I send you this photo while you're coming home from work and you know what you'll find when you get home. My mischievous smile says it all. We've both had a long week and haven't been able to see each other much. The growing tension for this night has been fresh on both of our minds filling us with lust and dirty thoughts in the spare moments of our days. Something about the way your foot instinctually pushes the gas to go that much faster gets you rock hard.
Your flashing E light blinks for the second time that day and you know that your car won't make it the full journey home. You begrudgingly turn into the closest gas station.
As you're standing at the pump the phone in your pocket buzzes reminding you of the pleasures waiting for you at home. When you pull it out to see my name flash across the screen it sends an electric shock vibrating up your spine. The photos from my text flash across your screen with the caption underneath, reading "I'm waiting.."
This was what I was good at. Catching your attention in two words and a photo of me turned around, round ass smiling back.
In the photo, my thong has dived deep into my ass crack and my hands are shown out of the picture, the sides of my white thong pulled out of frame. My ass is still on full display, but you wonder how deep my thong drove into my vagina as the fabric rubbed gently across my clit.
Your cheeks flush hot red and your breath slows at the memory of the last time we had sex. How you pushed my back down towards the bed as your hand drove my bright pink panties up my ass, ripping them in the process.
You see that tiny white thong and you wonder how it will hold up against your grasp as you thrust it towards the top of my back, trying to either get it to rip or reach my head, whichever came first.
The gas hose clicks signifying your tank is full, and you quickly finish up. The words, "Guess I'm going to have to play without you..." appear across your screen and you open the car door, typing, "I can't wait to fuck you up," as you make your way home
