Emily - Part Three - Sex Stories

Emily - Part Three

This is Part Three of what was originally supposed to be just two; written due to popular request. I suggest reading Parts One and Two for this part to make sense. We lay in each others arms, content for the moment to be connected in a non-sexual manner. But it wasn’t long before the flesh became willing again. This time the lovemaking was less frantic, more gentle, though certainly no less passionate. If anything, the cumming was sweeter, more satisfying. It would have been nice to spend the rest of the day, hell, the rest of the weekend, in bed; but, we both had obligations that filled the next two days. I was gone before lunch. We did keep in touch all afternoon Saturday, though. It was my first experience with sexting, and I went through my Saturday routine in a state of constant arousal, as Emily kept texting me pictures taken in the most unusual public places that kept my attention all day. I tried to reciprocate, but there just isn’t any male equivalent of a discreet up-skirt or down-blouse. The best I could do was a side shot showing a rather obscene bulge. But it did merit a pic back showing Emily giving me a big thumbs-up and an even bigger smile. It was now almost midnight, and I had just gotten into bed, intending to rub one out, when my phone rang. It was Emily. “Hey, are you in bed yet?” she asked in a low, sultry voice. “Yes, why?” “Are you hard?” “Um, yeah, why?" “Were you planning to jack-off?” Now she was sounding a bit more animated. “Definitely, why?” ...

... “Are you already naked?” Giggling. “What’s going on, Em?” “I want a picture.” Just like that. So matter-of-fact. “What?” “I want a picture of your hard, naked cock. I’ve been thinking about it all day. If I can’t have the real thing, then I want a picture. Send me one now, and I promise I’ll leave you alone until tomorrow.” “And if I don’t?” “Then your dick won’t be the only thing up all night,” she said, laughing. “Okay, okay. Although I’ve never really done this before.” “It’s easy,” she said, with more giggling. Then, in her best Lauren Bacall, she said, “You know how to take a picture, don’t you, Britt? You just point it, and click.” We both laughed. “Got it, point and click. One naked cock picture coming your way. I just hope it all fits in the frame.” “Bragging, are we?” “It ain’t a brag when it’s fact, ma’am,” I replied. I hung up, and took what I thought was a pretty good picture and sent it off. This time I got two thumbs up. When I came a few minutes later, it was fantastic. I never did hear from Emily on Sunday, and was kind of disappointed. I called and texted her a couple of times, but got no reply. I stopped in to the local watering hole for a drink late Sunday night, and was commiserating with Jack, the bartender. “You really sent a girl you just starting banging a ‘dick pic’, and now she’s gone dark? You better hope it doesn’t end up on the internet.” I went home somewhat worried. I thought that I knew Emily, but maybe I didn’t. I was about to fall asleep when my ...