The Photographer (3)

Lara yelped as she was startled when he threw the phone. Nevertheless, Lara caught it, but the motion nearly caused the towel to come undone.

She quickly snatched it to her chest. There was a brief shadowy glimpse between her pink thighs as she shifted her position, and then she squeezed her legs tight together again.

Jacob froze up. When he got a hold of himself, he cleared his throat and muttered, “Sorry, I….” He tried to apologize as she looked up at him, blushing.

With that award situation, Jacob quickly retreated down the hallway to take a shower. It was his excuse as well as his cure. The cold shower helped him cool down, basically.

Despite that, Jacob, under the hot running water he did more lathering than was strictly necessary while replaying the scene in his mind and fantasizing about what might have been.

Before he realized it, his hand was already around his cock, pumping up and down. Jacob smiled bitterly. The cold w