FLASH! The camera whirred. She picked it up from the bathroom counter and turned it around to see the captured image. On the color screen of the digital camera was a pert, pink nipple. Not just any nipple. It was Alicia's nipple, and it was gorgeous in its fully engorged state. It rose from her breast like a sugary pink gumdrop.
Alicia had pulled, pinched it, and rubbed it between her thumb and forefinger until it throbbed. She did all of this because Ryan asked her to do so.
"I want a picture of your sexy nipple," Ryan had typed in his email. "I want a close-up shot of your nipple after you've pulled on it, and pinched it. When you're completely turned on by the act of what you're doing, take a picture of it and send it to me."
So here she was, locked safely in the bathroom with the water running to hide any sounds she made. Alicia had to hide her actions. 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, Ryan. 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 a huge erection that's harder than steel."
No, Alicia couldn't explain this and she wouldn't. She was embarrassed by her actions, but at the same time turned on by them. She would keep her naughty little secret. Ryan was her online friend, and they might never meet in person. He lived in Atlanta and she lived in Charlotte, NC, not a great distance from each other but far enough. He was just far enough away where she felt safe to ask him anything, and tell him all of her secret fantasies. Like her biggest, opening her legs to a black man like him. He would not judge her; only listen, and then tell her his own erotic secrets.
She looked again at the picture. It looked sexy and tempting. Alicia had always liked her breasts, even though they were changing at the age of 37. She no longer had the perky tits she had enjoyed in her teen years; even so, her 34 C size breasts were still nice to look at.
They were so sensitive. She loved it when her husband would suck and nibble on them. He could do that for hours and she would let him do it. When he did she could feel her pussy come alive with a fervent hunger.
It was like a sexual pathway had developed between her tits and her pussy. Sometimes all she had to do was bare her breasts to her husband and she would feel herself getting moist between her legs.
She found herself staring at herself in the bathroom mirror. She was wearing a pair of dark blackberry-colored, button-fly stretch jeans that hugged her lower half. She was topless and her breasts were on display in the mirror.
Slowly she watched her own hands gradually slide upward to her breasts. It was as if she was watching someone's erotic homemade movie. She ran her hands all over her breasts, lifting them up and letting them jiggle back into place like cranberry sauce out of the can on Thanksgiving. Only there was just little more jiggle these days, but they were still firm and tantalizing.
Alicia took both nipples in her hands, lightly pinching them between her thumbs and forefingers. She thought about late last night. When everyone was asleep in bed, she read Ryan's erotic stories online, alone in the dark with only the glow of the computer screen. She thought about how she innocently teased her nipples as she read his words. How she could smell the sweet fragrance of her sex rising up from between her grinding thighs. How she longed to be fucked in the rain by a sexy black man like Preston, the main character in Ryan's erotic tale. She wanted to feel his big cock pounding deep inside her sloppy cunt making her cum over and over.
Alicia's pussy was throbbing as hard as her nipples were and her left hand had found its way deep inside her jeans. She watched her fingers dance inside her jeans through the mirror as she heard the clicking sounds of her juices saturating her lavender panties. She envisioned Ryan behind her in the mirror's reflection, fucking her from behind as she fucked herself with three fingers.
Alicia franticly unbuttoned her jeans with her free hand and let them fall into a pool of blackberry denim at her feet. The cool air hit her wet panties and sent a shiver down her spine. Her panties clung to her sex tightly. In the mirror she could see the patch of silky brown hair above her bald, engorged pussy outlined by the delicate material of her panties.
