I sat there for a good hour, just trying to figure out what to do with myself. I finally had the house to myself. After far too long, I had finally wrangled some alone time between my job and Lindsay, who was constantly telling me that I should relax. And now that I had the time, I couldn't think what to do with it.
I started off slow. Made a sandwich, did the dishes, swept the floor, vacuumed, and then, decided I could do with a bit of self-help, if you know what I mean. After a few minutes I realized things weren't going anywhere for some odd reason, and I gave up. Frustrated and a bit annoyed, I decided maybe a nap was in order.
Around six p.m. My phone rang, waking me out of a deep sleep. I saw it was Lindsay and picked it up, worried she might be getting into some sort of trouble.
"Hey Daddy," Lindsay said quickly. "Dani and Shelby want to know if I can stay the night."
"You're eighteen," I said for maybe the hundredth time since her birthday had passed. "Yes, you can stay. Just keep me informed."
"Okay. Love you daddy!" Lindsay said and I heard two other female voices repeat the phrase, as if they were having a bit of fun at her expense.
"Love you too," I said, and she hung up the phone.
I closed my eyes for maybe fifteen minutes before my phone buzzed. I had a text message. I grabbed my reading glasses and picked up my phone. It was an unknown number. I sighed. Fucking scammers. I dropped my phone to the bed and rolled over on my side. A minute later my phone buzzed again.
"Mother fuckers," I said, grabbing my phone again. They were becoming incessant. Messaging me, or calling my phone at all hours, day or night. I tried blocking them. I tried calling them back and fucking with them, trying to waste their time. I tried everything. I opened my phone and was about to hit the "block" button when I saw what looked like...a vagina.
"What the fuck?" I asked myself, and I opened the message, to find a couple of very strange things. One, the picture was not a vagina. It was someone's fingers and a piece of paper, made to look like the real thing, but only if it was very small. On the other hand, the message that was sent by "said unknown sender" was a pair of lips making a king of kissing expression, and what looked to be a very bad selfie-shot of half a breast. I could see the sender was wearing a blue shirt in the one pic, and in the other, she had on pink lipstick. I raised my eyebrows wondering who on earth was sending these to me, and if they knew who in the hell I was.
I thought about calling Lindsay back but decided against it. She was having her fun, and hopefully being responsible. If anything, I could tell her about this tomorrow, if I didn't forget about it between now and then.
I set my phone down and immediately got another text message. I picked up my phone and saw it was words this time. Same sender. "You don't like?"
"Who are you?" I sent, wondering if whoever it was, would just ghost me once they figured out who I was.
"Admire." Was the one word that came through. Oh gods. Whoever it was, didn't even know enough English to say "An admirer." I scoffed.
"Admire who?" I sent back, ready to shut my phone off and go back to sleep.
"Admire you." A moment later another photo arrived and this one, I had to download. I hit the pic and waited. A moment later, a large picture began filling the screen, and then the entire thing blinked into existence. It was a vagina, for real. I swallowed nervously. Clean shaven, looking extremely soft... I hated myself for not asking the question of all questions before anything else.
"God damn it," I said, typing into my phone. "How old are you?" I sent.
"Twenty-five," unknown sender replied.
I gave a sigh of relief. Well, at least I wouldn't have the feds knocking at my door at three in the morning. I gave myself a depreciating chuckle and started typing my next message. "Nice... pic."
"Wanna see more?" the sender replied.
"Sure," I sent.
Another picture came in. I had to download it too, but when it popped up on the screen, it was extremely blurry and pixelated. I could barely make out anything.
"What is that?" I asked.
"You don't see it?" Unknown sender replied. "Here. Better pic."
The next picture came through and my cock instantly got hard. She was squatting down, the back of her dress caught between her ankles and her ass, her legs spread open, and one hand, her free hand obviously, was spreading her tight pink pussy open. I could see the sparkling glint of the phone's flash off her wet juices coating her inner lips.
"Wanna taste?"
I felt my face flush. I typed quickly. "I do. But you prob don't want this."
"Bet." Came the reply. "You got a big one?"
I chuckled, my face turning even deeper red. "Not really," I replied. "Average."
"When you cun?" the unknown sender replied, misspelling the critical word.
"Cum? When do I cum? As often as I can," I typed.
"Mmm. When the last time?"
"Don't remember," I said.
Another picture came through. This time, it was a pair of twenty-some-year-old tits freshly pulled from the top of a dress, and hanging in front of a drop-dead gorgeous body that I could barely make out against a supremely dark background.
"You like?"
"I like," I replied, spreading my fingers on the screen so I could zoom in on her nipples and then I tried to see her face, but I could only see her chin. From what I could tell, she was a knockout.
"So... what you doing?" the unknown sender asked.
"Sleeping," I replied truthfully.
"I like older guys."
"How much older," I asked. Twenty-five put her at about the very lowest I would ever go, and I would never tell Lindsay if I ever did hook up with someone so young. Her mother would be rolling over in her grave. My mother-in-law would have me hanged.
"Quit playin," the sender messaged. "I wanna fuck."
My cock throbbed with mindless agreement. "God damn," I groaned, grabbing it and giving it a hard squeeze.
