“Cheers,” Elliot raises his glass to me, and I touch mine to his, not really sure what we’re celebrating, but who fucking cares—we’re in Mexico for the night. “Have you ever thought about wearing your uniform out, man?”

“In public?” I question him.

“Yeah. You know the ladies dig a guy in uniform, we’d get so much pussy it’d be sick.”

“No way, that’d be fuckin’ corny.”

“Shut up. You know every time you tell a woman you’re a pilot, it’s like they automatically spread their legs for you.”

The bartender walks by, and Elliott orders us another round.

“We don’t all just bang every pair of spread legs, Elliott.”

“Why not, captain? You need to hook up with someone, to get past all the shit that went down between you and Char.”

“Nah, man. I can’t.”

“Why not?”

My phone vibrates, and I ignore Elliot, looking to see a text from Faye. As I read her words, he snatches my phone out of my hand.

“‘Just got Braxley down, now I’m relaxing. Hope Mexico is good,’” he reads out loud, then asks me, “Is this why?” showing me my phone.

I didn’t see the picture before; it must’ve just come through. I reach for my phone, but he pulls it away before I can take it and types something. Then he drops it on the bar, and I pick it up, looking at Faye’s pink toes under the running water of her bathtub. Then I read Elliott’s words, and I could punch him in his teeth.

Let me see more! is what he said to her. Fuck! He has no clue how things are between us. Or who she is or what she’s been through.

“You pissed?”

I’m more than pissed. I’m not even sure how to handle him right now. He’s drunk, and so am I, but I’m still coherent enough to know that message is just going to push Faye further away.

“I could fucking kill you, man.”

“Fuck off. I did you a favor. So who is this chick? You fucked her yet?”

“No, man, I haven’t. She’s just a friend.’”

Then on the center of the bar, my phone vibrates, and we both reach for it. Thankfully, I get to it first, and when I open the message, I’m so surprised to see more of her legs. This picture is from the thighs down, and my cock twitches.

“Let me see?” Elliott requests, reaching for my phone. But I put it into my pocket, tossing a hundred down on the bar. “I’ll see you at five,” I tell him.

“Oh, come on,” he hollers after me, but I ignore him and keep walking, heading back to my room. All the while, my eyes are on Faye’s legs looking at me through the clear water.

Entering my room, I walk out to the balcony and snap a picture of the ocean, contemplating what to say to her. Do I tell her that I didn’t send the text asking for more? ‘Cause, fuck, I want more.

Erasing the picture, I just type what I’m feeling, just like she did. You’re so fucking gorgeous.

Thank you, can I see you?

I snap a photo of myself feeling a little bit strange doing it, but she asked, and right now, I’m so horny. Sending it to her, she messages me, Where are you?

I send her the photo of the ocean from my balcony and say, My room.

Going back to her sexy picture, I want more. Dammit, I need more.

Can I see all of you? I ask her and then wait.

My cock is so hard waiting, and I worry I’ve pushed too far. Heading inside, I grab a beer from the mini fridge and flop stomach down on the bed, looking at the picture of her legs while I lie here.

I don’t know what it is about Faye that makes me want her so much, but I can’t help it. I didn’t want our first time to be like this, but maybe this is how it needs to be. Then I get a text from her, and it says, Are you that disappointed?

What do you mean? I respond.

In my body.

Going into my call log, I dial her phone number and the second she answers; I cut her off. “What are you talking about? Why would you think that?”

“Didn’t you get my picture?”

“Only the two of your legs. Did you send more?”

“Uh huh,” she’s quiet.

“I thought I pushed you too far.”

“No, you didn’t. I sent it to you.”

“Send it again,” I command her, and she asks me, “Are you sure?”

“Goddammit, yes! Don’t make me fly there right now and lose my job so I can prove it to—”

But my words are cut short as her beautiful body stares back at me. Her tits are huge, plump and round, with the softest pink nipples I’ve seen. Her stomach is flat and her pussy…“Fuck me,” I grumble out loud, and she says, “So you like it?”

“Faye, your body is so fucking perfect. You’re amazing.”

“I wish you were here,” she says, and I whisper, “Me too.” Imagining myself being there with her, “Are you still in the bath?” I ask her.

“Uh huh.”

“Will you touch yourself?”

“If you do.”

Rolling over, my dick gets harder from her words. Unzipping my pants, I wrestle my cock out. The need to come is so strong that as I grip the base of my shaft, my balls tighten and my cock pulsates in my hand.

Going back into my pictures, I look at her body as I stroke myself, and she says to me. “I need a picture of you.”

With my dick in my hand, I send it to her, and she gasps. “You like it?” I ask.

“Uh huh.”

Soft moans pour out of her, and I wish I was there to see her making them. “Tell me what you’re doing.”

“I’m…I’m sorry I’ve never done this.”

“Me neither. Just close your eyes and imagine I’m there with you.”

“‘Kay.”

“Fuck, I’m hard.”

“Mmmhhh,” she moans, and I move faster, jerking myself at the speed I can visualize myself pounding her.

“Fuck, I want you,” I tell her.

“Me too,” and I never thought I’d hear her say those words back. I never thought we’d be at this point, but we are, and fuck, it’s good.

She moans long and soft, her noises are like music to my ears, and my body reacts to it. “Talk to me,” she requests.

“Jesus, you’re gorgeous.” I look at the picture again stroking my cock all the way to the tip.

“Oh God, I’m gonna come.”

“Fuck, Faye,” I grunt, giving over to the pleasure too.

“Oh, Thane,” she moans loudly, and cum shoots from the tip of my dick. My orgasm is fucking intense. I can’t believe we just did this. After not being able to kiss, then this is how we begin things? How fucking backward is that?