The evening had settled, and the dim light from my room softly illuminated my silhouette. Comfortably attired in a pair of form-fitting jeans and a casual, silky top that nestled against my body, revealing a hint of my collarbone and the delicate shape of my breasts, I was lost in thought when my phone buzzed to life.
Jake: “Hey there, beautiful. How’s your evening? What are you wearing right now?”
Me: “Relaxed, just lying around. Wrapped in a pair of snug jeans and a sultry top that clings just right. And you?”
Jake: “Wishing I could see. I can only imagine how those jeans are hugging your curves. And that top? It must be teasing just a hint of what’s beneath.”
The warmth spread through my cheeks. A delightful shiver raced down my spine.
Me: “You always had a way with words. The top is silky, slightly translucent under the right light. You’d see a hint of my lace bra beneath if you were here.”
Jake: “The image you’re painting has me entranced. If I were there, my fingers would find the edge of your top, running along your waist, feeling the smoothness of the fabric, and the warmth of your skin.”
Reading his words, a bolt of excitement danced within me. My skin prickled with the imagined touch.
