She was away on holiday — warm nights, lazy mornings, and not nearly enough clothes — and he was home, horny, and restless. So he sent her something that had been simmering in the back of his mind: a story. Not just any story. Her story.

Lara was a curvy, brown-skinned goddess with a tight body, dark nipples, and a serious taste for being seen. She started out shy, hesitant — just like his wife had been — but in front of the camera, Lara transformed. She posed. She spread. She performed. The more eyes on her, the hornier she got. She wasn’t just a tease — she was a real life sex goddess.

And she loved every second of being watched.

He hit send.

No explanation. Just a message that read: “Thought you might like this.”

A minute passed. Then three.

Her reply came in emojis.

A peach. A tongue. Water droplets. A smirking face. No words, just pure, dirty suggestion. It was exactly the kind of response Lara would send — playful, naughty, but totally in control.

He grinned. That was not a no. That was definitely a “keep going.”

But nothing prepared him for what came next.

The next morning, his phone buzzed. A message. With photos.

And just like that — bam — there she was.

Topless.

Outdoors.

On the beach.

His wife — who a week ago had been a bit shy about going mono at the beach — was now sending him topless selfies like it was no big deal. And not just one cheeky snap. She gave him everything. Her breasts from above, from the side, soft and full, the curve perfect. Then laying on her stomach, arms folded under her chest, nipples pointing down toward the sand — as if to make sure he saw every possible angle. No accident. No hesitation. That was pure Lara — making damn sure the camera caught everything.

She was posing. And she knew it.

He felt his dick twitch before the second photo even finished loading.

Her breasts looked incredible — full, firm, perfect, the kind of tits you want to grab with both hands and squeeze until she gasps. Her nipples begged to be sucked. Her skin looked sun-warmed and soft, and the way her body curved… fuck. She was every bit Lara. Not just inspired by her. She was her.

He was hard in seconds. Uncomfortably so. He actually groaned — out loud — as he zoomed in. Her eyes had that look — knowing, teasing. Her lips were parted like she’d just exhaled on a moan.

He messaged her back: “Love seeing you sliding into the role. Can’t wait to see what’s coming next 💦.”

She replied with another tongue. And a wink. Followed by the word: “More?”

His cock pulsed at that. He adjusted himself under the waistband of his shorts, already leaking. More? Yes. More. Much, much more. But what he couldn’t stop thinking about wasn’t just the fact that she’d sent the photos — it was why.

She wasn’t doing this for the gram. She wasn’t just being flirty.

She was becoming Lara.

And she knew exactly what that meant — being watched, being displayed, and eventually… being taken.

That was what made him throb the most.

It wasn’t just the fantasy. It was her in the fantasy. Sending him topless pics was just step one. The real heat was in what came after. She was teasing now — but the way she moved, the way she smiled, it was clear she was thinking about more. Maybe slipping those bikini bottoms down. Maybe letting someone see her totally naked. Maybe being touched. Maybe spreading her legs for a stranger… and loving it.

His mind spun.

He couldn’t stop staring at the photos. At her nipples. Her bare chest. The way she looked in the mirror like she was asking, “You like this? Want to see more?”

Yes. God yes.

He gripped his shaft and squeezed, groaning again. He loved that she was doing this — not just for him, but for herself. That she was exposing herself. Exhibiting.

He had always loved that. Always loved when she showed herself off — even if it was just a flash of cleavage in public, or catching her stretching in front of the window in a crop top with no bra underneath. He loved seeing other men notice her. Want her.

But now?

Now he was seeing the edge blur.

She was teasing the idea of not just being looked at — but being taken.

By someone else.

And he wanted it.

He wanted to see her go all the way.

Wanted to see Lara come fully to life.

They were only a few days away from seeing each other again, but she clearly had no intention of waiting.

The topless photos had already pushed him to the edge. He’d replayed them over and over — zooming in, soaking up every inch of her bare chest, that sun-kissed skin, the look in her eyes. But today’s message was something else. Something dirtier. Deliberate. Controlled.

Lara had sent this one.

Just two words:

“One more.”
Then:

“Wanted to get Lara out of my system. For now.”

And then the photos came through. And fuck. She’d gone up a level.

She was on the beach again — late afternoon light, long shadows stretching over the sand. Her bikini bottoms were still on, barely. But up top, she was gloriously, deliberately nude. Her body shimmered slightly, still warm from the sun. Her nipples were tight, and the curves of her tits were framed beautifully by the way she leaned back slightly — like she was offering them up.

But this wasn’t just a shoot to show off her tits.

This time, her mouth was the focus.

In the first image, she was biting her lip lightly, tongue just peeking between her teeth. Sweet. Playful. A hint of mischief. But the next few? They escalated.

Her tongue was rolling around in her mouth, licking across her upper lip, curling slowly over her bottom one, glistening. In one close-up, she’d pressed it to the inside of her cheek, eyes half-lidded like she was already imagining something thick and hard filling her throat.

She knew exactly what she was doing.

His reaction was immediate. His dick was already getting hard before the second photo even finished loading. The sight of her like that — topless, nipples exposed, mouth wet and inviting — was more than just sexy. It was a promise.

She looked like she was ready to suck cock. Not in a “cute and naughty” way, but in the “I’m going to drop to my knees, take every inch, and stare you down while I do it” kind of way.

He couldn’t stop looking at her mouth.

It had always been one of his favorite things about her — the way she kissed, the way she licked her lips when she was turned on, the way she used it in her photos, the way she moaned around his shaft when she took him deep. But this was next level. She’d taken it and made it visual. She was performing, for him, and for Lara. And maybe for whoever had happened to walk by that beach and seen her posing like that.

The thought that someone else might have seen her like that — topless, tongue flicking, lips parted — made his dick throb painfully against his jeans.

He opened the last photo.

She was sitting on the sand now, legs folded beneath her, topless, back straight, and her tongue extended out — as if she was already preparing to show exactly what it could do. Her eyes were locked on the camera, mouth slightly open, expression soft but charged. Almost as if she was waiting for someone to unzip and step forward.

“This will get him excited,” she’d texted afterward.

She was right. He was rock hard, leaking, practically aching. But the photos didn’t just make him want to fuck her. They made him want to watch her. Really watch — not just in pictures, not just on screen. But in person. Live. As she used that mouth. As she showed off that tongue. As she opened wide for someone else.

And it didn’t stop there. He imagined her showing off her ass and her pussy in the same way, letting someone see everything up close, really up close — her ass, and her pussy, both glistening and inviting. like an open invitation to be explored.

And it hit him again: she was becoming Lara. And it was turning her on too.

Because when he messaged her back — “You look like you’re ready to wrap that tongue around something thick” — she replied instantly.

“I was thinking about it the whole time.”

He groaned. Loudly.

Maybe some guy walking by caught a glimpse of her tits, or that tongue, or the way she was kneeling in the sand like she was about to blow someone — and stopped in his tracks.

And she didn’t care.

She probably liked it.

The thought of her being seen like that — on display, horny, licking her lips like she was begging to be filled — had him right on the edge.

Because this wasn’t pretend anymore.

This wasn’t just playful exhibition.

This was Lara on her on the beach, offering her mouth, and exposing her breasts while doing it.

And the best part?

She was loving it.

And he loved that she was taking it further. That she wanted to be watched. That she wanted him to see her aroused, exposed, performing. That she was slowly stepping into this world where being touched, used, even fucked by someone else wasn’t out of the question — it was part of the turn-on.

This was Lara stretching her limits. Rolling her tongue over the line.

And if her mouth was any indication… she was ready to go deeper.