you gonna invite me in?” she asked.

She watched his freckled cheeks turn pink.

“Yeah,” he said, “come in and have some  breakfast with me.”

As she walked in the door he caught her around the waist and pulled her close to him. She felt his face nuzzle into her hair and she could feel the sweat on his bare skin.

“Wanna skip breakfast?” she asked.

“I was hoping you would say that.”

He let her go and she walked to his bedroom to change, a few minutes later she walked into his living room where he was drinking a cup of coffee.

“Oh,” he said, “I really love that color on you.”

“I thought so,” she said, “but I think you’ll like it better off of me.”

She walked over to him and straddled his lap, he wrapped his arms around her waist.

He looked down at her and she could see the want on his face.

“What are you gonna do to me Jack?” she asked.

“You know,” he said, “most times that I’ve imagined fucking you its sweet and slow. But right now I'm really feeling like you might need it a little rough.”

She felt his words shoot straight to her core.

“I-” she said, “this is embarrassing but I haven’t slept with anyone since college and-”

“Oh baby, it’s ok.” he said, “i’ll be nice, I promise.”

She felt his hands move to cradle her ass.

“Now wrap your pretty legs around me,” he said, “let's get to the bedroom.”

As he carried her to the bedroom she felt his fingers digging into the flesh of her ass and she relished in it. It had been years since anyone had touched her like this, she had dreams about Jack doing this to her. He dropped her on the bed and climbed on top of her, slowly undoing the clasps on her outfit before pushing it down her body.

Jack 

He couldn’t believe this was happening, that Samira was really naked underneath him. He palmed her breast and watched her squirm beneath him. He laced his freehand into her hair before lowering his mouth to hers. He felt her respond by prodding at his lips with her tongue and he gladly opened his mouth. Suddenly the thoughts he had had hours ago were actually happening and it was making him harder than  he had ever been. When he pulled his mouth from hers he could hear her whine at the loss of contact.

“Samira,” he said, “i’m gonna start with one finger ok?”

He watched her nod.

“I need words baby,” he said, “please.”

“Yeah,” she said, “that sounds good, I can handle that.”

He slid a finger into her and heard her whine again, so he added another.

“Good girl,” he said, “you’re doing so good for me.”

He knew she would have to take three fingers before he could fuck her so he though of a different approch, he withdrew his finers before kissing his way down her body. He hadn’t given oral in years but god did he want to taste her.

“Bend your knees,” he said, “please.”

He watched as she silently obeyed, the moment his mouth made contact with her he felt her fingers lace into his hair. He enjoyed it for a few minutes until he felt her legs start to shake.

“Go on,” he said, “be a good girl and come for me.”

When he looked at her face again he could see tears wetting her cheeks.

“Are you ok?” he asked.

“Yeah,” she said, “I'm fine that was just- I’ve never-  that was my first time.”

“Oh,” he said, “well I'm honored that I got to be your first, I hope it was a good experience.”

“It was,” she said, “can we fuck now?”

“Eager much?” he asked.

“Yeah,” she said, "I've been dreaming of this for years.”

“In your dreams,” he questioned, “what do I do? What do I say?”

He watched her cheeks redden.

“You call me a good girl,” she said, “as you fuck me into the mattress. Sometimes I think about you coming inside me.”

For a moment he had to remind himself to breathe.

“Really?” he asked.

“Really,” she said, “I mean, you don’t have to this time but maybe in the future-”

“This isn’t a one time thing for you?” he asked.

“No,” she said, “why, did you think it was?”

“Kinda,” he said, “I never thought you liked me like that.”

“I do,” she said, “really.”

“Oh ‘Mira,” he said, “the things I’m gonna do to you.”

He fixed his position on top of her and let himself sink into her, the feeling of her around him without protection was heavenly. Then he heard it, “please Daddy.” his eyes locked with hers.

“I’m sorry,” he heard her say, “I didn’t-”

“No,” he said, "I like it, you can say it again if you want.”

As he continued to pump into her he lowered his mouth to her neck licking, kissing and sucking just to elicit moans from her beautiful lips.

“Please.” he heard her say.

“Please what?” he asked.

“Please come in me.”

“Yeah baby,” he said, "I'm almost there.”

  His fingers found their way to her clit and he rubbed  quick circles as he felt himself just about to finish. Once they had both come he slid out of her.

“So,” he asked, “glad you sent that photo?”