6 comments/ 78905 views/ 2 favorites Take My Picture By: chastity420 She stood next to him seemingly staring at the floor. The many working around them took her bowed head as heavy concentration. In reality she was looking at him, staring at the front of him. Admiring the way his shirt showed his defined chest and slim mid section and hips. His thighs were always something to drool over! She saw pure beauty and wanted to touch it, but she couldn’t. He was the youngest photographer she ever hired. At the age twenty this man was an expert at what he once called a hobby. His pictures were brilliant, so clear and held such emotion. Perfect for the magazine she edited. Wild Life was Samantha’s magazine and Nate was her star photographer. He won the honors by submitting the finest photographs for a contest the magazine held yearly. The pictures were so good that Samantha felt compelled to ask the young man on to the staff. He gladly accepted the offer, saying the money could help him finally go to college. The first time she looked at him she saw his beauty and now months after working side by side with him, picking just the right photos for the lay out, she found it hard to keep her hands to herself. Samantha was also young for her position at the magazine, only 29 and already head editor. She was promoted because of her superb writing skills. She wrote the articles that made the magazine number one of its type. Now they worked next to each other picking out the perfect pictures for her article. He pushed one of his favorites towards her. When she made no comment he bowed his head so that he could see her eyes. She snapped out of her trance and apologized to him. “I’m sorry, I’m kind of out of it, that’s a good one, perfect actually, I’ll use it.” He smiled happily at her, so proud that every one of her stories was accompanied by only his pictures since he started working for her. She was so interesting to him, such a passion for her job. Her eyes sparkled at him when she was happy with his pictures, constantly complimenting his skill. He thought about her at home, at the office and when he was out with his friends. Why couldn’t he find a girl like her, she was perfect in every way. Her boyfriend was probably some kind of Mr. Universe. Besides, he thought she just thinks of me as a kid. She looked so tense standing there next to him analyzing the pictures. He wrapped his fingers around the back of her neck and gently massaged her tight muscles. She leaned back against his touch and closed her eyes. “Thanks kid, I needed that.” She said turning her face towards his. “You’re lucky, that’s the exclusive Nate massage.” He said, smiling at her. Samantha glanced down at her watch and saw that it was already 7 o’clock at night. “All right guys and girls, we are calling it quits for the night, see you all Monday at 8am” She announced to the office. “Well, I need a drink! See you Monday?” “Sure, but hey, if you need a drink I know where you can get a lot of them for free.” He said. She raised an eyebrow and looked him quizzically. He continued, “My older brother is throwing a huge party at his house tonight and you could come with me if you want.” She turned towards her office to collect her belongings and signaled Nate to follow. “How old is your older brother and what’s he throwing a party for?” she asked. “He’s twenty five; his girlfriend just broke up with him so he’s buying a half barrel to celebrate his freedom.” He answered Samantha sat in her chair and bent over to grab her brief case she craned her head to look up at him. “Good music? Lots of people?” “Yep its going to be a good time, I promise. I’m the designated driver for a few of his friends so I can drive you home if you need.” He said enthusiastically. “I’ll go; I just need some time to go home, shower and change. I’ll call you when I’m ready and you can tell me where to meet you.” She got up and turned off the lights; Nate followed behind her and locked her office door. He watched the back of her as they walked through the empty office together. Her curls bounced slightly, her hips swayed, her calf muscles tense under her nylons, finished off by her small feet delicately working her black leather pumps. Normally she dressed down in the office, but her morning had been packed with meetings, which meant that Nate got the pleasure of seeing his pretty little boss in nylons and heels. They stepped in to the elevator with a few other people, and were silent all the way down to the parking garage. Samantha stepped out of the elevator and pushed a button on her key chain. Nate parked further then Samantha, so he walked her to her car. “Okay, try to be ready by ten; I don’t want to get there too late.” Nate said as he walked away. “No problem, I’ll see you by ten.” Samantha half-shouted at him. Nate drove up in a different car then he normally drove, Samantha didn’t know it was him at first. He saw her sitting on her front stairs. She wore a faded pair of bell bottom jeans, the bottoms slightly frayed, and a black button up the front cotton shirt. The first three buttons undone showing a little bit of cleavage and her long hair in a pony tail, curls pouring over her entire head. She realized who it was and sauntered towards the car. Nate got out and opened the door for her. She looked him up and down taking in the sight of his tight well defined body. He wore a pair of olive cargo army pants and a long sleeved black t-shirt. His blue eyes sparkled at her, appreciating her silent praise of his appearance. They drove together making small talk, music, movies and “time to leave” procedures. Nate and Samantha walked up the packed drive way to the house. Nate’s brother stood in front of the house, holding a beer and talking to a female. “Josh,” Nate interrupted, “this is Samantha, my boss.” “Hello Samantha, nice to meet you. I’ve heard so much about you, Nate was right you are little hottie.” Samantha blushed and looked at Nate who was also obviously embarrassed. “Come on lets get you a beer.” Nate said as he escorted Samantha into the house. “You told your brother that I was a ‘little hottie’?” Samantha asked. “Those were not my exact words. I said that you were short and umm yeah hot.” Nate was blushing and smiling profusely. Samantha laughed “Well thank you sweetie, you’re pretty cute yourself.” She reached up and patted his head. They reached the keg and waited in line for beer. The music playing was loud but sounded good, there was about fifty people gathered all over the house. Age groups ranged, but Nate was the youngest, the only person under twenty one. He placed a beer in her hands and said “let’s mingle.” He grabbed her arm and pulled her into a spacious living room filled with groups of people. Nate walked her up to a group huddled in a corner; they were passing around a joint. One of them handed it to Samantha, she took a long hit and passed it to Nate, who looked stunned as he took it from her and held it to his lips for a hit. “Don’t look so shocked, it’s the weekend!” She said with a grin on her face. The group was a mix of art college grads and students. The conversation was great, the beer and weed helped Samantha relax. She was having a great time, Nate was the perfect date, he got her beer when she needed more and always had something interesting to add to the conversation. After a bit of chatting Nate asked Samantha if she would like to dance. They moved out into the middle of the room where there was a large group of people dancing. The song playing had a fast techno beat, easy to dance to. Nate put his hands on Samantha’s hips manipulating her movement. Samantha felt a rush of lust; he was so strong and had such piercing blue eyes. He moved behind her and pulled her hips back to meet his pelvis, their bodies grinding together. Samantha had her eyes half closed drowsy from the alcohol and weed, half blinded by lust. She felt Nate’s fingers moving down her hips, and towards her thighs. His fingers pushed into the flesh on the front part of her leg, daring to dip between them. She felt herself panting; Nate was making little bites at her neck, whispering in her ear. She couldn’t hear what he was saying, it didn’t matter she liked the way his hands felt too much. He had his other hand tucked in between their bodies caressing the back of her inner thigh. Through her jeans she felt one of his fingers brush against her lips. She sighed and leaned harder against him for support, letting her head fall against his shoulder. Nate’s hand was hidden by his body so he felt obligated to explore further. He rubbed two fingers from the top of her ass crack all the way between her thighs and up to where her clit would be. He felt her heavy breathing and continued the slow motion up and down her clothed pussy. He could feel the crotch of her jeans getting moist, and couldn’t wait to get them off of her. Samantha was shocked by Nate’s boldness, but was getting so much pleasure from his touch. She was hoping this would make her forget her and her boy friend’s ugly break up yesterday. She turned around to face him; he immediately wrapped his arms around her torso, resting his chin on her head. She pushed her head up and looked at the under side of his chin, she puckered her lips and let out a hard sigh against his neck. He slightly pushed her away and looked down at her. She looked at him through her lashes and grabbed at the back of his head pulling his neck back within range of her lips. Nate wanted this woman in a bad way, but cared for her too. He wondered what went wrong this morning at work, her eyes looked puffy when she arrived in the morning and he only managed to get a smile from her once or twice. He pulled away from her kisses and looked down at her. “Was there something wrong at work today, you seemed so sad?” “Dan and I broke up yesterday, it sucked pretty badly. I don’t really want to talk about it.” “Hmm well at least you’re here dancing with me. I mean after all he can’t be as artistic as me, and I’m sure my body is much better. See, you get it all with the Nate package.” He smiled into her face, feeling better since her confession, now he just wanted to cheer her up. She smiled up at him, amused by his faux confidence. These were things he said at the office when everyone was tense, no body took him seriously they knew his ego was slim to none. She put her hand on the back of his neck and kissed his throat soundly, before dropping her head back onto his chest. He played with her curls wrapping them around his fingers. She moved her hands up the front of him, over his stomach and up to his chest. The muscles were so tight, so toned; she could feel his heart beating fast under her hands. He wrapped his hand around her hair and pulled her head back, he kissed her throat then her earlobe, leaving small spots of moisture tingling on her skin. She sighed heavily and stared at his lips as they moved closer to hers. His hand was fastened tight in her hair and she felt a slight tug. His dominant actions nearly made her swoon; she felt her insides throbbing. The kiss was long and needy, both pulling each other closer, grabbing at each others clothes. When Samantha finally broke the kiss, she looked up at Nate with her eyes half closed. He was smiling down at her, his erection pressed against her stomach, subdued by his clothing. She wanted him so badly and knew he wanted her, but he was her employee. As a senior staff member she could not fraternize with members of the junior staff. Nate didn’t know what to expect after that kiss, all he wanted was to be inside of her. Watching her nude body underneath his, making her moan. Josh broke the spell “Nate, you’re needed! There are a few people you need to drive home.” “Okay, I’ll be ready in a minute.” Nate turned towards Samantha, “I’ll be back in an hour or so, if you want I can drive you home then.” “That’s fine I need to dance a little more anyway I think. See you soon.” Samantha waved at Nate and he was gone, she suddenly felt so tired. She made her way to one of the sofas and leaned her head back on the soft cushion and tucked her feet in behind her. She was thinking about Nate and how beautiful his body would look naked when she drifted into a light sleep, the loud music waking her from time to time. Samantha was coming out of her sleepy state extremely turned on. It was as if someone was running their hands over her body while she was asleep. The sensation was there again, a hand running from her ankle up to her inner thigh. She opened her eyes a little and looked down to her lap. It was Nate; he was stroking her thigh now, looking down at her. She turned so that her knees were bent, feet flat on the couch next to Nate’s thigh. He smiled at her realizing that she was enjoying his touches. His hand became bolder, letting his fingers run all the way up her inner thigh to the spot where her leg met her torso. Samantha spread her knees a little more giving Nate more access. He got on his knees between hers and leaned down to kiss her. He kissed her lips then her neck, then the top of each of her breasts. His hands moved up her stomach then to her breasts he let the palms of his hands feel for her hard nipples. Samantha gasped, Nate’s body was pressed against hers, she could feel him pressing into the wet crotch of her jeans. She pulled her legs around him and grinded her hips against his. “I think we should stop Samantha, a crowd is gathering” Nate said as he crawled out from between Samantha’s legs. Samantha looked around at the staring faces; she blushed a dark shade of red. “I think you’re right, why don’t you take me home.” Samantha got up from the couch straightening her clothing. Nate opened the door for her and let her in the car. She turned her knees towards the driver’s side and rested the side of her face against the head rest. Nate got in and started the engine, he glanced at Samantha. It looked like she was ready to pass out. By the time Nate drove up to Samantha’s door she was sleeping. He kissed her cheek and said her name. She woke up and looked at him “Thanks for the great night kid, and thanks for driving me, see you on Monday.” She opened the car door and walked to her door. Nate sat in the car watching to make sure she got into her house okay. When she disappeared inside he drove off. He was so disappointed with the way things turned out; she was all over him at the party then back to calling him “kid” by the time he got her home. Samantha collapsed onto her bed thoroughly exhausted from her long day and even longer night. Before she passed out she saw that her clock read 4:30 am, she had been up for twenty four hours, and now she was finally going to sleep. Samantha’s weekend was boring, and long. All she could think about was Nate’s hands all over her body. Her ex came to pick up a few of his things from her place and she just said “hi” and ignored him the rest of the time. It was like she was on a different planet. She couldn’t wait to see Nate, but at the same time wondered what she should do. He was so young and was her employee, there was no way there could be a relationship, at least not a serious one. Monday finally came and Samantha was at the office by 8am. She couldn’t wait to see Nate; he should be in by nine she thought. When nine hit and still no Nate she became concerned and asked her receptionist if she had any messages. “Yep, here ya go.” Stephanie handed Samantha a folded piece of paper. Samantha unfolded the piece of paper and walked back to her office. It was a phone message from Nate. “Arrived in Oregon, will be back by Wednesday the latest with some fantastic pictures.” She had forgotten that he had to leave for Oregon on Saturday. Hadn’t she told him that she’d see him on Monday? Well, she thought, this sucks. That was the longest Monday she had ever spent, she had a lot of work to do to finish the current issue, a day long meeting scheduled for Tuesday to show “the powers that be”, the final lay out of this month’s issue. Tuesday morning came and Samantha was dressed to kill, she wore her black leather pumps and a black pinstriped suit coat with skirt to match. Her day was one long meeting, and boring as hell. Samantha was showing the CEO out of her office when she caught a glimpse of Nate standing in front of his desk. She walked Rick to the elevator, shook his hand and turned to face Nate. His eyes were on her, surveying her entire body. She winked at him, letting him know that she caught him in the act. She sauntered towards him slowly, swaying her hips gently. “How was Oregon?” She asked. “I took some great pictures and after developing them I found one that I forgot that I even took.” He handed her a large black and white glossy. It was her, taken on Friday night. The view was from above her. she was sleeping, her head was resting against the back of a large couch her knees were drawn up to her chest and a significant amount of her cleavage swelled in the v of her shirt, her make-up looked perfect and her lips were in a pout and slightly parted, she looked angelic. It was the most beautiful picture anyone had ever taken of her. She was speechless. Nate smiled down at her. “When I saw the negative I decided to develop it immediately, I’m damn glad I had my black and white film on me that night! I knew it would be a great picture, what do you think?” “Nate, it’s beautiful!” She exclaimed holding the picture to her chest. “My day is over I can go home now so I think I will.” She stammered feeling dumb-struck, suddenly after wanting to talk to him for days now she had nothing to say. It was still very early, 2 pm; the entire office was still there. “So we’ll go over the pictures tomorrow then?” Nate asked. “Sure, the next issue has gone down to print already, so if you want you can go too.” “Nothing to do around here I’ll walk you to your car.” Nate said as he picked up his portfolio. Samantha nodded and got all of her things together. She met Nate at the elevator, and stood silently with him waiting for the loud “ding”. It came and the doors opened, it was empty except for them. Nate stood coolly against the back rail of the elevator waiting for the door to close, Samantha just in front and to the side of him. The doors slammed and his fingers were immediately on her neck. He pulled her to him, her ass pushed into him and she laid her head back on his shoulder. He put one hand on her hip and reached one across the front of her, feeling his way under her suit coat. He kissed the side of her face, and rubbed his palm over the cup of her bra. He felt her nipples get harder, and his cock swelled against the back of her. The elevator stopped and the doors began to open, they were already at the parking garage. Samantha snapped out of her haze and straightened her clothes; Nate did the same and followed Samantha to her car. When she got to the front of her car she turned toward Nate and began “Nate, this cannot happen! You are my...” Nate interrupted her by pushing her back against her car with his body, and unbuttoning the top button of her blazer. Samantha lost, she wanted him more then anyone that she could remember, His fingers felt so good pinching at her now, exposed nipple. He reached down to her knees and rubbed his hands up her thighs pulling her skirt up to her waist. He forced her to slide to the hood of the car and let his hands explore her nylon clad lower half. His hands slid up her thighs to her pubic region, coming close but never touching her pussy which was covered by only a thin layer of panty hose. She moaned against his lips, and clawed into his shoulders, begging for more. His fingers played against her thighs then came up her lips fast, right above her clit. He lightly traced her lips with two finger tips applying more pressure each time he reached her clit. She threw one arm around his neck and reached her other hand down to the front of him. She rubbed her hand over the outline of his hard cock pressing against his pants, he moaned a little and pushed his pelvis hard to her hand. He pushed his fingertips between her lips and rubbed the nylon over her clit, enjoying the wetness that was soaking his fingers. They were both in a complete state of ecstasy; she now had her hand down the front of his pants and was stroking him slow and hard. Samantha could feel that she was going to cum, she stroked Nate faster, letting his pre-cum lubricate her strokes. Nate pushed his body closer to hers; pressing their hands together grinding into each other. “You are so wet Samantha.” Nate said through clenched teeth, grinding harder and harder against her, pushing his fingers harder and faster against her clit. He felt her legs tense around him “Cum for me baby.” The orgasm racked her body, she could feel cum flowing out of her, small waves of chills ran through her body, and she cried out. Samantha could feel Nate’s body tensing up, through her state of blind ecstasy. She pulled her fingers up and down the shaft of Nate’s cock faster and harder. He gripped her thighs hard and let out a loud moan, her fist filled with his cum, his body shaking against hers. He rested against her until the spasms of his orgasm stopped. Take My Picture? reetings Lords and Ladies of Literotica, it’s me, Gina and I am back with the second installment of my tale. I wanted to thank all of you who read and responded to my first story. Thank you for the praise, comments and yes the occasionally criticism. It may not always be pretty, but I promise to keep it true. Well as close as I can recall on some things....;-) Enjoy Gina Can I take your picture? So this is something that happened to me about three months after my divorce cleared. ( Note- The divorce was the saddest portion of my life. I was no saint, playing an equal part in the break-up. But Daryl was by no means guiltless in our years together. Anyway, I wished him luck, he could have the house, I took off and shared an apartment with one of my coworkers from the bookstore.) So my life now revolved around a few things. 1) Rekindling and nurturing my artistic side. 2) Living my life, on my own terms and on my own clock. 3) Meeting, dating, becoming intimate with or plain ole fucking men that were once unattainable to me. Well my attempt at rekindling my artistic side ended up blending nicely into the last thing on my new list of “to do’s” I attended an exhibit of Cambridge an other area artists one Friday night. It was fantastic group of writers, sculptors, painters and photographers. I was in the mix and felt woefully inadequate. I mean after years of not touching a single pencil I was taking baby steps back into the world of figure drawing and life studies. Well I went alone, not too sure if I might meet someone. So I got all dressed up,( Guys pay attention- a tight sleeveless lilac colored sweater and a black silk mini) and arrived an hour after opening. The place slowly filled up and I waited on the edge of the groups forming. I used this time to take a spin around the galleries. Some of the stuff was fantastic, real emotionally driven sculptures, while there was abstract paintings that looked like a drunk monkey threw it together. I wander into a series of prints, large digital reproductions in black and white. I was stunned. I saw lines of bodies, naked, fully revealed or partially clothed. Black, white, Asian. It was gorgeous. And the photographer waited at the end of the line surrounded by a small flock of friends and groupies. So dare I describe him? No, I wouldn’t do him justice. But I will anyway. He was a cross between Lenny Kravitz and the gorgeous guy on CSI. hair was slightly grown out, a bit kinky, light coffee skins, he wore great jewelry around his neck, tucked inside a simple white button down shirt and perfectly baggy worn jeans. His foot wear, some freakishly large bowling shoes. Anyhow, I manage to slowly nudge up to the group and introduce myself. Oh I forgot to tell you his name, the photographer, Ashton. Ashton Richardson, dad is Jamaican, mom an Italian, from what I read of his bio at the opening of the gallery. Hmm....something we have in common. The Italian blood. Hey here comes one of the waitstaff. And there is wine on the tray. Sure I’ll take one. Ashton was a total charmer. So how do I compete with a room full of artistic women, me being the oldest woman in the room by eight years? I push it. After a long explanation about how he find models, male and female, I ask him would he consider me for a photo? I am sure he has had this type of badgering before, but damn I wanted to get him alone with his camera. Night drags on, I flirt with another few guys, get hit by some others, but all the time I am waiting for Ashton to say something, approach me. Anything. 10 o’clock the show wraps up and women are giving numbers and email addresses to Ashton hand over fist. I am playing it cool, mainly because, I’ll admit it, I couldn’t figure him out yet. I am heading out and who do I hear behind...Ashton. “Gina, I am sorry I wasn’t able to talk tonight. Shows like this are so hectic..” blah, blah, blah. “But you seemed genuinely interested in working with me. So I wanted you to know I think we might be able to do something.” Ga-ga...I was drooling. Should I have played it differently...hell yeah. But after a night of basically being ignored, I swallowed the bait. “I’d love to!” Tee-hee-hee. I was awful. Brain dead girl, pining for the handsome guy. “If it’s not too late, maybe we could hang out, talk some more, in private.” “Sure.” I said..again...completely bending. “We could go back to my apartment. I’d love to show you some more of my work, the pieces I don’t put on display at public shows.” I jumped on that invitation like I planned on jumping on him when I had my chance. A short walk to his apartment in Central Square. Not bad, small, decorated OK. But his photos were everywhere. Lots of personal stuff, family, friends, still life. Just fantastic. As I write this I have a photo of his from Nova Scotia sitting above my computer. Well he brings out some Australian wine, sip-sip. More courage Gina. Giggle, flirt. Gently slap his shoulder. I was either going perfect or a complete fraud and embarrassment to women everywhere. Well it didn’t matter what I did next, Ashton was in total control once he brought out his portfolio. I won’t bore you with details of everything else, I’ll just simply say, Page 11. There on Page 11, in black and white, on a sheet measuring 8x10, was a self portrait of Ashton. As I turned Page 10, he stopped me and said if I felt uncomfortable with nudity I should stop. I laughed and boy was I God damn surprised! Asthon Richardson stood there, completely nude for the camera. Broad chest, great shoulder, sinewy forearms, flat stomach, thick thighs and an amazing cock. But what TOTALLY killed me was the definition reaching down to that marvelous “appendage” Ashton had those two defined muscles running from the sides of his stomach, in a V, down to the clean shaven base of his dick. I was stunned. I swoon at that alone. I believe I did gasp. I do remember putting my hand up near my mouth in surprise and looking over at him right after. He had such a wicked grin on his face. Ashton was a born exhibitionist I would come to find out over the coming weeks. Grew fast and large, and young. Always dated women older than him and knew early on his art and sexual life could easily come together at opportune moments. I was lucky enough to be there at one of those moments. I can only hold my frustration in for so long before I just lay it all out. I recall a date with an Irish-Italian guy right after the divorce, Kevin, he was cute, shy yet hinted at his endowment. Well knowing what I know about Irish guys, I was interested if he was all talk. So I got him in the apartment, ordered him to kiss me and 10 minutes later I was being thoroughly fucked by a long ,WIDE cock. The largest white guy I have ever been with to this day. But that is another story for another time. I digress. I basically did the same thing with Ashton. I held his hand, put it on my leg, looked at him and said, “Stop fucking talking and kiss me!” All right..time to dish the dirt on ole Ashton. Great to look at, great body, nice cock, but that boy could NOT kiss to save his life. What a huge let down. I cannot tell you how much kissing means to me. Very important. I thought maybe it was me, maybe it was nerves, maybe we’d get to know each other. But the kissing was plain awful. I was completely turned on though, I remember the flush feeling rushing over me and the electricity when his hands cupped my breasts. His tongue however played expertly on my nipples and when I opened my thighs to his tongue, in that case he did not let me down. I remember just having one little orgasm after another, I was so worked up and dying to consummate the deal. When I get like that I get totally crazy. I ruined his shirt, tore than damn thing off, yanked down his pants and found...to my surprise..one large penis and no underwear. Very sexy. He was fascinating to me because he was very narcissistic and loved to look at his own cock as we fucked. I noticed when I would occasionally open my eyes, I would find him looking down at his cock entering me and smiling. Smug bastard. As he should be, he was a fantastic fuck! What was a turn on for me was to see him reach into a drawer and pull out a lovely little gold condom package and see one blessed word, MAGNUM! So I have my shallow moments....who doesn’t. OK..on the issue of oral. I love it. I love to give and receive. I love the power and pleasure I can give to a man. I also love the feeling of some men in my mouth. What I noticed about Ashton....coffee. I would find out the next morning he LOVED coffee and consumed lots of it. I could tell then night before because cum tasted like damn instant coffee or something. So I am overstating, point being, I could tell. It was bitter. OK, I am no doubt ruining the mood here. What else can I tell you about me and Ashton right now...? Hmm, I know. I did end up posing for him the next day. Bare ass naked. Oh and the other thing, for you guys reading this. Ashton was the first guy I let tit fuck me. Was an interesting experience. More on his end than mine. but damn that was part of the turn on. Him writhing and arching into me....ooh boy...getting hot again. That’s it for now. Another installment coming soon. Ta-ta and kisses Take My Picture--Please. Note: This story was inspired by an excellent story written by headcrash. Hope you don't mind my stealing your idea, man. I like to wander around the streets of Paris during tourist season and try to pick out the tourists from the locals. Most of the time it isn't very hard, especially since "tourist" in Paris means someone from almost anywhere in the world. They are also the ones looking all around in wonder and very often are carrying cameras. When I see someone taking pictures of their companions, I usually offer my services on the assumption that they would prefer to be in the picture if it were possible. I don't remember ever being refused and they are usually quite grateful. On this particular day, I had already volunteered as a photographer several times. The sunlight had that special Paris quality that day and people were almost giddy with the atmosphere, the sunlight and the realization that they were visiting the true center of the universe. If not yet, they would become convinced as soon as they went to the observation deck of the Eiffel Tower. Yes, I've been to the top of the Empire State building and the World Trade Center (sigh). I know that Paris is not in the same league with NYC as far as tall buildings go, but nowhere on earth is there the feeling that emanates from my beloved Paris. He was portly, balding, sweaty and red faced. She was Summer and sunlight and gossamer and lace and daisies and cinammon. I stood in awe of her as he clumsily attempted to operate the camera. I quickly snapped off a couple of shots of her pose with my own camera before offering my services, just in case they were declined. I would kill myself if I allowed this vision to be permanently gone, although she was seared into my retina to a degree that just might remain there forever, if I was lucky. She accepted radiantly. He was more reluctant. He had heard stories about strangers simply walking away with cameras. They posed with bright smiles, arms entwined. I offered to make a series of shots. Anything to stay in her presence. At my urging and direction, they waved, assumed touristy-type stances and even followed my instructions to stand apart, bend at the waist and kiss on the lips, framing Notre Dame in the arch of their bodies. I know, I know, but they were tourists, right? When I couldn't remain inventive any longer, I reluctantly returned the camera and steeled myself for the loss of her company. "Well, hey fellow! You did a great job. How much do I owe you?" I explained that it was very much my pleasure and that it would be unthinkable to accept money for being allowed to photograph them. She smiled radiantly and suggested that they could treat me to a coffee or aperitif, at least, and could I suggest a nice, quiet place, her feet were killing her. As it turned out, I did know a very nice place right around the corner. As we sat and watched the other tourists, I introduced myself and explained that I lived in Europe and devoted a lot of my time to people-watching, but they were the nicest people I had watched, so far. While he mumbled something, she fully grasped my meaning and gave me another sweet smile, with a shake of her long auburn hair. "Daddy and I are here to celebrate my graduation from high school. Mom couldn't come and they wouldn't let me come alone, so here we are, Daddy and I." AHHHH! The prayers that I had not even been aware of uttering had been answered. She was not a child bride, nor was she eye candy for a business man or his trophy wife. She was fair game--beautiful, somewhat innocent and uncommitted --maybe. "What about your boy friend. Couldn't he come?" "There's no way that son-of-a-bitch is ever laying a hand on my Lisa again. I threw the bastard out of the house for what he tried to do at her eighteenth birthday party. He won't be back." "Daddy, daddy, daddy. You can't protect me from everybody." She wiped his sweaty forehead with her hanky while her eyes told me she had decided he wouldn't protect her from me. My heart pounded. Surely they could hear it. The sound of blood coursing through my inner ear was so loud I failed to hear the next thing she said. "I said that I really appreciated what you did for us, but I'm wondering if I might persuade you to do me one more little favor?" As long as it didn't involve the torture of small animals of the loss of both arms, I was ready and tried to let her know in a dignified manner, assuming that a fast head nod that spilled drool qualified as dignified, that is. "Well, after all, it is Paris and we all know its reputation for being a wide open sex city, don't we?" "Lisa! Please." "Oh, Daddy. You might as well hush. You know I can twist you around my little finger, don't you?", said with a devilish smile while she traced her pink fingertip across his lips. "Well, um, huh, well err." "Hush, Daddy. You're out of your league. I was just going to ask this gentleman if he would mind giving us a guided tour of the dark side of Paris. I'm sure he knows it well." She had me there. Of course I was not a taxi driver or a resident, but I was one hell of a voyeuristic, frequent tourist. I knew the places she meant, but none that would be too dangerous to take her. I even knew a few things that most Parisians would not notice, that she might find intriguing. We started our walking tour along Boulevard Sebastopol. Within a few blocks, we were in an alley that is probably a red light district at night, but during the day is sparsely populated with people. Several sex shops offering various wares surrounded us. "Let's go in that one!" "Now Lisa." "Daddy! Do you want to go back to the hotel?" "No, but..." "Just hush, Daddy. When we get back to Boston, you can be the big, bad daddy. Right now, we are in Paris, it's my trip and we have a great guide. I want to see the things I could never see at home. Now do you want to go with us or not?" Talk about your sales closers. All of his choices included she and I taking a sex tour of Paris. All she offered him was the opportunity of dragging along. "Ok, hon. You know I can never refuse you. Just try not to walk too fast. Ok? My feet are already killing me." "Poor Daddy. Just sit here on this bench and wait while we check out this shop. Maybe you can get a few pictures of those naughty French girls who don't wear underwear." "Lisa!" "You're bringing me down, Daddy. Last chance." "Ok, ok. Don't be too long", accompanied by a look at me that promised multiple lifetimes in Hell if I did anything bad to his baby. "Come on! Hurry!" She grabbed my hand and ran into the shop as if they might put everything away if she didn't see it immediately. "Oooooh! What's that?" "just what it looks like, baby. It's a rubber dick." "What's it for?" "Just what it looks like. It's for stuffing up tight little twats." "You mean like mine?" Be still, my heart! "Is your twat tight?" "Umh huh. Is yours that big?" Her hand found where I keep it. "Oh, my! I think maybe it is! Show me!" "Do you always get what you want?" "Umh huh, always. Show me your cock, please, pretty please. I want to see the big man's big nasty cock. Here, I'll make you a deal. I'll give you my panties if you will show me your cock. Deal?" It was a rhetorical question, at best. She flipped her mini up and wriggled her thongs to her feet then stepped out of them and stuffed them in my shirt pocket. "I'll just put them here so you can smell them better." At least she allowed me to face away from the sales clerk as she unzipped me and wrestled her prize into the open air. "Oh. It is bigger." Her head bobbed below my waist as she took a taste test. Too late, I noticed the anti-shoplifting mirrors. The sales clerk was watching everything with a smirk. From that distance, it was difficult to tell whether he was admiring her technique, her toy or her ass. After all, it was Paris. He made no move or sign to stop us and Lisa was quickly rewarded for her efforts by a blast that must have paralyzed her tonsils. "Umm. Too bad we don't have time for you to try me, but maybe this will hold you. Her fingers that had apparently been in her cunt while she sucked were now in my mouth. Her lithe body pressed into mine. "Buy me one of those, and those and two of these. Those look interesting, Get them, too." The clerk explained the purpose of the vibrating Ben Wa balls with the remote control. "Shall I wrap them or will you wear them." I suppose the smirk was painted on. Hope the bastard's face froze in that position. "Wear them? Why, what a great idea." Lisa bent from the waist and motioned for me to insert them. I warmed them in my mouth for a few seconds before pressing them far back into the recesses of her cunt. At the helpful clerk's suggestion, we inserted three, to help keep them from falling out. He advised that only one or two might slip out, but three should make a bigger clump. Guess he worked on commission. The first time he demonstrated the remote control, Lisa's feet left the floor. "Whoohooh!, as Homer says! Wow! That has quite a KICK!!!!!" Apparently, he had turned on the second ball. I couldn't wait for the third one. Lisa probably figured that one out, too, and had her feet braced against the base of the counter and her arms around my waist when the tsunami rolled over her. "Hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo!" No coherent words came out, but we assumed she was explaining to us that she found the sensations provided by his merchandise to be pleasing. By the time he finished the demo, her legs were slick. The clerk offered a tissue, then offered his tongue, but she declined both. "I want to feel what it is like to walk around with my ass bare to the breeze and cum dripping down my legs." Daddy was really getting into his newfound career as a voyeur photog when we came out. "Get any nice beaver shots, Daddy?" Give Daddy credit. He had resigned himself to letting his baby have her way today. After all, he had announced the party line and had made a show of trying to prevent his sweet darling from becoming debauched by the City of Sin, but he now gracefully withdrew from combat, acknowledging defeat in good grace. Now he could relax and enjoy the trip. There were a few things he wanted to see, also. Our merry band continued along the boulevard. "What did you buy in there?" He made a feeble attempt to peek in the packages. Lisa slapped his hand away playfully. "Not yet, Daddy. You'll spoil the surprise. There is one thing I don't quite understand, though. Maybe you can figure it out." She handed him the remotes. I'm not sure what these do. They look like garage door openers. They came with one of the things." She was a few steps ahead when her father unwittingly turned one of the balls to Warp speed. Give her credit, too. He failed to pick up a thing. I might not have if I hadn't known the story. I noticed his eyes flash to her bare ass as she leapt up, but she managed to turn the jump into a natural-looking movement of sheer enthusiasm at being free to explore Paris in any way she chose. Poor guy, if he had known he was buzzing his daughter's cunt, he might have blown a fuse or two. He kept fiddling with them as we walked, but couldn't work out a plausible explanation and we weren't offering any. Eventually, he gave up and dropped them in his pocket. Lisa whispered to me that they buzzed only when he lifted his leg to step up on curbs. She was trying to time her build-up to synchronize with the buzz. We approached one of the high points of our impromptu tour. "Passage du Desir" is one of those walled alleys that we have heard about, but most of us think they are only in Amsterdam or Hamburg. In fact, they are fairly common and this one in Paris leads directly off one of the busiest through streets in town. If you assumed that it translates to "Passage of Desire", your French is improving. At night, the women are in lighted windows, displaying their merchandise. Entry to the alley is controlled through a gate and an iron fence. It is not very obvious. We did not enter. It was too early for that and I didn't know if Lisa would be allowed to enter. We would save it for later. They got a kick out of my mention that "Passage du Desir" is next to "Rue de Paradis". Bear in mind that "Rue" means "street" and stick an "e" on the end and you've got it. To compound matters a bit, the next street is "Rue de la Fidelite". Perhaps the French know that the best way to insure a long marriage is to have a definition of fidelity that encompasses a stroll down the Rue de Paradis to the Passage du Desir once in a while. We continued our stroll, interrupted only occasionally by a whoop from Lisa as her daddy unknowingly pushed her buttons. "Are you ok, baby?" "Just excited by all the wonderful sensations Paris has to offer, Daddy, and I only have my sweet Daddy to thank for it. I'm getting such good vibrations from you" She mashed her tits against his unprotesting chest and allowed her hand to drift into his pocket to give herself a couple of extra jolts. He was obviously pleased and flattered by the attention and wanted to stop for a minute to catch his breath. I think he also wanted to let her get a bit aheas so he could try to get a shot of his daughter's bare ass to tide him over through the cold winter nights back home. "Are you too tired, Daddy?" "I'm ok, baby. If I stop to rest, I'll catch up later. Just don't make any unexpected turns when I can't see you. Ok?" "Ok, Daddy." Her saucy ass wiggled at him as she danced away on a high from the good vibrations. I glanced back over my shoulder in time to see him pulling his camera down with a lustful, satisfied smile on his face. Damn! Aren't digital cameras neat? "There's a museum up ahead that I thought you might enjoy, Lisa." "Haven't you been listening, dweeb? Cheez! Do I have to spell it out for you?" "Calm down, smart ass. I'll spell it for you. It's the Museum of E-r-o-t-i-c-a. Interested now?" "Oops, Sorry. Should have known. Will a blow job get me off the hook?" "Sorry, miss. Only one blow job per day per customer. You'll have to settle for a rousing good fuck." "But Sir! I'm only an innocent maiden. You cannot defile my virginal temple." "Ok. Up the ass, it is." That got me a quick kiss and she ran into the museum as I went back to the middle of the tree-lined walkway where Daddy could see me and pointed the direction we were taking. He acknowledged with a wave and I joined the innocent virgin at the ticket counter. There were several floors of everything imaginable that pertained to sex in art--in any form, from true art to porn to the truly gross. We both agreed that the toilet bowl view picture of the guy taking a shit was notable, and if it were going to hang in any museum, this would be the one, but not to our taste. "Oooooh!" Lisa had found the Roaring 20's porn flick with the father fucking his daughters. "Ooooh, it's turning me on. Look at the size of that prick he's shoving up his daughter's cunt." Just then I hit her with the other remote control that I had wangled away from Daddy after he gave up. Lisa's shriek brought the manager running up the stairs, but she assured him that she was fine and he returned to his counter. "Oh, you sweet baby. How thoughtful of you. Sure you don't want that second blow job?" Her smile would tease a blind man. "Just bend over that case, little lady." I left the remote on damn-the-torpedos speed and flipped her saucy skirt over her saucy ass. There was no problem with lubrication. What she didn't have, I had. One careful moment to make sure I was properly centered and one long thrust buried me to the hilt. This time, the manager didn't bother. I would like to say that I rogered her thoroughly for hours and hours in a very manful way before collapsing in a sodden heap at her feet, but old Roger was just too damn horny for that. He was barely seated before it was time to leave. He slunk away, dejected, but not before making a great impression. "Ooooh, Wyden. You really know how to tease a girl." She was openly rubbing her clit, to the grateful astonishment of a deck of Japanese businessmen. They bowed very low to her. Probably sheer coincidence that it brought their faces on the same level as the object of interest. I was left in peace to clean myself up and try to restore my composure. Daddy topped the stairs to that level just as the last businessman had paid his respects, so he joined the line, bent at the waist to pay homage in the proper manner. "Oh, Daddy. I didn't know you cared." "I've always loved you, baby, just in a different way. Now that you are an adult, it may take a different form." "I hope so Daddykins. Mean old Wyden won't let me suck his dick again until tomorrow and I'm very thirsty." He must have been a hell of an actor. He didn't exactly swallow his teeth, but he was lucky they weren't easily removable. He must have been a pretty savvy guy because he managed to keep his face fairly straight while pondering all the ramifications of what had been said, although his face was pointed at his daughter's crotch while he pondered. He looked at me a couple of times, opened his mouth as if about to speak, closed it, looked at Lisa's pussy again and finally just shrugged his shoulders in complete surrender. "Now, let's go to the Moulin Rouge", she ordered. "No." "No? NO? What do you mean, NO! This is my trip and you said we could do anything I wanted." She was almost screaming. Still had a bit of growing up to do. "Why in the bloody hell can't we go to the Moulin Rouge? I'm old enough to fuck and I'm old enough to drink in this enlightened city, so why the fuck can't we go to the Moulin Rouge?" "It's not open yet." "Oh. Bit of a bitch there, wasn't I?" "Bit." "What do you suggest, my wonderful guide?" She batted those long lashes over those deep pools she called eyes and rubbed Monster again. As long as she was around he didn't bother going down--just a waste of energy. May as well save the wear and tear on all those blood vessels and heart thumps and just keep the pressure at ten or twenty thousand PSI until he fell off. "Why don't we go to a movie? There's a tasteful little number showing a few doors down called something like, "Daddy Fucks the Shit out of his Teenage Daughters'. Should we go?" Lisa sat between us. Her crop top was pulled to the top of the crop to prevent her magnificent boobs from having any trouble breathing. She had insisted that Daddy and I have boxes of popcorn. It was fine with me, I like popcorn ok, but didn't know why she was so insistent till she showed us. "I read about these dirty old men who will cut the bottom out of a box of popcorn and stick their nasty dicks up through the hole before offering a treat to an innocent young girl. I've got two very dirty old men here. I'm innocent. Why should I be deprived?" While the girls on screen fucked their poor daddy's dick off, Lisa fixed her popcorn the way she wanted it, but was soon trying to eat it directly from the box, without using her hands. "Oh, Lisa, baby. My baby, my baby!" Daddy was hosing down the area. Lisa got a lot of it, a lot went into the popcorn box, but there was so much I had to move fast to keep from getting splashed. Her other hand was in my box, so I returned the favor. We all got off at the same stop. "That went well", she surmised. "What next?" "Why don't we have a nice glass or so of good French wine at that place on the corner. There's a lot of traffic, though, so if we sit near the street, you must be very careful to keep your knees together. Otherwise, some of these crafty Parisian drivers may detect that you have adopted the underwear code of their fair city." Take My Picture--Please. "Oh, Wyden. You say the corniest things." She drug us out the door, hell bent for the corner. A few glasses of good French wine later, the casualties were beginning to pile up. The manager reluctantly asked us to leave because he had been notified by a friend in the police station that a car was on its way to investigate the sudden upsurge in fender benders in a town known as "Fender Bender City", the place where any three-lane street should be able to handle at least five cars abreast (of two delivery trucks). "I know, I know!" Lisa danced in front of us, clapping her hands. The fender bender epidemic followed us to the hotel. The wine had apparently loosened the inhibitions of this innocent child somewhat. She no longer waited for the wind to blow her micro skirt up, she helped it along a bit. Okay, maybe a lot, but she looked so cute... "Let's go back to the hotel and Wyden can take some more pictures." "More pictures? He took all we could think of before." "Yes, Daddy, but that was before I met Mr. Ben and Mr. Wa. I have some new ideas." "I'll bet you do", I thought. Once back in their room, Lisa took over the direction and composition of the shots. She had me take various glamour poses of herself, with excellent taste, in the clothes she had been wearing all day. Then she began to jazz it up a bit. "Come stand beside me, Daddy. Put your arm around me. Stand a little behind me, about halfway. Put your hand on my hip. Ok, Wyden. Shoot." She waited until the red-eye flash indicated that the real flash was coming soon and quicker than a flash (got it?), she whipped Daddy's hand up under her crop top. By the time the flash caught them, his hand was firmly grasping his daughter's firm tit. The photographic proof in my camera showed his mouth in the process of opening wider than his jaw was designed for and Lisa's mischievous eyes twinkling. "What's the matter, Daddy. Don't you like to feel my hard titties?" "You're going to kill me, daughter. Did your mother put you up to this? I knew it was fishy when she had me double my life insurance before we left." "All Mom said to me was 'Take good care of your daddy'. Am I taking good care of you, Daddy?" "Hmmm. I wonder if room service has any nitroglycerin tablets? I have a feeling that I'm going to be needing some." "Just relax in that chair, Daddy. The show has barely started." Daddy must have accepted me as one of the pack when he surrendered so completely to her dominance. He didn't say anything about my being there to witness everything or that I was taking pictures by the carload. I was congratulating myself on my recent investment in the biggest memory card available for my camera. There was no danger of running out of "film". Lisa returned from the closet, arms loaded with dresses and accessories. With no sign of modesty, she stripped off her street clothes and ran into the bathroom for a quick shower. She returned, still glistening with droplets of water clinging everywhere except her hair, which was wrapped in the only garment she wore--a towel. "I've heard that the water in Parisian hotels isn't safe to drink. If you lick me dry, perhaps you should try not to inhale." Sadly, that period was undocumented. I was too busy trying not to inhale. Our gorgeous, voluptuous, uninhibited teenage model went through her entire wardrobe, striking every pose that appealed to her lust, and ours. The camera saved them for future enjoyment. Then she began to draw Daddy more and more into the scene. She made him get down on his knees like he was proposing to her, while she stood six inches away, without a stitch and appeared haughty. She moved closer and signaled me for another shot. Closer. Shot. Closer. Shot. Daddy was incapable of motion. Monster had been out of the cage for a long time and refused to be put up. Closer. Shot. Closer. Shot. Now his nose was against her clit. His tongue hidden from sight to all those who use only their eyes to see. Closer. Shot. Closer. Shot. How do you get closer when you're already touching? She was bending his head back further and further, raising his chin against her pussy and allowing room for his tongue to flick across her clit. Lisa was bent back like she was going under the lowest bar in Jamaica. As she pushed her father's head harder and harder against her cunt, her legs widened around his shoulders. Her inflamed pussy spread wider and wider as if she were trying to swallow his head so he could lick her g-spot from inside. Daddy groaned and wet his pants, but he never abandoned his post. He was on his knees, with his daughter balanced above him. His face is pointing directly upwards, allowing the cream from her continuous arousal to flow unimpeded down his throat. Like a Chinese acrobat, she moved slowly, with utmost grace and balance until she was riding his face completely. Her light body was entirely supported by her father's face, ground into the swamp between her thighs. She continued to tilt forward, using her hands now to support her weight a bit and guide her motion. Now I saw her plan. She was doing a mid-air transition into a vertical 69. When her legs were making a victory sign above her father's head, Lisa's face was at his zipper. She had to use her fingers to get the zipper pull into her mouth, but the rest was all mouth action. She got the zipper all the way down and nuzzled his prick out and into her mouth without using her hands for anything except to support some of her weight. I circled them, snapping shot after shot, from every angle. Then I noticed the remote lying on the table and flicked it to Shazzam! mode. It was not a pretty sight, folks. Sexy? Oh yeah! But pretty? Naah. Daddy's prick bucked and heaved. Lisa's jaws clenched. Her juices ran into his eyes and blinded him. The pain caused him to heave and buck. Lisa increased her suction to help maintain her precarious position, prompting poor Daddy to give it all up. He fucking passed out, or you could say he passed out fucking. Anyway, I thought it was far fucking out and I guess Monster did too, because he started spraying the lucky fucking couple with goo. "You've had the rest, now try the best." Lisa had crawled onto the bed and was holding her pussy lips wide for me to enter. Why not? It was her only hole I hadn't tried, but there was still the delicious prospect of the valley created by those delicious globes on her chest. Hell. I'll bet even her armpits fucked good, too. Daddy was beginning to stir. I told Monster he better hurry and finish or Daddy would be up my ass. Monster released enough blood to my brain to advise me to roll over and put Lisa's ass in harm's way, so I did and he did and we all lived happily ever after. (Comments welcomed.) Take My Picture Nate stood up straight and surveyed Samantha, sitting on the hood of her little black car. She was leaning on one elbow fist in the air, one hand rummaging through her brief case, her delicate ankles crossed. “What now?” She asked as she wiped her hand with a tissue. Nate rubbed his hand up and down her thigh under her skirt. “We are not done Samantha. I think you should let me drive you to my apartment, because I can’t fuck you in this parking garage. We probably shouldn’t have even gone this far here.” “I will follow you to your apartment.” She said as she stood up and pushed Nate back. “I’ll see you there.” She said as she got into her car. As Nate drove he constantly checked his rear view mirror to make sure Samantha was still following. He couldn’t wait to get her in bed, it is only three o’clock, and they would have all afternoon and night. Samantha was thinking the same thing as she followed Nate, so much time to take pleasure in his young body. Make him cum harder then he ever has before, she wanted to make this night a memorable one for him. Nate met Samantha at the front door of the building and let her in. They were silent while walking the two flights of stairs. Nate let Samantha in the apartment and locked the door behind her. When he turned around she was already in his living room looking at the photos covering the walls. “Nate these are so good, why are you in wild life?” Samantha asked spellbound by a picture of a woman in tall grass, standing in the middle of a burst of sunshine, making it almost impossible to see much but an outline of her beautifully shaped nude form “Animals don’t have egos.” Nate said simply, as walked up behind Samantha. He slipped his fingers to the front of her suit coat and unbuttoned the three buttons that held it closed. He pushed her head forward slightly with his and nibbled at the nape of her neck. His finger tips sought out her nipples making small circles around the hardening pink flesh. Samantha let out a quiet moan and pushed her backside against him, clutching the sides of his legs. “Get on your knees Samantha.” Nate ordered into her neck. She did as was told, and looked up at him. At that moment the phone rang and Nate’s answering machine picked up immediately. The machine beeped loudly and a male voice was talking. “Nate, this is Mark. That gallery opening is tonight and I was able to score you an entire wall. You better pick up! You’ve gotta be there by six! I’m going to keep calling until you pick up. I had to pull a lot of strings for this one kid.” Samantha remained on her knees, batted her eyelashes at Nate, and waited for a reaction. “Oh I’ve got to do this.” He sounded deflated. “I need this gallery, its great exposure! We are not finished here though. You’re dressed great and are very beautiful you will make the perfect date for this function. I am going to shower and get changed if you need to freshen up you may do so in the bathroom while I shower.” Samantha reapplied her make-up while Nate was in the shower. She asked him a lot of questions about this gallery and why the late notice, and why he hasn’t called this “mark” back. Nate explained that when she was finished getting ready that she could call him for her and tell Mark they would be there by six sharp. He also explained that a famous photographer had some pictures being displayed at this gallery starting tonight and his would now get quite a bit of viewing, thanks to his friend Mark who knows the owner of the gallery and talked him into putting Nate’s pictures on display. After all the getting ready and taking a taxi they arrived in front of the gallery at six sharp. They sauntered in and Nate introduced Samantha to Mark and anyone else he knew. Mark showed them to the wall where Nate’s pictures were displayed. The picture of her at the party was hanging up; she turned red and looked at him. He opened his mouth but before he could speak a loud baritone voice boomed from behind them. “That is the most breathtaking picture of a woman.” Nate and Samantha turned around towards the man. “Here is the woman now.” The man said with a large grin on his face, holding his large hand out to shake Samantha’s. “This is Nate O’Connor, he took these pictures.” Samantha said pulling Nate in front of her. He and the man started an involved conversation which gave Samantha time to roam and look at all the pictures. She stopped and had a few conversations, she spied on Nate and watched him hob knob with other photographer as well as collectors none of them seem to mind his age, they only looked at the beauty of his pictures. It was pushing nine o’clock when she wandered into a long hallway; there were painting in this particular part of the gallery. It was dimly lit and no one else was around. She supposed it was probably closed off for the photography premier. She gazed at each painting losing her self in all the colors. Suddenly she felt fingers grab the back of her neck. She was a bit startled and turned around to face Nate. “We are almost done here boss lady.” He said as he moved closer to capture her lips in his. They engaged in a long passionate kiss, he grabbed her ass hard and pulled her body closer into him. He broke the kiss suddenly and grabbed her hand, pulling her back into the main part of the gallery and past all of the displays. He pulled her into the men’s bathroom and checked all the stalls. It was empty. He pulled her into one of the stalls, fastened the door. “Get on your knees Samantha.” Nate ordered as he unbuttoned his pants. Samantha’s heart pounded fast as she knelt down on the cold tile floor. She grabbed the length of him in her hands as he buried his fist in her hair pushing her mouth closer to his already hard cock. She let the tip play against her lips, darting her tongue around, letting little strings of her saliva stretch between her full pink lips and his head. She looked up and batting her eyelashes, she took the entire length of him into her mouth letting it bang to the back of her throat. Nate let out a loud moan, and grabbed her head harder. He began to fuck her mouth moving his hips towards her and holding her head in place. Samantha took the entire thing over and over again, wetting her tongue and his cock as often as possible, letting Nate enjoy every ridge in her mouth. He rested against the stall door, and watched her enjoy sucking him off. It was almost too much for him, he had to look away. He felt her spit another stream of saliva onto the head of his cock, her rhythm increasing. Nate pulled Samantha hair hard and his body tensed up. “I’m coming!” He shot down at her, throwing his head back against the stall door. Samantha let his cum flow down the back of her throat, his body shaking with small spasms of ecstasy. He closed his eyes and played with Samantha’s hair, recovering from his orgasm. Thinking that Samantha just sucked his cock until he came, kept Nate hard. He pulled her off of the floor by her arm and turned her around roughly. He bent her over and tore a large hole in the crotch of her panty hose. He slid two fingers inside of her, she was dripping wet and began to move against him immediately. She could feel and hear his fingers fucking her; she let out small whimpering noises while begging him to fuck her. Nate took immediate action when he heard her pleas; he moved his cock between her cheeks and let it apply pressure just below her ass hole. Her cum lubed up her entire lower half and soon the head of his dick slid down to her hole. He thrust his hips against her body and lunged into her, both of them gasping. Holding on to her hip to steady himself he began to pound into her. He wrapped his arm around her waist and played with her clit. Running circles inside of her wet pink lips, letting her cum lubricate his finger tips. Samantha wanted this for so long, it didn’t seem real. Her body ached with pleasure, his cock pounding into her and his fingers brutally teasing her. When they heard the restroom door open they both froze, afraid of being caught. They heard a man using one of the urinals just next to their stall door. Nate wrapped his arm around Samantha’s head and clamped his hand tightly over her mouth, plowing into her pussy hard, as a warning to be quiet; this made Samantha yelp with pleasure. The heavenly feeling of being controlled, being able to give her body completely. The outside world disappeared; it was only Nate and Samantha, bodies slamming together, their sweat mingling. He held her body and moved it when he needed to, treating her like his doll. Nate’s body went rigid, and with one more hard thrust he came, pulling out and spraying cum onto her beautiful round ass. He slapped it hard and turned her around. “Lets get cleaned up, I want to take you home and put you in bed.” He smiled at her and kissed her lips sweetly. Nate and Samantha made their way out of the gallery, stopping to shake hands and collect business cards. By the time they got back to Nate’s apartment it was already midnight, and they both had to be to work by 8 am. As Samantha stood in the hallway waiting for Nate to open the door she thought she might as well spend the night then stop at her place in the morning for a change of clothes. Finally done fumbling with the keys Nate let her in. “Do you want anything to drink? I’ve got water and umm… nothing else.” Nate said as he rummaged through his refrigerator. “I’ll get some water.” Samantha said walking up to his breakfast nook. Nate turned around and looked his sexy boss up and down; still not believing the bathroom incident was real. He wanted to touch her again, he wanted to feel her body shake and hear her moan. Keeping eye contact he made his way to her and put his hands on her hips pulling at her skirt. He picked her up easily and sat her down on the table she was leaning against. Kneeling on the floor in front of her, he positioned her knees over his shoulders. She lay back on her elbows, watching him survey her body, getting wet with the anticipation of his tongue. Feeling his moist kisses on her inner thighs, she leaned her head back and enjoyed his touch. He was teasing her again, kissing from knee to the top of her inner thigh, only making slight contact. Her cum glistened around her pink well trimmed lips, making for a tempting view. Nate couldn’t wait; he moved his mouth to the top of her pussy, and licked a trail to the bottom, never letting his tongue invade the folds of her lips. His teasing was agonizing, slow soft trails up and down with the tip of his tongue. Samantha bucked her hips against his mouth, trying to push him in deeper, needing more contact. He grabbed her lips and spread them apart and again the same teasing as before. Samantha could feel every bump and crevasse of his tongue as it slid up and down over her clit again and again. She was on her way to a long, grinding orgasm. Her knees trembled and she moaned wildly, clutching handfuls of Nate’s hair, pushing his face into her. Nate closed his lips over her hard clit and moved his tongue in circles over and around it. Samantha’s legs tensed and spasms of ecstasy shook her body. Wave after slow wave of multiple orgasms traveled from her nipples to her toes. Nate held his tongue in place until she begged him to stop. He carried her to his bed, and set her down gently. The two played all night, and both went with out sleep to work the next day. Being very discreet they carried on without anyone at the magazine finding out. The two had a lot of fun and did everything together until the day Nate left for college.