FLASH! The camera whirred. She picked it up from the bathroom counter and turned it around to see the captured image. There, on the small color screen of the digital camera was a pert, pink nipple. Not just any nipple. It was her nipple, and it was engorged to its fullness.
It rose from her breast like a large eraser, or the end of your pinky finger.
She had pulled on it, pinched it, and rubbed it between her thumb and forefinger. She did all of this because he asked her to do it.
"I want a picture of your nipple," he had typed in the email. "I want a close-up shot of your nipple after you've tugged on it, and pinched it. When you're so turned on by the simple act of what you're doing, take the picture and send it to me."
So here she was, locked safely in the bathroom with the sink faucet running to hide the sound. She had to hide. She was hiding from her husband and her children. How could she explain this to them?
"So you see, honey, I'm taking this picture for my online friend. We've been sharing pictures of each other. Sexy pictures. Naked pictures. It turns me on to know that he's looking at me and getting an erection harder than steel."
No, that would never do. So she would keep her secret. Her online anonymous male friend. They would never meet. They would never see each other's faces. They would never know each other's names. She was safe to ask him anything, and tell him all of her secret fantasies. He would not judge her, only listen, and then tell her his own erotic secrets.
She looked again at the picture. It did look good. She always liked her breasts. Even though they were changing with age, and no longer the perky little ones she had enjoyed in her teen years, her breasts were still nice to look at.
They were also so sensitive. She loved it when her husband would suck and nibble on them. He could do that for hours and she could let him do it. He would suck on them until she began a soft moaning, then he would lightly bite them with his teeth and tug.
It was like a path had developed between her tits and her pussy. Sometimes all she had to do was bare her breasts to her husband and she got wet between her legs.
She found herself staring into the bathroom mirror. She was wearing a pair of khaki shorts, but she was topless. Her breasts were on display in the mirror.
Slowly she watched her own hands slide upward to her breasts. It was as if they were belonged to a stranger. She ran her hands all over her breasts, lifting them up and letting them jiggle back into place. A little more jiggle these days, but still firm and proud.
