Sexting a Sensual Sophomore Ch. 02

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– Dear Readers, as promised in the first chapter, here is the second installation of the “Sexting a Sensual Sophomore” series! I hope it will be worth the wait. Do leave a review or a comment if you enjoyed it. I am very excited to produce more content for you! –

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A recap of Ch. 01: D and Sarai find themselves sexting after they share a workout together. This leads to a sensual connection between the two and they agree to go on a hot date.

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*Bzz*

I unlocked my phone and read the new text message.

Sarai: [Heya, work ends at 4 today. Wear something nice tonight.]

D: [Are you wearing one of your thongs that I like? See ya at 4.]

*Bzz*

Sarai: [Don’t spoil your own surprises now, I’ll see you later. xoxo]

It was only 12 noon and 4 seemed like an eternity away. Opening the wardrobe doors, I flicked through each shirt, each jacket, and each pair of pants, sifting through them to find a good enough outfit combination for the night. It was difficult treading the fine line between classy and overdressed. I eventually settled on a dark grey long-sleeved shirt with black pants and Oxfords. A jacket would have been overkill, especially considering how the warm season was slowly creeping in.

As 4 o’ clock approached, I was getting ready to get dressed and head out when a text from Sarai arrived.

*Bzz*

Sarai: [Hey D, I’m so sorry but I don’t think I can make it tonight. Two of the closing shift folks called in sick and the manager wants me to cover for them today. I can’t believe they’re pulling this shit on me just as my shift is supposed to end.]

Well that sure killed the mood for the evening. I replied Sarai, trying not to sound too disappointed.

D: [Oh dear, that’s not good. I hope you’ll be okay, an evening shift with 2 people down doesn’t sound fun. Don’t worry, we can always go out another time, let’s get you through tonight first.]

*Bzz*

Sarai: [You sure are sweet. I’m really sorry to be cancelling for this. If it cheers you up, I’m gonna make sure your evening isn’t wasted okay?]

Oh? That was intriguing, suddenly the mood didn’t seem too dead anymore.

*Bzz*

Sarai: *sent a photo*

She was in the staff changing room, taking a selfie in the long dressing mirror. Her café uniform was nice, a short sleeved blue blouse with a plain black skirt. A simple black apron completed the look.

Nicer than her uniform though, was what Sarai was wearing under her skirt, which she had teasingly hiked up to reveal. She had on a silky black thong, with details made of fine gold chain dangling from the straps at her hips. The most eye-catching thing, however, was the string of pearls that ran between her legs, from the front to the back of the tiny patch of material at her crotch. The way the pearls pulled the fabric inwards created a silhouette that viciously teased the imagination, making me wonder what it would be like to slowly run my fingers along them and flick each pearl gently, one by one.

D: bahis firmaları [It’s getting real hard to decide if I’m mad at the people who called in sick because they cost us our plans for tonight, or if I’m thankful to them because now I get this amazing photo. Those panties look fucking hot on you.]

*Bzz*

Sarai: [Heh, glad you liked your appetiser. You might want to keep an eye on your phone tonight. And maybe a box of tissues handy. Keep me company alright?]

D: [Am I going to be able to order a main course after the appetiser?]

*Bzz*

Sarai: [That depends on how you tip your waitress Sir. I hope everything was to your liking.]

D: [Everything was perfect indeed. I’m already getting hungry for more. Hold on for a second, I’d like to make sure you’re tipped properly.]

I unbuttoned my shirt and folded up my sleeves. After some thought, I unbuckled my belt and undid a button for good measure. It took a few tries, but I finally got a nice shot in my dressing mirror. I sure was glad I went to the gym that morning. There was a very noticeable bulge in the front of my pants, accentuated by the lighting. Hopefully that still bordered on tasteful.

D: [Here’s a small thank you for the impeccable service.]

D: *sent a photo*

*Bzz*

Sarai: [I’m replying from my notifications bar now because we’ve got customers coming in. I’ll check out my tip from you when things quiet down a little. You sit tight and wait for me mister, your waitress will be right back.]

Why, why did this always have to happen when things were just getting started. I lay in bed in my half-unbuckled pants, wondering what else she had hidden under her deceptively innocent uniform.

About an hour had passed when another text came in.

*Bzz*

Sarai: [That tip sure looks generous, I’m probably the luckiest waitress on shift now. I’m going to get your main course sir, sit tight!]

Okay thank goodness she appreciated it.

*Bzz*

Sarai: *sent a photo*

She had snuck off to the washroom and had unbuttoned her blouse to the waist, opening it to the widest. She was wearing a pretty blue bralette that was completely sheer, save for gorgeously embroidered floral patterns covering her nipples. Leaning forward, she gave me a perfect view of her lusciously deep cleavage. It must have been chilly in the washroom too. Her nipples were already erect, protruding from under the material of the flowery embroidery.

Sarai: [Enjoy your main course Sir, I’ll be back with more in a while! (P.S. My boss walked in and nearly caught me, close call)]

D: [Don’t mind if I do, I think you deserve a handsome tip for that one.]

I removed my shirt and unzipped my increasingly tight pants. I made sure to take a nice shot for Sarai while lying in bed, so she could see the bulge she had created pushing on the fabric of the front of my briefs, while not yet completely pulling down my pants from my waist. Keeping my abs flexed as I angled myself to have them catch kaçak iddaa the light, I snapped another photo and hit the “send” button.

Her reply this time came a lot faster.

*Bzz*

Sarai: [That’s a very big tip you have for me. I don’t even mean it figuratively. 😉 ]

D: [I don’t think any less would be fair for you Miss, considering this is all thanks to your hard work tonight. Will I still be able to order a dessert? I don’t think I’m quite done yet.]

*Bzz*

Sarai: [Of course you can Sir. That lovely tip will get me through dinner service, and then I have something extra special for you.]

A two hour wait ensued. It was so tempting to get myself off first while waiting but I knew that whatever Sarai had in store for me was going to make the wait worth it. After waiting for an excruciatingly long time, I decided to have a shower first to cool off a little while waiting.

*Bzz*

Damn, just as I was getting out of the shower. She had such wonderful timing.

Sarai: [Finally done. I hope you were a good boy Mister. You’d better have saved up all your cum for me. That’s your bill for tonight’s service.]

D: [I don’t dine and dash Miss, here’s your next tip.]

I only had a towel on and this time the picture was easy to take. I snapped a picture of my bare body in the bathroom mirror, one hand holding the towel over my erection. My body was still wet and glistening, making for a pretty aesthetic shot.

*Bzz*

Sarai: [Everyone just left. I’m going to serve you your dessert now. It’s a special of the day only for you. You’re making me so wet that even my pearls are soaked now.]

Sarai: *sent a photo*

Sarai had pulled down the shutters of the café. Her phone was propped up against something, leaving her hands completely free. Standing behind the counter, she was wearing nothing but her apron and her thong, with a dollop of whipped cream on each of her nipples. I didn’t think it was humanly possible to get any harder than I had gotten upon seeing that picture.

*Bzz*

Sarai: [Lose the towel, I think it’s time for you to pay your bill Sir.]

I lost the towel.

Taking a deep breath and exhaling, I tensed my muscles as I set the timer on my phone camera. I held my solid erection in my right hand, and took a full bodied nude for Sarai’s viewing pleasure.

D: *sent a photo*

*Bzz*

Sarai: [Mmm I want to get that in my mouth and make it nice and wet. Here’s your final treat for tonight, I know you’re going to pay me well for tonight with lots of thick yummy cum.]

Sarai: *sent a video*

Holding her breasts with both hands, Sarai videoed herself using a finger to swipe the whipped cream off each nipple. She alluringly licked each finger clean one after the other, finally letting me see her luscious nipples after a whole evening of teasing. Even though I had seen them before, they still looked wonderfully delectable. I wanted so badly to suck them and tease the hard tips with my tongue.

“I want kaçak bahis you to cum to me rubbing my tits for you, I want every single drop of it. Give it all to me, I want to see you cum.” She moaned in a sultry whisper, as she squeezed her breasts and rubbed her nipples, pinching and tugging them, encouraging me to rub my cock even faster.

I had started the recording app in the background as I was watching her put on that titillating show for me on my screen. I was holding on to the towel rack above my head for support as I stroked my cock up and down for her. Watching her fondle and grope her supple breasts while flicking her taut, juicy nipples, it didn’t take long before I climaxed. Thick and creamy streams of semen sprayed out, nearly hitting my phone camera propped up on the sink. I don’t think I had ever cum so much in my life.

Ending the recording, I sent the video to Sarai.

D: *sent a video*

There were a few minutes of silence as Sarai watched the video I took for her.

*Bzz*

Sarai: [That was fucking amazing, your body looks so yummy. I think you paid a lot more than I expected. Your cock looks delicious. I would have liked sucking out all that cum from you, but I think it’s probably gonna overflow from my mouth onto my tits.]

The mental image of Sarai’s mouth overflowing with semen and the drippings falling onto her breasts was such a dirty yet arousingly kinky thought.

D: [Maybe you can have your wish soon, provided no one calls in sick again.]

*Bzz*

Sarai: [Then you’d better not cum on your own till I get my hands on you Mister. No wanking, no porn, nothing. And I’ll do the same.]

Was she seriously calling a monopoly here? This girl really didn’t play around.

D: [You’re serious? Okay then challenge accepted. How long are we doing this for?]

*Bzz*

Sarai: [7 days. If you can hold out that long, I’m going to make it worth your while.]

This was going to be a long, long week. Just as I was about to reply to her message, I remembered something else.

D: [Fine then, a week it is. You’d better be ready Missy. But before I forget, can I at least take you out to dinner proper? I’d still like to take you to that Italian place.]

*Bzz*

Sarai: [Of course you can, I got tomorrow off because I worked a double shift today. If you’re up for tomorrow, I can see you at six.]

D: [Six sounds good, I’ll pick you up then. I’m looking forward to seeing you.]

*Bzz*

Sarai: *sent a photo*

Sarai: [I hope this dress is fitting for the venue.]

She had sent me a photo of one of her dresses that she had tried on. The dress was glamorously tight fitting, flowing to her ankles. It would have been modest, had it not been for the panel of mesh fabric on the midriff that showed off not just her tight and toned abs, but a subtle glimpse of the bottom of her breasts.

D: [I thought you said you wanted to wait a week. This dress doesn’t say anything along the lines of “waiting a week”.]

*Bzz*

Sarai: [I didn’t stutter 😉 we’re waiting a week.]

Sarai: [But I never said it was going to be an easy week.]

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…You had gotta be shitting me.

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-To be continued in Ch. 03-

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