Unexpected Fantasy

[Simple Tania]

UNEXPECTED FANTASY - PART 1 (Page 6)

The ringing tone of her cell phone broke Tess's concentration; she had been working on the two boys’ growing attraction, coyly driving them insane with lust. She casually opened the top button of her shirt and leaned over the suitcase at her feet, looking for the device, showing her audience a glimpse of her full breasts trapped in a black lace bra. She grabbed the cell phone, opened it and smiled as she noticed the caller’s identity; she quickly opened it and as she read its content she couldn’t help but chuckle softly. She put the cell phone on the table and pondered about what to answer for a while, and as she looked around she couldn’t help exchanging a glance with her loyal followers; she smiled at them innocently and purposefully crossed her legs (in a way that wasn’t innocent at all), picked up the phone again, quickly typed a message and send it with an attached photo.

Steph put several dresses on the bed, standing completely naked and looking at them thoughtfully. She picked one up, a blue gown with a stunningly revealing neckline, dressed herself briskly and looked herself over in the mirror, wrinkled her nose at what she saw, then shrugged. 'Why not?' She thought as she smiled. She grabbed her cell phone and took a picture of herself, then sent the photo along with a message. She undressed and took the second item, a black dress rather short and open on the back, put it on, looked at the mirror, took a turn, liked what she saw and once again photographed herself, then send that picture as well before disrobing. At last she took the last dress, a glamorous white evening gown, with ruffles down and ending in a top that left little to the imagination as it generously displayed the shape of her breasts. She dressed, look again at herself in the mirror, posed, enjoying what she saw so much that she decided that this dress was her favorite so far, photographed herself, and for the last time, sent a message with the accompanying picture.

 

The meeting seemed to go on forever as the discussions grew strained. 'Damn bureaucrats', he thought, once again having to rise to calm tempers. He glanced at his watch and snorted, then the cell phone vibrated in his pocket; he quickly pulled it open between his legs, glanced at the message and ... shut it quickly, put it in his pocket, excused himself and went out the door. Almost running through the corridor, Vic entered the bathroom in a rush, entered an empty booth, lowered his pants and underwear, finally freeing his hardening member from that evil prison. He gingerly opened the phone and peered once more at the photographs Tess had sent him, accompanied by the text, 'Since you couldn’t choose, perhaps you’ll prefer these'. Vic zoomed in on the pictures, running his fingers over her breasts, then down her belly, lingering over the pubic area which revealed a Brazilian cut that made his little friend (not so little anymore) jump up, went down her slender, shapely legs to her feet with her nails delicately painted of scarlet red varnish. He caught hold of his throbbing member and as he browsed the stack of photos, he felt himself getting increasingly aroused.

 

A new message beep echoed in the confined space and Vic closed the photograph of Tess to check the new message. He opened it and stared: there was Steph, in a sexy blue dress with the message, 'This one?'. 'Those two are going to kill me tonight,' he said softly to himself, 'Fuck! I’ll die happy!' he added, then resumed masturbating, going from photo to photo. A new beep interrupted him; he investigated and ... it was Steph again, in a super sexy black dress that highlighted her magnificent curves, with the text, 'Maybe this one?'. 'Ahhhh! Fuck!’ He said as he wanked off harder. 'Damn it, I'll have to find a way out', he thought, being interrupted by a third beep. Once again he opened it and almost came as he saw Steph in a spectacular, extra snug white dress that hid very little of her magnificent tits, with the message, 'Or this one? Choose'. It was too much for him and in two or three final shakes, blew his load right then and there in the bathroom’s confines, not unlike an oversexed teenager.