0 comments/ 20557 views/ 1 favorites The Studio By: polyrythyms My name is David – I’m 6’0” 170 pounds with dark brown hair and blue green eyes with gold specks (yes in my eyes). I am a photographer, and have been in business for a couple of years – mainly weddings, parties and that sort of thing. I rented out some space so I could take some pictures with a background, lights and controlled lighting with hopes that I could take some really nice shots. The idea was to hire a model for the day and to take different types of shots to show off my capabilities, and that these pictures would lure some more customers my way, make some money and let me open my own place. So anyway…. I had hired a model for the occasion(She was supposed to be 26 years old about 5’7” and her name was “Darcy”, at least that’s what the agency told me.), and was in the studio getting all set up - turning lights on, getting props out, and then turned to put some nice relaxing music on the stereo. Just then I heard a very clear very feminine voice from directly behind me saying “So you’re David the photographer huh? Hi there! I’m Darcy – the model you’ll be shooting today?” I started to talk before I turned around and stumbled over my words as I did. “Yep, thaaaaaaat’s meeeep” I ended up saying instead of “that’s me”. She was about 5’7” pretty, curvy with brown hair, hazel eyes, and was wearing the most eye-catching outrageous outfit that I had seen in a long time. All I could do was just stand there and blatantly stare: I tried not to give in to the impulse to rake her body over with my eyes, but just couldn’t. I ended up looking her over from top to bottom, checking out every square inch. The shirt was simply a men’s dress shirt (a cotton long-sleeved white dress shirt that you might wear to work), a short tight blue jean skirt that went down to her thighs and flared out at the bottom, a set of black shiny heels (no hose), hair loose and flying, and a necklace. Ok so that’s not so outrageous – but what she did to it was! The shirt was tied around her middle - open all the way down, and tied to show off her navel and tits. You could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra (no straps!) because you could see her nipples showing through and her areolas as well – and it was so tight you could almost see the seams pop when she breathed. Her nipples got hard as I watched – talk about arousing! The skirt was a light blue faded job with tatters (homemade fringe?) around the bottom, and was slit up the side high enough that I could see that she wasn’t wearing panties. The shoes were black patent leather, but didn’t have enough material on them to make a bikini and had 4- inch heels on them. The hair was shoulder-length, just washed, smelled like flowers, and just wind-blown dry. The necklace was a choker with a drop to it: a black beaded choker with a single dangling diamond that was cradled between those gorgeous tits. “Hello----earth calling David?” I finally realized she was calling my name and tapping her foot impatiently. “Ohhh, I’m sorry ….” I fumbled, “Darcy was it?” “So did you enjoy it? “I’m sorry? Enjoy what?” I said red-faced “ Why your little journey up and down my body of course-what else?” she said with a grin. “Ohhh that, well umm…..” “Save it David – you obviously like what you see.” she said with a wicked grin, “And you know what? I like what I see too.” With that she proceeded to look me over just as blatantly as I had her – I could almost feel her eyes raking up and down my body - looking me over like a piece of fresh meat ready to devour me, just as I had her. As she took her time doing it I could feel myself getting aroused: just the thought of what she was thinking of my body got me going. “Hmmmmmmmm a little excited David? I like that in a man. Someone who knows what he likes and isn’t afraid to go that extra little bit and show her how big his cock is.” Darcy smiled salaciously as she was saying this, but said it with a smart-ass tone. “So you think you can take me? Hmmmmm…. You little punk?” as she said this she drew her face to within an inch of mine, put her right index finger under my chin and squeezed my balls gently with her left. She then kept her hand there squeezing and releasing, squeezing and releasing, again and again and again. “Ohhhh…” I said not trusting myself to speak, as she had me about ready to cum right there. “Do you like that?” she said innocently, still squeezing and releasing me. A whispered “Yesssssssss” was all I could muster, my legs getting wobbly on me, my cock so hard I thought I was going to explode. Those fingers knew what they were doing – and I loved it! Darcy then removed her hand from my chin, knelt down on her right knee showing me that I was right- she wasn’t wearing panties: I could see her slit dripping wetness down her thighs. “Ya’ know it’s amazing what just one glimpse of a hard cock can do for a woman: make her sloppy wet in about 30 seconds. Mmmmmmm. I like what I see, but we have some pictures to take – don’t we?” “Yeahhhh, but if you don’t stop that hand soon, I’m gonna’ make a sticky mess all over the inside of my pants.” “Oooh is that right? Well I have a solution for you. I’m going to release that cock of yours - let it breathe. Is that ok?” she asked sweetly, unzipping me before I could say anything… “Mmmmmyeah baby let me feel that hard cock!” She had her hands in and out of my pants and before I knew what hit me, I was inside her hot, wet, drooling mouth! Mannnnn what a hot one. She was as hot for me as I was for her. I watched as she started to finger herself as she sucked me off, the wetness from between her legs continuing it’s journey down her rounded thigh. “Sllllluurrrrrrrrrrrrp!!!” was the sound that her mouth made when she took my cock out sucking all the way up flicking her tongue across my slit. Then she opened her mouth even further to take my cock deep, taking me in almost to the base, swirling her tongue around my pole as she did so. “Ohhhhhh mmmmmaaan!” I said, “Do you do this for every photographer?” She popped her mouth off my cock slurfing her tongue up the head with her tongue as she did so, making my body jump in ecstasy and said, “Nope – I’ve never done this before- you’re the first.” “Aaphhhhhsssssslrrrrrpppppphhhhhhhhmmm!” she took my cock back into her mouth like an animal devouring it’s prey – all at once – drooling, sucking, and cramming it in as fast as she could, now taking it all the way down to my balls; flicking the tip of her long wet tongue around at the top of my sack, rubbing it along the bottom of the length of my cock at the same time. I lost it, grabbed the sides of her head, and started fucking her face with deep hard strokes. “Unh! Unh! Unnnnghh! Yaaaaaayuuuuuss! Mnh! Mnnnnnnnh! Oghhh! Oh shit do you have a incredible mouth!” was all I could say, ramming my cock down her throat as hard and fast as I could. You could hear the sounds of fucking all through the room – her cheeks and lips making a slurrphhhing sucking sound as I kept nailing her mouth rapid fire, saliva streaming out through her lips and down my balls. She just knelt down on both knees to take it better, and started humming and making sounds of ecstasy, madly rubbing her clit with her right hand and pinching her right nipple with her left hand, having pulled the knot from her shirt, her round perky tits shaking and jiggling every time I thrust into her mouth. “MMMMMMphh! MMmnnnnggph! Oghmpph! Yesphh! MMMmmmph!” She got wetter, and wetter and started fucking herself with the first two fingers on her right hand, hand flying in and out of her now drooling slit, juice streaming down her thighs, stroking her clit constantly with her thumb. I could feel myself getting harder and longer, getting closer and closer to the edge, that little tingling feeling starting at the bottom of my feet, moving upwards with a rush. I could feel my cock-head expanding in her mouth, the blood coursing though it, the head turning purple and shiny as it readied itself to shoot it’s load. “Ohh! Ohh! Ohh! Yess! Yess! Unh! Ungh! Take that cock down your throat baby! Yeah!” I almost screamed at her, “ Ohhhhhh! I’m gonna’ cum, I’m gonna’ cum I’m gonna’ cumm! Yyeahhhhhuus!” As my cock started to pulse I watched her body start to shimmy and shake, her legs straining to keep her vertical as her hips violently thrust at the air, trunk flopping once, and then back and forth, again and again, and again as her orgasm violently ripped through her body. At the same time my cock was pulsing my cum down her throat, shooting spastically, jumping crazily in her mouth as unintelligible sounds of joy and ecstasy flew through the room as our orgasms racked both of our bodies…. “OGH! AGNHNH! YREAAGHH! OGHHHHHHHHH! YEASSSS! UNNNGGGH! UMMMMMPHH! YESSSSSSSSS! TAKE THAT COCCKK! YESSSSSS! UNHHH! SWALLOW THAT CUMMMMMMMMMMM! MMMNHGH!” I yelled in ecstasy as I heard her muffled cries of passion…. “MMMPH! MMMMMMMPPPH! MMMMMMMPH! OOOMMMMMMPPPPPPHH! UNNNNNNGGGGGGGHHH! UMMMMPH! THHHSSSSSSPH! YYYEEESSMMPPPPPPPPHHHHH! STTHOOOOTH IITHHH DTHOWNNNNN MY THRWOATHHH! YESTHHHH! MM! MMMM! MMMMNGGMMMMNGGMMMNNNNGHH!” I felt like I wasn’t gonna’ ever stop shooting, and didn’t want to either, but finally as the cum started to drip out the side of her mouth my orgasm slowly subsided, and I slowly slumped over her head, panting and sweating, with my cock still deep in her mouth. I watched her slowly come down off her high, her body jerking spasmodically, slower each time, again and again, until she slowly slumped against my body, gasping air through her nose, her body spasming erratically every few seconds with aftershocks, suckling on my cock, eyes closed and mewling like a kitten suckling on her mother’s breast. “Oh my god!” I said, trying to recover from the earth-shaking experience I’d just had, “That was fucking fantastic! Where did you learn to give head like that?” I asked her as she took the excess cum that was dripping down her cheek and dragged her fingers through it, making sure to get every drop. She finally let my cock out of her mouth, slowly licking her fingers luxuriating in the taste of my cum, shrugged her shoulders and said, “Oh that? I learned that in high school.”, smiling like a Cheshire cat. She licked her fingers and proceeded to groom herself like some erotic nymph: running fingers through her hair, smoothing her shirt and skirt: starting to tie the shirt up again. “You’re still wet. ” I said pointing to her still dripping thighs “ Why don’t you let me help you with that and get you real good and clean?” smiling all the way down as I laid her back on the bear skin rug right in the middle of the studio, stripping the her clothes off as I did. I flicked the switch to turn on the lights when I got up to take my clothes off, and you could hear our laughing and giggling echoing all through the studio as I said, “Man are these gonna’ be some HOT pictures!!” The Studio ** Please practice safer sex - this is a fantasy and not a proposition! ** ***** He recognised her the second she walked into his studio. It was the arrogant way she had of hold her head erect but at a slight angle, as though she was looking down at the rest of the world. She hadn't changed in the 8 or so years since he'd been at high school with her. That wasn't entirely true. She had changed. She looked even better now than she had then when all the kids at high school were trying to get into her panties. Lucy was an athletic, attractive blonde, with smallish breasts and long slim legs. She had her hair cut almost to the shoulder in a bob and was smartly dressed in a very dark blue blouse and a pair of skin-tight faded jeans. Somethings though hadn't changed though. She didn't know him from Jack shit although they'd gone to the same school on the same bus every day for six years. 'I Want to have some photo's taken. Of me.' 'Then you've come to the right place. I'm a photographer.' True to form, she didn't even blink or give any kind of sign that had said anything untoward. 'What kind of photo's did you have in mind?' 'What do you mean?' 'Well, were you thinking of? A portrait, face-only, upper body, erotic ...' Erotic. Sure thing! Although she was a prick-tease in the past, she never actually did anything with anyone. The rumours were that she was frigid - but that was probably just sour grapes. 'Oh. Well, I don't know. I guess my face and body. Clothed of course.' 'Fine. If you like, I can show you around the studio and I can also show you some photo's from my file if you like. Would you like a coffee?' 'Er, sure. Thank you. Yeah, I'd like to see the photo's.' While he was making the coffee, an idea started form in his mind. When he was studying, he'd done a course on hypnosis and found that he was a natural talent. It was something that he'd developed as a hobby over the years and even used it on occasions to help people relax before they went in front of the camera. He had never abused this power but as he thought back to the way Lucy had treated him all those years ago, he thought that this might be his one chance for a bit of harmless fun. Most people think that hypnotism requires golden medallions swinging on chains in front of someone's face, but this is not true. In fact, the whole aim is to get the subject to focus on what you are saying and doing until they start going into a kind of focal tunnel where their attention to their surroundings decreases until they enter a hypnotic state. This was exactly what he had in mind as he sat down next to her and started talking her through the photo's in a calm and pleasant voice, not letting her interrupt him and gently taking her down the path ... After two or three minutes, Lucy's eyes had taken on that slight glaze so characteristic of a hypnotic trance and he decided to see whether or not she was ready for the next stage. 'Lucy? How are you feeling?' 'Fine.' 'Are you relaxed?' 'Yes.' 'I would just like you to close your eyes for a moment and relax completely for me.' Just as he had hoped, Lucy shut her eyes and slumped back in her chair. 'I am going to count to three. When I reach three, you will be wide awake again. When I say the word quantum, I want you to relax completely, stay wide awake and wait for me to tell you what to do. When you wake up, you will feel happy and relaxed. One ... two ... three ...' Lucy opened her eyes and straightened herself in her chair. 'Oh, sorry about that, I was almost dropping off. Shall we get started?' 'Yes, of course. Why don't you go and sit on that chair in front of the backdrop while I set up the lighting.' Lucy did as she was asked and he checked all of the settings. 'OK. So just try to relax and look up at the small blue light behind me in the corner. That's good. Just lift your jaw a little higher, turn your shoulder to me. Good.' He continued in this vein for about 10 minutes, by which time he had completed the first roll of film. 'OK. Do you want to take a quick break?' 'Er. No, I'd rather get it over with if you don't mind.' 'No, not at all ... quantum.' Lucy hardly reacted to his code word but her shoulders sagged slightly as she sank down a bit into the chair. 'It's quite warm in here isn't it. Why don't you undo a button or two of your blouse?' Lucy reached up to her midnight-blue blouse and undid the first two buttons so that a hint of cleavage could now be seen. 'Are you still hot? Then undo another couple of buttons. There's no-one here to see you.' Lucy's fingers reached up and undid the next two buttons to expose a plain black cotton bra. Click. Click. He continued taking photo's as she followed his instructions. 'It is really getting quite hot isn't it. I bet you're boiling under those warm lamps.' 'Actually I am really hot. Can I undo the rest of my buttons?' 'Yes, go ahead.' She undid the rest of the buttons on her blouse so that a strip of her flat tummy could now be seen. 'Why don't you just go ahead and take of the blouse? There is no-one here but you and me and it is still very warm.' She pulled the blouse out of her jeans and took it off before standing up and laying it over a nearby chair. He took another series of photo's. 'I tell you what, why don't you take off your trousers as well?' 'I er ... I ...' He hurried to calm her down. 'Look. It's just like being on the beach. Imagine you're wearing your bikini underneath. What does it matter if I see you in your bikini?' As she turned to him, she started undoing the jeans and tugging them over her hips. Underneath she was wearing a pair of black cotton bikini-style panties to match her bra. He took photo after photo as she gradually exposed her pantie covered crotch and long slim legs. He quickly grabbed a colourful towel from his props and laid on the floor. 'That's better. Why don't you lie on the towel for me - just like being on the beach.' She did as she was told and he took some more photo's of her tight bum under the plain black cotton. 'Take off your bikini top and turn around onto your back.' This time there was no hesitation. She reached behind her back and undid her bra before rolling over to reveal she rather small breasts with their pink nipples. 'Oh. I think that man near you is looking at you.' Lucy immediately covered her breasts with her hands and looked around. 'No don't cover yourself up. I think you're turning him on. I can see his hard-on under his shorts.' She still looked uncomfortable, but took her hands back down as he had asked. 'Yes. He is definitely hard. Doesn't that feel good to know that you make him that excited?' 'Yes.' 'I bet it turns you on too, just knowing that his cock is all hard and throbbing because of you.' 'Yes.' 'Are you excited Lucy? Does it make you hot just thinking about it?' 'Yes.' 'Why don't you tease him? Make him even hotter?' Lucy raised her hands and cupped the flattened disks of her breasts and teased her nipples with her thumbs. Her nipples stiffened as she did so and after a short while, she slid one hand down her smooth flat tummy to her crotch and gently started stroking herself through the thin black cotton of her panties. Soon the material was dampened by her activities and he took more photo's of her - close-ups highlighting the way her fingers were running down her pussy and some shots of her from further away, making sure that he had her face in clear focus. 'Lucy? He's gone now but you are alone on the warm sunny beach. No-one can see you. You are still really turned on ...' Just as he had hope, Lucy lifted her hips and grabbed hold of her panties by the waistband. Without a moments hesitation, she slide her panties down and lifted them over her feet. Freed of the last restraint, she lay naked in front of him and spread her legs slightly, exposing her neatly-trimmed blonde pussy. Her hand returned to stroking her swollen clitoris as he returned to his camera taking photo after photo as she rapidly approached orgasm. As she came, he made sure that he got good photo's of her face and of her whole body, laughing to himself despite his highly aroused state. Once she had recovered he told Lucy to relax and get dressed again. Minutes later, they were sitting facing one another drinking a cup of coffee. 'I am going to count to three again. When I reach three, you will wake up. You will remember the photo session including undressing for me, but it will make you happy. You won't remember masturbating. You like the idea of undressing for me and would like to do another session tomorrow when you come to collect your photo's. You will not tell anyone else about the photo session. One ... two ... three.' Lucy blinked and then looked at him. 'I can't believe that I did that!' 'Don't worry. I think I got some nice photo's - all very tasteful. If you like, you can come and have a look at the first prints tomorrow or the day after.' 'Er, yes, I'd love to. If you had time, I would also like to do another session with you.' 'OK. Then how about tomorrow afternoon - around 1 p.m.?' 'Yes, that would be great.' 'Good. And bring some clothes with you. Maybe a tennis skirt and some pretty underwear. OK?' 'OK. See you tomorrow. Bye.' 'Bye.' With that, Lucy hurried out of the studio with a slightly bemused expression on her face. The photographer took the microdrive out of his camera and headed over to the PC where he spent the rest of the afternoon scanning through the photo's and selecting the 'official' ones to optimise and print them for Lucy. ----------------------- The next day, Lucy arrived carrying a sports bag and wearing a pair of tight black 'Venice Beach' aerobic trousers and a tight white T-shirt. 'Hi.' 'Hi.' 'So what have you brought with you today?' Lucy reached into her bag and placed the contents on a nearby table, leaving the open bag on the chair. She showed him a grey pleated tennis skirt, and a variety of underwear in all colours and material. 'OK. Then why don't we start with these?' He handed her the tennis skirt and a pair of grey cotton briefs. 'Where shall I get changed?' 'Quantum ... just get changed here.' 'Oh, OK.' Lucy kicked off her shoes and tugged down her sports trousers leaving her dressed in a pair of red cotton panties. These she quickly stripped off and replaced with the grey cotton knickers he'd given her. Seconds later she was clipping the tennis skirt shut. 'Why don't you get on to the table on your hands and knees? Good. Now place lift up your skirt with one hand and push it up until you are holding it over your hip. That's great.' He took a series of photo's of her pert bum encased in grey cotton. The material was soft and thin and formed itself around Lucy's curves so that he had a beautiful shot of her smooth pussy through her panties. 'OK, now turn around and sit on the edge of the table with your legs spread.' Another series of photo's followed. 'Take off your T-shirt.' As she did so, he unbuttoned his jeans, slipped off his sandals and jeans, followed by his own T-shirt. 'Now take off the rest.' Lucy's bra came off next to reveal her smallish, perfectly-formed breasts, their nipples already hard. Standing up, she undid her skirt and simply let it drop to the floor before sliding her panties down and flinging them do one side. For a second, he just revelled in the view of her slim frame, her flat stomach and her blonde pubic bush. Her blonde hair barely covered her mound so that he could clearly see her swollen pussy lips. He moistened his lips and shrugged off his shorts, leaving him naked in front of her. 'Take my cock in your hands. I want you to explore it and play with it for me.' Instead of coming to him, she pulled him gently around to her and knelt in front of him. Reaching up, she took his cock in her hands at arms length and started to masturbate him, letting one finger gently stimulate the sensitive area below cock head. He knew that if she carried on like this he wouldn't last for long. 'Stop. I don't want to come yet.' 'Wait. Then let me pleasure you another way.' This surprised him, but he waited patiently as she walked over to her bag and took something out. In her hand was a tiny silver-coloured vibrator, no thicker than his little finger. 'Lie face down on the table for me.' 'Er, I am not sure that I ...' 'It's OK. It'll be fun. I won't hurt you.' Although he was definitely not into this, he decided that he would do as she told him. After all, he could stop at any time and make her forget everything that happened. Having her doing something more than passively following his instructions was more exciting than anything else! He lay face down on the table and waited as the high-pitched buzzing noise came closer to him. As the vibrating tip touched the cleft of his bum, he clenched his buttocks automatically. 'Relax.' He tried to force himself to relax and in doing so, made it possible for the vibrator to slide further down between his cheeks. When it reached his anus, he almost jumped in the air at the sensations that hit him - a mixture of revulsion and embarrassment together with a sexual thrill that seemed to spread through his whole body. As she continued to gently stimulate him, she told him to take hold of the vibrator himself so that he could control its movements. He edged the head of the vibrator between the muscular rim of his anus and held it there, the blood surging to his cock as he did so. Holding it in place, he stood up and turned around to face Lucy who was crouched to one side of him. 'Suck my cock!' 'Afterwards. Masturbate for me. Come over my tits!' Lucy leaned backwards, supporting herself on her shins and hands. In this position her legs were spread and he had a clear view of her swollen sex. Taking his cock in his hands, he started to masturbate, the combined stimulus of the anal vibrator and the view in front of him bringing him immediately to the edge of an orgasm. 'Oh, shit, I'm going to come!' He came with a stifled grunt and a jet of jism shot through the air, spattering over Lucy's breasts and stomach before running down her thighs and waist. As he came back down from his excited state, he slowly drifted back to the real world. The sensation of the vibrator wedged firmly between his cheeks was uncomfortable and he pulled it out before switching it off and dropping it to the floor. The sight of the naked, come-covered, women in front of him only highlighted the embarrassment he felt at what he'd just done. He felt completely deflated; suddenly all he wanted to do was to get out of here and have a shower. He picked up the grey panties and handed them to Lucy. 'Wipe yourself off with this and get dressed.' Lucy did as she was told. As she was getting dressed, he picked up the clothes that she had brought with her and headed towards the table. Lucy took them from him and put them into her bag. 'Lucy? I'm going to count to three. When I reach three, you will reawaken and and forget everything that happened this morning. You will only remember that I had an important meeting and couldn't do the photo session today. Call me at the weekend to organise another appointment. One ... two ... three.' Lucy blinked once and then looked at him in disappointment. 'Oh. Can I give you a call over the weekend to arrange another appointment?' 'Sure, no problem.' 'OK. Bye.' 'Bye Lucy.' Lucy headed off, leaving him alone. He shut the studio for the day and headed off to have a shower and to think over what had just happened. Somehow, things seemed to have got a bit out of hand and he wondered whether he shouldn't just leave things be. -------------- The next morning after restless night, he opened the studio to find a small package in a brown paper bag waiting in his mail box. Curious, he picked it up and headed up the stairs to the studio. Switching on the coffee machine, he opened the brown paper wrapping. Inside was a video tape and an envelope. On the envelope was a short typed message: First watch the tape, then open the envelope. This was getting stranger by the minute. He took the video tape out of its box and stuck it in the video recorder before switching on the T.V. The black screen cleared and was replaced by a slightly shaky shot of the front of his studio, the camera focussing on his shop banner - Pete Harley Photography - before turning towards the studio door. The camera was obviously hand-held and it swang in time with the holders steps as they opened the studio door and headed up the stairs to the studio itself. A cold knot of premonition tightened in his stomach. The scene changed. The film had obviously been cut and had now switched to a static viewpoint looking towards the centre of the studio. He could clearly make out his table in front of the camera and his worst fears were realised as the naked image of himself came into view and bent over the table directly in front of the camera. He watched in silent fear as the scene unrolled in front of his eyes - the silver vibrator teasing him and then sliding down to his virgin passage; his own hand taking the vibrator; his erect cock appearing directly before the camera; him masturbating in front of the camera, his face clearly visible throughout. In retrospect, he reflected how clever she'd been. She didn't appear in the film at all, but his degradation was as clear as day. He was so stunned, he couldn't even feel angry. As the film stopped, her turned to the envelope with dread. A typed letter: "Collect all photo's that you have - electronic and hardcopy - delete all electronic copies that you have stored elsewhere and put the others in a large sealed envelope. Take the envelope and bring it to Apartment 17, 353 E. Street on Saturday at 4 p.m. If there is any reason to suspect that you have not fully obeyed these instructions, the film will be placed on the Internet and sent to some of your photographer colleagues!" To be continued ... The Studio Another stolen moment for them; that's all there ever was. Stolen moments. As brief as their encounters were, they always packed a punch for the both of them. If her parents only knew what they were doing, she would be grounded for life! Here she was 18 and sneaking out to be with a boy that lives on her block. The only safe place for them to meet was in the dance studio. They had been meeting there a few times a week for the last couple months. They weren't in love, just horny teenagers. It started off by accident. She had plans to be a choreographer and practiced dancing for hours in the garage. Her dad changed the inside workshop into a dance studio for her. The boy was riding his bike when he passed by and heard the music blaring. He snuck to the opened door, to the open interior door and watched her dance. She had moves that would put strippers to shame. She moved like a belly dancer swaying her hips from side to side. Every movement was fluid. It wasn't too long before he was rock hard. He accidentally knocked over a broom that was in the doorway. The noise startled her and she twirled around to see what happened. When she caught sight of him trying to get away, she called for him to come back. She made him come into the studio and sat him down on an old couch. Then she closed the door and locked it. She changed the music from pop to slow and seductive. He couldn't believe it! She started to dance for him, slowly working her way over to him. Swirling her hips in a circular motion, she had him hypnotized. She got within reach and he tried grabbing her but she swatted his hands away as if to say not yet. She turned around and wiggled her ass at him. She dipped down slowly and began to grind against his crotch. He felt like he was going to burst through his jeans. He groaned as she began to dance away from him, but then he realized it was so she could start stripping for him. She kicked off her tennis shoes and then began slowly unbutton and unzip her jeans. He knew she was built like a sex fiend, but the only thing that came to mind was, DAMN!! She was tanned from spending her summers in the sun. She winked at him and told him she was 36-24-36. She pulled the jeans off to reveal a very nice bikini tan and nothing else. She was completely smooth between her thighs. She pulled her shirt over her head while swaying her hips back and forth. No bra! Her breasts were almost a C cup and there were no tan lines. It was almost like she planned this... She danced her way back over to him and knelt down in front of him. His jeans were so tight that it was hard to hide the fact that he was about to burst. She unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans carefully. He was poking over the top hem of his underwear. She had him raise his hips and she pulled his jeans and underwear off slowly. He was long and thick with veins standing out all over. She looked up at him, not saying a word she gave him a devilish smile and licked the head. He almost came immediately. She took one more lick before she put the head in her mouth. He came instantly. She smiled, feeling him throb in her mouth and swallowed. Mmmm, salty she thought to herself. She kept playing with him, stroking him lightly and squeezing. It wasn't long before he was hard again. She reached over to a small box she had that said "In Case of Emergencies" and pulled out a condom. She slowly unrolled it onto his hard cock. She straddled him and guided his cock into her. She was so hot and tight. She fit him like a glove. As she slowly started to ride him, he took her nipple into his mouth and began to suck on it. She told him to bite it, gently. Judging from his breathing, it wasn't long before he was close to cumming again. She stopped and waited patiently for it to pass. Finally, he calmed down and they continued. He lifted up his hips so he was completely inside of her. She started to grind against him faster and faster until she squirted on him. It smelled sweet, like almonds and made her even wetter than before. He was shocked that he hadn't cum then, but kept making her grinding against him. It wasn't long before she had another orgasm, and he could feel the spasms inside of her, like she was gripping him inside of her. This made him cum. They sat there for a few seconds kissing and hold each other. She grabbed a towel off of the couch and climbed off his lap. She took the condom off of him slowly, wiping up the mess. She cleaned herself off and they began to get dressed. She told him that he was welcome to come join her whenever she was out in the studio to practice. They rode the same school bus, so she would pass a note to him as she was getting off the bus letting him know that it was a "practice" night. This became the ritual. He would watch her dance and then they would dance together for awhile before practicing other moves. She loved to practice her stripper moves on him, finding out what moves brought out the best response. He loved her moves best when she wore a tight mini skirt that always rode up over her round ass. Her hair and skin were wet with beads of sweat as were her clothes. Wet and clinging to her skin. She had gotten into the habit of never wearing a bra or panties when she danced for him. It was easier when they got down to business. One night she decided to change things up a bit. She put on a light pink lace bra and thong with the matching garter belt and stockings. She put on just enough makeup to make her green eyes stand out. She teased up her hair and used hairspray. She found the slinkiest dress in her closet, it stopped mid-thigh, hugging her body like a second skin and the black stilettos she was saving for a special occasion. She made her way out to the studio, put on her favorite Poison cassette and sat down on the couch with her legs crossed. He was late. She was about to give up on him, when he opened the door. He was shocked to see her all made up and he asked if she was leaving tonight without him. She shook her head and got up slowly, walking over to him. She told him tonight was going to be different. Her parents were out of town on a small vacation, and she wanted to stay to keep up on her school work. They danced closer than they had before. He held her close, not wanting to let go of her. After the song was over, she turned off the stereo and took him by the hand and leading him into the house. The whole house was hers. After making sure the doors were locked, she took him upstairs. She had a four poster bed complete with canopy and gauze. They had all the time in the world. It was a Friday night and his parents didn't expect him home until Sunday, as he was supposed to be staying with a friend. She led him over to the bed and kissed him. They had kissed before, but this was different. There wasn't a sense of urgency, but a renewed strength behind the kiss. He helped her out of the dress, and he was shocked by the lingerie. She'd never worn anything like this before. She blushed as he was looking her over. He'd seen her partially naked many times, but this was different. It was like he was looking at her for the first time. She turned around so he could unhook the bra. As she lifted her hair, he leaned in and kissed her on the back of the neck and down her spine. It gave her goose bumps and made her shiver. She didn't want him to stop. She took the stilettos off; began to unhook the stockings, slowly rolling them down her thighs and legs. She took the garter off and tossed it aside. She slowly turned around and he hooked his thumbs in her thong and pulled it down her thighs. She grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head. Then she took his jeans off slowly. She smiled when he twitched and started to rise. She pulled back the comforter on the bed and pulled him down on the bed with her. He kissed her neck, making her squirm beneath him. He kissed and sucked his way down her chest and flat stomach. He found her clit and gave it a lick. She responded with a throaty moan. He knew he was in the right spot. He licked and sucked it like a lollipop. She came in his mouth only after a few minutes. He rose up between her legs, harder than ever before. He put in just the head and looked at her as she begged him to go all the way in. He slowly pushed until he was completely inside. He began to move in and out of her, slowly picking up the pace with his balls slapping her ass with every thrust. He leaned forward and took a nipple in his mouth biting gently. She had her hands on his ass, and dug her nails in, pulling him in deeper. She dragged her nails up his back, making him buck, driving him even deeper inside of her. This is what she wanted... for him to be as deep as possible. He felt so good. They changed their pace, and she her arched her hips to meet him with every thrust. She started to moan loudly, telling him to fuck her harder and faster. Their orgasms were simultaneous and they stared into each other's eyes as they both went over the edge. They lied there trying to catch their breaths, just holding on tightly to the other. They got up and went into the bathroom to clean each other off. She ran hot water into an old claw foot tub. She added a bubble bath solution before she climbed in, and motioned for him to join her. She smiled and reminded him that they had all weekend to do it again, again and again.