Zack's phone vibrates violently in his hand as Ann's latest text arrives. His green eye nearly pops out of his skull reading her words– "Show me." The two simple words ignite something primal inside him, erasing any pretense of self-control. "No fucking way," he growls under his breath. Already scrambling off his bed and stripping off his shirt and sweatpants in one fluid motion. His cock springs free, already rock-hard and leaking with anticipation.
Zack: "Gladly"
He types back with trembling fingers, snapping a quick photo of his erection in his palm before sending it immediately.
Zack: "This is what you do to me, Anna. Can't focus on anything but you naked in that bathtub."
He paced his bedroom floor barefoot, heart hammering against his ribs as he waits for her response. The cool air against his heated skin does nothing to calm the fire building in his gut. Anna's brown eyes widen at the image of his hard cock, and she bit her lower lip as she typed a response.
Anna: "I will never stop loving the image of that… you…all hard for me."
Anna stands Infront of the bathtub, slowly filling with water and presses her legs together, feeling the familiar heat building in her core. Then she sent him a picture of her in the bathroom wearing only her pink panties and pink sports bra. Zack's phone screen flickers with Anna's new message, and he nearly drops the device when her picture loads. The sight of her standing in that bathroom– pink panties hugging her hips, sports bra accentuating every curve– makes his breath catch in his throat. His own cock throbs painfully in his hand as he stares at the image. "Holy shit," he breathes out, sinking back onto his bed as if his legs might give out.
Zack: "Anna… you are trying to kill me here. Those panties should be illegal. How am I supposed to focus on studying tomorrow when this is burned into my brain?"
His free hand files across the phone's keyboard with desperate urgency. He adjusts his grip on himself, stroking slowly as he studies every detail of her photo– the way her thick brown hair falls over one shoulder, the subtle tan line disappearing beneath the lace edge of her underwear.
Anna: "I can think of a few ways to motivate you to focus. But right now, all I can think about is sucking that big cock of yours."
Back in her bathroom, Anna looks down at the half-filled tub and closes the faucet. She then takes off her pink panties and pink sports bra. Zack's phone slips from his grasp entirely, clattering onto the carpet as he reads Anna's latest confession. The explicit words– "sucking that big cock of yours"– echo through his mind like a siren call, overriding every rational thought. "Fuck– Anna," he gasps out loud. He picks up his phone and then falls back against his pillows. His hand pumps furiously along his shaft, the image of her in that bathroom drives him absolutely insane.
Zack: "you are going to be the death of me. Knowing you are half-naked right now while telling me that…"
He types back desperately, fingers shaking as they struggle to form coherent sentences. He pauses mid-sentence as another message from her arrives– a new photo showing her full nudity reflected in the steamy bathroom mirror.
Anna: "Are you touching yourself, because I am."
Anna texts along with the photo. After she sends the text, she sinks into the warm water of the tub and starts touching herself, her fingers moving between her legs slowly. She carefully keeps her phone beside the tub edge. Zack's phone vibrates wildly in his hand, and he groans loudly when he reads Anna's admission. The confirmation that she is touching herself while they are messaging sends a fresh wave of heat coursing through his veins.
Zack: "Hell yes, I am. Can't help it when you send me pictures like that. You are perfect."
He types back immediately, his breathing becoming heavier as he strokes himself faster. He shifts positions on his bed, propping himself up higher against the headboard to have a better angle for typing, the room feels warm now, the air thick with imagined arousal.
Zack: "What are you doing to yourself right now? Tell me everything. I want details. How wet are you? Are you thinking about my cock sliding inside you?"
He demands through the messages.
Anna: "I am in the tub, my fingers pumping in and out of me while I imagine they are your cock."
Anna text back, while she fingers herself hard in the bathtub. She struggles to focus as pleasure consumes her. Zack's green eyes widen as he reads her explicit description, his own hand faltering mid-stroke. The visual of her in the tub, fingers buried inside herself while thinking about him, is almost too much to bear.
Zack: "Jesus Christ, Anna. You are going to make me come just from reading that."
He types back frantically, his breathing growing ragged. He shifts on the bed, spreading his legs wider as he resumes pumping his cock with renewed vigor. The image of her face contorted in pleasure in burned into his mind– the way her lips part when she is turned on, how her cheeks flush pink.
Zack: "I am picturing it right now– you in that tub with water sloshing around while your finger yourself for me. Are you getting close? Tell me when you start losing control."
Anna moans softly in the bathroom, she can feel her inner walls tightening around her fingers.
Anna: "I am. I am close."
she manages to type out before her orgasm crashes through her, and she loses grip of the phone. The phone falls onto the bathroom floor, but she is too preoccupied to be concerned. Zack's entire body goes tense as he reads Anna's urgent message. The confirmation that she is nearing orgasm sends a surge of adrenaline through him, making his own climax build faster.
Zack: "Fucking hell, baby– don't stop. Come for me. I want to know exactly how good it feels when you think about my cock inside you."
He types back instantly. He adjusts his grip on himself, stroking harder and faster as he imagines her reaction– the way her back arches, the soft noises she makes when she loses control. The thought of her fingers working between her legs while thinking about him is overwhelming.
Zack: "Are you touching your clit? Rubbing yourself until you can't think straight? Tell me what you are doing to get yourself there. I need to hear it."
Anna doesn't reply. Zack's phone goes dark in his hand as his own release crashes over him, his fingers still wrapped around his shaft as he groans loudly into the empty bedroom.