Recently freed from my ex and a tough living situation, I was trying to bounce back. It has been only a couple of weeks and I was still feeling dejected. Since about a week after the break up, I started receiving these texts from an unknown number. It was driving me crazy.
At first they were timid in nature, the first one I received was a simple "she didn't deserve you" I never responded, but that did not stop the messages coming. "She wasn't good enough for you anyway" and "her loss!"
This continued for a week or so and I didn't respond. I wasn't sure who these were coming from, but obviously someone who knew my ex and me have broken up. It did drive me a little crazy trying to figure out who it was, but I still have not responded. That was until one post caught my attention. It was just a picture, cropped in the right places, but very sexy legs with a pair of black panties dangling off of them. The lace, elegant and very sexy, the legs were nice and toned, muscular, but not overdone. I saved this picture to my phone and tried to figure out who it was from.
The next day I received another text..."did you like it?"
It prompted me to respond finally and say, "absolutely, but who is this?"
A few seconds later, she replied, "It's nice to get a response from you."
I tried to be flirty and fun, but I think it was just corny when I said, "oh, you definitely got a response."
A few seconds later, "good, You may be getting some more..."
I repeated my question, "who is this?" I waited for a response, but nothing came for hours.
I was awaken by the text message at 2 am, "I'm feeling frisky, want to see?"
A simple reply, "y"
Kind of excited, kind of disappointed when I received a picture of fingers dripping with a clear substance. Next picture that came through was a bit more exciting, a closeup of her painted red lips surrounding her fingers. Too close to figure out the identity, but close enough to want to continue with these texts.
She sent another message a few seconds later, "a response?"
Sure enough, it had done the trick, and I was standing tall. "Y," I replied.
That was it for the night, no more texts from this mysterious person who remained anonymous and seemed to like it that way.
I fell asleep and when I woke up to my alarm, I had a message waiting for me. "Will you show me your response tonight?"
I didn't respond for a little bit, not sure if I wanted to do what she was asking, I don't even know who this is. But again, trying to keep things going, I replied "maybe?!"
A couple of hours later, my phone went off. "Maybe I can send you something to get the response I am looking for? 9 tonight."
I sent back an emphatic response, "K!"
Now I just had to wait until 9. My mind was struggling all day long, who was this? what am I going to do? Will I send her a picture of my excitement? I really didn't have any idea what was going to happen tonight.
It was 8:57 and I was still lost in thought, apprehensive, but excited about where everything was headed.
8:58, oh my the anticipation was killing me. 2 more minutes...ok, my mind was on overdrive.
I looked at my phone as the numbers changed to 9:00 and my phone chimed. I opened a picture that definitely drew the required response. It was a dark picture, but I could make out Stephanie, one of my exes friends, she was very scantily dressed and she was tying up her hands and pulling on the rope with her teeth. It was incredibly sexy and holy cow, I was hard as a rock in seconds.
Another message seconds later, "ur response? -no words, only pics?"
I stripped down to my underwear and tried to get a picture of the bulge that she had inspired when my phone went off again. "Waiting....."
I think I took a pretty flattering picture, and I hit send. Oh my, I have never done that, I can't believe I just sent that. I tried to keep the flirtiness going, "ur response?" I waited and waited, but no chime came. I was disappointed and a little self conscious that she stopped responding after I sent her my picture.
I was feeling rejected again, but I was more devastated now then I was after my breakup. I put on a pair of shorts and went to watch TV when the doorbell rang. I put on a Tshirt and went to see who it was so late. It was Stephanie, she had shorts on and a very light tank top, I could tell, no bra. She came in and closed the door behind her, grabbing my hand and leading me inside of my own apartment.
She put her arms around me and kissed me, very passionately, very hot, enough where I could feel the blood pumping back into my tool. She stopped long enough to look at me, "response?" She giggled and kissed me again.
We made out for a few minutes, our hands and tongue exploring each other. Never breaking our kiss, I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. Our kiss was only broken for the time it took the two of us to strip the other of their shirts. Yup, no bra, very beautiful, round, full breasts, nipples already pointing at me. Her hands found my chest and tangled themselves up in my hair. It was wonderful feeling her soft fingers playing in my wool. I kissed her neck and started to worship her soft skin, she smelled incredible, she was breath-taking.
As I am about to travel down to pay her nipples attention with my lips, I hear her say quietly, "definitely worth waiting for."
My lips locked around her nipple and I sucked gently, swirling my tongue around the little nub. I moved to the other one and repeated as she help my head firmly against her chest.
After a few moments alternating between her breasts, she grabbed my hair tightly and brought me up to her face, "I have been waiting for you to break up ever since I met you." She pulled me close and kissed me again. Her kisses made me feel so good, the powerful connection between us, the feelings of her soft tender lips touching me. She rolled me over on the bed and continued kissing down my neck and eventually repeating what I had done to her nipples moments before.
I laid my head back and enjoyed the sensations that she was providing me. Her tongue swirled around everywhere and then is disappeared from my body. I was only disappointed for a moment before I felt her lips on my belly button and the top of my shorts being pulled away from my body.
The elastic opened far enough for her to reach inside and grab a hold of the hardness that she caused. Her hand teased the tip, sliding her fingers round and round over the hyper sensitive skin. My shorts were now being pushed down my legs as she started to wrap her hand around me and move up and down my length. I closed my eyes and enjoyed everything she was doing. Her hand felt heavenly, but then her mouth opened and I slid deep within her lips.
Oh my, she was taking me to a different place. She took her time, like the only thing that mattered was my enjoyment. Everytime I started to get close to filling her mouth, she slowed down, keeping me right on the edge without allowing me to fully crash over it.
Oh man, I was in heaven and hell at the same time, I wanted to finish, but I loved being held right there. She was masterful at controlling me and how much pleasure I could have.
She moved her body around so that she was now between my slightly spread open legs. "Look at me," she said sternly, "I want to see you!"
I tried to fight the urge to keep.my eyes closed, but I found I was powerless against her request, I raised my head up and locked eyes with her as she went into overdrive. Her hand grabbed the base, just above my testicles as her mouth bounced up and down over my entire length. I was about to explode when I felt her release her grip and I fired deep within her mouth. I tried to keep my eyes open and look directly in her eyes, but everytime I closed them, I heard her grunt. I knew what she wanted, she wanted to look me into her eyes as I filled up her hungry mouth. I did and she continued to suck me until every last drop slid down her throat.
"Mmmmm!" She said as she released my empty tool and swallowed deeply taking every last drop of me.
She licked her lips, got up and grabbed her tank top from the floor. As she was putting on her top, she smiled, "I'll text you later." I was still reeling from my eruption when I heard the door close, satisfied and disappointed at the same time.
That was about a year ago, now we live together and we are getting married in the spring. I will always remember how it all started with some anonymous texts. Texts that I still have, along with many steamy ones since.

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