Page 8 of Just One Night
Ella
“Lunch. After. I insist.”I woke up to a message that might normally irritate me.
After allowing someone such control over my choices for too long, my newfound freedom sings loud and clear whenever someone asserts authority over me. Today, though, I welcome any kind of authority from the man sending me that message. Not only do I welcome it, I find myself wanting to obey.
Strange and peculiar, what Selfie Stranger's done to me.
No, not a stranger. No, Iknow himnow. Well, in name at least. Knox.
After a few messages back-and-forth yesterday, a meeting time and place was set for me to hand off his phone. Should be simple enough. Or so I had thought. Until he made it less than simple.
Polite messages changed the moment he asked for details. About myself. About what I do. Even where I live. Weird, right? Not creeper like. Not toss one off to a stranger's selfies weird. Just....why does he care, weird. After admitting very little, just enough to keep him asking, he asked for something I didn't expect.
A photo.
Knox requested I send a photo.Of me.
It seemed fair enough of a request. I did rub one out to one of his photos, didn't I?
A simple request led to me taking about a hundred photos in the floor to ceiling mirrors at Brea Studios last night. After finishing a class—my favorite one with my senior citizens learning to tango—I stayed to make use of the great lighting as I posed again and again.
At last, I chose one that didn't seem posed. It just seemed like me. I was even making a goofy face as I caught sight of myself in the mirror. After I sent it, I agonized over the plethora of choices I had that seemed better. More poised, sexier, flirtier.
Why did any of that matter?
Until I took a shower later, steam fogging my mirrors as I stepped out, I had no answer. Wiping some of my mirror clean, I smirked at myself in the mirror. I wanted him to like my photo same as I had liked his. To wonder who that girl was smiling into that mirror. Ask himself who she might be taking such a photo for.
Covering myself a little as I posed, mimicking Knox' own after-shower selfie, I took a few shots. Posing in that mirror, wet hair bouncing past my shoulders, skin shimmering from my shower, I let my inhibitions go. Popping my ass back a little, pushing my small breasts out, I posed for myself. Proud of what the mirror told me was sexy and soft.
“Keep those for yourself, slut.” I winked at my reflection playfully.
“Lunch. After. No details.”I answer at last while on a break between booked classes.
Knox responds immediately.
“Some details.”I giggle before tucking my phone back into my bag, touching his just as a reminder of why exactly I am being so crazy.
Once my fingers brush over the smooth leather of his sleek phone case, a little shiver runs through me. Meeting face to face with someone whose sext photos you rubbed one out to is a new experience for me. I am excited to see if he lives up to the Adonis in the photos.
Because, yes, I looked more. I mean.... of course, I freaking did.
Jesus, the man likes that weapon of mass destruction swinging between his legs.
Can't say I blame him. It is impressive.
Bonus, Knox seems rather skilled behind a camera lens so he manages to take really good shots that make it look more like photoshoot worthy images than spank bank selfies.
Besides tons of mirror selfies, about half of which are in the same bathroom leading me to conclude it's his place, he takes plenty while he's lying in bed. A few in elevators. Some at the beach. One or two in the park. The guy has a good eye for a great shot, and the best feature his silky, perfectly thick and veiny cock.
My favorite? Yes, I have one.
Knox lies in a bed of black and red sheets, bright sunlight casting a perfect glow around him. Naked, his dark hair perfectly mussed as if fingers just ran through it, he bites his bottom lip even as he quirks a smile at the camera. One hand wraps around the monster between his legs.
It's my favorite because proof his very recent orgasm dots his abdomen, glistening white against his tan skin. Fuck, it's hot.
“Ella,” A little voice draws me from my very improper thoughts, “Can we learn that move today?” I blink down at the adorable angel dancing side to side beside me. Oh, the shame.
“Of course, sweet cheeks. I did promise.” I wink at her, taking her hand to follow her back to the class.
