Here’s [part 1.](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ud5f9w/mf_2624_she_had_a_lot_to_learn/)
After that first night with her, I knew I wanted to fuck her again, but I didn’t make any plans for that to happen. We were both just visiting for the holidays, and were headed back to the east coast after. I should’ve known that this quiet, passive girl had more gumption than she let on.
The next morning she texted about how my morning was going, and we talked about our various plans for the day. She had brunch plans with family, then she planned to hang out at home and catch up on work and shows. I was mostly hanging with family.
The texting died down once she went to brunch, and I thought it was nothing more than some polite post-coital messaging until I got a message around 4pm, a picture of a mimosa and the message “might have had one too many of these.”
I started texting her again, asking about her brunch, and she said she was home, trying to get work done, buzzed, and bored. She was the one who’d initiated the conversation, but she liked it when I was the one to ask questions and lead the talk.
We started talking about what she’d eaten, and she said she’d had too much french toast and was worried it would go straight to her gut. I told her what she wanted to hear, that she had a great figure, and somehow this led to us talking about her weight anxiety. She had an athletic build, but she was self-conscious.
I went on her insta and pulled up a photo of her in a bikini and told her she looked hot in it, she said thanks but that she only looked hot because of angle and lighting, so I told her to snap me a photo of herself at the moment, post-french-toast. She said “no, lol. You’re not going to like it,” and after a bit of back and forth I basically said I wasn’t asking for it, I was telling her to send it. She said okay, and send me a photo of herself looking up, I couldn’t tell if she was on her knees or what, but it sure looked like it, and again I told her she looked very good.
She said she’d lost weight recently, and started sending me old photos of when she was a little heavier. I would tell her exactly what I liked about each photo, and what was maybe not as good in one photo from the other, but the main point was me being very supportive.
The photos she sent were all of her dressed various amounts of clothing, from bikini to sweater and jeans, and, feeling satisfied with the talk, I told her to send me a photo of her bare chest. She didn’t respond for a while, but when she did, she was naked from the waist up, looking straight in the camera, lips puckered.
I was starting to understand she liked these remote tasks. We couldn’t fuck that night because I had plans with someone else, but all night I had her take various pictures in various angles. We ended when she said she was so wet and wanting to come, and I told her she had to wait to earn it. I planned to fuck her the next night, and I wanted her to up-the-wall horny when I saw her.
I was new to all this type of stuff, this remote power, this quiet, shy slut, and I was making up the rules as I went along. We both loved it. (Will post about the next day in the future.)
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ung3oj/mf_i_had_a_lot_to_learn_too