Southern Hospitality Ch. 01

Picture after picture, pose after pose flooded his mind and before he knew it he had his cock in his hand, glancing between the pictures and the door as he worked himself up to a fervor as each picture flitted past. He was getting close, so close. A picture of her breasts. A picture of her ass. A picture of her cock. A picture of... What? What was that? He went onto the previous picture, his hand slowing.
She had a cock. And looking at it, it was nigh on twice the size of his. Not to mention twice as thick. The space around her cock was smooth and hairless, the erect length dominating the view of the camera, though the underside of her breasts and the bedding to the sides confirmed it to be her, no dick pics mixed in with her lovely lot.
He didn't know what to think or what to do. He bit his lip, finding his cock still hard between his thighs, curiosity driving him onwards to the next image, then the next. Different shots now, different angles, some showing her gripping it at the base, some focusing on the tip and a drop of precum that had formed there.
He bit his lip, his hand back on his cock, getting close, oh so close. His phone buzzed! The sudden noise caused him to gasp in surprise, shoving his hardness back into his pants and looking in shock towards the door, expecting to find it open. He hesitated, it was closed. He looked confused for a moment before his thoughts caught up to him, his attention turning to his phone.
He read the text message. "Hey, have you had a chance to look at my laptop yet?"
He blushed crimson, the moment having passed he closed the laptop, feeling an odd mix of guilt and shame as to what he had almost came to. He wasn't.. He wouldn't..
"Yes, I'll bring it back to you in a minute."
"Did you like what you saw?"
He stared at what the message said. He couldn't reply.
"Answer me."
Again, he couldn't reply, he was frozen in an instant.
"If you want to see more, I'm right next door."
She had to be kidding.
He shuffled his feet anxiously, glancing down at his phone and her text message. If you want to see more, I'm right next door. He couldn't even bring himself to reply to the text and yet his feet had carried him there, laptop under an arm. If I want to see more? Why would I want to see more of that?