8 comments/ 40144 views/ 6 favorites The Photographa By: ladyellen Laura was just about to leave the office when Alan Carter, the managing editor of Close Up, called her into his office. "Have you anything important on tonight?" he asked. Laura looked at him puzzled. Was he about to ask her out? He saw the expression on her face. "No, I'm not asking you out," he said with a smile. "It's just that I have these two tickets for the opening of a new photographic exhibition that features some of Jim Lisle's work and I was wondering if you could use them." Jim Lisle was one of Laura's favorite photographers. She loved his pictures. She nodded at Alan. "No, I have nothing important on, and yes, I would love to use them." "Should be a good do," Alan said. "I hear it's an exceptional collection, and there's always plenty of free champagne flowing at these do's." Laura looked at the tickets he handed to her. She saw that as well as the other photographers exhibiting, Jim Lisle himself was going to be there in person. Interesting, maybe she could get a story. Laura was one of the feature editors of the magazine Close Up, a new magazine that dedicated itself to the up and coming as well as the better known photographers. She made her way down to the parking lot and before she got in her car, she rang her friend Andria and asked her if she fancied a night out. Andria, never one to refuse a free night out, told her she would love to go and Laura arranged to pick her up at eight. The street around the gallery was well parked up with cars when the girls arrived but they managed to find a spot not too far away. As they entered the exhibition, an attractive young lady handed them a program while another offered them a glass of champagne. The gallery itself was quite full with people and it was not easy to get near some of the exhibits. Jim Lisle's work always attracted the crowds. He was one of the countries leading photographers. His main subjects were classic nudes photographed in unusual locations, mainly in or around well known public buildings and busy city streets. As usual at these do's when the food was served, it was easier to see the pictures as everyone was feeding their faces. Adrian had wandered off to get some food for them both while Laura walked around looking at the pictures. She was standing looking at a wonderful picture of a totally naked woman taken in a busy fruit market. The contrast of the naked woman and the colorful fruit made it an excellent picture, but what interested Laura was the fact that there were people all around her, although none of them seemed to be noticing the naked girl. Looking at the picture Laura felt a sudden realization. This was the fantasy that had invaded her thoughts on many lonely nights when she was alone in her bed: being totally naked in a very public place. "Do you like that one?" A voice behind her made her turn quickly. A tall strikingly handsome young guy in a denim jacket and jeans was smiling at her. Laura nodded. "Yes, I think it's exceptional," she said. It was then it suddenly struck her who she was speaking to. "You're Jim Lisle," she stated. The guy smiled and nodded. "And you are?" Laura gave him her name and passed him a business card. He nodded. "I've seen Close Up," he said. "You do some good work." Just then Andria came back with a plate filled with food. Jim smiled. "Are you that hungry?" he asked, looking at the plate. Andria nodded as she munched on a filled roll. "Starving." He smiled at Laura. "It's been nice meeting you both," he said. "Enjoy your food and I will catch you later." He smiled again in Laura's direction as he walked over to talk to some other guests. Andria watched him go, then turned to Laura. "I think he fancies you," she said with a grin. Laura and Andria hung around as the crowd started to leave. Laura knew it would do her no harm if she were to get an interview with Jim Lisle for the magazine. They were at the bar refilling their glasses when Jim came up to them. "You two still here?" he inquired with a cheeky grin. Laura smiled. "Well, you can't let all this free drink go to waste, can you?" Jim nodded. "Just help yourselves, girls, it's all paid for." "I was hoping you might do an interview for Close Up," Laura said. Jim smiled. "I can't see why not," he said. "It's a bit busy tonight, so why don't you come over to the studio tomorrow and we can work out something." Laura thanked him and said she would ring him the following day. When the following morning Laura informed him of the proposed interview, Alan was impressed. "Good for you," he said. "Jim Lisle will make a good article. Let me know how it's going. We might find a position for it in the next issue." Laura was pleased with Alan's compliments and she rang Jim up to make an appointment. "Come over any time this afternoon," he said. "I've nothing spoiling." Laura was excited that afternoon when she took a cab over to Jim's studio. She knew this could be a big break for her. She pressed the buzzer on the door next to his name plate and a voice told her to come up. There was a buzz as the lock was opened. The studio was larger than she had expected. It was in what used to be a large warehouse or factory, and had much worn wooden floors and lots of light that came in from windows all along one side. Scattered around the floor were a multitude of objects from a grand piano, odd items of machinery, parts of cars and other items too numerous to mention. Jim came over and greeted her with a smile. "Yes, it looks a little untidy," he said looking around, "but I like it that way." He offered her a glass of red wine from an open bottle and they sat down to chat about his work. The first question she asked him was why was it he predominantly photographed nudes? Jim looked at her and smiled. "That's because I like to see a woman with her clothes off." Laura felt a little uncomfortable as he looked her up and down. "There is nothing as beautiful as a naked woman," he said. She then asked him about his work and his on going theme of picturing his nudes in very public locations. "I like to show a contrast between the naked body and its surroundings. Many photographers shoot their models in beautiful locations. This is fine but then you have two beautiful things in the picture. By photographing them in urban surroundings it intrigues the person looking at the picture and also contrasts sharply with the model. The interview went very well. Laura seem to get on with Jim. She could see where he was coming from. He showed her pictures from his early days, and she noted that he had always concentrated on the same theme, putting the model against or in some location or with an object that strongly contrasted with her naked beauty. Between them they finished the first bottle of wine and started on a second. Laura quickly realized she was beginning to feel the effect, but she wanted to keep things sweet by not being negative and refusing. "Have you ever done any modeling," Jim suddenly asked her. Laura shook her head and laughed. "No, it's not for me," she said. Jim shrugged. "It's a pity. You have a very expressive face and from what I can see of it, an attractive figure." Laura felt herself blushing slightly at the comments. Jim picked up a Polaroid camera and shot off a couple of shots. "Oh, no, I must look awful," Laura cried. Jim laughed at her embarrassment. "That's what they all say, but they really know they look great. Here, look," he said, handing her the pictures. Laura did have to admit that the pictures did look good of her. "Can I keep these?" she asked. "I don't have any recent pictures of me." Jim nodded. "My pleasure," he said. Then he got up and went over to a bench and picked up another camera, a more professional looking one. "Let's take some decent pictures of you," he said, aiming the camera at her and looking through the view finder. He took several shots, then plugged the camera into a computer and showed Laura the pictures. She was amazed! She had never seen herself looking so good on a photograph. Jim saw the awed expression on her face. He smiled. "I told you, you would make a great model." He poured her another glass of red wine while he printed off a couple of the pictures for her. Laura was thrilled. He then suggested that they take some more. By this time Laura was in a relaxed, excited mood and readily agreed. He placed her up against some of the objects scattered around the room. Laura was quickly becoming excited about the whole thing. The drink was relaxing her and she was enjoying her new experience. She never considered or hesitated for a moment when he asked her to loosen a couple more buttons on her blouse, or raise her skirt a little higher to expose for him the frilly lace tops of her hold ups. She laughed and enjoyed the sensation when he suggested the she remove her blouse altogether. Quickly her skirt followed and she posed happily for him in her brief undies. She felt hot and excited as the attractive photographer looked at her through his view finder, asking her to turn this way and that. She truly expected his next request would be for her to remover her underwear and she was getting more than a little aroused by the prospect of appearing naked before him, but to her disappointment, he suddenly called it a day. He left her slipping back into her clothes as he went back and sat at his computer desk and downloaded the pictures. She was feeling hot and aroused as she watched him print a selection of pictures. Inside her tight bra, her nipples felt hard and she knew she was probably leaking a little into her panties. He ran off a couple of sheets of pictures for her and told her to take them home and pick out a few and he would run some prints off for her. Laura thanked him, and he leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. "Its been a pleasure meeting you," he said. "We should do it again sometime soon. Give me a ring when you have sorted out the pictures you want and we will fix something up." On the way home in the cab she was fantasizing what it would have been like if he had asked her to strip completely, and just what it would have felt like to display herself naked in front of him. She realized of course that he had seen lots of naked women, but for Laura it would have been the first time. She sighed. What a pity things had ended when they had. The following day she went in to see Alan and told him that the interview had gone well, but as she was going back to interview him more, she thought it would be better and it would give her more time if the Jim Lisle interview was held over until the next issue. Alan had to agree with her. She did not mention the pictures he had taken of her, but she did consider using them in the final article. It was two days since she had done the interview with Jim. She had spent the last two nights lying on her bed looking at the sheets of pictures that Jim had given her. She had to admit she did look good. She was glad that she had worn some sexy undies that day. The more she looked at the photos, the more she fantasized about what it would have been like to strip completely naked, to let the attractive young photographer see her body as he had seen so many other women's bodies: naked, hiding nothing from him. She felt herself getting wet again. She slid her hand inside her panties. Her pussy lips were moist and as she pressed her finger inside, she could feel the warm wetness. She was jolted from her reverie by the phone. She wiped her hand on the bedclothes and picked up the phone. It was Jim. "Hi, there. I thought you were going to ring me?" Laura didn't know what to say. "I've been a little pushed. I was going to call you tomorrow," she said a little unconvincingly. "It's about tomorrow I've called," he said. "I want you to come over. I have something I want to discuss with you." She pressed him but he wouldn't discuss it on the phone. "Come over tomorrow, just after lunch." Laura said she would be there. She arrived at his studio at around 1:30. Jim buzzed her in and greeted her with a smile. "Nice to see you again," he said. He offered her a glass of wine. Laura smiled. He always seemed to be drinking. She accepted a glass. "What is it you wanted to talk to me about that you couldn't say on the phone?" she asked. He went over to his desk and picked up a folder. "It's about these," he said, passing the folder to her. Laura opened the folder and pulled out several 12x10 pictures. They were the ones he had taken the other night. She looked through them. She could see he had worked on them. They were stunning! She couldn't believe it was herself she was looking at. She looked up at him as he stood there, sipping on his wine, watching her. "I have to say they are very good," she said. Jim nodded. "Yes, they are good, but it's not just the pictures that are good, it's the model as well. Laura, I have to say you would make a superb model and that's what I want to talk to you about." She looked at the pictures again. She knew when these were taken she was a little worse for drink. Yes, she had wanted to strip for him then, and she began to feel warm as she remembered the last two nights, but that was a fantasy. To do it in the broad light of day was a completely different thing. "I want to thank you for the offer," she said, "and I can't say that I'm not flattered but I already have a job." "I'm not offering you a job," he said, "just maybe a couple of day's work." He smiled. "I thought that maybe we could work it in with the interview." He looked at her. "I have a new exhibition coming up, of all my own work, that I am working on at the moment. I'm sure your magazine wouldn't turn down a picture scoop of a Jim Lisle exhibition." Laura thought about it. She knew what Alan would say if he had heard the offer. "You go for it, girl," was what he would have said. She looked at Jim. "What do you want from me?" He shrugged. "I just want you to model for me for the last few pictures. I have the biggest part of the work done, but I can't find the right girl for the final shots." He smiled at her. "I knew the first time I saw you that you were the right girl, so that's one reason I took the pictures of you. Once I saw the result, I knew I was right." "But I've never modeled before," Laura protested. Jim nodded. "That's another reason I want you, you're a fresh face." Laura sighed. "The main thing is I'm not sure I could model naked, and I suppose I would have to be naked." Jim nodded. "Oh, yes, you would have to be naked," he said with a grin. He poured her another drink. "Would you at least consider it?" he asked. "I wouldn't ask you if I weren't desperate." Laura said she would think about it, they finished their drinks, and he rang a taxi for her. Later that evening she rang Andria and told her what had happened. "I told you he fancied you," she said. Laura asked her what she should do about the photo assignment. Andria told her that she knew what she would do if an attractive guy like Jim Lisle had asked her to take her clothes off. She had a restless night thinking about the job. Could she, would she? In the end she decided that she needed to talk with Jim again, so first thing in the morning she rang him. "I hope you have rung me to say you will do the job," he said. She told him that the reason she had rung was to say she might, but she needed to talk to him about it. "Fair enough, get a cab over her and we can talk." Within an hour she was in his studio. She explained to him her concerns. She had never modeled before, she had never displayed herself naked, she was not sure that she could do it. Jim smiled and patted her arm. "You'll be fine," he said. "It may be a bit nerve racking at first, but I can assure you it won't be long before you will be wondering what you were worried about." She felt a little reassured. "Tell you what, why don't we do some pictures here and now get your inhibitions over?" Laura looked at him. "Here, now?" she stammered. He nodded and picked up his camera. Laura hesitantly followed him over to where the piano and the other items were set out. He pressed a button and light relaxing music filled the room. He started directing her as he had done the other night. She wasn't as high on drink as she had been then, but when he asked her to remove her blouse, she still did so with little hesitation. Her skirt soon followed and she was left in her attractive, though brief, bra and panties. She was now beginning to feel excited. The initial feeling of discomfort had left her. Jim had been right, although she knew this time that she would have to go all the way. She was actually now looking forward to it. Jim was good at his job and he took things slowly with her, not wanting to push her too hard. He made sure she was totally relaxed about it before he asked her to remover her bra. Once the bra had gone and her magnificent breasts were on view, she seemed to feel a change. He smiled to himself as he looked at those wonderful firm breasts. She was everything he knew she would be. With her bra removed Laura had no qualms about caressing her breasts in front of him and touching her already hard nipples. Laura knew now that she wanted to please Jim. She wanted him to see everything she had to offer, but Jim bided his time, not wanting to rush her. He badly needed her to complete his exhibition pictures, and he wanted it to be her choice to do the job. He ran through a lot more film before he asked her to remove that last item of clothing. Laura smiled at him as she slid her panties down over her hips and eased them down her long legs. She was naked at last. Jim looked at her in all her naked glory. Yes, she was perfect for the pictures: tall, voluptuous and sexy; everything he required. Laura herself was excited now being naked in front of Jim. Her nipples ached and she could feel her pussy was damp. He took loads more pictures of her, knowing that the longer he kept her posing naked for him the more used to it she would get. He wanted her to be totally comfortable with displaying her naked body before he got her to do the pictures he wanted, the special ones he wanted for the exhibition. Laura was quite surprised when he told her she could get dressed. It seemed a bit of an anticlimax, but she slipped back into her clothes while Jim downloaded his camera. "You were sensational, Laura," he said. "How did you find it?" She smiled. "You were right. It was a little nerve racking at first, but when we got going, it was quite good fun." Jim smiled. "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself," he said. "Will you do the pictures for me?" Laura smiled. "I don't suppose you are going to stop asking me are you?" Jim shook his head. "No, you're right. I will keep on at you until you say yes." Laura grinned. "OK, then, I'll say yes." Jim came over and hugged her and kissed her on the cheek. "Thank you, Laura, thank you so much." It was a few days later. Jim had come over to the office to speak with Alan with Laura present. Laura thought she ought to get the whole thing checked out with her boss. When Jim explained what the deal was, Alan looked at her. "Are you sure you're quite willing to go along with this?" he asked, a little surprised. Laura nodded. "Yes, Jim has promised me it will be an exclusive scoop for our magazine." Alan nodded. "Well, it's your story," he said. They talked some more and Alan said that as long as Laura was happy he was more than happy. It would mean a big boost in circulation, and that meant more money. Alan agreed to let Laura have two days off to do the shoot, and Jim said that he would need to meet up with her to go through his requirements. "Maybe we could meet for dinner," he suggested. Laura agreed that would be a nice idea. Jim wanted to get her in a good mood before he told her about the pictures. He was not out of the woods yet. He knew that when Laura heard where the pictures were going to be taken she might pull the plug on the whole thing, but he really hoped things would go ahead now things had gone this far. The Photographa Jim picked her up in a taxi later that evening. He looked smart. It was the first time Laura had seen him dressed up. He looked a different person. He took her to a nice restaurant that he knew. It was not too crowded and the tables were set out in such a way that they were not overlooked by the next table. He ordered some wine and when the waiter returned with it, he poured them both a glass before leaving the bottle on the table. They spent some time on the menu but in the end they managed to decide what they both wanted from the extensive menu. Jim held up his glass. "To my great new model," he said. Laura smiled. Then he told her that he wanted to talk her through the series of pictures he wanted to take. Laura had been feeling a little nervous about the pictures. She remembered from the last show she had attended with Andria the sort of pictures that Jim took, and what was more worrying to her was the location of some of his pictures. Jim told her that at the moment there were four locations he intended using, and depending on how things went, he had planned on spending about half a day on each shoot. He would only finish up with one or two exhibition pictures from each location but that was normal. At that moment the waiter arrived with their first course. Laura had ordered prawns and Jim Pâté. The food looked delicious and they tucked in to it. Between mouthfuls Jim went on to tell her that the first location was a subway station. He wanted to get there early morning, and he had already checked out a location. It was just right for what he wanted. One side of the track was very busy with passengers going into work and the other side almost empty at that time in the morning. Laura looked at him. "And where do I come into this?" she asked. Jim gave her one of his smiles. "Well, the idea I'm working on is that you appear on the empty side of the station. I have tried a few random shots there and what I want is to get you and the crowd in the same shot." She looked at him. "And I suppose for this I'm completely naked?" she asked. Jim nodded. Laura didn't say anything for a while. She just slowly ate her food. In her mind she was imagining standing on that subway platform completely naked, facing god knows how many people on the other platform. She squeezed her legs together tightly as she felt a twinge of pleasure go through her. Unknown to anyone but herself, Laura's life long ultimate fantasy was to appear naked in a crowded public place. Now, unbelievably, she was getting the chance to do it. She looked up from her food and smiled at Jim. "Sounds fun," she said in a slightly husky voice. Through the next three courses he explained to her the other locations. By the time they were on to their dessert, Laura was in a state of high arousal at the thoughts and visualizations of what he was telling her. She could feel her now sodden panties sticking to her skin as she moved her body. She was hoping against hope that tonight Jim was going to make a move on her. He had been a perfect gentleman so far, but now she really needed him to do something for her. She edged slightly towards him and felt her leg pressing against his. He looked at her. "Are you OK?" he inquired. Laura nodded. Then he smiled. "It's turning you on, isn't it, the thought of what you are about to do?" She nodded, and in a slightly hushed tone, she told him about her fantasy. He smiled. "Well, it's nice that we can do something about it." She reached for his hand under the table and gripped it tightly. "Please, Jim, I need to feel you touching me." He looked around. No one seemed to be taking any interest in them. He let go of her hand and moved his hand down to her knee. Then he began to move it slowly up her leg, gently caressing the warmth of her inner thigh. He was close to her pussy now and she knew he must be able to feel the dampness. Laura groaned quietly as his fingers lightly brushed the damp material that covered her pussy. "Oh, please, Jim," she moaned, "please touch me there." She felt him ease aside the thin material. Then his fingers were slowly exploring the delights that were her pussy. "I shouldn't be doing this," he whispered. "I have a rule not to get involved with my models." Laura smiled. "Rules are made to be broken," she said hoarsely as she held his hand in place over her pussy. Jim ran his finger slowly up her cleft. He located her clit in its secret hiding place, then pressed it. She gasped as he began to rotate it under his finger. "Oh, yes," she murmured. "Oh, yes,yes,yes." She orgasmed quickly and quietly, and then slumped back in her seat. "Thank you," she said. "That was wonderful." The waiter arrived with coffee and liquors. He looked at Laura's flushed face. "Is it a little too warm in here for madam?" he inquired with some concern. Laura shook her head. "No, I'm fine. It's cooling down now, thank you. I must have over indulged." They finished the rest of the meal without saying much to each other. Jim dropped her off at her apartment and refused the offer to come in. "I don't want to get involved until the exhibition is out of the way" he said. It seemed a bit of a lame excuse but Laura smiled and kissed him lightly on the cheek. "Pick you up Thursday morning, 7 a.m.. Be ready. We have to start as early as possible," he said as she got out. Laura watched him drive off with some regret. The night before the assignment she had her dream fantasy again. This time she was in a large crowded football stadium. She was walking down an aisle way towards the pitch, naked, and everybody around her was cheering. When she stepped on to the pitch Jim Lisle was there waiting for her, camera in hand. He took pictures of her and handed them to the crowd. They were fighting to get at the pictures. Suddenly the pitch was crowded with people. Jim was taking picture after picture and the crowd was snatching them from him. The crowd was pressing around her. They were touching her, her breasts, her legs, her most intimate parts. She woke with a start. The alarm was ringing. The bed clothes were crumpled and she struggled to get to the alarm and turn it off. She was hot and flustered as she got out of bed and made her way to the shower. By the time she emerged she was feeling better. She wrapped a terry robe around herself and made some breakfast cereal and toast with orange juice and coffee. Jim had told her two things she had not to do: wear any make up, and wear anything tight next to her skin. Elastic made marks that took time to go away. It was a nice warm morning so she selected some wide legged French knickers with a loose elastic top. She didn't bother with a bra and slipped into a long button through dress and sandals. Dead on time the doorbell rang. It was Jim. He walked her to a large white van. There were already six people in the cab that had two rows of seats. There were two girls and a guy on the rear seat. They moved up to allow Laura to get in. As they pulled away Jim introduced her to the crew. "The two girls beside you are Olivia and Karen. They do the make up and the costumes." The two girls smiled a greeting. "That's Conrad on the end: he's my lighting man. Des and Joe, these two big lads do the humping and help with security and Mick, here, he's the driver and general gofer." Laura acknowledged everyone and they were soon chatting among themselves. It was about a ten minute ride to the first location and soon they were pulling into a reserved parking space. Jim, being well known for his work, always sought permission before using a location. He had already been around earlier in the week and fixed things up with the people who worked there. While Des and Joe were unloading what was required for the shoot, Jim took Laura, Conrad and the girls down onto the platform. It was just like he had explained. The up side of the track was crowded with dozens of passengers waiting to go into work while on the down side there were only a couple of people waiting. The track curved round through the station and he showed Laura that if she came out of the exit at the top of the platform, he could get a shot of her as she stood on the edge of the platform and he could also take in all the people on the other side of the track. Jim had a word with Conrad about the lighting and Laura was left on her own. She looked across the track. The station was packed with people and shortly she was going to walk out and face them naked. She wondered for a moment what the hell she was doing here. Then Karen came over and said that the station manager had agreed they could use his office to do the make up and a place for her to undress. "Better than stripping off on a breezy platform," she said with a grin. The small office was nice and warm. Olivia asked Laura to undress. She carefully checked over her body and touched up a few blemishes. Then she handed her a coat and had her sit down in front of a portable mirror to do her make up. While Laura worked on her makeup, Olivia tended to her hair. Jim called in and said that everything was ready. Des and Joe were on security to stop anybody wandering into the shoot. Karen told him that they were just about done. She passed Laura a pair of 6" heels and she slipped them on. Jim looked at Laura. "Well, it's all down to you now," he told her. "I'll get down to my position," he then said to Karen,"and call you on the radio when I'm ready." Now the butterflies in Laura's stomach were really flying. She knew this was the moment, the moment she had dreamt about all her life. Karen took her arm and led her from the office to the station exit. She saw Joe was up at the other end of the short passage chatting to a couple of passengers. He nodded at them. The radio on Karen's belt crackled. "Ready when you are." Jim's voice came through the radio very clearly. Karen took the radio from her belt. "It's a go now," she said, and before Laura had time to stop her, she had eased the coat off Laura's shoulders. Laura was naked apart from a pair of high heels. There was now no where to go but out there, or she was going to look very silly. Karen gave her an encouraging push, Laura steeled herself, and walked slowly out onto the platform. As she appeared the hustle and bustle on the other side of the platform died away. Laura lowered her eyes. She couldn't look at them but she began to feel the excitement. She knew that there must be a hundred people across the other side of the tracks all looking at her naked body. She glanced up at the illuminated station board, then turned and began to walk slowly down the station. She could sense her breasts moving, swaying slightly with the movement of her body. She saw Jim in front of his camera, poised, clicking away. Then there was a sudden rush of air and noise as a train pulled into the platform opposite. Jim smiled and raised his thumb and Karen came on and wrapped the coat around her shoulders. In moments she was back in the small office. Jim came in, checking his pictures. "That was very good," he said. "How was it for you?" he asked Laura. She grinned at him. "Exciting!" He laughed. "I think we will do one more. We'll just let a train clear this side first." Olivia walked in with some coffees in paper cups. Laura took one gratefully. With their side of the station clear, they waited for the crowd to build up on the other side. Jim was already in position. She again got a go call from Jim. This time Laura slipped out of the coat herself. She felt more confident as she walked out. Again a hush descended on the station. She was able to look at them, to see them pointing to her, staring at her, awed by her nakedness and beauty. She strode with more confidence: her breasts jiggled, her nipples bounced, she felt the excitement, and she loved it. No train pulled in this time and Laura had to do the return walk watched by her admirers. Jim came in. He was pleased with the pictures. "I'm sure I have gotten something I can use," he said, so we'll call it a wrap on that one. Olivia passed Laura her clothes and she slipped back into them. They packed up their belongings and made there way back up to the van. They hadn't used much equipment apart from two lighting boards so they were soon on their way. Surprisingly, they had been down at the subway for a couple of hours on that first shoot and Jim decided to stop for some lunch before they arrived at there next location. Mick spotted a nice looking roadside diner and he pulled in. After a satisfying lunch and a rest, they were soon on their way again. They needed to be at their next location around mid afternoon. Jim explained to Laura where they were going. It was a small fishing port about 40 miles away. Here, the fish were landed on the quayside and local buyers came and bought the fish in large open sheds built along the quayside. He told Laura there would be no special set locations for the pictures. They would just have to play it by ear. It did mean that she would have to remain naked during the shoot while Jim followed her around. He told her he had been to the market a few days ago and spoken to most of the workers there. They knew what to expect. He had been to and met them in their local bar where they all usually met up after the market was done. He had taken along some of his pictures to show them. He told them he knew that a naked model walking around would cause a stir but he asked them if they could carry on as normal as possible as he did not want to get them in the picture staring at the model. He said, with a grin, he would make sure there was plenty of time to get a look at her when they were out of the picture. They arrived just in time. The fishing boats were just returning and some of the early ones were unloading already. It did not take them long to get ready as there was no equipment required apart from one large reflector board that Conrad would be using. Olivia checked Laura's make up in the van. When the others had gotten out she quickly stripped off and slipped into the coat she had worn at the station. She stepped out of the van and slipped her feet into the high heels. She was ready when Jim came over. "We'll start over there on the quayside," he said. Olivia picked up her make up case and came with them. "Just in case of an emergency," she said. They followed Jim over to the quayside where the boats were unloading their catch. Jim looked at Laura. "I know it's a bit public here," he said, "but you did a great job this morning so you should feel more confident." Laura smiled "I'm ready when you are," she said, and with that, she opened her coat and slipped out of it. Laura found it an even more erotic and arousing experience this time. The people were closer to her. As she wandered naked down the quayside looking down at the boats, some of the guys on the boats shouted comments at her, most of them complimentary. She found it a lot more exciting, feeling the people so close, looking at her breasts and nipples that were already hard and extended. Some of them licked their lips with interest as they admired her shaven pubes, and the exciting cleft of her pussy lips. They continued their walk and eventually went inside the shed where the fish were being auctioned. Most of the people in there had not heard about the photo shoot and were more than a little surprised to find a beautiful naked girl in their midst. Laura was now reveling in the experience and she knew she must be getting quite wet. She hoped that it didn't show. Jim called a halt after about 40 minutes. He said he had gotten all he needed for the time being, and they made their way back to the van. Now with some reluctance, Laura slipped back into her coat. She was really beginning to enjoying the experience of being naked in public and would have been quite happy to stay naked. Once back in the van they sent Mick out for coffees. Jim said he had decide on some more pictures he wanted to take later that afternoon when the market was closed. They sat around in the van drinking coffee waiting for the last of the buyers to drive off. "OK, gang," he said when he saw the last van leave, "let's go up to the bar and have a real drink." He led them out of the van and over to the bar. It was crowded with fishermen and quayside workers all still in their working clothes. There was a distinct smell of fish in the air which made Laura wrinkle her nose. Jim bought them all a round of drinks, including some of the workers who had been in the pictures. Then he turned to Laura. "I want to take some more pictures in here if it's OK by you," he said. Laura now understood. She had wondered why he hadn't told her to get dressed. "Would you do it for me? I saw it last time I was here. It's quite a dingy place and there will be a sharp contrast between the men in their working clothes and your nakedness. I'm sure if you do it we will get some wonderful pictures." Laura smiled. "It's no problem, Jim," she said. "I have learned something today working with you. As long as I'm naked and people are looking at my body I'm a happy bunny." Then much to the pleasure of everyone in the bar Laura slipped out of her coat. She was instantly aroused as the men gazed at her nakedness. Her nipples were hard and erect and she could feel her juices beginning to flow as she was even more excited when Jim set up poses of her surrounded by the workmen. She could feel their rough clothes pressing up against her nakedness, and even the occasional hand touching her body. She now seemed totally at ease as she made her way around the bar chatting with the guys while Jim took photographs. Laura loved it, especially when hands brushed her body, accidentally or not. They spent over two hours in the club, and the whole crew, apart from poor Mick the driver, were well on the way to being drunk before they all left. Back home in town Laura's first job was to shower. She was feeling a little smelly after spending the last two hours with the fishermen. She was also feeling more than a little aroused and when she slipped under the sheets her hands closed around the special vibrator she kept under her pillow in case of emergency, and tonight, the way she was feeling, it was an emergency. The following morning Laura was picked up early again. They had maybe two more shoots to do but it depended on time. Jim had brought with him the same crew as yesterday. They all greeted Laura enthusiastically. She had done a good job for them yesterday and they were happy to work with her again. Their first location of the day was at a steam railway museum about twenty miles out of town. Railways were a theme that had intrigued Jim Lisle for some time, and at last he was getting his chance to do something with it. He liked the idea of extremely large, dirty steam locomotives, with lots of smoke and steam and all this contrasting with the naked female form. This one had turned out to be a most expensive shoot for him, and he hoped the expense was going to pay dividends. Although the railway museum was manned by volunteers and run as a charity, he still had to pay to hire the station for the day. Actually he only needed it for half a day but he had to book it for the whole day. Then because it was going to be a 50 era situation, he had also to hire extras, costumes, and even some props. He hoped it was all going to be worth it. Actually it took over two hours to get everything set up and ready for the shoot. Karen and Olivia had to help with the extras and everyone else in the crew seemed to be working, so Laura was left on her own. She wandered around the old station for a while then went into the buffet and ordered a coffee and a bacon sandwich. The buffet was empty and Laura sat at the counter and chatted to the young attractive girl who was called, according to her name tag, Mandy. She told Laura that she was also a volunteer and working in the buffet today. The Photographa "Are you part of the crowd who is here today?" Mandy asked. Laura smiled and nodded. "Yes," she said, "I am working with them later." The girl leaned across the counter. "I have heard that they are going to take some pictures of a naked woman with one of the trains," she said in a low voice. Laura smiled again. "Yes, they are," she said. "I wouldn't fancy having to take all my clothes off in front of all those people," Mandy said, glancing out of the window at the crowd on the platform. "I don't know," said Laura with a slight smile. "I bet it might be quite interesting." At last Karen came in and said they were just about ready. Laura smiled at Mandy and thanked her for her company. "I've got to go and do some work now," she said. Karen and Olivia had taken over a small waiting room to use as a dressing and make up room. Laura quickly undressed and Karen checked her body and make up while Olivia saw to her hair. Laura was again feeling the thrill of what she was about to do. Just then Jim came in. He glanced at Laura's naked body. "I see you're ready for work," he said with a smile. He pulled up a stool and went through the story line with her. "How do you feel about dogs?" he asked. Laura looked at him. "I don't have a problem with them, why?" He smiled. "Well, I have one for you as part of the set up. You will meet him later." He explained to her the running order of the shoot. She would arrive at the station in a taxi, the dog would be with her in the taxi. She would get out and stand and watch as her luggage was unloaded by a porter, then walk through into the booking hall. After picking up her ticket she would go through onto the platform. There she would stand and wait as the train pulled in with the guard opening the carriage door for her. Once on the train, that would be the end, but then he said, "Although I might do some inside later if there is time." Karen passed Laura her coat "OK, let's go to work." They walked out to the front of the station to find Jim waiting there with Conrad. He was chatting to the driver of a vintage taxi. Awaiting her also was a guy holding onto the lead of a large Afghan hound. Laura leaned over and patted the dog. "He's called Bruce," the guy said, passing the lead to Laura. "He's your co-star." Jim nodded to Laura. "Right, let's get started." She smiled and slipped off her coat much to the obvious delight of the taxi driver and the dog handler. Laura again felt the thrill of exposing her nakedness to strangers as she stepped into the taxi. As the taxi did a short circle Laura observed the driver looking at her through his rear view mirror. When it pulled up she could not resist parting her legs slightly wider than necessary as she got up, giving him an unrestricted view of the intimate delights between her open thighs. Jim and Conrad were waiting as the taxi pulled up and Jim told her how to pose as she waited for her luggage to be unloaded. Then they followed her through into the booking hall where he took more pictures and then out onto the platform. There were quite a few extras out on the platform as Laura stood there with the porter and her cases. She was holding Bruce on a short lead. Laura was again excited about being naked and being observed by so many people. As the large locomotive slowly pulled into the station, the engineer was leaning out of the cab. He could clearly see the naked girl on the platform. He called his fireman across. "Come and get a look at this, Eric," he said. The Fireman came over and they both leaned out of the cab and admired Laura's naked beauty. As the train passed her, clouds of warm steam caressed her naked body. This pleased Jim. It was just what he was looking for. As the train pulled to a halt the guard who was standing with Laura opened the door for her. She turned to look at Jim. He nodded to her and she led the dog into the carriage. Jim was pleased with the first shoot. Karen came on and brought Laura's coat with her. The dog handler followed and took control of the dog. They did a second run through just to make sure everything was OK. No one complained, especially Laura. She was enjoying herself again. Jim then did a selection of pictures in the carriage itself. When he was happy with their morning's work they all retired to the buffet and Jim provided everyone with a drink. When Mandy, the buffet attendant, brought Laura's drink over she smiled at her. "You didn't tell me you were the one who was going to be photographed without your clothes." Laura smiled at her. "You never asked me," she said. Mandy smiled and nodded. "I just want to say I thought you were beautiful. If I had a figure like yours I am sure that I would not mind showing it off to people." Laura thanked her and leaned up and kissed her on the cheek. "Thank you," she said, that was so nice of you to say. She saw Mandy blushing as she walked away. Jim came over and told Laura that he had decided to call off the last shoot of the day as they were already running late. He had decided that they had enough to go with. If they needed some more, he would have to fix up another session on another day. Laura was a little disappointed by this decision. It meant her exhibiting days were over, for the time being at least. The next two weeks were quite mundane for Laura after the thrill of exposing herself with Jim. She spent most of her time pulling together the article she was writing about Jim for the magazine. It was Monday morning two weeks after the shoot that a large box was delivered to her by special messenger. She quickly opened it to find a selection of 12x10 pictures of the photo shoots they had done. Not just the ones with Laura but ones with the other three models as well. Laura looked through them. They were stunning! There was a note from Jim saying that what he had sent were a selection of the pictures he would be using at his forthcoming exhibition, and she might want to use some of them in her article. She called Alan in and showed him the pictures. He slowly went through them. When he came to the ones of Laura, he turned and smiled at her. "You certainly made a good model," he said. Laura felt herself blushing slightly as Alan looked closely at the very explicit pictures. But she also felt that same old feeling as she again felt the thrill of exposing herself. Alan decided to pin the pictures up in the staff rest room and let the other staff member decide which ones should be used for the Jim Lisle article. He seemed to get a bit of a kick from displaying Laura's naked pictures to the other staff members. Laura herself had no objection to them seeing her. In fact, she was quite excited when she saw them looking at the pictures, especially the ones in which she appeared. A few days later an envelope arrived on her desk. It was an invitation to the opening night of the Jim Lisle exhibition. Also, there was a note asking her if she were available to come down to the studio at 7:30 a couple of evenings before the exhibition. Laura arrived by taxi and found several people already there. Some she knew, like Olivia and Karen. She saw Conrad chatting with Jim, who waved at her when she came in. There were also a couple of guys and three other girls whom she did not recognize. Karen and Olivia were handing out glasses of wine and when they came over to her, she asked them what it was all about. "You'll see later." She smiled a mischievous smile. "But knowing you as I do, I think you will enjoy it and I'm not saying any more at this stage." Laura got chatting to one of the girls she had not seen before and found out that she was one of the other models whom Jim had used for his exhibition shoot. Her name was Arleen. She was a tall slim blond and Laura then instantly recognized her from the pictures that Jim had sent. It was then that she realized the other two girls there were the other models. Jim called them all together and first of all thanked them all for their hard work in helping to produce all the work for the exhibition. He told them that the pictures were now complete and at this moment were being hung in the gallery. "What we have come here tonight for is first of all to thank you all, but also to show my four lovely models a little surprise I have for them." He looked over to where the girls were standing and smiled. He nodded towards Conrad who came forward bringing with him a life size shop mannequin. She was clad in a simple black strappy dress. "As you all know most of my work is involved in displaying the female nude in situations where the contrast between the model and her surroundings is most stark." He stopped for a moment and looked around. "On the opening night of the exhibition we will have a celebrity VIP audience with black tie dress for the men and the lady guests appropriately attired. The guests will be served wine and food and allowed to wander around at will. My staff will of course be on duty to take orders. As well as the pictures of the models I feel that I want to display the models themselves, but to have them standing around naked is a bit crass. So I have discussed this with a couple of my technical guys and we have come up with something that I think will not only entertain the guests but also continue the contrasting theme of the exhibition." Laura was interested in what he was saying but wondered just what he had in mind. He turned to Conrad and the mannequin. "I have at great expense had this dress designed special. Each of our lovely models will be supplied with one to wear on the night of the exhibition." He looked at Conrad. "But the dress has a secret." He indicated what looked like a small clasp on the thin shoulder strap. "This is a micro switch," he said. He reached in his pocket and pulled out a small device about the size of a mobile phone, then walked away from the mannequin. "Then I press one of these buttons," he said as he pressed the button. I watched as the straps of the dress parted suddenly and the dress slid down the mannequin's body and lay in a crumpled heap around her feet. I suddenly felt hot all over. I looked at the other three models. They also seemed in a state of shock having watched the demonstration. Jim smiled. "Well," he said, "I hope the people at the exhibition get just as big a surprise as you did. You should just see your faces." He called Laura and the other three models over. "Well, what do you think?" he asked. "It should be great fun," Arleen smiled. "But when will the dress come off and what do we do then?" Vicky one of the other two models asked. Jim shrugged. "That's up to you. I don't expect you to stand around naked all night. Just as long as you feel comfortable, do whatever you want. It could happen at any time. I will be watching you and when I decide that it might be an appropriate moment, I will press your button. Then it is up to you. I don't want you to panic. You can walk off straight away, but do it casually, and if you want to go through it again at another point in the exhibition, which I sincerely hope you will, one of my staff will return your dress to you." Laura felt her heart beating fast. She was excited by the idea of being suddenly stripped naked in front of such a public gathering. It had been exciting enough at the shoots parading naked before strangers but now to be told she would have to do it all over again, she almost had an orgasm on the spot. Jim asked them what they thought about the idea. Laura and Arleen were happy about it while the other two had some reservations but decided they would give it a try. Laura asked if they could try out the dress before the evening. Jim nodded. "It's no problem, I think all the dresses are here." He turned and called Olivia over. She confirmed that the dresses were all ready. "When do you want to try them?" Jim asked. Laura looked at Arleen. "No time like the present," she said. Olivia took the four girls through into a store room. The four dresses were hanging on a rail with the girls name on them. She handed them out. "It's a good idea to try them on," she said, "in case they need altering in any way. We have only two days before the opening." Laura and Arleen quickly stripped off their clothes, and when they were naked they, with Olivia's help, stepped into the dresses. The other two undressed, but not completely, leaving their panties on. Olivia checked out the dresses. They all checked out alright. She explained they needed to be a bit loose or they would not work. Laura looked at herself in a large mirror. She looked good in the dress, and it felt exciting to be totally naked under it. Olivia took the two of them out for Jim's inspection while the other two got changed again. He looked them over. "You both look great," he said. "How do they feel?" Laura shrugged. "Very nice," she said. Arleen agreed. "Well, let's see if this thing works," he said, taking the device out of his pocket. With Conrad and the two guys watching with interest (the guys, by the way, Laura had discovered from Karen, were the electronic experts who had designed the magic clasps), Jim walked to the other side of the studio and pressed the button. Laura felt the clasps give way and the dress slid gracefully down her body exposing her nakedness to the two guys. They both, she noticed with some amusement, instantly got a bulge in their pants. She turned and watched Arleen as her dress took the same journey to the floor and the tall statuesque blond was like Laura, exposed in all her naked beauty. She smiled at Laura. "I think I'm going to enjoy the exhibition." Laura agreed. The exhibition centre was filling up, and there were already queues of people lining up outside. A Jim Lisle exhibition was always a big draw. The place had the aura of a film premier. Men, some attired in tuxedoes, others in dinner jackets, mingled with ladies laden with jewelry and swathed in designer fashions. All but naked dainty Thai waitresses dispensed vintage champagne and trays of delicious eastern food. Laura and the other girls had arrived early at the request of Jim. Karen and Olivia had checked their make up and hairdos. Conrad had run a check on the radio controlled clasps on the dresses and checked the hand held controller buttons so he knew which number related to which girl. Jim had decided he couldn't really do the job and had left Conrad in charge. He would have loved to have done it himself but he knew he would be too busy with customers. Allison and Vicky, the other two models, were still not too happy about the dresses. Vicky especially complained that it had been bad enough displaying herself naked in the very public places during the photographic shoots, but what he expected of them tonight was past the limit. But she knew better than to upset Jim Lisle by refusing the assignment. One word from him and she would not get another job in this town. But she had already decided that once the dress came off, that was it. She would make a hasty retreat. The four girls changed into their dresses and Jim said they could go and have a wander around to get used to the place. Once outside in the large gallery which was on three floors, Laura felt the excitement of being almost naked with just the thin dress covering her body, a dress that at any moment would fall from her, openly displaying her naked beauty to whomever was close to her. Arleen picked up two glasses of champagne and the two girls who had now become good friends over the last few days wandered around looking at the finished pictures. The ones Jim had sent to Laura had been spectacular but the finished prints were awesome. Jim had worked in both color and black and white and the results were stunning. A large picture in one of the rooms was the one of Laura on the train platform just as the train passed. Her naked body seemed to be alight as the steam swirled around it. In another room Arleen smiled as she pointed to a picture of Laura seated in a chair with a glass of wine in her hand. She was naked, chatting to two old guys in oilskins. It was one of those Jim had taken in the club after the fish market shoot. Both the guys had pints in their hands and the expressions on their ancient weathered faces were amazing, as they both stared intently at Laura's naked body. Arleen grinned. "Those two were getting quite an eyeful, weren't they?" Laura laughed. "Yes, but I think it had been a long time since that had see anything like that." The room was starting to fill up now and the girls parted company. Jim had told them not to stick together. Laura was leaning against the rail overlooking the ground floor. She saw Allison chatting to three elderly gentlemen who were standing in front of a picture of her taken in a foundry. In the picture she was naked apart from boots and a hard hat. The flames from a furnace lit up her body. Suddenly, as Laura watched, her dress slid down her body and lay in a pool around her feet. The three guy's eyes lit up as she stood there in front of them, her firm breasts with their hard erect nipples standing proud. She casually stepped out of the dress and continued to talk to the prospective customers, much to their obvious enjoyment and also to many of the other people in the room who stopped and stared at the attractive naked model. Laura felt excited. She knew her nipples were hard, and she was beginning to feel seriously aroused. With all these people around her, she couldn't wait for it to happen. She saw the tall naked form of Arleen walking slowly through the crowd smiling at all her admirers. She stopped as she approached Laura. "Are you OK?" Laura asked. Arleen nodded and smiled. "It's just that my nipples are so hard they hurt. It's an unbelievable sensation. I feel I want to touch myself," she whispered. Laura saw her friend was correct. Her nipples were sharply extended. "I'm going to need a good fucking after this lot," she said with a grin. And then she again slowly made her way through the admiring crowd. Laura's turn came a few minutes later. She was again standing in front of the large picture taken on the station. She was talking to an American couple who introduced themselves as Faye and Morgan from Texas, and a guy called Vincent. The Americans told her that they had bought the picture, and it would be going over to the states to adorn their apartment. Vincent smiled. "I was seriously thinking about it myself but it's rather large for my apartment. But I am certainly going to purchase one of the smaller ones. You are a seriously beautiful woman." Conrad's timing couldn't have been more appropriate. Laura felt the light movement on her shoulder and the electronic switch operated and the thin straps parted. She held her breath as the dress began its decent. It snagged for a moment on her extended nipples but the weight of the material dragged it down. Laura stepped out of the discarded dress and gently moved it aside with her foot. The American woman's hand went to her mouth as Laura's naked body was displayed in front of her. "Oh my god, what a beautiful body," she gasped, turning to her husband. Laura smiled. She could see that he would not be contradicting her as he took in the naked beauty before him. Vincent in the meantime just stood with open mouth and stared at her. He evidently didn't realize that this was part of the show. The Americans were the first to regain some composure. Morgan pulled a small digital camera from his pocket. "Is it OK if we have our picture taken with you in front of our picture?" he asked Laura. She saw no reason to object and Morgan passed the camera over to Vincent. "Would you mind doing the honor?" he asked. After the picture the Americans thanked her and moved on. Laura was in no hurry to leave. She was again enjoying the sensation of being naked in a public place, seeing the people smile as they passed her, the men giving her admiring glances. Laura was feeling hot. Vincent had at last regained some of his composure, and Laura had laughingly explained to him about the dress. He seemed a little concerned at first about her nakedness but she assured him that she actually enjoyed being naked. Vincent stopped one of the skimpily clad Thai waitresses and picked up two glasses of champagne. They then wandered around together looking at Laura's other pictures. Vincent was now enjoying the company of the attractive naked Laura, and the way that the other men in the gallery looked at him enviously. The Photographer "Ouch." It hurt like hell when she rammed me from behind with that supermarket shopping cart. I was bending over, trying to get the last can of soup from the bottom shelf of the display. I almost took a header into a mountain of cans when she ran into me. At first she was embarrassed and then there was a slight lilt of amusement in her voice when she said, "Oh, please excuse me." "That's quite all right." Now it was a little funny to me too. I assessed my attacker. Perhaps my age, mid to late '40s s, but very attractive. Clear, smooth skin, expressive, hazel eyes, light brown, almost blond hair, if she had any extra pounds they were in just exactly the right places. At 11 a.m. in the morning she looked like she had just come from the gym, wearing stretchy, form fitting leotards, a baggy sweatshirt and athletic shoes. There was a twinkle in her eye and a laugh in her voice as she walked away and said, "I hope that the next time I bump into you it will be under better circumstances ." I stood there like a clod, mouth open, a can of soup in each hand and blocked from following her by my shopping cart turned the wrong way. In a wink she was gone. "Oh, well," I thought, "the story of my life, another missed opportunity." I continued shopping and was trying to find a ripe cantaloupe when a voice, lilting with amusement said "I'm glad that it's not me that you are squeezing like that." It was her again. "Do you think you could find a ripe one for me?" "If it were you, I wouldn't squeeze at all, I would just caress." She smiled but didn't reply so I offered her the choice melon, the one I picked for myself. "Try this one." "Thank you very much," and whisk, she was gone again, this time leaving me with a melon in each hand, a growing lump in my pants and the ever present shopping cart in front of me, blocking my way. I finally tracked her down in front of the dairy case. "Hey, I noticed that you are shopping for one, so how about compensating me for my damage by having lunch with me?" "Oh, thank you very much, I love to but I must get home for a phone call." I think my disappointment was showing when I said, "Sure, maybe next time." I was in the checkout line when she rammed me again, only this time a little easier and most certainly on purpose. "Say, I have an idea. Pick up something at the deli, come by my house and I will fix us lunch." "Sounds good! What about wine?" "I love red wine with everything! It makes me lose my inhibitions," she giggled. She gave me her address and said "put your food away and come by. See you soon." I went back to the deli counter and bought some nice looking smoked salmon and two servings of everything they had pre-prepared. As an afterthought I added two bottles of a nice California Merlot. I dashed back to my apartment, put my groceries away, had a quick shower and a shave, and set out to find her place. It was an older, two story, Florida style house with a huge verandah, in a part of town where the buildings were slowly being converted into professional offices. Hers was no different. In the neat, manicured, front yard, the size of a football field, there was a sign proclaiming "HARRIET MAE, PHOTOGRAPHER." A smaller sign indicated there was parking in the rear and directed me down the driveway. I parked in one of the assigned spots, gathered up my deli treasurers and was standing at the rear of the house wondering where to go, when the back door opened and there she stood. It was obvious that she had used the few minutes delay in my arrival to freshen up too. Gone were the tight pants, baggy blouse and athletic shoes. Her short brown hair had been brushed and was held in place by pink ribbon. White tennis shoes, white shorts and a sleeveless white blouse with pink floral designs completed the picture. The back door led directly into a huge kitchen. She invited me in, took the two big bags of food and remarked, "My, you went all out. I guess that you saw my name on the sign in the front yard. What do I call you, the provider?" "Well, that's not bad, I kind of like that but you can call me Ed Ward, since that's my real name." She unpacked the stuff while I fished out the wine, opened one bottle with the corkscrew she dug out of a drawer and poured some into the glasses from the cupboard. I was hovering around, generally making a pest of my self when she said "Take your wine and sit down at the table while I get this ready." That wasn't at all what I had in mind. I was very close behind her, inhaling the fragrance of her delicate French perfume when she turned around quickly and said, "What in the world are you doing?" "You smell a lot better than that smoked salmon." "Well, I am not going to let this food go to waste." She gave me a peck on the cheek and tried to mollify me by saying, "We'll eat first and then see what happens." I tried to put my arms around her but she just ducked under my elbow and started putting the food on the table. "Sit down, enjoy your lunch, and pour me a glass of wine. If you're good I'll take your picture later." I sat down and ate but there was something else I would much have rather been doing. I wondered if she knew what I was thinking and if she did, what she thought about it. Once I got into it though, the food was pretty good, but nowhere near as good as what I had in mind. I was still sitting at the table when she began to clear the dishes away. I was about to take a sip of wine when her nose touched my ear. It sent chills up and down my spine. "Mmm, you smell pretty good too, a lot better than the smoked salmon. I got up, turned around and took her in my arms. She was soft and yielding, the curves of her body melting into mine. Her full lips were as sweet as the wine we were drinking but much more intoxicating. I knew by the way she was pushing against me that she could tell I was aroused. She pushed me away and looked me straight in the eye and between short breaths gasped, "I think it's time I took your picture." "I was sure hoping for a lot more than that." "Well, we'll see," she giggled. "I always take a man's picture before I get into bed with him." "Lead the way, you can take my picture and," I added as an afterthought, "as often as you like." She took me by the hand and led me through the house, up the stairs and to what I thought was a bedroom. I was surprised when she opened the door to find that it was a large, intimate, completely furnished, studio with a small balcony. "Now, lets see how smart you are without your clothes. Take everything off." "There is one thing I have on that won't come off that easy.' "Oh, I am sure that I can get rid of it, but not right now. I really mean it, I want to take your picture. Now take off your clothes! Everything! Now!" Boy, she was bossy. I did what she wanted but felt self conscious standing there nude while she was still fully clothed. "What about you?" I asked while trying to hide the overt indication of my interest in her. "Are you sure that it won't bother you if I strip too?" "Not at all," I lied. Besides even if I got more aroused she couldn't tell it. You can only get so hard. I felt very self-conscious having my sexual interest so obvious. It was difficult trying to hide it while I watched her disrobe. I marveled that, completely nude, her attributes were even nicer then I had anticipated. She was probably just average in every department, but average meant that everything was in perfect proportion to everything else. She wore her nudeness like a badge of honor while she went about setting up the camera. There was no self-consciousness at all on her part. The telephone on the wall rang. "That may be my call," she threw this information over her shoulder as she went to answer it. "You just cool it, this may take a few minutes." You can't believe how frustrating it is to be a poised, ready for sexual activity and have a beautiful woman, completely nude, a few feet away, completely oblivious to your needs. She was chatting away with some unseen stranger at the other end of a telephone line. I had to do something about this. I slipped up behind her and kissed her on the neck, my hands snaking around her body and underneath her arms. I could feel her shiver as she tilted her head to bare more of her shoulder for my attention. A little of my tongue on the soft skin of her neck and she melted backwards into my arms, my hands encountering two mounds of the softest flesh you can imagine. I kissed again and could feel her teats harden under the gentle caress of my fingers. The areolas around the nipples were wrinkled with anticipation. "I'll -- I'll have to call you back," She stammered into the phone and without waiting for a reply, hung up. She turned around and put her arms around my neck. Just before she kissed me she said, "You had better make this worth while." Leading me by the hand like a child, she took me into the adjoining bedroom, grabbing a camera as we passed by a table. "I hope you don't mind, but I want to take a picture of your penis." I've had lots of things done to me over the years, but nothing this erotic. At first I was embarrassed, but when she began to arrange it for the best camera angle, I began to enjoy it. Her warm hands were as light as feathers, pushing, prodding and arranging. When everything was just so, she grabbed the camera and started snapping pictures from different sides. She stopped, smiled, and said, "I was going to apply a little makeup to the end to show some moisture but I see that's not necessary." She was right, but with a little more arranging there would have been more "moisture" than she wanted. "I think I have enough," She said as she sat on the bed along side of me. I pulled her up on my lap, trying not to impale her with the obstruction growing there. We kissed again and when our tongues met, it was like an electric charge ran through me. An erotic moment or two passed before we broke apart. Now, her arousal became evident. My hand found that she was every bit as moist as I was, if not more. It was her turn to be self-conscious, as her face became red. She moved off my lap and stood by the side of the bed. She laughed at my feeble attempt to cover myself with my hands. "It's not much use to try to hide it, I've already seen it, in fact I have captured it forever on film." She pushed my hand away and replaced it with hers. She knelt down and was staring at it as she gently caressed it, her face moving, almost imperceptibly toward it. All at once she bent down and kissed it on the knob. I couldn't take any more, I picked her up, placed her flat on the bed and positioned myself between her legs. Slowly, I pushed my way into heaven. I didn't want to withdraw but found that the feeling of enchantment reoccurred each time I reentered into her. Her arms were around my neck and she was breathing soft, contented, sighs in my ear. I began to pick up the pace and she admonished me to, "Slow down, take it easy and make it last." I tried but it would have been a lot easier to stem the ocean's tide than the tide of passion that was rising in me. Fortunately, she was experiencing the same exhilaration that I was, and in just a few seconds she whispered, "Oh God, now!" Her voice began to rise in crescendo until, with each stroke, she was almost screaming, "NOW! OH GOD, NOW! NOW! NOW!" I assumed that she meant that it was all right to pick up the speed, so I did. She was pushing against me as hard as I was trying to push into her. At the very moment her body went stiff, I reached the pinnacle of my exhilaration. When I was sure that she had climaxed I stopped and could feel the semen from my body erupt into her, spurt after spurt. It left me weak but I was gentleman enough that I didn't collapse on top of her. Weakly I rolled onto the bed beside her and tried to catch my breath. She nuzzled her mouth into my ear and said, "Thank you for lunch. It was well worth it. I hope that dinner and breakfast are just as good." They were. Written by E J Sheeran. Copyright (c) 11-22-2000 by E. J. Sheeran. All rights reserved. This work, in part, or whole, is not to be distributed, reproduced, transmitted or posted, in any manner, without the express written permission of the author. The Photographer The set had been made up to look like a harem with silks and satins shiny in the light. Cushions of all sizes were scattered around and lying amongst them was a voluptuous young woman, Annie. Her breasts filled her large cupped red satin bra and she lay there with a small smile of satisfaction on her face. Her auburn hair was curled and framed her plump face and her curled eye lashes fluttered at the long lean photographer who was bent over his camera. Peering through his lens he took in her whole pump body, the small roundness to her naked stomach, the matching ruby red satin panties and her long smooth legs that were curled slightly for the pose. With a small smile of his own he clicked and the picture was taken. She adjusted herself and he peered through the lens again. There was something about her, her awe of confidence in her body; that was getting to him. He normally never felt anything when it came to models but there again maybe it was because it was most of them were skinny things with no body to grab and play with. He could imagine his face buried between Annie's breasts taking in her womanly aroma. For a split second he thought about himself lying between her legs and thrusting himself deep into her. He wondered how tight she was. Taking another picture he stood straight, "Thanks, get the next one on. We are doing well today. Won't be long till we've finished." Annie sat up and stretched and the photographer let out a silent moan. For once he felt like he was heading to heaven especially as she swayed pass him evocatively. She gave him a smile as she passed, "Will be back soon." His eyes followed her bare swaying buttocks in the thong she was wearing. Before long she was back in a black satin corset that was pushing her boobs up and only just covered them this time. The black knickers she wore were tied up on the sides with large fat bows. As she walked past him he actually felt his cock swell and fight the fabric of his jeans. She lay on her back on the bed with her head hanging off the edge and her hands covering her breasts looking saucier than ever. His breathing became more ragged as he bent to look through the lens. All he saw was her looking very seductive and he knew then that he wanted her, but how? He snapped pictures as he thought about it, watching her change her pose. As he finished he remarked, "all done. Have you ever considered glamour modelling? You would be really good." "What, take my bras off?" She asked back. "Well, yeah, and made be the bottoms as well." "I've thought about it but I think most would just laugh me out of the office. Who would want me, I'm a bit on the fat side." "Well we've finished the catalogue shoot, do you want me to take a few photos and you could always see." With a grin of fun, "hell, why not? What do you want off?" "Hang on, let me get rid of your supervisors with their photos." "Ok. I'll be out back getting out of this. I don't think they'll let this lot go. Will my undies be ok?" "We can see." She bounced off the bed to get changed out of the catalogue clothes while he went to check that everything was fine for the catalogue people. Coming back once he had got rid of them she found Annie lounging on the bed in her own clothes. Her own bra and knickers were more daring then what she had been wearing. The black knickers were all lacy and through them he could just get a tantalising glimpse of her pussy. Her lacy black bra was the same and he could see her nipples peeping through. He asked with a tightness in his voice, "ready?" "What you want me to do?" "How about starting with the bra?" "There's no one going to suddenly appear is there?" "There's just you and me." He said with a reassuring smile. "Good." She held her breasts in place as she undid the bra and let it slip off her shoulders. She lay back and he took the camera off its stand to stand above her on take the picture of her holding her large bare breasts with a nipple just peeking through. He couldn't help it, it slipped from his mouth, "God you are gorgeous. How about another pose?" She rolled over and put her legs in the air, crossing them at the ankle. He stepped down from the bed and took a picture from the front, glancing at the photo once it was done. He suggested, "What about a really sexy pose, you know like how they do it with the chair but without it." "Sort of like this." She sat on the edge of the bed her legs spread as if they were going round a man's body, his body. Where were these thoughts coming from?! He shook his head to get them out of his brain but they weren't going especially as she leant back supporting herself with her hands leaving her magnificent breasts exposed, taut nipples and all. He set the camera up on it's stand as his hands were shaking. She teased, "you want some don't you?" "You don't know how much." He remarked with honesty. "You are just as gorgeous you know hone." She smiled welcomingly. He took that as an invite and stepped back over to her. She asked, "How long?" "Since that black corset, maybe before." He replied as she undid the belt and zip of his jeans. They fell to the ground, shortly followed by his boxers, letting his member spring up level with her smiling mouth. She took his cock in her hand and leant in so that it slipped into the wide O of her mouth. He watched it go in and grabbed her hair as he felt his knees go weak. Her head moved back and forth over his cock and then her tongue found the tip of it and gave it teasing licks. He moaned and held on to her hair even tighter. It had been a long time since he had had a blowjob. He stopped her, pushing her head back before he came. He want to feel her pussy and cunny wrapped round his length. She slipped further on to the bed and he followed, pulling his t-shirt off so he could feel his skin rubbing against her nipples and smooth skin. He kissed her as his hand ran up and down the side of her body until he found one of her large breasts and rolled it in his hand, feeling the nipple rubbing against his palm. She moaned as her nipples had become sensitive in the chill of the room. She felt his cock pressing against the top of her knickers and she rubbed against it. The lace rubbed against her clit turning her on and she felt them become damp from her sex juices. She gasped as she came, not expecting it at all. She wanted more now. She took his hand and guided it down and under her panties. His finger crept over her clit and then found her wet opening. He slipped the finger in making her moan again at the feel of her body clinging to his finger and wanting something thicker and bigger then it. He pushed his finger in and out. By now he was getting to the stage where he wanted her. But which way? He wanted her breasts bouncing in his face. He wanted to see himself take her and treat her like a bitch. He wanted to just ride her hard and fast. She solved it for him by pushing him off her and getting on top. She pushed her panties to one side and slowly sat down on his cock. He moaned at how tight and wet she was as he slid deep into her. She put one of her fingers in her mouth as if was a cock and played with it until it was coated with her saliva before beginning to rub herself. He just watched, eyes wide, as she used him. He didn't care. There was something about watching her that was even more erotic then doing it. Her eyes closed as the pleasure mounted in her from her clit being rubbed and her insides as well. She moved slowly up and down him while he held tight to her thigh with one hand and fondled a breast with the other. Her breath was short and sharp until she stopped breath suddenly. Her breath came out in one sudden gasp and she lay down his length with his cock still in her. He didn't dare move guessing that she had just had an orgasm. She continued to move back and forth over his cock but he took charge and taking hold of her hips pushed her firmly onto his cock. They moved together hard and fast, her breasts bouncing over his chest and face. He grabbed one and sucked at the nipple. She moaned as he sucked hard on it and then he let go as with a loud moan of his own he felt himself come inside her. He shivered as his cock shuddered in her until he felt as if Annie had wrung him dry. They lay still, his limp cock slowly slid out. He whispered, "you were better then I thought you would be." "Your cock was amazing. I'm going to need you again." She teased back at him. "Give me a few minutes. How about some more photos?" "So I can arouse you all over again." She smiled at the thought. "Maybe." He kissed her fully on the lips and their tongues danced together before they both had to stop to get a breath. The Photographer The camera can make for a great tool. Even knowing the camera is there, it still holds many voyeuristic qualities. It is like another person looking into the lives of both the subject and the photographer. A photograph reveals the soul of the photographer and the flesh of the subject. A picture of a nude woman is not simply pornography or art; it is the reflection of the artist's attitude and feelings towards the subject. Even the crassest of pornographic pictures tells us a tale deeper than its face value suggests. One only has to look beyond the banality of the picture and study the angles, the focus and the framing to read something about the artist's soul. A lone subject, a girl standing in any room in any part of the world, submits her flesh to the will of the photographer. Her hair is cared for, washed and brushed. It falls off her head like shimmering golden silk. Even the slightest breeze carries the strands as if dancing with them. Small blue bows that match her eyes hold the hair into two shoulder length pigtails. Everything about her face is perfect, at least to the artist. He walks around, surveying his subject, taking in every color, every curve, and every inch of her body. A small white shirt, tied up near her breasts, revealing her flat, tight stomach, clings to her perky little breasts like a second skin. The white cotton is perfect, a white that defines the color itself. A small pleated plaid skirt hangs off her hips, hanging down just low enough to hide her white cotton panties. A mouse sneeze would be enough to reveal a hint of the white cotton that presses against her forbidden skin. Her long legs extend down from her skirt, covered only by some white knee high socks and a pair of cute black and white saddle shoes. She gives a shy giggle as he moves closer to her, camera in hand. He ran his free hand lightly down her left arm. She shudders slightly when he touches her, but invites it. Slowly, he runs his finger tips around her body like a blind man trying to see. His fingers take in the softness of her skin, the length of her stomach and back and find the sensitive spot near her hips. She bites her lip in excitement as his fingers draw around the elastic of her underwear. He draws his hand down her hip and under her skirt. He does not violate any of her private parts, but simply runs his fingers under the elastic that hugs her hips. His knuckle lightly touches her skin above her now slightly excited pussy. It seems this is the last of his explorations as he steps away from her, looking at her through the camera. He snaps a few pics before she is ready or posing. They are candid, capturing a bit of her true nature, the real subject. There will be almost nothing of the artist in these pics; they will allow one small look from neutral eyes. He starts to direct her like a puppet. She bends to his will, accepting every command like a soldier in battle. She has forgone control and allows her body to be his canvas and paint. A rush of excitement and fear flows through her body as she becomes his slave. With nothing but a simple chair as a prop, he directs her into many different poses. She sits on the chair, legs crossed and hands folded in her lap like a proper woman. He snaps full pictures then close-ups of her body. A colorful macro shot of her hands folded against the bright plaid, an extreme close-up of the white cotton shirt with the outline of her small nipples underneath, even shots of her eyes and lips so close they look like alien planets. He looks for all the sensuality of his subject, even in the most benign places. He switches positions, each one becoming more and more revealing. Her legs spread open with the skirt hanging down covering even the slightest shot of her underwear, her slightly bent over the back of the chair, still teasing a sight of white cotton. He closes in on her, tilting the camera under her skirt and snapping some revealing pictures of the white cotton clinging so tightly to her now excited flesh. The underwear formed perfectly with her round ass and you could make out the small bump below that shaped her genitals. In his close ups, he even caught a bit of moisture building up on the fabric, the result of her excitement. Pulling the camera out from under her skirt, he runs it up over her ass and up her back, snapping pictures the whole way. His body moves closer to hers and she feels his crotch press against her ass as he takes a shot over her shoulder, down towards her breasts. He can smell her sweet, fruity perfume as he clicks away with his camera. She pushes her ass slightly back, rubbing it gently against his crotch. For the first time, she hears him give a slight breath of excitement but then composes himself to shoot. From behind, he snaps pictures of her hands grasping the back of the chair for support as she becomes more and more excited. With a single motion, his free hand unties the front of her shirt, letting the cotton fall loosely over her small breasts. Her erect nipples show quite plainly through the thin cotton. Her inhibitions left the room and she indulged in the sinful decadence of the moment. She arched her back, pushing her breasts out more and bumping her ass against him again. She looked up and started to lightly lick his neck, but he immediately pulled away. He had no intention of allowing her control here. He flipped her back around and sat her in the seat, legs spread and shirt dangling. He snapped some pictures of her belly, moving up to her chest. He got down on his knees and shot some close ups of the flesh revealed under her shirt. Her heart was thumping as he started to move the shirt aside, revealing her naked breasts. They were nice, perky, round breasts with small erect nipples. She bit her lip as he snapped pictures of her them. She breathed heavier in pleasure as he started to tease them with his free hand. Nothing blatant, just light touches that seemed to increase her arousal ten fold. She moved her right hand toward her crotch, but her grabbed it and shook his head. He put down his camera and slid both hands up each leg and pulled at her underwear. He slipped them down just below her knees. He pushed her thighs together and spread her feet causing the underwear to tighten and stretch in place. He posed her with her arms wrapping around her back, covering her breasts. He snapped pictures of her, asking her to make different teasing faces; some that looked like shock and surprise and others that looked sensual and inviting. She would shift her hips slightly and feel how wet her pussy had become and her face turned slightly red. All she wanted was too get naked and fuck the shit out of him, but she was his little slave model. She did what he said, posed how he wanted her and let the sex build up inside her. When she finally got down to just her socks and shoes, he started moving to more blatant sexuality. He snapped pictures of her playing with her nipples, some of her hand covering her naked pussy, fingers spread in such a way that it revealed nothing while telling everything. She would try to rub herself, but he would catch her and stop it. The little hints of pleasure only increased her now growing frustration. She would give anything to just rub her clit; it would only take 30 seconds to finish, just half a minute to release her frustration. He, however, was not an obliging type and continued his work. He had her move her hand away from her vagina, both for his needs and to prevent her from releasing herself. He snapped macro shots of her lips and clit; extreme close-ups that revealed how swollen and wet she really was. Her clit stood up, begging attention of any type. When he finished, he had her bend over the seat again. She was so sensitive and needy at this point that moving her thigh gave her some slight relief. He pushed on the arch of her back, thrusting her ass higher into the air. Her body vibrated with need as he started snapping pictures of her again. If this kept up any longer, she was going to run into the dressing room and finish herself off. But that wasn't going to be necessary. He started running his fingers down her back, snapping pictures the whole way. She felt his hand move closer and closer to her ass and she trembled in excitement. Instinctually, her breath got heavier and tiny beads of sweat formed on her body. She felt like a kid on Christmas morning as his hand moved further and further down her back. Every single nerve in her body beckoned the hand just a few more inches. Lightly he swept across her ass and down to her inner thigh. Just the warmth of his hand there shook her into violent pleasure. He rubbed her inner thigh, pulling slightly on the skin so she felt it all over. His hand moved up to where she really wanted it to be and hovered over her soaked lips. He ran his middle and ring fingers down, from above her clit to where the hood started then spread them, tracing them along her outer labia and up to the bottom of her ass. His teases and taunts were getting worse than ever. His fingers lightly traced her ass cheeks and moved in toward the middle. As he got closer and closer to her ass hole she gripped the seat she was bent over tightly. She could almost feel them teasing her sensitive little hole when he stopped. He wasn't touching her anymore. She almost cried out in the pain of frustration. Then she felt something, his hot breath. He was behind her, teasing everything with his breath, letting every body part know that his wet tongue was only centimeters from the flesh. He let the very tip of his tongue touch the inside of her thigh. As accidental as it seemed, everything he did was with purpose. She could feel how warm and wet his tongue was, knowing how much he desired to taste her flesh. It felt as if she was going to explode from the inside out at any moment. He must have put down the camera because she felt both hands on her ass cheeks. He spread them open and she felt something wet run down the small of her back, creeping toward her ass. It was his saliva, inching like an ever expanding worm toward that sensitive spot. It hit like a ton of bricks, just as she was expecting the light tickle of his spit on her hole, he buried his face into her ass and started licking violently. The complete shift in mood took her by surprise and she quickly lost control of herself. His tongue slid all around her ass causing her to scream in excitement. She felt his fingers push into her pussy and that was about all she needed, she felt her orgasm coming on, taking control of her and she wanted it to. Her fingers clutched the seat back harder and she let go of everything inside her. The warmth welled up inside her and the explosion was only seconds away when he stopped. Frustration like nothing she ever knew took the place of her pleasure instantly. She screamed out in anger at him, but it was no good. This was all she needed; she pulled away from the chair and started to turn to face him. He quickly grabbed her arm and pushed her back into the seat. She sat, facing him, anger flowing through her like poison. She had to finish, it was urgent. She tried to touch herself, but he stopped her. She pleaded with him but he stood there, frustratingly stoic. In a calm manner, he slowly let go of her arm and got down on his knees. He pushed her legs up and started teasing her clit with his tongue and lips. It was as if his saliva was the antidote for the poison that infected her. She stroked his hair as he gently worked his masterful tongue all over her overly sensitive clit. This was a different mood, the anticipation and frustration subsided as his repetition pushed her more slowly toward ecstasy. Where she felt a sudden need for release before, this was calm, soothing and still pleasurable. Her toes curled and she grasped his hair tighter as she once again felt that familiar sensation building inside. In response to her building orgasm, he became very quick with his laps, almost flattening her clit with his tongue. She moaned over and over as it built more and more. She closed her eyes and her body started to let go again, but this time it wasn't stopping. He wasn't stopping. He licked more and more and she let go. Wave after wave of orgasm pumped through her body. Her toes curled as tight as they could and her legs tensed up. She had no control over her body anymore. Sweat ran down her flushing skin as her orgasm pounded every nerve in her body. As the wave slowed, she started coming back to reality. He hadn't stopped licking, and she had become so sensitive it almost hurt to be touched. This didn't bother him; he just kept licking away and shoved his fingers inside her. She felt another orgasm building, quicker than before. Again, this time smaller, her body surrendered to pleasure and she came. This time, he became gentle. She sucked air like she had been drowned and was just coming out of it. He pulled away and let her regain reality. As the world came back into focus, she heard that familiar sound of clicking. He must be capturing the moment, capturing the pure desire that painted her body. When she opened her eyes, she could see he was sweating pretty badly too; his lips looked rather raw and red. He finished clicking away and handed her a towel. She mopped up all the sweat on her body and started dressing herself in her regular clothes. Packing away the outfit she wore, she looked at him and asked about his pleasure. "This isn't about pleasure, mine or yours. This is about art. This is about photography. Don't make a mistake about it; I have no interest in being pleasured by you." She stood there shocked by his words. Her legs still trembled from the experience, but now there was something else inside her. Fury filled her from the feeling of being used. Something about his voice and the words he used angered her. As the anger welled up, he started snapping pictures of her again. She demanded he stop, but he reminded her of the contract she signed. As long as she stood in his studio, he was allowed to photograph her. This was easily remedied; she walked out of the studio brimming with anger. Later on that night, he reviewed the photos, masturbating to them. It was the shot of her face tight with anger and frustration that made him ejaculate. It was his power that turned him on and nothing else. The Photographer Imagine the velvet chaise with mahogany claw feet, its burgundy velvet shining in the diffused lights. I am standing in front of him, facing the chair, untying my robe and letting it fall to the mirror-waxed black stone floor. I wear only the cool air and a plain silver necklace chain. I can hear him step forward; hear the leather's light rustle and the faint clink of chain links. The blindfold first, black cloth folds block out light with his hands combing my curls up to tie a quick knot at the top of my neck. He turns me around and clasps my hands, rubbing his thumbs along mine. He clasps and buckles suede-lined heavy cuffs around each of my wrists. I can feel the air move along my hip as he bends down to buckle larger ones around each ankle. He hooks his fingers in the D-rings on my wrist cuffs, stands, and begins walking me back by my wrists, pushing me with his large chest, clad in soft, tight cotton. I put my feet on top of his shoes, and allow him to walk me back until velvet and cool wood touch the backs of my knees and calves. I sit down. He pushes my hands down toward the floor, and releases them. I hear the rustle again, feel him grasp one wrist; hear the snick of a clip on one D-ring and the clink of the chain again. I rub my thighs and shoulders against the soft fabric, sinking my ass into the springy cushion. I pull my hands out a bit and feel the chain catch on the back, while warm hands attach my ankles apart by a bar that runs between them under the lounge. My legs are open and the air is almost cold. My nipples are small hard candies on my chest. A nearby breeze wafts chilly on my very wet cunt. Every nerve jumps randomly, each cell is awake for any sense input. Hot gasoline floods every blood vessel. I can hear nothing but an occasional soft shuffle of shoe on floor, my breath quickening, my heartbeat the chug of a train gathering speed on a long stretch of flat track. "Snick," opens and closes the camera eye, on the expanse of my invisible naked flesh. I am more vulnerable, more helpless than ever before; as never before I feel secure, safe, protected -- and frustrated. I let go of the tension, knees and thighs relax, slick swollen petals part. The bloom reveals a silver circle of steel, small through the hood of my clit. A trickle of warm fluid weeps onto my thighs. A soft breathing is next my ear. A finger traces the inside of my left arm, down along the edge of my armpit, along the crease between breast and chest, circling my navel. A palm cups my belly; a thumb nudges the top of my labia open, and more shutter clicks echo off the ceiling. Fingertips caress the edges of the inner lips; one lifts the blue bead in the center of the ring. It spreads my juices up over every surface of my hungry lips, before stopping as if to request entrance at the temple gate. I can't stop the rocking of my hips, motion rippling my breasts. My body scoots toward the foot of the lounge, shuddering lightly over smooth velvet. Toes curl crawling forward along the floor, moving my cunt to the fingers. The hand remains equidistant. It pulls away slightly with each scootch closer. Two digits wriggle alongside my clit, touching only the moisture. They beckon caresses on the sides of the tiny pink marble, and pleasure radiates outward on ten million nerve impulses - frying all capability of coherent thought from my consciousness. The chain cannot tighten further on the back of the chair. I lie flat, panting through my nose, trying to focus my will to orgasm. My knees bend as the ankle bar catches against the legs of the chaise. My arms stretch straight out above my head, breasts loll slightly to each side. The smooth ellipsoids of pale flesh boast large rose ovals, hardened into small mountains; a circle of steel halos the left peak. I feel the lights on me as warmth in the faint draft. Two torturing fingers slide inside me simultaneously slipping and sliding, thumb constantly circumnavigating my clit. I moan, and arch my torso. "Please!" I whisper. His chest chuckles deeply, "Please what?" "Please, please touch my tits?" A large hand wraps around my pierced breast, squeezing, stretching the skin and the aureole. The fingers in my cuntcave cycle and gyrate; the thumb down there hooks through the jewelry. I am all energy, all desperate aching, and I am right... about... to... "Hold that pose." His soft, emphatic tone stills me; he stops and pulls away. More clicks. The hand returns to my vagina like little fishes within and the thumb twitches rhythmically on my clit like the wagging of a kitten's tail. Slide-pull-pause... Slide-pull-pause... click. Slide... Pull... Pause.... Click. Slide. Pull... Slide. Pull.... Slide. Pull. Stop. Click. Slide, slide, slide, slide, slide... PULL... Click. I can't stop. It's coming, I'm coming, all lines of electricity several inches behind the blindfold. Limbs writhe against restraint, pleasure is pain, it's too much but I dimly sense the click click click click click click click click... before I lose all being to the ecstasy. The Photographer This is a true story, except for a few details I've changed or added for privacy's sake. Back in the summer, I was corresponding anonymously by email with this local photographer. I'd been thinking about doing an explicit, erotic shoot for a long time. Since I'm a confirmed exhibitionist, I wanted to make sure that whoever was taking those close-ups of my voluptuous breasts, my great ass, and my long legs was as turned-on by what he was seeing as I was by posing. I wanted to get naked and show off in front of somebody I wanted to fuck. This guy, whom I'll call "Dave," certainly fit the bill. I picked him up in my car at a major intersection downtown. He was tall and nicely defined, with cheekbones to die for, and aggressive. Did I mention how much an aggressive guy turns me on? Before even introducing himself, he leaned over in the passenger seat and kissed me hard on the mouth. Wow. I felt an amazing tingle run through my whole body, right down to my pussy. It was going to be a hot day in more ways than one. As we pulled out into traffic, a young Chinese woman in a Honda cut me off. I caught up and pulled up beside her at the next red light. I looked over, made eye contact, and gave her the finger. "Fuck you!" I said in a loud voice. "Go fuck yourself." She looked away. I glanced at Dave and smiled. "I warned you, I'm not a lady. Do I shock you?" "I wouldn't have it any other way," Dave said. "Just wish I'd had my camera out for that." I glanced between his thighs and the bulge in his jeans told me he was fully erect due to my filthy words and the way I'd established my superiority over the other woman. He placed his hand on my right thigh as I accelerated forward. Without asking permission, he began to fondle my body as we headed for the place I'd chosen for my photo shoot. Dave was taking what he wanted and that turned me on even more. I'd told him I was going to wear a low-cut white top that showed off my big tits, and we exchanged a knowing glance before his hand strayed right over my cleavage. Fuck, I can't get enough of having my breasts squeezed and played with. Dave squeezed and pinched my nipples at the last red light before the bridge. I grimaced with open pleasure, catching a glimpse of two girls in the crosswalk wearing workout gear who craned their heads to watch with curiosity and envy. I love driving around with a hot, drenched cunt, and the more people see me, the better. We finally parked at a long beach just outside the city. Technically, it's not a nude beach, but I know places where you can strip down here, and I've taken full advantage in the past. Way out in the dunes, we spread out my blanket. Dave produced his camera. "Start showing off," he encouraged me. "Be spontaneous." I was wearing a blue halter top and navy skirt. Feeling very powerful, I moved over to a nearby log and bent over it with my ass jutting out in a "take it or fuckin' leave it" manner. Dave started snapping away. Yeah. I could tell he wanted me. He reached down to touch his dick through his jeans between shots. I let out a low moan and clasped the waist band of my lacy blue thong. I pulled it up crudely between my cunt lips, soaking the fabric. Moments later, I had my skirt hiked halfway down to my knees and my full breasts had spilled out of my top. Dave crouched to take close-up shots of my full ass, as I reached back with both hands to spread my cheeks for him. I could feel my asshole opening up in the fresh seaside breeze and the hot August sunshine. God, that felt good. I've been engaging in more anal play lately and it's an important part of who I am. I just wished I had something sticking out of my asshole that I could show off. I told Dave to turn around. "I've got a surprise for you," I said. When he finally got to turn around, I was wearing a green-and-yellow one-piece bathing suit – with some heavy modifications I'd made at home. My ass was fully revealed and my breasts were also on display thanks to the cut-away fabric. "Holy shit, look at you," Dave exclaimed. I smiled and got down on the blanket in the sand. As I bent forward, arching my ass up in the air, it felt unbelievably good, so powerful and crude. Dave was photographing and lusting over me from all angles. I held my pussy open for him to show him my juices. A Coast Guard helicopter circled several times over the beach, clearly eager to get a glimpse of what I had to offer. We paused the shoot for a quick, late lunch of sandwiches and blueberries I'd brought along. After that, I needed something more decadent than just a siesta. "You said in your emails that you give a great massage," I said. "Care to prove it?" Dave was already reaching for his massage oil as I stripped in front of him. I stuck my hand underneath my deliciously pampered body to touch myself as Dave went to work, rubbing me down expertly. His hands were all over my ass, causing me to arch uncontrollably again. God, it was so fuckin' hard to restrain myself. I had an urgent need to come and I wanted Dave to be the one who brought me off. After the photo shoot, I suggested we have dinner at a nearby Thai restaurant. We were tucking into our noodles and sitting side by side in a booth, admiring the photos on his camera, when I made my decision. "I want you to fuck me in the park after dinner," I said. "I want you to show me what those fingers are good for besides taking photos. Are you game?" It was getting dark when we arrived in the large city park. We found a parking spot in a lot with virtually no lighting, surrounded by huge cedar trees. I turned off my Eagles CD and looked down at my lap. I didn't want to make any choices right now. I wanted Dave to get rough and treat me like his fucktoy. He satisfied me beyond measure when he grabbed me by the wrist, yanked me out of the car, and shoved me down on the hood. I spread my thighs like the unapologetic slut that I want to be, and Dave put his fingers right up my hole. I didn't need any lube: I was fucking soaked. I started to scream out like an animal while he rammed his fingers hard into me, yanking down my top again and sucking one of my big tits right into his mouth. Dave rubbed my G-spot furiously as I let out loud guttural screams, not giving a shit who heard me. "Oh please play with my clit, baby, play with it!" I implored him. As his thumb grazed my soaked bead and then circled it, I screamed and clutched myself against him, my body stiffening up completely as I orgasmed on the hood of my car. But I wasn't done yet. We drove to another lot in the park, less secluded but larger. "Dave, I want you to get out of the car and come around to the driver's side window," I told him. When he obliged, I rolled down the window. "Want me to suck you off through the window, sweetheart?" I asked. "I know what I'm doing. I've done it before." Dave unzipped his jeans eagerly for me and put his thick, uncircumcised cock right into my mouth. I loved the feeling of his thickness and the power of giving oral in public. My head bobbed up and down on his long shaft as he moaned into the summer night for me. "Jesus, I'm getting ready to come," he said. "Get back in the car with me," I said. I wanted to see him shoot that load. In the passenger seat, he worked his cock rapidly, his forehead creasing. "Jack it off for me," I said in a hungry, harsh tone. "Jack that fuckin' dick. I want you to tell me what you really want. I want to hear what's going to make you blow. Let your filth out. Say something you've never said in front of a woman before." Dave jacked faster and faster as I leaned over, brushing my tits against him. "I wish I had my finger up your asshole while you were pissing," he gasped. As soon as it came out, he let out an enormous yell and started to ejaculate, spraying ropes of come across his stomach and my thigh. It felt almost as good as when I was orgasming myself. It was an incredible outing. I have every intention of doing another shoot with Dave. I enjoyed fucking and sucking him so much, and I want to show him all the other things I'm willing and ready to do on camera. The Photographer It was early afternoon and Melissa had been nervous all day. That evening she had her first photo shoot with a local magazine. The magazine showcased events and real estate and happenings in and around Houston. The shoot was for the cover and it was a big deal to Melissa, as it was her first opportunity to showcase her talent for a wider audience. For the most part Melissa photographed people. She liked style and fashion and her work reflected that. This shoot was to be a little different. The idea was to photograph a local news anchor in her home. Melissa was nervous not only because it was her first big shoot, but also because the subject happened to be something of a local celebrity. There was a lot of pressure on Melissa to get it right, and not only please the editors at the magazine but the newscaster as well. Because of that Melissa suggested she work alone. She didn't need a big crew or a bunch of people following her around. She knew that would just make her nervous and add to the pressure. Instead the plan was for an intimate shoot, just her and the newscaster alone in her home. Melissa had never actually met the newscaster in person. She had just seen her on television and as a result really had no idea what to expect. The editor didn't tell her much, except that the woman had recently been divorced and that she would be very particular about how she was portrayed. Melissa's hands were shaking as she pulled into the driveway. As soon as she pulled in the newscaster stepped out the front door to greet her. She introduced herself as Jill and seemed outwardly friendly. She said how much she looked forward to the shoot. Melissa was surprised by how tall she was. She'd heard how most celebrities were shorter than they appear onscreen, but Jill was at least a head above Melissa. Jill's dark hair was immaculately styled in her trademark bob, and her face was much prettier than Melissa had realized. Melissa had always assumed that her looks were nothing but a facade, a trick of makeup and camera angles. But in person, Jill's face wasn't caked with makeup. Melissa realized it didn't need to be. After a bit of small talk, Jill suggested Melissa photograph the outside of the house while the light was still good. After all, that was the reason for shooting in the evening. So Melissa went about photographing the house exterior with Jill closely in tow. As she did so, Melissa found herself intimidated and uncomfortable in Jill's presence. There was just something about her. Melissa couldn't quite put her finger on it, but was constantly aware of her presence. Once the outside was photographed they moved inside. There was a bit of a awkward vibe with just the two of them alone in the house. It was strange, because even though Melissa was the photographer, Jill was the one calling the shots. Jill talked non-stop as they toured the house, pointing out various items and suggesting angles and shots Melissa should get. Melissa found herself oddly compliant to Jill's requests. She had come to the shoot with ideas of her own but found that she quickly acquiesced to Jill's desires. They spent several hours photographing the house interior. By then it was nearly 9pm and Jill brought in the rest of her lights for the cover shot of Jill herself. As Melissa setup she had images in her mind of what she wanted to capture. Portraits after all were her forte. She felt confident and comfortable photographing people and knew exactly what she wanted to walk away with. The pictures started with Jill on the couch in her living room. She had on a sharp black dress with large silver buttons down the front. Everything about her was immaculate, from her hair, to her makeup, to her shoes, to her smile. Years of being on television had clearly made her comfortable in front camera. As Melissa took pictures Jill seemed to instinctively move the right way and have the right look for the shot. It just seemed natural for her. As she posed, she struck up a conversation with Melissa. She asked about her camera and mentioned how photography was a hobby of hers. Melissa gradually grew more at ease as the shoot and conversation continued. They spent about thirty minutes shooting on the couch before Jill suggested that perhaps a shot in her office would be good. Melissa agreed and started moving her equipment and lights to the office. As she did Jill asked if Melissa wanted her to change. She said she knew black could be difficult to photograph and wondered it another look would work better in the office, and Melissa agreed that changing outfits might be a good idea. Jill disappeared for a couple of minutes as Melissa continued setting up. When she reappeared she was holding a blue blouse with a short tweed skirt. But instead of the black dress she was wearing before, she showed off the new outfit in nothing but her bra and panties. Melissa was taken aback to see Jill in next to nothing. It took her a few moments to get her composure back and focus on the new outfit. As it was, she only glanced at the outfit, unable to take her eyes off of Jill and her body. In her bra and panties, her longs legs seemed to go on forever, and her large breasts had nowhere to hide. Melissa tried to focus on the outfit, but her eyes betrayed her by glancing repeatedly toward Jill's toned body. Finally Melissa managed to blurt out how she liked the new outfit and thought it would work well. With a smile Jill turned and disappeared into the other room to change. Melissa's eyes couldn't help but fixate on her ass as she walked away. Melissa was completely distracted as she finished her setup. She kept thinking about Jill's body and how it compared to her own. As it was, Melissa felt inadequate, her short legs, her small breasts, her slender hips didn't compare to Jill's raw sexuality. Her mind wandered. She tried to focus on the task at hand but couldn't. Ten minutes passed before she regained her composure just as Jill returned. Again she looked immaculate in her new outfit. Once again it fit perfectly, with her hair and makeup perfectly complimenting it as well. The only difference was now the blue blouse seemed to accentuate her large breasts in a way that the black dress didn't. Still Melissa wondered if it was just her mind playing tricks on her after having had a clear view of Jill's large breasts in nothing but a bra. Melissa started taking pictures again, with Jill propped up against the edge of the desk and her hands leaning back to brace herself. She smiled and seemed to be in a good mood enjoying being photographed. Again, she started talking as the shoot continued. But instead of talking about cameras Jill asked about Melissa's love life. She inquired into her current situation, and if she had a boyfriend. Melissa said she didn't and that she had broken up with her last boyfriend about six months ago. She asked about him and why they broke up, and also about various details of the relationship. As the questions continued, Melissa never stopped taking pictures. As she did, Jill's poses started to veer away from conservative and professional to more blatantly sexual. At first it was just Jill turning to highlight her breasts or to arch her back. Instead of smiling, she began to let her mouth hang open. Melissa didn't stop her, but instead just kept photographing. The poses slowly became more and more erotic and the talking stopped altogether. Jill bending toward the camera to accentuate her cleavage, unbuttoning a button on her blouse to allow a bit more skin to show, spreading her legs to offer a glimpse of her panties. All the while, not a word was spoken, just the click of the camera for shot after shot. After five minutes of non-stop shooting Jill stood up and simply said that it was her turn. Melissa froze, unsure of the situation and how they got there, and what to expect next. Jill clarified that it was her turn to take pictures of Melissa. Melissa was nervous, unsure. She had never had the tables turned on her like this. After all the times she'd been hit on by men she'd photographed, she'd always been able to handle herself and the situation. But here she felt completely out of control. She didn't know what to do. There was nothing she could do really, except the obvious. Soon Melissa was the one leaning against the desk with Jill behind the camera. Instead of everything happening in silence like before, now Jill was actively directing Melissa. At first the poses were benign, with Jill directing Melissa to turn a certain way, or hold her arms at a certain angle. Gradually though, Jill's direction grew more explicit, more sexual. She had Melissa unbutton her blouse, or slip her hand down her pants. She said things to Melissa as she directed her, telling her what look she wanted, what she wanted her to imagine. Soon Melissa's blouse was off, in a pile on the floor. Her pants came next. Melissa felt exposed. She felt on display in nothing but her bra and underwear. She felt so vulnerable being photographed by a woman she saw on the news every night. Still she couldn't say no and did exactly as Jill said. Jill kept photographing. She kept directing, taking pictures of Melissa with her hand in her panties, touching herself. Jill asked if she was wet, but she already knew the answer. With that Jill stopped clicking the shutter and moved out from behind the camera and toward Melissa. Melissa froze, completely taken aback, powerless to say anything and powerless to stop it. Melissa eyes never moved as Jill stood before her. Seductively, Jill began unbuttoning her blouse. Melissa's mouth hung open as she watched Jill's blouse drop to the floor. Jill continued, reaching around to unzip her skirt, pushing it to the floor. They both now stood face to face, in nothing but their underwear. Jill reached around to unfasten her bra. Melissa fixated on her breasts as she did. They seemed to spill out as the bra came undone, Jill's nipples so succulent, and so pink, and so hard, on full view before her. Jill cupped the bottom of her right breast and stepped toward Melissa, bringing it to her mouth. She asked if this is what she wanted. Melissa wrapped her mouth around her hard nipple without saying a word. Jill let her suckle her breast for a few moments before she pulled away. As she did she took Melissa's hand and brought it close to her. Down she pushed it, deep into her panties. Melissa felt the warmth and wetness of Jill's pussy. Hesitantly she ran her fingers through her soft manicured hair underneath her panties. She could tell Jill was wet and that she wanted so much more. Jill took both of her thumbs and slipped them under the waist band of her panties and slid them down over her hips onto the floor. Now Melissa stood in front of Jill, with Jill completely naked and exposed. Melissa couldn't help but imagine her as a newscaster, seeing her on TV, and now the shock and excitement of seeing her right now, naked before her. Her body was perfect, slender hips, toned stomach, shapely ass. Her dark pussy was precisely manicured in a simple thin strip. Melissa looked down to see her pussy glistening with wetness. Jill walked around her desk with a purpose. Melissa remained where she was turning to watch as Jill went by. Jill opened a big drawer on the side of the desk. Without an expression on her face, she reached down into the drawer and emerged with a harness and a dildo. With precision and efficiency she wrapped the harness around her, the straps molding to her shapely ass. She took the dildo and slipped it into the harness. Once in place she looked up and across the desk at Melissa. Her cock swayed as she walked around the desk. It was flesh colored and lifelike, about six inches long, thick, and circumcised, with veins bulging just like a real cock. Jill came around and stood where she had earlier, directly in front of Melissa. Melissa reached forward and wrapped her hand around the cock, taking her place on her knees in front of Jill. Slowly she took the cock into her mouth sliding it in as far as it would go. Up and down the shaft her mouth moved, taking in as much as she could, savoring it as she did. Jill looked down and smiled. Melissa looked up into her eyes. It turned her on to suck the cock. It felt good in her mouth, her lips moving around it. It gave her this strange feeling, intensely erotic, to be on her knees, sucking the cock of this intensely desirable public figure. She felt Jill's hands on the back of her head and heard Jill telling her what a good girl she was and how good she was doing. Jill pushed her head away, and reached her fingers down under Melissa's chin, forcing Melissa to tilt her head and look up at her. "Are you ready?" Jill said. Melissa nodded and deliberately got up from her knees. Instinctively she turned around, and bent herself ass up, over the desk. There she laid splayed open, exposed vulnerable. Her pussy was sopping wet and throbbing. She wanted so badly to be fucked, to be fucked hard. Her body jumped when the cock first slid in. It felt so big, she felt stretched, full. She wanted nothing more than that cock deep inside her. "Please," she whimpered as she felt Jill's hands move to her hips. Soon Jill's cock was slowly moving into her, deeper and deeper, filling her more and more. Melissa whimpered please again and again. She groaned when she felt the end of the thrust deep inside her and Jill's pelvis slam against her ass. Slowly Jill pulled her cock out, and then slowly slipped it inside again. Over and over again the cock pumped her, with Melissa's pussy aching with desire, squeezing around the cock, her mind everywhere. "Oh God," she screamed. She became louder and louder as Jill continued to fuck her. Melissa begged for more, over and over again. She came right away, and then again, and again. The orgasms seemed to come in waves, one right on top of the other. She screamed, she whimpered, she moaned. When Jill was done, Melissa's pussy was red and swollen, and she knew she'd been fucked like never before. As her body lay spent ass up across the desk, Jill looked down and smiled. In that moment, Jill wanted nothing more than to fuck her, again and again, and that is exactly what she did. The Photographer Bill took pictures, but that is such a simple sentence for such a complex man. One picture is worth a thousand words, as the old saying goes, so Bill took pictures and then wrote the story that he saw in the good ones. It had to be at least a thousand words long and sometimes that was hard. At other times, a whole book could be written and still not cover all that was said by that one snapshot. The first picture he ever took of Rosa was one such as the latter. She had been leaning her elbows on the rail of an old wooden bridge, her chin cupped in her hands as she stared off into the distance. Her right foot was back and the very toe of her sandal was on the wooden planking. It was rocking back and forth absently as her mind wandered wherever she had been that sunny morning. She was bent at the waist, her butt sticking out. The wind was blowing her long black hair out behind her head. Her full skirt pressed tightly against the front of her hips and thighs. It was all billowy and flapping behind her calves. She had her peasant blouse down off her shoulders and the wind had the front of it molded to her full breasts. Bill was there early to photograph sailboats as they raced before the wind through the island cut, headed for the Gulf as fast as they could go. Once he saw Rosa, all thoughts of sailboats went right out of his head. His mind was already on the story that would go with the picture. It only took a moment for him to slip the bracket on the bottom of the camera around his neck to its other half on the head of his walking staff. The staff was cut to just the right height to be used as a rest for taking pictures. At Bill's age, he needed all the steadying he could get. With quick movements of his hands, he adjusted the focus and snapped off a series of pictures. He was trying to get just the right mixture of her hair and the dress blowing in the wind. He wished that she would turn slightly but she seemed lost in her own thoughts and oblivious to him. Bill took one last picture and dismounted his camera from the staff. He continued to walk on past the young woman and on out to the center of the bridge. He mounted the camera, took several shots from this side of the girl before turning his attention to the cut, and focused in on a large sailboat. It must have been a good day for sailing because the boats came along one after the other. Bill had never been sailing but it had always fascinated him. The sun was getting high and casting too little shadow to give the boats and their sails depth and contrast, so it was time to pack it in for the day. Bill turned to see the young woman leaning her left elbow on the rail, her hip cocked out to the opposite side, looking at him intently. Her hair and dress were now blowing out to the side. Bill nodded at her and took several quick pictures. When the girl did not move or protest Bill took several more at a more leisurely rate. Once again, he tried to capture the perfect mixture of blowing hair and dress. When she stood up straight, Bill figured she had had enough and was going to leave. To his surprise, she walked over to him and asked, "Are you a professional photographer?" "Not really, I take pictures and then write stories. Magazines buy the stories and some of the time the pictures also. That's how I make my living now that I am retired." "Why did you take my picture? Are you going to write about me?" Bill thought how best to answer that and ended up with the truth. "Yes, I will write about you but not for a magazine, it will be for myself." "And what will you write? How would you know what to write? You know absolutely nothing about me." Bill shrugged. "I don't know anything about you, but my mind will find a story in the pictures. It always does and it always has." "Would you let me read it?" Sticking with the truth, Bill told her, "I don't know. Sometimes the stories I write for me get a little personal, you know, like fantasies and such. I might be to embarrassed with what my mind comes up with to let you or anyone else read it." The girl dropped her eyes and Bill thought she blushed but with her dark skin, it was hard to tell. "See, I've already embarrassed you," Bill said hastily. "No, I embarrassed myself. You aren't the only one with a wayward mind." She turned and took several steps before turning back. "My name is Rosa. So you will have at least that much right," she said with a smile. "My name is Bill." "Good to meet you Bill." She replied before turning and walking away. Bill took the rest of the pictures on that roll of film of her as she walked away. ***** At home, Bill developed the pictures of Rosa and the sailboats. Later, he stacked her pictures and put them aside so he could concentrate on the boats. He laid them all out on his dinning room table and slowly scanned each one with a magnifying glass looking for something, anything that might be magazine story worthy. The only problem was he could not concentrate. Other than pretty sails and boats, there was nothing that caught his eye or his imagination as much as Rosa did. He finally gave up, scooped them all into a pile, and stacked them on the corner of the table. Getting Rosa's pictures from the dark room, he laid them out in the order he had taken them. He hadn't realized he had taken so many of her until he had started developing them. His eyes wandered down the rows and his hands picked up ten of them. Three from where she was bent over on the rail from the left side, two from the right side, two from where she was leaning against it, and three from where she was walking away. The first one of the earliest set caught his eye for several reasons. Foremost was the wistful faraway, slightly sad look on her beautiful face. It made Bill feel like he should take her in his arms and just hold her tightly. She looked lost and alone. The second reason was the curve of her breast and the hard point of her nipple showing under the pressure of the thin wind blown cloth of her blouse. The thin cloth of her skirt pressed into the V between her thighs tight enough to show the mounding of her sex. It hit Bill as being highly erotic. The same could be said about the downward arch of her back and the way her foot was placed. The wind blown skirt hid her ass but at the same time, it drew the eye to that point. It was a launching point for the imagination and was mirrored in the flow of her long raven black hair. The story was starting to flow, which made Bill hurry to his old typewriter on his desk. He stood the picture against the wall so he could see it as he typed. He was fumble fingered as he loaded a sheet of paper. Once he had it in place, he began to bang away at the old machine as fast as his fingers could hit the keys with any accuracy. As it was, his fingers were having all kind of trouble keeping up with his thoughts. He wrote: Rosa stared out over the channel with wistful eyes and a sad heart. All the pretty sailboats were a reminder that her husband would not be back. The dangers of the sea had finally swallowed him whole. All she had left were memories. Her husband had been twenty-three when his ship was reported missing in a hurricane. She had lost their baby a month later. Lost and alone, she constantly contemplated joining all the ones she loved the most that were gone. She would never do it, she was too much of a coward, and she feared God too much. An old man taking her picture caught her eye. She ignored him but wondered if he knew the answer to her most provocative question. Why did good people have to die so young? Her mother had died when Rosa was ten. Her brother was only nineteen when he had died in the war The old man might know the answers. With age came experience and wisdom, maybe he could tell her what she needed to know. There would be a price to pay for such information. There always was. Nothing in life was free. No one either, for that matter, she thought as she turned to look at the old man. His hair was iron gray but showed no signs of receding. His deep tan, crow's feet, and the laugh lines around his mouth showed he was outdoors a lot and a happy person. He also struck her as an old soul, a person who had seen and done much in their life. He looked strangely familiar but from a long time ago, an impossibly long time ago. She could not put her finger on it but she knew she had known him before. Before what, she was not certain but they had been lovers. ***** Bill paused in his typing and looked at the picture of Rosa. Where the hell had all that come from and why was he in his own story? He never put himself in his stories. With a sigh, he got up and moved to his old recliner. In a few minutes, he was asleep. The dreams he had were vivid and raunchy, more like memories than dreams in fact. He moaned in his sleep. ***** Over the next three or four days he wrote on the story. Actually, to his way of thinking, the story wrote itself and he just typed. Where it all came from he still didn't know but it should have lit the paper on fire. ***** A few weeks later, Bill was taking pictures in a small park near the beach when he caught sight of Rosa walking along a path. He turned his camera away from the children on the small playground to snap a picture of her. She was wearing what appeared to be the same peasant blouse and full skirt. When she saw him, she waved and crossed the grassy lawn. Her smile was as seductive as the sway of her hips. Bill took several shots even as his mind brought up excerpts from his story. He also felt his manhood swelling. To get his mind off the story before he embarrassed himself, he looked up from the camera and asked, "How are you today, Miss Rosa." "It's just Rosa to you and I'm wonderful today. I was headed for a walk on the beach. Would you care to join me?" Bill looked around at the kids on the playground and then back to Rosa. "It would be my pleasure. You are far more interesting than anything in this park." Rosa dropped her eyes and Bill could see a hint of a blush this time. "You are such a terrible liar," she whispered as she looked up at him, an even bigger smile on her face. Bill grinned as he noted the smile. "That may be so but it has nothing to do with the fact that you are a very beautiful and intriguing woman." Rosa laughed and shook her head. "There you go again. You must be very good with your stories." "Some say yes and some no. Your story wrote itself." He told her. "When can I read it?" She asked with excitement in her eyes. "Uh . . . well . . . I . . . uh . . ." The story was pure fantasy and the most pornographic thing he had ever written. "I'd be too embarrassed to have you read it. I kind of let my imagination run away and get too wild for anyone to ever read it." Rosa cocked her head to the side for a moment and then grinned. "Now I know I have to read it. If for no other reason than to see, what your imagination is capable of. I take it you made me a very bad girl." Bill stammered even worse and then just nodded. Rosa laughed at his discomfort and then took his arm. "Let's walk," she said as she pulled him in the direction of the beach. ***** They walked and talked most of the morning. The story was not mentioned again but they covered whole volumes about each other's lives, as well as their wants and desires for the future. They were so wrapped up in conversation that neither noticed how far they had gone. Gusts of wind and darkening clouds finally broke through to them. There was a storm bearing down on them from the sea and they were far from town and any kind of shelter that Bill knew of. The same could not be said of Rosa. She led them off into the dunes on a dead run. The old ship was upright and half buried in the white sand. Bill saw it as they rounded a high dune. He slid to a stop and started to take pictures. He had been all up and down the local beaches and never even imagined anything like this ship existed. Rosa ran on toward the ship but stopped just short and waved him on. "The storm will be here any second," she yelled over the rising wind. Bill looked over his shoulder and saw the curtain of rain only a few hundred yards behind him. He took off at a run, trying to cover his camera as he went. The rain was cold with large drops that stung when they hit bare skin. He was soaked by the time he was even halfway to the ship. Rosa was not far ahead and she looked soaked as well. Bill's mind was already working on a story about two people caught in a rainstorm. Rosa entered the ship through a hole in the side and Bill caught up in less than a minute. Rosa was half sitting and half leaning on an old metal table. She had a big grin on her face as she shook her head wildly to get the water out of her long hair. Her peasant blouse fell off one shoulder, which just added to her sexy sensuous nature. The wet material clung to her breast on that side and molder itself to the full globe shape. The wet cloth of the skirt stuck to her thighs. Bill was mesmerized as he took in her beauty. Bill suddenly scrambled to get his camera set up. Rosa was ringing her hair out as he finished. He took several pictures and then looked around before he checked the settings on the camera. It was brighter here inside the ship than he had originally thought. The room they were in was more of a cubical, as it had no ceiling. It must have been some kind of office for a cargo hole. Large holes high above and more to the center were open, which he took to be cargo hatches and they let in the light as well as the rain. It was dry where they were but wet on the other side of the wall. "You like taking my picture, don't you," Rosa said. Bill grinned and nodded. "A beautiful woman is always a welcome thing to take pictures of. They have so many different facets. They are always changing and never get dull or boring." Rosa laughed; it was a high sweet sound. "That is true; women change and are rarely the same twice." Bill took several more pictures as Rosa combed her hair with her fingers and then rung more water out of it. But mostly he just watched the play of muscles under the skin of her arms as she twisted and squeezed her hair. Her long fingers were so graceful. When she had most of the water wrung out of her hair, she shook her head wildly again. Bill instantly was snapping pictures. Rosa saw what he was doing. With a big grin, she stood up suddenly and whipped the peasant blouse off over her head. Bill took her picture and then lowered the camera as if he did not believe what it showed. He also realized that his imagination had not done justice to Rosa's full rounded breasts. They sat high on her chest and pointed slightly outward. The dark circles were very large and her hard nipples crinkled at the base with the cold and her excitement. Rosa wrung water out of the blouse. Bill hurried to take several more shots of her. When she turned to spread the blouse out on the table, Bill took several pictures of her from the back. Her back was straight with an indent along her spine. He was fascinated by the way her shoulder blades moved, as she worked with the cloth. Straightening up, Rosa looked over her shoulder and smiled at him. "I've never taken my clothes off in front of anyone before and I'm not sure why I'm doing it now," she said in a low soft voice. "It's the camera. Some people get shy in front of it and others find their exhibitionist streak. You seem to fall into the latter category." Rosa's laugh was close to a giggle. "It is interesting, the way it makes me feel. There is also the thought of what your story will be about this time. If I was such a bad girl from the pictures on the bridge then what will I be like without my clothes on." "A lot more detailed," Bill whispered more to himself than to her. Rosa laughed and hooked her thumbs in the waistband of the skirt. "Then I guess I should show you the rest of me." Bill licked his lips nervously and whispered, "Yes please, and slowly." The elastic waistband of the skirt started to move downward slowly. Bill's eye went to the camera and he held his breath as Rosa's ass slowly came into sight. He took several pictures along the way, showing the progression from covered to bare. As the waistband went down the back of her thighs, Rosa bent at the waist. Bill almost forgot to take pictures as he realized her sex was peeking at him from between her upper thighs. The more she bent over, the more prominent her sex became. Bill suddenly remembered his camera about the time she stepped to the side over the waistband. "Oh my Lord!" he whispered as she stepped with the other foot off to that side. With her feet spread a little wider than shoulder width, her ass and sex were perfectly displayed, in all their glory. Slowly Rosa straightened up. She gave a little shivering quiver and turned around. She held the skirt in one hand off to the side. Bill clicked several pictures as she turned and of her from the front. She was breathtaking. "I..." Rosa started to say and then paused. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "I feel so wicked and wanton," she whispered. "But I also love the thrill I'm getting. I've never felt anything like it." "I understand completely," Bill whispered back. "I also understand that I didn't do you near the justice in my story that I should have." Rosa smiled and dropped her eyes as she whispered, "I still want to read your story and the one you'll write from these pictures. I know I'll blush and squirm but..." She let the sentence trail off. "What else would you do?" Bill asked softly. She glanced up at him and then blushed deeply. "I have no idea what you mean," she said quickly and then grinned as she turned to wring out the skirt. Bill took her picture and then had to change rolls of film. As he did, he asked, "Are you a virgin?" Rosa laughed and shook her head. "No. I was married at one time, a long time ago. He died in a storm on a ship much like this one." "Then this isn't a good place for you?" Rosa took a moment to lay out the skirt on the table and then turned to look at the man with the camera. "Actually it is. I feel close to him here and that is a good thing. Like I said, it was long ago and I was a different person." "You aren't old enough for it to have been that long ago," Bill said as he raised the camera and took her picture as she sat down on the edge of the table and leaned back on her hands. Her feet were fairly wide apart but the thick black hair on her sex hid it completely. Her stomach was flat but soft looking. Her breasts were separated even more by the way her arms were pulled back. This would be one of the sexiest pictures he had taken so far. Rosa had not answered his question but then again maybe she took it for a statement. Instead, she asked, "You do know that I'm very excited and very wet don't you?" Bill nodded and squatted down to take another picture of her. From this lower angle, her sex was even more the focal point and her breasts framed her face. Bill lowered the camera and licked his lips. He had the sudden urge to move forward and bury his face in that dark patch of hair. "What would you think of me if I touched myself?" Rosa asked in a breathy whisper. "I'd think you were even more beautiful than I think you are now, which is saying a lot," Bill whispered back. Her right hand came up to hover over her left breast. She hesitated a few seconds, caressed her breast lightly, and then whispered, "I've always wonder what it would be like to do this in front of someone, a stranger at that." "So how is it?" Bill asked as he took her picture. Her fingers brushed over the underside of her breast and then made circles around her hard puckered nipple. Breathily she whispered, "Wonderfully exciting." The Photographer She moved her hand to the other breast and caressed it as she took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "I haven't been this excited in a very long time and every time I hear your camera make a sound it goes even higher. I keep thinking of what I'll look like when you develop the pictures and what you will write about after that." "They will show a very beautiful woman enjoying herself and sharing that joy with the camera." Rosa giggled and then sucked in a sharp breath as her fingers rolled and then pinched her hard rubbery nipple. "If I'm not careful they will show me coming my brains out." "So let them," Bill encouraged her as he took more pictures. Rosa took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "I'm having enough trouble controlling myself as it is," she whispered as she lifted her feet and placed them on the edge of the table, her knees spreading wide as she did. For the first time Bill could see the pink of her slit and the slick wetness of her opening. "Yes, you're very wet and excited." He told her as he moved closer and aimed the camera at her sex. He found himself licking his lips several times. Rosa gasped softly as he took the picture. He could see the opening contracting and then relaxing in a slow rhythm of its own. He wondered if she would come if he stuck his tongue in there. Somehow, he knew she would but it wasn't time yet. With a soft moan, Rosa put her free hand back on the table and bridged up, her sex coming up level with her knees. She let her head hang back as her shoulders came up. Her stomach was now the highest point. Bill quickly moved back, took a shot, and then moved off to the side to take two more. He watched as she worked her hands, moving them toward her feet as she arched more and more. He was so taken by the grace and beauty he forgot to take pictures. When she lowered her elbows to the table Bill snapped out of his trance and snapped her picture and then snapped several more as her lower body rose up, her feet leaving the table. In a slow easy arc, her feet and legs came up until they were straight up in the air. From a back bend to a forearm headstand in one motion was the best way to describe it. Bill moved on around the table and took several pictures from her front side. As he did, she spread her legs out to the side until they were almost straight across. In this position, her breasts seemed larger and more pointed. Her nipples were sticking out even more than before. Her slit was wide open now and her clit stood up proudly, a bright pink nub that looked shiny in its nest at the top of her slit. Bill could not believe how limber and strong she was. Her beauty and grace were phenomenal. He wondered if she was an acrobat or maybe a gymnast. She sure seemed to know what she was doing, not to mention the shear sexiness of the display. Moving closer Bill took several close-ups of her wet sex. Once again, he considered giving her a lick and even leaned forward slightly. Something told him not yet and he moved back even as he made a soft sighing sound deep in his chest. "So beautiful, sexy, and sensuous," he whispered almost to himself. Rosa smiled and closed her legs with her toes pointed straight up. Slowly her legs came forward until they were ninety degrees to her body, her sex prominent between her upper thighs. Bill took several pictures while she spread her legs wide like before. Her back arched more and her spread sex descended toward her face. Her sex got close and then moved toward the edge of the table. Rosa giggled and whispered, "I've always wanted to be able to lick myself, but I've never managed it." Bill lowered his camera and shivered. Without a word, he moved to the edge of the table, bent at the waist and took a long slow lick from her clit to her sopping wet opening and then on to the tightly puckered dark ring of her anus. Rosa gasped at the first touch of his tongue and then moaned loudly until he lifted his head at the end of the lick. She shivered hard as she whispered, "Again please, only slower and harder." He was only too happy to comply. By the end of five licks, Rosa was shaking. She slowly closed her legs and then lowered her knees to the table with a sigh. She shifted her knees wider and grinned at Bill. "That is a hard position to hold even under normal circumstances." Bill took her picture and then sat the camera on the table. "How long can you hold this position?" Rosa giggled and asked, "How long can you make it worth my while?" "Hours and hours," Bill whispered as he leaned in and licked lightly around her anus and then around the opening of her sex. Rosa groaned loudly and then squirmed as his tongue probed her vagina. "I'll come long before that," Rosa whimpered. "Then do so, so we can start all over again," Bill whispered before he licked her repeatedly. In a very short time, Rosa groaned loudly and then gave out with a sharp little yell as her hips flexed and jerked. Bill's hands went to her hips and held her steady as his tongue plunged into her depths. She was so juicy that he had to swallow. Rosa gave out with that sharp little yell again. Bill could feel her sex trying to grab and hold his tongue but both were far too slippery. Her hips started to flex, impaling her sex on his tongue even more firmly than with just him moving. He had to swallow a second time as she gave out with that little yell a third time. Then she was moving away from him on her hands and knees. "Enough," she whispered between gulps of air. Bill grabbed his camera and took several pictures and she collapsed face down on the tabletop and lay there panting hard. Her left leg was pulled up, her knee out to the side. Her head lay on her right arm. He moved around and got a close up of the lusty passion filled look on her face. With a smile on his face, Bill sat down on the edge of the table and let his eyes wander up and down the luscious beautiful body before him. He licked his lips and as much of his chin as he could reach. Rosa's flavor was musky with a hint of sweetness. He was savoring her taste. ***** Bill was to the point of thinking the young woman had fallen asleep when she sighed deeply and shifted her body slightly. "Oh yes, I needed that," she whispered a moment later. "It had been so very long." With a smile, Bill whispered, "And a very enjoyable treat for me also. It has been a very long time indeed." Rosa smiled at him and then giggled softly. "That should add to your story." Bill felt his face get warm as he confessed, "That was in the first part of the story." Rosa giggled and rolled over on her back. Her hands came up and caressed her breasts. "I feel wonderful and sexy. It's a beautiful feeling after a big orgasm." "You were a most beautiful sight while you were having that orgasm," Bill said with a grin on his face. The young woman turned her head and looked at him. "I had mine and you got nothing," she stated with sad note in her voice. Bill laughed and shook his head. "I got far more than you will ever know. At my age it is not my orgasms that matter." Rosa smiled and then grinned. "After I rest a few more minutes, we will see about that." "That sounds like a threat," Bill said with a laugh. "More like a promise," Rosa replied. "In some ways that is the same thing," Bill said as he picked up the camera and checked to see how many shots he had left on that roll. It was nearly gone so he finished it off with pictures of Rosa caressing her breasts and rolling her nipples. As he changed the film, Rosa sat up and watched him. "What do you know of death?" She asked in a whisper. "It comes at the end of life," Bill replied off handedly. "What if you sometimes feel like you have lost everything and you wish for death in the middle of life?" Bill's mind went to the first part of his story. "Have you lost everything and everyone?" He asked fishing for information. "Not quite but close," the young woman replied as she moved over to sit next to the old man. "Life had lost its meaning and purpose. That is until I met you." "How is that?" Bill asked. "I'm just an old man with a camera." "Yes, but even with your age you still see the beauty and adventure in life," Rosa said softly. "Yes that's true but seeing and doing are two completely different things. I have always been the watcher my whole life. The doing always eluded me. It always scared me," Bill said and then looked at Rosa shyly. "I have lived only the small slice I have allowed myself to live." "Then you have done far more than me. I have stood on the sidelines and let life just flow around me without grabbing any of it. I took just what washed over me because I could not avoid it. I always feel like I should do more but I never do." Rosa whispered. "I know that feeling all too well," Bill said and then sighed. "Life is too long and too short at the same time." "Exactly." Rosa replied. "By the time you figure out what you want, it is gone." She paused and looked at the old man next to her. "I think I'm going to grab this time." The next thing Bill knew, the young woman had her arms around his neck and was kissing him passionately. He groaned softly as he put his arms around her and kissed her back. His head was spinning from the kiss as he caressed her back and hip. Then he found himself on his back on the table with Rosa on top. In that position, his hands could roam from her shoulders to her ass. As his hands caressed and squeezed her hard ass, Rosa moaned and broke the kiss. She grinned and sat up straddling his hips. Bill found himself gasping for air after the kiss. His hands were on her hips. They were cool and warm at the same time. His hands moved up her sides and she leaned forward slightly until they reached her breasts. Rosa moaned softly as he caressed her breasts. When he flicked a fingertip against one nipple and then the other, she arched her back and moaned a little louder. He caressed her breasts again and then gave them a gentle squeeze. They were firm but with a spongy feeling. Rosa shivered and sat back. Bill ran his hands down her sides to her hips. With a grin, Rosa started to unbutton his shirt. "You have good hands. Strong hands," she whispered softly and then laughed softly. "I'm being such a bad girl." "Bad girls get spankings." Rosa squirmed and shivered hard. "I've never been spanked but I've always wondered about it." "It's a most interesting and intimate way of punishing or rewarding someone. A bare body across bare thighs, a bare ass sticking up in the air and a bare hand landing solidly on one ass cheek and then the other." Rosa groaned and squirmed. She had the shirt unbuttoned. She opened it wide and ran her hands over his chest and stomach. The hair was gray in places but the skin was warm and there was muscle under it. "You do have a way with words," she whispered softly. "Those words come from experience. My wife loved a good spanking when she was young." "You were married?" Rosa asked and then chuckled. "Yeah, I know, a dumb question." Bill shook his head. There is no such thing as a dumb question." Then he sighed and went on. "I was married for a very long time. She died a number of years ago. Right about the time I retired, but she had been sick for many years. For her, death was a release, an easing of the pain and sorrow for both of us." Rosa looked sad and sighed deeply. "I've felt that way." Bill smiled and shook his head slowly. "You're far too young to know that feeling." Rosa smiled and sighed. "I keep telling you, I am far older than you think I am." Then she leaned forward and lay down on top of him. Her warm firm breasts were pressed tightly to his chest. She wiggled her body against him and sighed deeply. Bill put his arms around her and she kissed him again. This kiss started out slow but built over time to the same level of passion as the first kiss. His head wasn't spinning as bad as the first time but he was still breathing hard when she broke the kiss and grinned at him. "Now for those pants," she whispered as she wiggled backwards far enough to lick and nibble on his nipples. Bill groaned softly as she did and then grinned as she planted a row of kisses down the center of his belly as she backed off the table. She stood there grinning with a hand on each of his thighs. Her eyes were on the long ridge under the soft material of his pants. "My being bad seems to have a good effect on you," she said as she reached for the buckle on his belt. Bill was surprised at just how hard his dick was. "A warm beautiful, sexy, sensuous young woman kissing me does have that effect, even if it has been some time since it last happened." Rosa giggled softly as she undid the snap on his pants and fumbled with the zipper. As she pulled it down, she whispered, "you haven't seen anything yet." She parted the material quickly and leaned over to run her warm slippery tongue up and down the shaft from the head to where the pants still covered him. Bill groaned and arched his hips up. "Maybe I should have said, felt anything yet," Rosa said as she raised her head. "You're gong to kill an old man," Bill whispered as she tugged at the waistband of his pants. "Not yet." She replied with a big grin as she worked his pants down to his thighs. She took a moment to pull his shoes off and then pulled the pants off. He was now as naked as she was. She stepped forward between his knees and said, "Get your camera. I want pictures of what I do next." Bill quickly found his camera next to his head and brought it up to his chest. Rosa scooped his dick up at the base with one hand and leaned over to stick her tongue out. Bill took a picture. He took another as she kissed the end of the head. He barely had the mind to take another as she sucked the head into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it. He groaned loudly as he lowered the camera to his chest. Rosa moaned as she sucked more of his dick into her mouth. Bill groaned right along with her. More and more of his dick disappeared slowly. Bill's hips quivered as he groaned from time to time. The pleasure was almost painful the way she was flicking her tongue over and around his shaft. He felt the head touch the back of her throat before she started to work her way back up. Bill was shaking and on the very edge of coming when she took him out of her mouth. She shivered hard and whimpered softly. "You're much larger than my husband." Then she grinned and added, "But you didn't get a picture with it in my mouth. Should I do it again?" Bill groaned and shook his head quickly. "If you even touch it with your tongue, I'll shoot your eye out," Bill said and then groaned even louder than before as she sucked the head into her mouth and swirled her tongue around and round. That's all she wrote as he came long and hard. Longer and harder than he could remember ever coming. Rosa moaned around the head of his dick, her eyes slowly closing as she sucked and slowly bobbed her head an inch or so. She was coming right along with him. Her hips twitched and jerked to a rhythm all their own ***** Bill gave a jerk and sat up quickly. He was dressed. He wondered about that but not for long as a bright light suddenly appeared above his head. He looked up in surprise. "What the heck is going on?" he asked aloud. No answer came. He halfway expected to start floating up toward the light but he didn't. He looked around. He was alone in the cargo hole of the old ship. Where was Rosa, part of his mind screamed? Had he came in out of the storm and fallen asleep to dream about Rosa? How did he get here in the first place if it was a dream? He had no idea that there was a ship in the dunes. He stood up and his camera bumped against his chest. He looked at the number of exposures and shook his head. He could not remember how many shots he had taken at the park or even how many he had supposedly taken of Rosa. He had changed rolls at least once, maybe twice. His mind was a little fuzzy on that. Looking up again, he realized the sun had come out. The storm was over, at least the one outside. The one in his brain was still raging. He groaned as he stood up. The film would tell the story. At least he hoped it would. At this point, he was doubting his sanity at the very least. ***** The pictures of the kids in the park were perfect. The ones he had taken of Rosa as she walked up were also. All the rest of that roll and the next were bright white, over exposed. He checked the exposure settings on the camera. They looked correct. He hurriedly replaced the unused section of film in his camera and went outside. He took three random pictures. The three pictures developed nicely so the film was good and so was the camera. He sat down on a stool and sighed. "Some things are just not meant to be," he whispered a moment later. ***** Later that evening, he rewrote his first story about Rosa and spent the rest of the night writing the dream or whatever it was from the ship. By daylight, he had it all down. The sun was bright through the east window as he stashed the papers in the bottom drawer of his filing cabinet. He yawned deeply, stretched, and headed for his bedroom. Sleep was calling. ***** He never saw Rosa again. He spent several weeks scouring the town for anyone who had seen her or knew of her. He found a few people who remembered seeing her but no one had any idea where she lived. So, she wasn't made up in his mind. He had pictures, but pictures and stories did not make a person. Not one he could find anyway. With no last name, finding anything on here was next to impossible. The ship was real and he found out everything about it that he could. It was an old freighter that had washed ashore during a hurricane. Funny thing was, it was originally listed as lost at sea with all hands. Was it the ship that Rosa's husband had died on? In the end, he was left with too many questions and no answers and no way of finding the answers. Things were never the same after that. Nothing held his interest. Nothing made him smile. He sat in his chair and dreamed of Rosa and what might have been. He never opened the bottom draw of his filing cabinet again. He died alone and lonely in more ways than one. Some say it was a heart attack. To me it was more like a broken heart. I for one hope he found her somewhere, wherever he went after that, but who can know what lies beyond. For some reason I think they needed each other. That their souls called out for each other. It would be nice that think that all ended well after all. The Photographer My wife Kelly met him, or rather Kane introduced himself to her, at the Oxford Hotel while I had gone for a walk to get some more money from the ATM. We had been there all Sunday afternoon and had been having such a good time neither of us wanted to go home. A lone girl with a guitar and a wonderful voice had provided the entertainment. We had both noticed him snapping a few pictures of her and talking with her between sets. He was dressed grungily, his hair long and thick, a boyish face with just a slight shadow of stubble. It transpired that the singer was his sister and had entered negotiations for a CD deal and so she had asked him to take some promo shots for her. When I returned from the ATM his handshake was firm. Kelly later told me that he had offered his hand before she had offered hers and was friendly without being sleazy. He bought us both a drink, and it was during the subsequent conversation that we discovered he was pretty much absolutely broke. He had trekked in Nepal so for some time we compared stories and relived the wonderful times we had experienced. By one in the morning the Oxford was getting ready to close and Kane was ready to head off. I had been having a few ideas and asked him if he did black and white photography, and if so would he be interested in taking some photos of us. It was something Kelly and I had discussed quite often and now here was an opportunity. In a matter of minutes we had agreed on paying $200 for 30 photos and so he invited us to go to his flat the following day, where he had a makeshift studio set up. I invited him and his sister to come back to our hotel for a few drinks and to keep chatting, but she decided to go home while Kane agreed to accompany us. The easy conversation continued into the early hours of the morning, until Kane grabbed his camera and suggested we pose for a few shots so he had some idea as to what we wanted when we went for the shoot the next day. We started with a couple of simple poses, then Kane made a few suggestions and gradually the poses became a little more intimate. He had Kelly sit on my lap, facing me, her legs open and her head bent back so that her long brown hair fell free down her back and I licked her neck. Kane took some close ups of the wet trail my tongue left on Kelly's skin. 'Just pull her blouse tight under her breast,' Kane murmured, and I complied, aware that the simple action outlined Kelly's erect nipple clearly through the satin. Kelly's nipples are prominent, even when not erect, and harden into points the size of the tip of a little finger. Kane snapped a couple of shots then moved closer to undo the top two buttons of Kelly's shirt. I saw her look up at him but neither of us made any attempt to stop his hand. He deliberately brushed the back of his hand across her nipple as he drew away and I felt myself harden in my jeans. 'Okay, slip one hand inside her shirt and cup her breast.' Again I complied without hesitation and I could feel Kelly's heart beating rapidly under her warm skin. I gently played with her nipple and the movement of my hand caused Kelly's open shirt to slip off one shoulder. My hand covered the nipple but the swell of her breast above my grip was clear and I heard the camera rattle off several shots. 'Kelly, stay on Dave's lap but put your back to him.' She turned awkwardly, keeping my hand on her breast, but again neither of us made an attempt to close her shirt. We were both wondering where this was leading and the look in Kelly's green eyes made me shudder in anticipation. 'That's good, lean back again and expose your throat to the camera.' Kelly's hair fell across my shoulder and the arching of her back made the shirt slip off the other shoulder. The edge of the shirt snagged and held on her nipple, exposing two thirds of her small but pert breast. I heard Kane murmur his appreciation and again the camera fired several times. 'Now Kelly, I want you to place both hands on Dave's knees and lean right forward. Look into the camera seductively, as though,' he paused, 'as though you want to seduce it.' She complied, allowing her shirt to fall completely open, my hand moving and revealing both breasts to him. I felt the heat rise between her legs against my hardness and knew that we had both crossed a line. 'That's great.' Kane's voice was almost a whisper. His camera whirred again. 'Push your arms together across your breasts.' His voice was low but commanding. 'Dave, stand behind the chair, one hand on her shoulder.' We were puppets in his imagination, clay models for whatever he decided to shape us into. 'Take the shirt completely off Kelly, Dave unzip your jeans and loosen the button so they sit open.' He had Kelly lie backwards across the chair with one hand pulling open my jeans while she pinched her own nipple. Then he talked us to the bed, our clothes slowly disappearing until we were both in our underwear. 'Doggie style Dave, with your hand on her buttock as though you had slapped her.' I felt the intense heat as I pressed the strained cotton of my briefs against Kelly from behind. She quivered ever so slightly as my open hand touched her buttock. 'That's good.' He moved behind me so as to get a rear view of the two of us. 'Slap her lightly, just enough to leave a red mark.' The contact of my hand on Kelly's flesh sounded unnaturally loud and both Kane and I heard her gasp but made no comment. I looked down to see the vague outline of my handprint on her firm buttock. 'Head back Kelly, Dave spread her hair across her back.' I did so, enjoying the tingles springing along my shaft as it pushed against the thin cotton of her panties when I leaned forward. More shots. 'Pull her head back.' I did so, gently winding Kelly's hair around my hand. 'That's great.' He was directly behind me now, looking over my shoulder and snapping the full length of her body. 'Grip her waist firmly with your other hand.' The position made me feel powerful and turned me on, even though I was totally under his command and not in charge of the situation in the slightest. I felt his hand brush my buttocks then he pulled my undies down. I sprang free and rested against Kelly, pressing against the damp material of her panties. He moved around in front of us and snapped a couple more shots. 'Dave, both hands on her waist now and rest yourself on top of her so I can see you.' I wasn't sure what he meantm so impatiently he moved forward, took my shaft in his hand and pulled it so that it pointed upwards, the tip popping up from behind Kelly's buttocks. I couldn't deny the electricity that fired as he touched me and suddenly wondered what his cock would feel like between my fingers...or my lips. 'Kelly, turn and look back at him, reach back with one hand and lightly caress the tip.' Our eyes met and I saw the blaze of lust in my wife's eyes and suddenly realised that mine probably looked the same. 'On your back, legs up and feet resting on Dave's shoulders, panties off. We complied, completely exposing ourselves. 'Reach up and touch him with a fingertip.' Her finger stretched out and touched the small glistening drop of pre-come that had appeared, her fingertip moving in small circles. Kane knelt on the bed and leant over Kelly to take some close ups, his crotch close to her face. I saw Kelly look at it and wondered if she was trying to see if he was hard. 'Dave stand next to the bed, Kelly sit up and stick your tongue out and just touch him.' Again we complied, eager and willing. She slowly ran the tip of your tongue around the head of my cock as he snapped away. 'Into your mouth.' Kane's voice was barely audible as he watched Kelly's lips slowly devour me. I looked down and watched as he put down his camera on the bedside table. Kelly began to get quicker but slowed down at his command. Kane slowly unbuttoned and removed his shirt, dropping it on the floor. He sat next to Kelly, kissing her neck as his hands ran lightly across her back and chest, flicking and pinching her nipples. He gently cupped her chin and pulled her mouth from me, turning her face to his and you kissed deeply. The he turned her face back to me, directing the movement of her mouth with gentle pressures of his hand on Kelly's head. Again he pulled her back, but this time he leant forward and ran his tongue along the side of my shaft. I shivered in pleasure as he moved Kelly's mouth to the other side and the two of them began to lick my full length. Kane slipped me into his mouth and rolled his tongue around the tip. He guided Kelly's hands to his jeans and eagerly she unzipped them and tugged them over his hips then off. He was not wearing any underwear and I looked down to see his erection spring free. Kelly had stepped back a little as his jeans came off and stopped to watch us for a moment. I looked at her slender body, the dark patch of hair between her legs, your nipples pointing proudly at us and almost came in his mouth. I met Kelly's eyes then took his face in my hands and began to thrust into his mouth, attempting to retake control. He gently bit me, forcing me to stop and he regained the initiative. He took my hand and guided it onto him, so I wrapped my hand around his shaft and gently stroked him. He was longer than me, and nearly as thick. His pubic hair was gone, shaved or waxed I couldn't tell, but it made him appear huge. I lay beside him on the bed, slipping him into my mouth. He was warm and slightly sweaty to the taste, but quickly became slick with my saliva as I worked my mouth as far down his length as I could. I played with his balls as I sucked him and felt him reciprocate and for a moment we were both oblivious to Kelly's presence. Then she knelt on the other side of him and her small hand snaked outwards and caressed his balls. I pulled my head back and offered him to her, watching as her mouth, inches from my eyes, devoured him. We took turns in sucking him, then licked him in unison, kissing each other across the tip, our tongues wildly flailing against him. He had stopped sucking me a little while after Kelly had joined me, though his hand gave small squeezes of my shaft, and I looked down to see his other hand between Kelly's legs, which she had parted for him. He leaned across and his tongue flicked against her, Kelly's squeal muffled in her full mouth. She gasped and let him slip away from her lips, so quickly I took him into my mouth. I heard him gasp to stop, so I released him and watched him twitch against my hand and knew how close he had been. I moved behind Kelly, gripped her waist and pushed inside. Kane kept his tongue moving against Kelly's clit, occasionally licking my shaft and balls as I thrust into her wetness. In less than ten strokes of his tongue and my shaft on her clitoris, she came, and we pinned her hard against us and continued moving, riding her into a second climax until she begged us to stop. As Kelly lay panting on the bed, we rolled her over and knelt on either side of her head, pressing our cocks against her mouth. Kelly gasped but parted her lips, her tongue darting out so that we could rub ourselves across her. Several times the tips touched and I saw Kelly squirm as she witnessed each contact close up. The head of his cock was hot against mine and combined with her tongue drove me to a new state of arousal. Then Kane moved between Kelly's legs and slid into her. Kelly lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist to pull him deeper. I slid myself into her mouth then placed one hand on her clit, matching each of his strokes. My fingertips could feel his slick shaft as it powered into her and I realised that he was going to keep this pace up until he finished. I stopped my thrusting into Kelly's mouth, balanced on the edge of a climax, a delicate place where every fibre of my body is oblivious to everything except the waves of pleasure. Kane's body was slapping against my wife and I could feel each thrust through her mouth as it continued to work on me. Kelly's tongue was a frenzy of action working without thought. Then Kane leaned forward and his mouth covered hers, covering my shaft in the process. Kelly used her tongue to push me out so that I lay across her lips and I felt his tongue join hers as they played together and rushed me over the edge. Kane stopped thrusting as I came with my hands grabbing at his shoulders to stop from falling over. I felt his mouth clamp over me, hot like Kelly's but different somehow. More spasms ripped through me until at last I stepped backwards and collapsed on the floor, leaning against the wall. I was side on to them both now and watched as Kelly bent her legs, drawing him deeper inside once again. Kane began thrusting again and as he did, with each inwards movement he dribbled some of my come from his mouth. With disbelief I watched as Kelly opened her mouth to catch it then watched as he brought his lips close to hers. His body was slick with a light sheen of sweat and he was speeding up his rhythm. Their foreheads touched and I watched as Kelly flicked her tongue out to lick his lips. With a roar he came, the last of my seed spilling downwards onto her chin and neck. His buttocks clamped tight and I watched as his orgasm took Kelly over the edge into another climax, her stomach ripples of taut muscle. Then he was kissing her, the tension leaving his body. I crawled to the side of the bed and we kissed, Kelly's tongue sliding into my mouth and leaving a salty taste as it withdrew. My come. I was hard again, but nothing more was to happen that night. Kane slid from her body and dressed. He smiled and waved at us as he left. He left behind his card with the address of his studio. The End. The Photographer Mary answered an advert in the local paper, 'Wanted glamour models, no experience necessary.' Well, she needed some excitement in her life, so she rang the number. Her body was looking the best it had in years. A little thin but well toned and extremely good for woman in her 40s. She had small pert breasts and a flat stomach. The address given was in the smart end of town. He was a young guy, just starting out. He needed the practice and the terms were 'trade for prints.' Mary would get the experience and be given a set of prints to keep. Mary rang the bell and the door was opened by a young guy n his early 30s. He was wearing dark flared jeans, a black t-shirt and bare footed. His hair was dark and cut quite short that showed off his cheeky smile. Mary warmed to him at once. "Hello, I am Mary," she said. "I rang you earlier about the photo shoot." "Yes, hi, I am Mark. Pleased to meet you. Do come in," he answered. Mary entered and Mark showed her through to his studio on the ground floor. It was sparsely furnished with a blue couch, floor cushions and assorted lighting. A screen was positioned at the far end of the room and Mark said she could get undressed behind that. "Would you like a glass of wine?" he asked. "There's a robe behind the screen," Mark said. "Oh, yes please," replied Mary. Mary was feeling very nervous as she went behind the screen and removed her clothes. However, this added to the excitement and she could feel a familiar longing in her pussy. She hoped that her quickening arousal would not be noticed, for this was a professional photo shoot and she did not want Mark to get the wrong idea! Mary put the jade robe on and noted that it went well with her red hair. As she did the tie up she felt her nipples harden under the texture of the silk material. The material felt cool and sensual. Just as well, for Mary was feeling very warm by now. Mark was back in the studio with two glasses of red wine, as Mary emerged from the screen. She felt herself blush from the unusual circumstances, and her nervousness increased as she thought about what was going to happen next. She was aware that her nipples must be showing through the thin material, as they were rock hard in anticipation! "I thought a glass of wine would help us relax," Mark said, with a smile on his face. "Thanks." Mary took the glass and took a large gulp. She felt the wine flow through her body, which increased the heat but made her more relaxed. She smiled and sat down on the couch as indicated by Mark. "I would like to do some shots with the robe on first, to get you used to the camera," Mark said. He stepped over and loosened the tie, allowing the robe to slip off Mary's right shoulder. Mark arranged the folds so that only her left leg was visible and just a glimpse of Mary's right breast. He went over to the camera and shot a few frames. The next few minutes were a blur, as Mark directed her movements, adjusted the robe and took a whole role of film. Mary hardly noticed that the robe was now barely covering her at all! Her tits were exposed and she was reclining on the couch with her legs stretched out and slightly apart. "Now, if you would just slip out of the robe and turn around, with your back to me," Mark asked. Mary stood up and proceeded to pose as instructed. Looking over her shoulder, one leg on the couch, leaning forward and holding the back of the couch, and finally kneeling on the couch with her tits pressed forward and her bum in the air! She could hardly believe what she was doing! Perhaps the wine had gone to her head? No, that was not entirely to explain it. Mary knew she was really getting off on the situation and she could feel her pussy moistening. She hoped it would not show! Mark's voice broke through into her thoughts. "Let's do some close up shots of your tits," he said. "Can you firm up your nipples for me please?" Mark took a few shots as Mary squeezed her nipples with her fingers. "Here, let me," he offered. "Nipples harden more if pinched," Mark said, grinning as he pinched Mary's nipples. "Ohhh!" exclaimed Mary. That felt so good and she could feel the dampness increasing between her legs. Mark then sucked and licked both nipples, as he said that he wanted them to glisten in the shots! Mary's breath quickened and her chest rose in anticipation of more. She had not expected this and was amazed at her response. She should really leave but her body was enjoying the situation and the excitement. A wave of pleasure swept through her and a flush spread over her face. "Excellent!" exclaimed Mark. "Hold that look. Now you look as if you desire to be pleasured." He moved in with the camera and took shots of her face, her nipples and then her fanny! Mark moved Mary's legs apart as she sat on the couch and as he did he softly brushed the top of her inside thigh. "Mmmm. You are quite moist Mary. May I take some photos here please?" Mary could only manage to gulp a yes in reply, for her body felt weak as Mark's fingers were increasing the wetness on her pussy lips. He inserted his fingers in her mouth for her to suck clean. Mary took them deep into her mouth. Her head was spinning. What was happening? Mark had put his camera down and was undoing the button and zip on his jeans. He moved in closer and kissed Mary on her full red lips, as he slowly removed his fingers from her mouth. His tongue probed her mouth and she could feel herself weaken more. "Do you want my cock Mary?" Mark whispered in her ear, and she could feel his warm breath. "Oh yes please," Mary replied breathlessly. Mark removed his jeans, boxers and then his t-shirt. His body was still tanned from a recent holiday in Malta. Mary noticed his muscles were firm as she glanced over his body before lowering her gaze to Mark's cock, which gleamed with pre-cum and had swollen to its full size. Mark knelt on the couch and pushed his shaft into Mary's mouth. It was wide and filled her mouth. She sucked slowly, using her tongue on the head. Mark's hand had moved back down to her pussy and was exploring ... pushing in two fingers, he was feeling for her 'G' spot. Mary was powerless to resist and she did not want to! He removed his prick from her mouth and slid it slowly over her body ... between her breasts ... over her tummy and then rested on her public mound, before sliding slowly into her fanny. The pleasure was exquisite and as Mark entered her, Mary felt waves of such intensity ripple through her pussy and her body. Mark's fingers pressing on her clit brought Mary to an amazing climax. As she screamed out with joy, she felt Mark shudder and groan out, "I'm cumming too!" They climaxed and lay together savouring the realisation that something amazing had just occurred. "Well!" exclaimed Mark. "That certainly was an interesting photo session." "Mmmm," murmured Mary. "I came here to do something exciting and different, and I certainly did!" "I think we should call it a day, don't you? I'll develop the prints later and give you a call," said Mark. "Yes, that will be fine," Mary agreed. Mary dressed in a daze and as she walked home there was a smile on her face. She couldn't wait to see the prints! The Photographer I have always had an interest in photography that went beyond the enjoyment of looking at nude pictures in Playboy. So last fall, I decided to take a course offered through the community college in photography. We did a number of different subjects in the course and one of the outside assignments was to do a series on a human subject. I talked Nancy, a gorgeous brunette that works with me into being my model. At work, I'm known as a kind and quiet man who is "safe" but not particularly exciting. I have never been very aggressive with woman and am sort of plain looking. Nancy knew that she was safe and that all I wanted were some nice pictures. She agreed after I promised that she could have copies. She wore a blue evening dress and had her hair styled specially (also an expense I absorbed) for the session. It went smoothly with me taking two rolls of film of her doing close-up and glamour shots. After developing the pictures in the class, I took copies to work for Nancy and she was so pleased she showed them to all our coworkers. I got lots of praise for the work from both my coworkers and the class. A month later, Christine (another coworker) approached me and asked if I would photograph her. I agreed and asked to bring what she wanted to pose in to my house that Saturday. Christine is a tall, very slender brunette with an extremely tight body and a small chest. She is very quiet and reserved at work. I rented some extra lights and set up a backdrop in my basement (I hope to add a darkroom too). Christine showed up wearing workout clothes with a small bag. She said that she wanted to start of in that so we went straight to work. I talked her through a number of poses. After I was done with the first roll, she went to the bathroom to change. She came out in a tiny strapless orange bikini. My mouth dropped to the floor. I regained my composure and we went back to work. I had her pose many ways being sure to get a couple closeups for myself and a couple with her facing away from the camera (what a hiney!). After two roles of film , Christine went back to the bathroom and changed back into her work out clothes. She thanked me and told me she was looking forward to seeing the pictures. I stopped by Christine's desk on Wednesday (I had borrowed a friends darkroom to develop the pictures) and gave her the pictures. She left them in the envelope and said that she would look at them later. I can't blame her for not wanting the whole office drooling over her in a bikini. Thursday, she came by my desk to thank me again and to ask if I would do some more. I agreed to have her come over again Saturday (who wouldn't!) for another session. Saturday morning, I once again set up my equipment for the shoot. Needless to say I was quite excited. Christine showed up at 10:00 wearing another workout suit and carrying her bag again. This time she excused herself and went straight to the bathroom to change. I played around with the equipment wondering what type of surprises she might have for me today. I was hoping that she might have brought along another bikini. She came out of the bathroom wearing a skimpy teddy! I was having a hard time concealing my excitement. Christine explained that she wanted some special pictures for her boyfriend to remember her by when he was away on business. She laid down across the set with one hand supporting her head and the other running along her side. Her brown nipples were clearly visible through the top and I could just make out a small dark patch through her sheer white panties. Needless to say, I started shooting away. Soon, I had her moving all around so I could get a better pictures (not to mention a better view!). When I went to change film, she said she was going to change into something else. I was disappointed, figuring that I had seen all that I was going to. Five minutes later she came out wearing a black silk night shirt and white stockings. It was not transparent as the teddy had been but her nipples still cast an interesting contour through the silk. The shirt was slit near the bottom on both sides and I could just catch the tops of the stockings. They apparently were being held up by a garter belt! She laid down belly first on the set and I started shooting closeups of her face. If she had been a little better built, I would have had some good cleavage but as I mentioned earlier, Christine is slight. I walked around her back and saw that the shirt had ridden up her backside exposing part of each cheek. She didn't have any panties on! My bulge was getting tougher and tougher to conceal and walking was getting painful. I moved back to the front of the set and put my camera back on the tripod (help conceal the shake in my hand). She rose up to a semi kneeling position and unbuttoned a couple buttons on the shirt. Then she took part of the left shoulder and leaned her head over it. She stared up at the camera and I took some shots. It was one hot pose! Then she kneeled at a 90 degree angle to the camera and worked the shirt to expose the side of her thigh (without showing any of her privates) and the garter belt. I was out of film again (I don't know how I noticed!) As I was changing film, Christine got up and got a drink (I had set out some white wine). She brought a glass over to me and asked me if I would promise to be discreet. I thought it a little strange to ask after she had already had the pictures shot but agreed that it would do neither of us any good to circulate anything at the office. She made me promise to give her all the negatives but said that I could keep some pictures for myself. Then she said that it was time to get back to work (I thought maybe she was done by the tone of her conversation). She sat down on the set and undid all but one button on the nightshirt. One of her small breasts peeked out from one side of the shirt. Not knowing if it was on purpose or inadvertent, I quickly shot some pictures. It seemed to be on purpose as Christine lowered her shirt to her lap exposing both tits. They were absolutely gorgeous, small and pert with the brown nipples standing out. I was in seventh heaven. She unbuttoned the last button on the shirt and threw it off the set. She was now sitting Indian style with nothing but the white garter belt and stockings. I still couldn't see her pussy because of the way she was sitting. After I shot a couple more frames, she laid on her belly facing me. I caught a glimpse of her pussy as she laid out. She a really tight butt and the cheeks looked really firm. She rolled over and stood up with her back facing me and looked over her shoulder at the camera. Finally she turned around and I got to view her in all her glory. She had a neatly trimmed pussy with a thin downy looking bush. I had run out of film again. I practically tore the camera apart and reloaded in record time as I didn't want to miss this opportunity of a lifetime. Christine had sat back down when I turned around to the set. She was sitting with her knees up to her chest. She said that she wanted some extreme closeups and spread her knees partly and put both hands down on both sides of her pussy. I moved in for the closeups as she pulled the lips apart showing the pinkness inside. I couldn't believe Christine was such a hot lady under her quiet exterior. A finger entered the slippery folds and she frigged in and out a couple times as I shot away (with the camera). She rolled over on her belly and stuck her ass up at me. I snapped a couple more shots of her brown and pink holes as she continued to slide her finger in and out of her pussy. She rolled onto her back and I could see that her eyes were closed. The pace of her finger had picked up too. I shot away and found once again that I was out of film. As I changed film, I saw that Christine had not noticed my absence (or my presence at that point) and was furiously moving her finger in and out and pulling at her nipples with the other hand, alternating from tit to tit. I got back just in time to capture her face at the moment of climax. As she came down to earth, I snapped a couple more shots with her hand laying next to her wide open pussy with the juices clearly visible on it. After a couple minutes, she reopened her eyes and looked up at me and blushed slightly. She had made very little noise during the whole performance (just a occasional whimper and some deep breathing, Christine was definitely not a screamer!) She could plainly see my bulge. She told me she would take care of my problem and thank me properly for the pictures if I promised to respect her relationship with her boyfriend. She told me that she wouldn't let me fuck her but she would give me a blowjob. She motioned me over to her and reached up for my zipper and lowered it. She reached in my shorts and pulled my cock out. I have an average cock (six and a half inches and a little thicker than some) and she complimented me on it. She guided me back to a seat near the tripod and sat me down, taking the opportunity to lower my pants and shorts. As I sat, I kicked them completely off. She kneeled down and took my cock in her mouth. It was unbelievable. She suck gently on the tip and ran it down, a little deeper each time. She pulled it out and licked the underside down to the balls. She engulfed the head and went all the way down to the base. She raised her head to the tip again and started tonguing it while her hand grabbed my base and began to jack it. I reached over and picked up my camera again. I finished out the roll of film taking pictures of her sucking my cock. After having been as excited as I was for the last hour (it seemed much longer), I didn't have much staying power. I was soon shooting my load down her throat. She was obviously skilled and took the whole load without missing a drop. I sat on the chair totally spent as she gently stroked my cock with her small hands. After I regained my power to speak, I thanked her. Christine made me promise that I would tell no one of our session (any part of it) and reminded me that I had promised her the negatives. She got up and went to the bathroom. By the time she came out (dressed once more in the workout suit), I had put my pants back on and was turning off the lights and cleaning up. She thanked me again and kissed me lightly before leaving. I went to my friends house Sunday to develop the film. It took most the day to do it but I wanted to get it right. I wanted to be sure that all the pictures came out right because Christine had said that I could keep a set of prints. I had to do it right the first time as I had promised to return the negatives and would not get a second chance. The results were quite impressive and I did a lot of blowups. Monday, at the office, I told Christine that I had her prints and negatives out in my car (I didn't want to take the chance anyone could get a hold of them in the office). After work, we walked out to the car and I gave them to her. She thanked me again and I told her that I should be thanking her. I told her anytime she wanted another shoot, To just let me know. Thursday, she came up to me at the office. She said that she had given the pictures to her boyfriend as a birthday present. He (and she) were both impressed with the results. She admitted that she hadn't given him the pictures of her frigging herself or the ones of her blowing me. She didn't think he could handle that. I still can't believe that this experience happened to me. Not only did I have a great experience, my camera work has improved. ==================== After my last adventure, I realized that I wouldn't be happy unless I did some more nude photographs. Christine was still around work but hadn't shown any interest (I was to timid to ask her). I decided that I didn't want to risk approaching anyone at work since I wanted to keep my little hobby a secret. I decided to place an ad in the classified section of our local paper. I kept the ad vague saying that I wanted models for figure and glamour work. I had them respond to a post office box so I could retain my anonymity. I ran the ad for one week and sat back and waited for the responses to come in. At the end of the week, I went to the post office to see the response. There was only five letters in the box. One was from what was obviously a hooker. She talked about sex and what she would do to me if I was "generous". I decided that I wasn't that desperate. Another, she had included a picture, said that she didn't do nude work but would pose in swimsuits. I put her aside hoping to find a more likely candidate. The third letter said that she posed for "tastefully" done nudes and that her rate was $200.00 an hour. She included a picture and did not look particularly pretty. I knew I couldn't afford her rates and was beginning to get a little discouraged. The fourth was from a college student named Angela. She said that she was working her way through school. She said that she had never modeled before but thought she could learn quickly. Angela wrote that she was 5' 8", 36-24-34 and weighed 135. She also said that she had light blonde hair. Now this was more like it. The fifth letter was from a girl who had done some modeling before. She included a photo and looked quite nice. She had a resume from previous jobs and said that she would like to arrange a time for me to view her portfolio. I got the impression that she was a more serious model than I could afford and might not be willing to do the type photos I wanted. It looked like Angela would be my best bet. I called her number when I got home. A pleasant female voice answered and I asked for Angela. The girl told me that Angela had gone home for the weekend and would be back Monday. She offered to take a message but I declined promising to call back Monday evening (Angela had classes most of the day I was told). The weekend dragged on and I mapped out my strategy. By Monday night, I was nervous. I needed to calm down as I wanted to sound professional to allay any fears Angela might have. I called and a different female voice answered. I asked for Angela and she replied that she was her. I told her that she had answered my ad and that I was interested in interviewing her. She dropped her voice and sounded a bit tentative when she asked for the details. I arranged to meet her at a local college hang out to discuss details. I figured that this would give both of us a chance to check each other out and help put her at ease since she would be on her home turf. I showed up at the appointed time with a small folder of some of my previous work. I had include a couple of the more discreet shots of Christine (my only nude work at that point). Angela showed up late and seemed a bit nervous. I knew that I would have to go slow. She seemed bigger than life (not fat), was well built and had a soft sort of roundness to her curves. I tried to relax her by getting her to talk about herself. She said that she was working her way through school and was having a hard time finding enough work to support herself given the time constraints of her classes. She said that she had a part time waitress job but it didn't cover all her expenses. She asked what the modelling job paid. I told her that I would pay $100.00 a session and that could increase later on. I said that each session would be about two hours long and that I could work around her schedule. Angela then asked what she had to do. I told her I wanted to shoot some glamor, semi-nudes and nude shots (I gave her the folder to look at). She looked around nervously and lowered her voice and said that she would do it. We agreed on Thursday evening and I asked her to bring along a swimsuit, a nightgown, and to wear a dress to the session. I planned to take it slow the first night. Angela showed up on time in a maroon dress suit with a white blouse. She seemed tense and nervous. I took her to the basement and gave her a quick tour to show her the bathroom for changing, the dark room (a new addition), and finally the studio. I gave her a glass of wine and told her to let me know at any point in the shoot if she was uncomfortable. I took a couple quick pictures while she finished her wine and told her how lovely she looked. She seemed to relax a bit and I guided her to the set. I could tell I was going to have to talk to her a lot and reassure her (with Christine there had been very little talking). After about ten minutes of talking her through various poses, I asked her to remove her suit jacket. She tensed momentarily but soon fell back into the rhythm. I soon ran out of film in both cameras (I had gotten a second camera so I wouldn't have to change film as often) and suggested to Angela that she go change into her swimsuit. She nervously trotted off to the bathroom to change. She still hadn't come out when I had finished reloading. I went down the hall and knocked on the door and asked her if she was alright. She nervously replied that she would be out in a minute. A couple minutes later, she came back into the studio wearing a robe that I had placed in the bathroom for her. I asked her if she was nervous and she admitted that she was a little nervous. I told her how beautiful she looked and that she had nothing to be afraid of. After a couple more minutes of reassuring talk, she took the robe off and started posing again. She was wearing a white one piece suit. Though it showed her curves well, it was not terribly revealing. She started to relax and I soon had her doing Marilyn Monroe style pin up shots and enjoying it. After I had shot another two rolls of film, I asked her to go change into the nightgown she had brought. She picked up the robe and headed to the bathroom. I reloaded the camera. I knew that I needed to pick up the pace a bit as we were already an hour into the session and I hadn't seen anything you couldn't see on TV. Angela returned wearing the robe again and went straight to the set (a good sign). I asked her how she was enjoying the session and she said that it was fun. I took a couple of shots of her face as we talked to let her know it was time to get back to work. She took the hint and removed the robe. She was wearing one of those big football jersey that came down below her waist. I guess 20 year old college students haven't had time to learn to appreciate sexy nightwear (such as the night shirt 29 year old Christine had in the earlier episode). It looked like she was still wearing her bra. Well if I couldn't start at the top, I could start at the bottom. I moved her around the set and had her lie on her belly. As she got down, I saw that she was wearing plain white panties. After a couple of shots on her belly, I asked her to remove her panties for some semi-nude teasing shots. The moment of truth had arrived. Was she going to chicken out or were we going to start to make some progress. She hesitated a moment and then reached back. She lowered the panties without exposing anything. I asked her to stand in a profile stance. She rose carefully. I asked her to raise the bottom of the shirt so as to cover her front but give a side view thigh and behind. She did so slowly. She had a great behind. I told again how beautiful she was and asked her to turn her head to the camera and give me a big smile. She did so rather self conciously. I told her that she could put her panties back on while I reloaded the camera (only one camera was used up but I could tell she needed a short break). When I returned, she seemed more relaxed. I asked her if she was ready to go on. She said yes and I requested that she remove the jersey. A look of panic shot through her eyes but she was a trooper. I was right about the bra as after she removed the jersey, she was standing there in just her bra and panties. I tried to relax her as I shot some more poses. Finally, I asked her to unhook her bra. The Photographer She complied and finally dropped it to the floor. I hadn't realized how well built she was. She had large firm breasts that did not sag (the advantages of youth) topped by large pinkish brown nipples. I posed her in some poses to show off her beauties and to relax her for the final stage. I had her stand facing away from the camera and asked her to remove her panties. She lowered them to her feet and stepped out of them. She had a beautiful round behind. After a few shots, I had her turn around. Her pussy was covered by a thick growth of light gold pubic hair. I had her pose in a couple of different poses and finally had her recline on the set. I knew time was growing short so I decided not to push her any further for this session. Angela put the robe on and went to the bathroom to dress. When she came out, I paid her in cash and threw in a little bonus as an encouragement. Her eyes lit up as she counted the money. I asked her if she wanted to do another session. She did not hesitate at all as she replied in the affirmative. I told her that I would call her next week (it was too expensive of deal to do too often). I waited a week before calling Angela to set up a second session. She sounded genuinely glad to hear from me again and told me that she had been scared that her hesitant performance might have soured me on her. I reassured her that it had not and that I was looking forward to the next session. We set up a time for Monday evening. I did tell her that I hoped to move a little quicker this time. I also suggested that she might want to trim her pubic hair. She said that she would do what she could. I also asked her sizes so that I could pick up a couple things for her to wear. Angela showed up Monday night in a sweater and jeans. As it was fall, she was wearing a couple of layers underneath and looked every bit the typical college student. I asked her to go to the bathroom and remove the bra but leave the rest on as I wanted to start with some cleavage shots. We quickly got to work and I had her unbutton a couple buttons on the blouse under the sweater. I had her lean over and shot a couple of shots down her front. I asked her to remove the blouse altogether but to leave the sweater on. When she returned from the bathroom, I shot a couple more cleavage shots. Her nipples looked so cute peaking through the tight sweater. I decided it was time to try out some of the things I had bought her. I gave her a tiny red string bikini and asked her to change into it. She laughed when she saw the size of it. Apparently the first session had succeeded in getting her over her shyness. She came down the hall wearing just the bikini (she hadn't bothered with the robe). As well built as she was, the little pieces of fabric barely concealed her charms. She pirouetted to show of the suit (she was really getting into it) and we went right to work. Red was a good choice for her. Unfortunately, as it was fall (and she had never worn this bathing suit in her life) the light bit of tan she had remaining clashed with the white skin exposed by the suit. I could see pubic hear coming out the leg openings of the tight bottom and wondered how good of job she had done trimming the hair. I told her that she keep the suit as long as she brought it along when ever I asked for it. She thanked me but said that she didn't know if she had the guts to wear it in public. After both cameras were empty for the first time, I went to my little bag and pulled out a sheer white teddie(very similar to the one Christine had worn). I also had gotten her white stockings and a garter belt to show off Angela's nice long legs. She went down the hall to change while I reloaded the cameras. We were only twenty minutes into the session and making good progress. Angela took a little longer (she told me she had to figure out how to use garters) but returned wearing the robe. She quickly shed it when she reached the set though and laid down. The teddie was translucent and showed her body well. After about a half roll of film, I had her remove the teddy top and strike some more poses. When the first camera ran out of film, I asked her to remove the panties. I could tell that Angela had not done much of a job trimming her pubic hair. After a couple shots, I told her it was time to do some spreads (we hadn't done anything that risky the first night). I had her spread her knees apart and started to shoot. I stopped and said to her that I was disappointed that she hadn't done a better job trimming the hair. She blushed and apologized. I decided it was time to take a chance. I told her that she would be of little use for me looking like that and that we might as well stop now. Of course I can't pay you for an entire session. She looked downcast and explained that she really didn't know what I wanted it to look like. I told her that I would help her out and we could take care of it now and continue on with the session. She seemed hesitant but with Thanksgiving and Christmas just around the corner, I knew she had the financial incentive. She agreed and I went to the bathroom for some scissors, a razor, baby oil, shaving cream and a towel. I was about to live out another one of my fantasies. When I returned to the set, I told her that this little operation would make a good series. So I set her up and took a few "before" pictures. I laid the towel under her and reached for the scissors. I told her I wanted to trim her bush to a small rectangle just above her pussy lips which I wanted to shave bald. I told her that this would help when she wore the red bikini. She just nodded and laid back. I start to clip the hair starting at the top and working down to her pussy. I roughed it into the shape I wanted and then headed down to the lips. I snapped a few more pictures and started trimming the hair around the lips. I was extremely careful as I didn't want to cut her down there. I couldn't believe I was actually getting to do this. I let my hand brush against her cunt. It was time to get the razor out. I noticed that Angela was being very still and had closed her eyes. I shook the shaving cream can and squirted it above her pussy. I took my hands and spread it around the lips down to her anus. I took the razor and started at the top. The rectangle began to take shape. Then I worked back down to the lips. I had to put a finger inside her cunt to hold the lips so I wouldn't nick her. I heard her inhale deeply as I did so. I worked that finger around cunt as I cleared the remaining hair around her pussy. I worked down to her anus but left the one finger in her cunt and worked down a little deeper. I reluctantly removed the finger and took a couple more pictures. Then I took the towel and cleaned up the remaining shaving cream from her pussy. I must admit, I thought I had done quite well. A quick couple of picture and then I broke out the baby oil. I told her that it would help sooth the newly shaved skin. I smoothed it in and pushed one finger back in the pussy. Not meeting any resistance. I poured some more oil around her cunt and added a second finger to the first. I started moving them in and out, not making any pretense that I was soothing her skin. Her breathing picked up and her beautiful breasts were heaving. She started a slow whimper that started rising in volume. Finally, she came (I could feel the release of more juices even with the baby oil) letting out a loud squeal. I slowed the pace of my fingers and start stroking the outside of her pussy. She opened her eyes and looked around the room as though she were trying to regain her bearing. I took a couple more shots and grabbed a mirror. I asked her if she wanted to look and held the mirror between her legs. She raised up and looked down at the mirror. Her eyes widened and she said that it looked "neat". She tentatively reached down and ran her hand through the hair. There was only one other thing that I wanted to accomplish during that session. I reloaded the cameras as Angela continued to admire my handy work. I reached back into the bag and pulled out a dildo that I bought for the occasion. After what Angela had just gone through, I hoped she was ready to try some herself. So far, she had mostly been passive. I walked back to the set and put the dildo down near Angela's leg. She looked up and put the mirror down when she saw the dildo. It was fairly large (8" X 4.5") and pink. I talked calmly to her and asked her if she was ready to do some more shots. She looked apprehensive but nodded her head. I took the baby oil and spread it on the dildo. I handed it to her and she took it tentatively. I went back to my camera and started shooting pictures. At first, she just slid it around her newly cleared pussy. She finally put the tip to her lips and started to slowly insert it. After she had put in about three inches, she removed it and ran it around her pussy again. Then she inserted again a little more forcefully. After she had about five inches, she started to stroke it slowing in and out. After about three strokes, the low moaning started again. She was pushing more and more of it in with each stroke. The level of noise began to rise as the pace of the stroking increased. It looked like she was getting atleast seven inches of the dildo in. With a loud shriek she pushed the whole thing in and left it there. She must have been coming again. When she reopened her eyes and looked at me and she blushed. She removed the dildo and let it fall to the floor. I had finished both rolls of film so I told her that she had done a great job. She reached over and grabbed the robe and put it on. After she returned from dressing, I paid her and showed her some of the pictures from the previous shoot. I made some small talk and asked if she would be interested in doing another shoot soon. She said that she would check her schedule but thought she could do it the next week. I asked her if she knew anyone else who might be interested in modeling. She hesitated. I reassured her that I still wanted to use her as a model. She said that one of her roommates might be interested. She said that she would check. ===================== Christine's Return I was at my desk when Christine came by. She asked if I'd like to do another photo session on Saturday. Not being a fool, I quickly agreed. I called and cancelled a shoot with Angela Wednesday night. It was getting too expensive to have her come in every week. Since I had a "free" model in Christine, I decided she could wait awhile. Angela sounded disappointed but I told her I would call her the following week and reschedule. Saturday could not come fast enough. Christine showed up wearing a red and white striped blouse and blue jeans. I took her to the basement to see the improvements I had made since her last visit. She seemed impressed by the dark room. As we were making small talk, I asked her how her boyfriend was enjoying his pictures. She said that he had discovered some of the pictures of her giving me the blowjob (She had only given him the more discreet nudes). He had blown his top and now they were history. She didn't seem particularly upset about it. I suggested that we might want to get started. Christine excused herself and took her bag to the bathroom. I was looking forward to whatever surprises that bag might contain. I wasn't disappointed. Christine came into the studio dressed in a red see-through negligee. It had been over two months since our first session and I forgot how breathtaking her beauty was. Her small breasts, topped by tiny brown nipples showed clearly through the negligee. She had red pumps and a matching red garter belt and stocking set on. We quickly went to work. Christine exhibited no shyness and soon the negligee had been removed. She posed in the red stockings and garters. She said that she wanted a break and retreated to the bathroom. She didn't even bother with a robe, her naked ass cheeks holding my full attention as she walked down the hall. Christine returned, still wearing the red stockings and garter belt. She paused to sip her wine. She picked up one of the photo albums I was working on. This particular one had pictures from my sessions with Angela. Her eyes nearly bugged out. She insisted on viewing all the pictures. She complimented me on my finding such a good looking woman to pose. When she saw the pictures of Angela using a dildo, she asked if I still had one. I pulled out the dildo and she took it and returned to the set. Soon I was shooting pictures of her sliding the plastic toy in and out of her pink slit. After about ten minutes of masturbating with the dildo, Christine looked up at me and told me she would rather have the real thing. I took that as an invitation and joined her on the set. Now that her boyfriend was gone, I was going to have my opportunity. His loss would be my gain. She helped me lower my pants and remove my shirt. We kissed and her tongue entered my mouth. Her hand encircled my already erect manhood. My mouth engulfed her nipple, biting and licking first one, then the other. I tongued my way down her flat belly. She was already quite moist when my tongue entered her pussy. A noise escaped from deep in her throat. She spread her legs farther to allow me better access. I sucked her clit lightly between my teeth and she pushed her mound into my face. Her taste was intoxicating. Christine reached for my cock and pulled on it. When I lifted my head, she said she wanted it now. She rolled over on her stomach and lifted her ass high in the air. I stepped up behind her and slid the head of my cock against her slit. She yelled at me not to tease as she pushed back against me. I slid the head in and pushed. I was soon in her to the hilt. She started to push back against me and started a rhythm. I stroked to meet her thrusts and soon we were in sync. I soon reached the point of no return. I felt her muscles tightening against me as I shot my wad deep into her. We laid there, joined at the waist, for several minutes. I reluctantly pulled out and Christine rolled over on her back. She smiled up at me and told me to take some pictures. I reached for my camera and captured her sweaty cum filled form. A little of the sperm was visible leaking out her pussy lips. She grabbed the dildo and put it against her cunt. It composed a pictures of her beautiful pussy, leaking sperm that had apparently come from a plastic dildo. Christine asked me to arrange to see a photo shoot with Angela. I didn't know how Angela might react to the idea but Christine suggested that I introduce her as my assistant. She said she would help load the film and move the lights. I told Christine about the shoot I had scheduled for Wednesday. She said that she would come early to help me get ready. Christine said that she needed to clean up. She invited me to join her in the shower. I soaped her up and she returned the favor. She dropped to her knees and took my cock in her mouth. She was very skilled and I soon had another erection. The hot water was running out and I suggested we adjourn to a place where we could be more comfortable. We went to my bedroom. I asked her to sit on my face and soon found myself on my back in the bed, looking up at her incredible pussy. She lowered it to my outstretched tongue. As she rolled on my face, she asked me about Angela. Since I could do little more than grunt (besides, its impolite to talk with your mouth full), she lifted off my face. She slid down my stomach and lowered her pussy on my rigid pole. I told her the details of the shoots I had with Angela. We were going at a much slower, less frantic pace than before. Christine seemed particularly interested in my trimming of Angela's pussy (Christine already kept her bush trimmed but left hair outlining her pussy). She said that she might let me do it to her someday. She had been picking the pace up slightly. She seemed to reach and orgasm and stopped. I still hadn't shot. She pulled off me and lowered her head to my belly. Her mouth engulfed my cock and soon she had me shooting down her throat. She dressed and thanked me. She said that it was always exciting to come and visit me. She told me that her ex-boyfriend had less of an appetite then she did and tended to be routine in bed. She kissed me at the door as she left. At work on Monday, I invited her out to lunch. I found that she was a fascinating person of many different dimensions. We shared more in common than our lusts. It scared me because I realized I could really fall hard for her. She had made it clear to me that she was just looking for a little fun and was not looking for a serious relationship so soon. Also, I doubted that she would ever be interested in me as I am sort of plain and have six years on her. In contrast, she is the epitome of class and grace and could have her choice of men. If I hadn't discovered her weakness for exhibitionism, I doubt that she would even give me more than the time of day. Christine invited me out to lunch on Wednesday. She said that she was so excited about the upcoming shoot. She even took my hand under the table and slid it under her dress. My hand slid up her thigh and under her panties. She was indeed wet. She pulled my hand out before I could do much more than grope her and said that I would have to wait till later. That evening, Christine showed up at seven. We set the lights up and got the equipment ready. I instructed her in changing film and handling the equipment. I had asked Christine to dress conservatively so as not to intimidate Angela. She had worn blue jeans and a sweater. I found a hat and had her put it on so as to make it harder for Angela to recognize her from the photos I had shown her in the first interview. The door bell sounded and I told her to wait for us. I was a little worried how Angela might handle the presence of another woman. I had not called her in advance fearing a negative reaction. I took her coat and explained that I had an assistant to help for the evening. She looked at me nervously. As we entered the studio, she actually seemed relieved to see that the assistant was a woman. I explained that Christine was just learning to be a photographer and had offered to help for some pointers. I told Angela, that if it was alright with her, she would help out and even take some pictures. Angela agreed and went to the bathroom to change. I had set out the white teddie for Angela to wear. She came back wearing the robe. I had Christine for some light levels and then asked Angela to remove the robe. I took some pictures and spied Christine out of the corner of my eye. She was staring at Angela and I could tell she was excited. I had Angela remove the top half of the nightgown and had Christine step forward and take it from her. Christine got a close up view of Angela's large tits. I took a shot and stopped. I asked Christine to get some makeup as to use some pink rouge to highlight Angela's nipples. Her hand shook as she used the brush to apply the make-up. Angela's nipple hardened in response to the light touch. We shot some more film and I had Angela remove her panties. I was glad to see that she had been keeping the hair around her pussy trimmed. I had Christine change film in a camera. When she returned, I asked her if she wanted to take some shots. I sat back and watched Christine pose Angela every which way. Christine moved in for close ups and placed her hands on Angela, moving her to the pose she wanted (I had refrained from much touching in posing the girls as I didn't want to scare them off). Christine asked me to get the dildo. I saw Angela blush at the mention of the toy. I handed it to her and she hesitantly started to use it. Christine reached down between Angela's spread legs, telling her she was doing it all wrong. Christine took the plastic dildo and shoved it fully in Angela's cunt. Angela let out a gasp. Christine grazed her fingers over Angela's pussy as she replaced Angela's hand on the dildo. The Photographer Christine returned to the camera and took some more pictures. I suggested a break. Angela put the robe on and we sat and drank some wine. Christine asked Angela how she liked posing and Angela replied that she found it exciting. Christine said she might like to try it some day and Angela said that she should. Having set the trap, Christine asked me if she could pose too. I told her that would be a great idea. Angela looked nervously at me like she wanted to leave. Christine moved to the center of the set and pulled her sweater off. She dropped her pants and kicked off hers shoes. She asked Angela if this was how to do it as she mugged for the camera. Her white bra and panties soon joined the pile of clothes on the floor. I looked over to see how Angela was taking the show Christine was putting on. Christine said that she was having fun and could see why Angela enjoyed it. I suggested that Angela join Christine for some pictures together. I pointed out the contrasts between them (blonde vs. brunette, big breasts vs. flat chested) would make them good subject matters together. Angela removed the robe and joined Christine naked on the set. At first I had them pose in pretty tame poses. At one point. I had them stand back to back, their asses against one another. I had Christine stand behind Angela and fondle her breasts. Angela looked hesitantly at me but allowed Christine to do it. She even closed her eyes as Christine fingers worked on her nipples. Christine was fascinated by Angela's big breasts. At this point, Christine decided to take over and reached for the plastic dildo. She slid it into Angela. Angela moaned and Christine worked the pink toy in and out of her. She grabbed at Angela's big breasts. Angela was getting quite vocal. Christine guided Angela to lay down on her back. She pulled the dildo from Angela's pussy and soon her face had replaced it. Angela shook her head back and forth, her hands intertwined in Christine's hair. She shouted that she was cumming. Christine slowed her pace and then kissed her way up Angela's stomach. She spent a good deal of time on each tit. Finally, she reached Angela's mouth. Angela hesitated, I don't know if she was reluctant because as she later told us, that she had never been with a woman, or, that Christine's face was covered with her own juices. Now that Christine had joined the shoot, I had to change the film in my cameras myself. I returned to find the girls sixty-nining. Christine was on top with Angela underneath with her face buried in pussy. I wondered if they even knew I had left. I shot away, shooting close- ups of first one girl with her face in the pussy of the other, and then the other one. I saw Christine tense like she did when she came, then she returned to tonguing Angela's cunt. Five minutes later, Angela was moaning loudly once again and had stopped sucking Christine. Christine pulled her head up and asked me to fuck her. I quickly dropped the camera and my pants and came up behind her. She had lowered her head back and was kissing Angela's pussy furiously. I entered Christine's very wet cunt, my balls hanging down in Angela's face. Angela tongued them occasionally but was to caught up in her own pleasure. I leaned over Christine's and watched her sucking Angela's cunt. I was getting close and so was Christine. Angela was already cumming loudly. Christine pulled her face from between her thighs and told me to pull out and come over Angela's face. I didn't have time to ask Angela and I'm not sure she was in any state to answer. I pulled out of Christine's tight cunt. She quickly spun around as I started to shoot all over Angela's face and chest. Christine was licking the sperm up before I had even stopped spurting. Christine continued to lick Angela's face and chest while I caught my breath. Christine took the plastic dildo in her hand and pushed in Angela's pussy. Angela was soon moaning again. Christine pulled the dildo from Angela's cunt. Angela looked up to Christine disappointed and moaned "please". Christine slid two fingers in and stroked them in and out. She pulled me to her side and replaced her hand with mine. Her cunt felt so tight. I removed my left hand and replaced it with my right. I sucked the juices off my left hand. She tasted marvelous. Christine had moved over Angela's head and was lowering her pussy on her face. I heard Christine tell Angela that she hoped that she would do a better job of concentrating on sucking than she had before. I decided to make the job more difficult for Angela so I lowered my head down to her beautiful shaven pussy. I sucked her slowly and patiently, not wanting to deny Christine her dues. Angela tasted sweet and her pussy already was a swamp of juices from the earlier workout. I heard Angela start moaning and slowed the pace even more. I could tell Christine was enjoying her ride on Angela's face. She shook and I was fairly certain that Christine had cum. I decided it was time to forgo courtesy and dived in full force. Angela was soon moaning loudly, still trying to work on Christine's cunt. I rose up and entered Angela swiftly. She was extremely tight but also extremely ready. I stroked my cock in her and she moaned louder. We fucked furiously for ten minutes before I could not hold back any longer. I came deep in her pussy. After I withdrew, Christine dived onto Angela's cunt and licked her clean. She then did the same for cock. We took a breather and I poured drinks for everyone. Angela confessed that this was her first experience with a women and the first time for more than one partner. Christine admitted that she had previous lesbian experiences with a roommate in college but hadn't done anything in the past six years. She told Angela about her previous modeling for me and we showed her some of the pictures. Angela said that she had really enjoyed the experience but was ready to go home. She dressed and I saw her to the door. She reluctantly took the money, only after I convinced her that it was for her modeling. She said she did not want to become a prostitute. I asked her if she would consider posing for us again. She said that she had a lot of things to think about but that she might. I found Christine in the shower when I returned to the basement. I decided to give her a little time to herself and proceeded to turn the lights in the studio off and put away my equipment. I was just finishing unloading the film from the last camera when Christine emerged from the bathroom wearing the robe. She kissed me and asked me if it was alright for her to stay over (she had brought clothes for work). I certainly wouldn't turn down such a fine offer. We adjourned to the upstairs and I fixed us a light snack. We talked for hours. I was really feeling close to her and think that she was feeling the same way. Reluctantly, we retired to the bedroom. We made slow passionate love, unlike the mad animal like way we had done before. It was the first time we utilized the missionary position. It was very intimate and tender. Afterwards, we dozed off. The alarm sounded very early in the morning (considering the late hour we had been up to). It was nice to awake to the sight of Christine draped naked over me. Unfortunately, work awaited us that morning so there was no time for other things. We dressed and headed off to work. Christine went into work and I waited a discreet time before following her. The Photographer Many thanks to my Volunteer Editor "Fyrstar". He has improved this story from good to better. Or, perhaps from better to one of the best. You decide. The first 692 words of this story are one hundred percent fact. The remainder I have sprinkled with my imagination. This is a recounting of an adventure I started last April 28th. I am writing it down while I remember all of the details because they are details that I wish never to forget. As I said, this all started on April 28, which was a Sunday that particular year. My wife and I had gone shopping at the local supermarket. This was a regular event for us, as we both had high-pressure jobs that left us busy Monday thru Saturday of each week. Well anyway, this particular Sunday everything was as normal as ever. We worked our way through our shopping list until the most incredible thing happened! Just in front of us was this woman with the most incredible ass I have ever seen. I could not take my eyes off of it. She was dressed in silk or silken like pants, but these pants had to be made of some special material and by that I mean what the material was doing to her body! It was almost like she was nude! I was so overcome with the sight that I felt that I just had to keep staring for some time. I had to get a good look at this woman. I then noticed that her husband and daughter accompanied her. I certainly did not want to draw attention to myself so I passed their cart with ours, moved a short distance in front of her and stopped. Looking back I almost lost it. The material in her pants that so accentuated her ass showed me a Mons Venus that was very evident. I could even see the slit in her mound as she moved. She was also beautiful. Her hair and eyes were exquisite and her body was very nice. I could not see her breasts as her top clothing did not afford the same view as those pants she was wearing. I glanced at my wife, and luckily, she was totally unaware of my antics. I am a person that is always quick to compliment people that I see on the street. I will comment on a nice smile, beautiful clothes, or a well-behaved child; that sort of thing. Well, I just knew that I had to say something to this woman. Obviously, I wasn't about to tell her that she had the most beautiful ass and pussy I had ever seen. Instead, I walked up to her and said that she was very beautiful and that I would like to photograph her. (Where did that one come from?) She smiled sweetly and said thank you. With that she walked away with her cart. Her husband was picking out some items and her daughter had disappeared by this time. I truly felt overwhelmed. I continued to look for her as my wife and I continued our shopping, as I was anxious to get as many eyefuls as I could. I, as they say, was in love. As we were about to wrap it up, I had to go up one aisle to find one of our final purchases. As luck would have it the "object of my affections", as they say, was in the same aisle. I was actually standing next to her soaking up her perfumes, trying not to be too obvious when I was almost floored. She asked me for my phone number!! I could not believe my ears!!! Then she was gone without waiting for a response. Shit, this was too good to be true. I find my wife and tell her that I have to make a note; she provides me with a piece of paper and a pen. I write my name and phone number on the page and put it into my pocket. As luck would have it, as we are heading for the check out stands, my "new found love" (my words not hers) and I pass again. Without too much trouble at getting close to her, I hand her the piece of paper with my phone number on it. I suddenly realize my heart is beating rapidly and I feel extremely nervous. I am a teen-age kid again!!! Some two weeks go by and my adventure at the market has become a very fond memory. I still think about her to where I am afraid it is becoming an obsession. It is time for me to forget this woman and move on with my life. The phone rings, I answer (not something we do often as we rely on our answering machine to weed out telemarketers). A voice says "May I speak to Patrick?" Shit, I have done it again, they got me. "Speaking" "Hi, this is Kathy." Oh, yeah. And I'll bet you have something for me to buy that I can't live without... I think. The voice says again, "This is Kathy, you and I met at the super market a while ago. Do you remember me?" "Of course I remember. How have you been?" "Great, in fact I have been thinking a lot about you since and I was wondering if you could stop by my house this Thursday?" "Yes, I would love to" "Does 8 AM work for you?" "I will make it work" "Good, here is my address and I will see you then. I will leave the garage door open and you can put your car in there with mine." I just cannot believe it. First thing I have to do is get the day off of work. Better yet, I feel the flu is coming on and I bet it will hit me hard; probably by Thursday. I literally go crazy all the rest of the week. Thursday morning I call work and tell them that I am sick and will not be able to make it in. I also tell my wife that I am just going to crash for the day and at the very least take a little ride if I get to feeling better. No need to explain any unanswered phone inquiries from her. As soon as she leaves I jump into the shower, get dressed, remember to take my camera and I am on my way to Kathy's house. It was not difficult finding the house and as promised the garage door is open. I pull in next to this really cool BMW and notice that the electronic control is just inside the door so as I leave I close the garage. I go to the front door, ring the bell and there she is. Kathy is dressed in an aquamarine robe, which appears to be silk. Under the robe she is wearing matching silk pants, and I imagine a top to complete the ensemble. Her eyes, which I had not really noticed in the market, are absolutely beautiful and their color is enhanced by the color of her outfit. Her hair is auburn with a touch of redness to it with free falling curls tumbling down to her shoulders. I am all but overwhelmed. She is BEAUTIFUL. "Hi, so glad you could come!" "Me too, this is a beautiful home, and so are you." I sit on the couch ensuring that I have an advantageous position to continue checking her body out. Her shape is so much better than that I remembered from the market. I am sure that her choice of an outfit for this occasion has something to do with it. "Thanks." "Would you like a drink, we have tomato juice and grapefruit?" "Grapefruit would be fine." She brings the drinks back into the living room, handing me mine. I thank her as she sits on the floor next to my legs. We make small talk about things such as my business as a professional photographer and whether I have my own studio. I reply that I am not a professional photographer, but rather a novice at it. My real job is a computer technician with a local company. She accepts the fact that I am not a photographer as I had told her at the market. On the other hand she is married and her husband is in Paris on company business. That piece of information makes me breathe a bit easier. We continue our conversation about general subjects. I notice that, although the touch has been all but imperceptible, she has been rubbing my thigh ever so lightly with her fingertips. Her hand continues to move up my thigh to where I am guessing it will soon be touching my cock. Up till then, the little man had just been relaxing and I had just been enthralled talking to and looking at the beauty of this woman. She is about a half inch from touching the head of my cock when I begin feeling impulses in my tool and the sensation of a hard on beginning. I can't help but notice that her breathing has become a bit more labored as she realizes my state of arousal. She is definitely excited and becoming more anxious in her mannerisms. "Would you like me to touch it?" "Yes." "So why don't you ask me, please Kathy please touch my cock?" "Please Kathy, please touch my cock." She touches me and I am at full attention with my tool now straining against the material of my pants. "So, would you like me to stroke it?" "Yes." "So why don't you ask me, please Kathy stroke my tool?" "Please Kathy, please stroke my tool?" "My, he is growing in leaps and bounds." I just cannot believe it, she is possibly the most beautiful woman in the world and here she is at my feet rubbing my bulge. "Don't you think it is time to get these pants of yours out of the way?" "Yes." "So, why don't you ask me, Kathy please get these pants of mine out of the way?" Without waiting for a reply she releases my belt, unbuttons my pants, and starts tugging on the material. I skooch my rear end up off the couch to allow the pants to be removed, and they are soon down around my ankles on the floor. Her eyes get really big as we both note the tent we have created with my boxers and a cock that is now ready for any action that might be coming along. "Oh, my, I believe he is really enjoying our game so far!" Her hand once again rests on my raging hard on, and, not being a stupid person, I remember the game we are playing. "Please Kathy, please stroke my cock?" "You are a quick learner." We both laugh as she complies with my request. Now it is her turn to ask the magic question. "Please, Patrick, may I see it?" My quick reply is an "Of course, it has already fallen in love with your fingers, and I would probably like it as much as you would." She remarks, "Let's get these boxers out of the way" as she tugs at the waistline. She needs to reach inside to do some rearranging to get the hard cock out of its hiding place. The feel of her small hand on my tool is almost enough to bring me to a climax. I concentrate on something else for the moment, hoping to gain a little time. Tugging down on my shorts she giggles and says, "You're going to have to rise up just a bit so I can finish the job!" She soon has the little man fully exposed with my boxers now joining my slacks on the floor. She is still sitting on the floor, by my knees, looking at my hard cock. "Patrick, it is so beautiful, I love it. Oh my, he is so lovely." and with that she ever so slowly starts to jerk my cock in short strokes. She also tells me that she is finished with our game of -Please May I-. "I am going to kiss the head of your cock to let him know that Kathy loves him. I have never seen a cock that was not circumcised as yours is." She begins playing with the skin pulling it back and forth over the head of my cock, certainly at no displeasure of my own. With that, she kisses it ever so gently and then slips the head into her petite mouth. As the head disappears between her lips she starts licking me and sucking me until I feel like I am going to explode. Deeper and deeper she sucks while at the same time stroking my cock. With her fingernails scratching my balls and her sucking and licking and moaning I am soon at the brink. My next thought mixed with the feelings that this is just too good to be true is that I do not want to ruin a good thing by filling her mouth with the copious cum which I feel is about to erupt. "Kathy," I say, "I am about to explode and you may want to take me out of your mouth." She shakes her head no and moves her fingernails from my balls to that area between them and my asshole. She starts to scratch ever so lightly there while redoubling her efforts at sucking and sucking and sucking. I literally lift my ass off the sofa as I feel my whole body has turned into a huge cock and I feel myself cumming like I have never have cum before. And then I cum even more. She just continues sucking and swallowing my hot cum. When she finally comes up for air I can see some of my cum in the corners of her mouth. She gives me a big smile and says, "That was wonderful, thank you." Like an idiot I reply "You're welcome," which prompts her to giggle and give me an even bigger smile. Once we settle down again I tell her that she is certainly someone very special. I take a moment to slip my shorts and slacks back on. Then, almost immediately as we sit there enjoying this warm moment, the sliding glass door to the patio opens and in walks this young girl. From the looks of her, the same beautiful hair and somehow the great attitude of Kathy, this must be her younger sister. She is dressed in a short skirt, not too short, just cute for a girl her age, with a white buttoned down dress shirt, white socks and white tennis shoes. I only thought I was surprised until Kathy stood up and said, "Jill, what are you doing home so early? The girl replied that school maintenance had some kind of problem at just about the time last period was to start so they sent the students home. Kathy then said to me "Patrick, this is my daughter Jill. Jill, this is my very special friend Patrick," and with that Kathy sits down next to me. Jill places her books on the floor and sits in the chair opposite us. We talked for a while, or I should say that THEY talked and I just squirmed uncomfortably. For some reason, silly as it sounds now, I felt that Jill must know what had been going on. Kathy finally said "Jill, why don't you go to your room for a while? She leaves for her room. Kathy and I just sat there looking at one another until Kathy started giggling, which soon turned into laughter, and the laughing was so infectious I was soon joining in. After we settled down, I said that kind of meeting was a first for me. And then added that I hoped it would be the last. Kathy then told me that she owed me one. "Perhaps, in payment you would like to see me in the nude?" She stands in front of me and unties her silken robe letting the material begin to fall part way from her body. The first thing I notice from my current vantage point is the pubic hair around her pussy. I also notice that there is also something that just isn't right. But I just can't figure out what it is. "Do you like what you see?" "Yes, I would like to see more." "Help yourself." I pull the material back very slowly so as to enjoy every moment. She has very nice breasts. however I never have learned just how the size thing works. I know that most men seem to like large ones like a 44 triple D or something like that. I have always liked smaller breasted women. My wife is a 34B, which to me is perfect, and with that in mind I would guess that Kathy is the same. Her nipples are much more prominent and that excites me. I am anxious to get them into my hands and into my mouth. I just sit there taking advantage of this opportunity to drink in her beauty. Her beautiful flowing hair, her perfect pert and symmetrical body and those breasts and nipples that looks so inviting. Her stomach is flat with a nice hint of muscle tone and now I see that beautiful pussy of hers. I also recognize what did not make sense to me when she first opened her robe. I see her pussy now and could also see it then. But, whatever happened to the long pants she was wearing? I have never seen such a thing before but rather than wearing long pants Kathy is wearing silken leggings, that with the help of elastic run from just above her knees to her ankles. It creates an image that is extraordinary. It accents that portion of her body, including her pussy, above the leggings. I dwell for a few moments more on that garden of delight. Her pussy is magnificent, with the prominent mound and it is covered with curly wisps of hair the same auburn color and the red highlights as her head. I can also see the glint of pussy juice that has formed on her pubic hairs which I believe signifies her state of arousal. "Would you like to see more?" "I would, more than anything else at this moment." With that she turns her back to me and says "Help yourself if you wish." I slowly reach around her and with my right hand grasp the robe opening on her right side which allows me to pull the material slowly around her body until her back and her awesome ass is inches away from my eyes. I desperately want to kiss it but decide to go with the flow without taking any chances to mess this whole thing up. I let the material fall into its original position and she turns to face me. This woman is spectacular. "Patrick, bring yourself forward on the couch. Just a little bit further. Perfect. Let me check something." She places two of her fingers in her pussy and tells me that her little girl appears to be ready for my little man. By the way, "my little man" is about ready to burst. I am harder and hotter than I feel I have ever been in my life. "Would you like a little taste?" "If I don't have a taste I am sure to pout." She giggles and then straddles my legs. Reaching down she places both hands on my cock pushing her right hand as far down as she can to the base. And now she tries to get her hand even further down on my tool by pushing and tugging with her left hand until her right hand is hard against my pelvic bone. She asks me to push my cock even further into her hand. I can't believe it is possible to get even closer but I thrust and thrust until she says it is OK. "There, that will do nicely." "What?" "You will see." Removing her left hand she uses the right to guide my now screaming cock into the mouth of her pussy. She is so tight but then she is also so wet from her pussy juice that she gets the act done. A rush of pleasure races up my body. With her right hand still in place she begins to lower herself, starting the dance of love by moving up and down. She impales herself as deeply as she can considering the small hand width of cock that is not available to her love hole. Soon she is fucking me. The short length of cock that is available seems, to me, to make her motions even more rapid. I tell her that I am reaching the edge. She stops her fucking and leans forward asking me to last as long as I can. With that she gives me the sweetest kiss ever. "Patrick, move my right hand." I trail my fingers along her arm until I reach her hand. It has remained wrapped around my cock. I start to move the hand and she releases her hold readily. Her hand is soaked with vaginal fluids. I bring it to my mouth where I greedily lick her fingers and her hand. This is truly the nectar of the gods. Kathy, ever so slowly, lowers her pussy over my rigid cock until I can actually feel her pubic hairs joining my own. She is so tight, she is so wet. She begins to fuck me in earnest. It isn't too long before I am feeling that I must have relief. "Oh, Kathy, your pussy is so tight and so wet." "You like that, huh. You like the way my pussy feels around you!" I felt Kathy's pussy once again clasp itself about my shaft. She contracted, released, contracted again pushing back against me, then pulling away. My penis slipped nearly all the way outside her before she suddenly thrust back again, capturing it entirely. "I am going to cum, Kathy, I am going to cum." "No, no, no, please Patrick wait for me. I am almost there. Oh, my God, your cock is so hard and it is so big." It seems like forever but I am sure it was only a matter of minutes before her pussy and her ass are pounding me unmercifully. "Jesus, oh, oh my Patrick, I am going to cum. Jesus, Patrick I AM cummmiiing, cum with me, fill my pussy with your cum." With that I start to explode and cum inside of her. "Kathy, Kathy, I am cumming." "Oh God, Patrick, I can feel it inside of me. Fill me; fill me with your seed. Unnnhhh. – That was so wonderful." She says, "Just sit there and I will get a cloth to clean you up." That prompts me to look down and I see that there are copious amounts of semen and pussy juice all over my thighs, my cock and in my pubic hair. She rises from the couch and turns to pick up her robe. As she does her cute asshole is only inches from my mouth. I cannot resist. I lean forward and quickly kiss this puckered hole. The Photographer Becca got her studio ready for her first customer after checking to make sure that Dean was also getting prepared. This was the first time she'd be trying something so new and different... and although she wasn't totally comfortable with all of it she definitely wasn't going to back down now. Her good friend Chelsea had some fantasies that she shared with Becca one drunken evening - specifically about being spanked by a large and dominating man (something she'd never done before) and then having him take her anally (something else that would be a first as she was a virgin there still.). Most of all, what she wanted was a documentation of this - not video because she didn't like to watch videos. She wanted pictures... a photo album of iniquity that she could peruse at her leisure. Thinking that she wouldn't look as good on tape (and with the knowledge that most home videos of sexual events were lackluster at best) she broached the subject with her photographer friend. Now, Becca and Chelsea had been friends for awhile, and Chelsea knew that Becca was hard up for money at the moment. All of this made it ten times easier for Chelsea to talk her friend into it since Chelsea came from old money. In other words, her parents were stinking rich and she was incredibly spoiled. With the kind of monetary incentive that Chelsea had offered it had turned out to be almost impossible to say no... especially since all Becca would have to do is take pictures. Chelsea's ex-boyfriend (they broke up because he was too controlling) Dean would be doing the honors. Although Becca thought that it was silly to ask an ex to do something like this she could somewhat understand. Dean was incredibly attractive, very tall and imposing at 6'4" and with dark brown hair and piercing grey eyes. And Chelsea had always said that she liked it when he took charge in the bedroom, she just hadn't been so thrilled with the fact that he also took charge everywhere else as well. Tossing long blonde hair over her shoulder the 22 year old photographer set up a camera on a tripod. Although she would be walking around for close-ups, this camera would take pictures of the whole scene for her on a regular 30 second interval. She was using a creamy white backdrop and there was a black leather ottoman for Chelsea to lay on top of. Placing a tube of KY Jelly next to the ottoman she stepped back and examined the set-up. It was pretty much exactly what Chelsea had asked for. Turning Becca went into the other room so that she could change. Although she wasn't going to be part of the scene Chelsea didn't want anyone in her pictures that looked unsexual, since she was going to be in the full scene pictures (with camera still) she was going to be wearing a silky negligee that clung to her curves. The blonde twisted in front of the mirror, looking at those modest curves. 34C breasts with a rounded and firm ass, long legs and a slim torso... the black silk of the negligee made her skin look more tanned than usual and her straight blonde hair gleamed. Green eyes sparkled as she admired the way she looked, all 5'6" of her pretty package. The door opened behind her and she shrieked as Dean looked in. It was silly to try and cover herself when he was going to be able to see her while she took pictures but she did anyway, one hand over her heaving cleavage and the other trying to tug down the front of the skirt. He grinned at her. "Nice Becca... Maybe we should try a threesome thing after this." his gaze took in her entire figure and she blushed deeply. "I don't think so Dean, if it wasn't for Chelsea I wouldn't be doing this at all," she told him tartly, even as her cheeks were a pretty pink. "Too bad," he looked her over again, "I bet you could making a killing taking pictures of people's sexual fantasies... anyway, Chelsea's here and practically panting to get started." Becca nodded and grabbed her camera as he left the doorway, pondering over his words. Was it really possible that maybe other people out there would be willing to pay to have their sexual exploits put onto film? How would one go about starting a business like that anyway?? Shaking herself she left those thoughts in the room as she headed into her studio. Now it was time to work... she could think later. ************************************************* SMACK! *click* SMACK! Scream. *click* Chelsea's short brown hair was bouncing as the pretty brunette wriggled on the ottoman. SMACK! *click* squeal. Although she was supposed to be a passive observer Becca couldn't believe how went she was getting watching this... her friend was an attractive girl anyway and seeing her getting spanked by someone who had no reason to go easy on her... well it was more of a turn-on than she'd thought it'd be. Formerly creamy white cheeks were now bright pink as Dean's hand crashed down again, he was really showing no mercy to his former girlfriend. *click* Oh, that was a good one, Chelsea's face in a mixture of pain and lust, her mouth open and panting for air as yet another stroke was delivered to her heated backside. Dean chuckled, "Hey Becca, you should come get a picture of how wet this little slut is getting..." There was a slight moan of protest from Chelsea which was quickly turned into a shriek when Dean's hand came down perilously close to her pussy lips. *click* Dean's fingers were sliding up and down between the trimmed wet folds of her pussy, cheeks glowing rosily above the sopping wetness. *click* There were even juices actually dripping down the smooth skin of her thighs, the entire room smelled of Chelsea's arousal. Becca too was incredibly aroused and desperately wanted to masturbate - or even just rub herself and relieve a little of the tension - but she knew that she couldn't. Partially because she just couldn't bring herself to do that in front of anyone - even two people who were both completely naked and involved in an act of lust themselves - and partially because she had to keep both hands on the camera. The latter reason was probably her saving grace, otherwise she didn't know if she'd really be able to keep from burying her fingers into her sopping pussy. Satisfied that he'd spanked his ex-girlfriend enough (she'd been pleading for at least 5 minutes for him to stop, it hurt to much, etc... never getting up to actually move away or that Becca try to stop him), Dean picked up the KY jelly. Pressing the tip of the tube into Chelsea's puckered hole he squeezed and she shrieked a little as the cool liquid slid into her back door. Winking at Becca (*click*) he pressed the tip of his dick up to Chelsea's crinkled hole. Posing for a moment so that she could get the perfect shot contrasting the very large object that was about to fit into a very small hole. Apparently Dean didn't want to make this any easier on Chelsea than he had to, he didn't put any KY on his dick at all, just slowly began pressing in. Moans and pantings, whimpers for him to go slower filled the room as Becca held her finger down on the button, letting the camera just take picture after picture with no stopping in between as her friend's ass was spread open onto this huge cock. It seemed impossible that her tiny ass hole would be able to stretch that much, but stretch it did and soon half of Dean's length was buried into Chelsea's back door. Moving around to the front of her friend she got a picture of Chelsea's gaping mouth, her glazed eyes and the contorted expression of lust and discomfort on her face. Seeing her friend's face like this, right up close, really made her wonder what Chelsea was going through. Becca had never tried anal sex before, being too afraid of the pain, but Chelsea looked like she was really enjoying this despite the fact that Dean had purposefully made it harder on her. *click* She got an incredible shot of both of their faces as Dean suddenly buried the rest of his length into Chelsea's ass... her friend's scream and Dean's ecstatic expression both memorialized on film. Moving back around the ottoman she got a picture of Dean's groin pressed up against the firm curves of Chelsea's cheeks, and then he pulled out again and pressed in... she just took picture after picture - especially of their expressions and the way Chelsea's hole was stretching out. The tiny puckered hole was clinging to Dean's dick as if it never wanted it to leave... and yet every line of Chelsea's body seemed to speak of incredible discomfort and pain. Becca's panties were soaking already, and she took another picture of Chelsea's expression, this time it was definitely veering towards lustful. The best pictures were definitely when Dean reached underneath Chelsea and began rubbing her clit, Chelsea started cumming almost immediately and the expression on Dean's face when she did was priceless. It must have felt fantastic being in her deflowered ass while she was orgasming, because his expression was that of a man who has just seen the heavens. He pulled out of that gaping hole while Becca was standing over his shoulder and taking pictures, she got one of a spurt of cum actually shooting into Chelsea's hole and then the rest of the thick ropey strands as they sprayed over the pink cheeks of her buttocks. Chelsea herself just lay quivering on the ottoman, completely exhausted and content. Although she did manage to turn her head around and smile over her shoulder at the camera. ******************************* A few days later Becca and Chelsea looked over the pictures, Chelsea's eyes were glowing happily. "This is fantastic Becca, everything I could have asked for, thank you so much!" Her friend gave her a tight hug. "Oh, no problem... it wasn't as weird as I thought it would be." Actually, it had been more arousing than anything. But admitting to her friend that she'd gone and masturbated immediately afterwards seemed... invasive somehow. "Did I tell you that Dean and I are back together?" Chelsea grinned at her friend's startled expression. "Was it the photo shoot?" Becca asked curiously. "Pretty much," she turned to another picture and let out a low whistle at the look of Dean's ecstatic expression, "Oh he'll like this one... anyway, yeah I just decided that maybe I'd been a little too hasty to judge us." "You know, he said the oddest thing to me," Becca confessed, "About how people would probably pay money to have me do this... people other than you I mean." She thought that Chelsea would laugh, but instead brown eyes looked at her with deadly seriousness, "I think he's right. This is one of the best ideas I've ever had... hell I could probably get you clients just from some people that I know." "Are you serious?" Becca was pretty aghast at how sincere her friend sounded. "Absolutely, you just let me know and I'll provide a client! Hell, they'll probably be willing to pay you more than I did." Becca thought about this for a moment and then made a joke to lighten the talk a bit, "Well, you know, friends get special discounts." Chelsea grinned at her. After another moment Becca said, "Well... I guess if you can find anyone that's interested... I'd be up for it." "GREAT!" that pretty brunette head snapped up, eyes sparkling, "I know someone who already hinted that they might wanna try this too!" The Photographer You gazed out on the deserted beach and watched the sea come into the shore. The sun was beating down on the white sand and the heat seemed to shimmer in the air. You did not even think but just felt the energy in the air that made you feel hot and excited. You felt the heat seep through your oiled skin as you allowed your skin to turn a golden honey colour. You had taken off your swimsuit to avoid tan lines since there was no one here in the steep sand dunes that were the backdrop to the deserted beach. Your body was feeling very hot and horny now and you found yourself playing with your nipples without thought, Your hands slid over your shaved pussy and felt the dull throbbing that meant you needed something in it. Then you heard a sound near you and watched as a young man wearing shorts left the protection of the dunes and walked along the shoreline, his eyes covered by sunglasses. You watched him look around and then thinking himself alone lay his towel down beneath the sandy ledge you were lying on. You had turned onto your front and you watched him peel off his clothes until he was naked like you. You smiled as you saw his well-toned body and your hand slid between your legs again and parted your wet lips, you rubbed your clit hard feeling a little satisfaction to the dreadful arousal that coursed through your body. You quickly came sating your desire for only a little while. You looked at him as he oiled his body, his skin gleaming gold in the sun. He looked like a young god, his muscles stood out and his black hair was shining. Between his legs you saw a beautiful cock not too long or too short but perfect to thrust into your pussy. As you watched him you had the glimmer of an idea and you smiled to yourself. Waiting until he seemed to be in that half sleep that can steal on someone tanning in the hot sun, you packed your beach bag and walked softly to the shore where you placed your towel and bag on the sand near to this young man you wanted, then naked you walked up to the man. You examined him with your eyes and felt the familiar heat stir in your loins as you feasted your eyes on his buffed body and lusted for it. Your throat felt tight as you came closer and you wondered if this was a good idea but just looking at his lovely cock made you want to do this, he stirred as he he heard the soft whisper of the sand being walked on, then you were above him. "Excuse me, but can I join you I would love some company." The sound of your voice startled him and he sat up covering his half-hard cock with his hands. He seemed so young. "Please don't worry. I am sorry that I startled you but it is boring being by yourself." He looked at you and ran his eyes over your naked body. You could see that he was interested in you and he was as needful of a fuck as you were. "Of course I would love some company," his voice was soft and deep and with the answer you quickly settled next to him touching him by accident with a breast. You began to oil your body letting him watch you and become excited. "Isn't it a lovely day. I am glad that you enjoy going naked isn't it a wonderful feeling? Could you oil my back?" you said this as you concentrated oiling your breasts in front of the man who tried to hide his erection unsuccessfully. At his nod you lay down and turned over as you gave him the oil. Soon you felt the oil drip on your shoulders and back. That was followed by strong, gentle hands that touched and spread the oil over the skin, he was so gentle and firm and you sighed softly. As he touched you, you felt your pussy grow hotter and wetter and you opened your legs so that he could see your pussylips wet and glistening in the sun. Before he could stop you asked him to do your legs and buttocks. He did so but he was less assured with his touch as he moved to such intimate areas of your body and you wondered if he was a virgin, certainly he had the air of inexperience. You moved suddenly and you caught the hard cock that he sported in front of his body. You were impressed with its size and girth but gave no opinion on it as you sat up. "You know you are very beautiful, you really should be a model, " you said and at your statement he looked embarrassed and looked to his feet as he tried to cover his erection again but only drew your eyes again to it. "I am a professional photographer and I would like to take your pictures young man," He seemed to be unsure so you continued, "What have you to lose?" He looked at you and you saw his eyes light up with the thought of fame and that his body would be admired. Gently he agreed to your proposition. "Well we need you oiled up young man." With that he oiled his body once more and you helped him with oiling his back and shoulders promising silently to yourself that he would be oiling you with his body. Of course you oiled his hard, firm buttocks and revelled in the feel of his hard muscled flesh. "Turn around, hmmm there is one problem. All models are shaved, that means my dear we need to remove your hair around your cock. Fortunately I have a razor. So get your legs open and I will fix up that problem." He seemed a little unsure but your confidence did not allow him any escape. As you knelt between his legs you wanted to kiss his cock but thought that you would do that after some lovely teasing to bring back his erection that had fled with the fear of embarrassment. Taking your oil you applied it liberally to his groin and then taking nail scissors you trimmed the hair from his cock and balls until it was only stubble. Finally you took the razor that you used to shave your own pussy and began to shave the young man, of course taking his cock in your hand so you could move it out of the way when necessary. Using smooth, firm strokes you uncovered the skin beneath his pubic hair and around the large sac of balls, lovely soft silky skin that had not been exposed for many years. He shook with the pleasure of your hand as you masturbate him almost as though by accident moving his cock this way or that as you shave him, he holds still with difficulty as his cock grows hard and aroused in your hand. Then you are finished and he is smooth looking even more like a Greek God. You run a finger along his pubic area and his balls marvelling again at the feeling of silk skin and the sight of is hard, straining cock. You want to take the shaved cock into your mouth and make him cum in your mouth but you torment him and yourself even more. Reaching into your bag you pull out your camera and told him to go into the sea and face you. The photos started with shy poses not showing much at all but as the sun and the excitement of being a model takes hold of him he becomes more uninhibited and does not try to cover his cock which had again shrunk. Realising you had him firmly hooked you stopped and looked at him. "There is something not right with this. Ah you really need to be more excited. Could you stroke your cock a little to get some length there?" you spoke calmly but watched his reaction. He looked at you surprised but without hesitation his hand took his cock and he began to stroke the flesh that grew quickly, you watched as his fingers slid across the oiled skin at his cock. You licked your lips unconsciously as his cock grew before your eyes. Now you wanted him and you walked closer to him and spoke softly,"No let me help with that." With that you sank to your knees and allowed your face to move near the fully erect cock. You pushed his hands away and replaced them with your own as you sank to your knees between his own as he sat on the sand before you. You began pulling gently on his balls and he sighed and closed his eyes. The sea suddenly rushed between your legs and through your swollen pussylips exciting you. Unable to control yourself your other hand began to rub between your legs. As you felt your fingers find your clit and rub at it, you thought that the cock in front of you seemed to breathe and grow as you touched it. You leant forward and opening your mouth the cock slipped past your lips and rested against your tongue. He growled with the pleasure that your mouth brought him. You allowed your tongue to explore the cock that was in your mouth. Your tongue ringed the head of his cock and licked the precum from the surface of his silky flesh. As you gently sucked at his cock your hand circled the base of it and stopped him from cuming yet though pumping up and down on the throbbing flesh. You other hand flew across your clit and thrust in and out of your pussy with one and then two fingers. Your pleasure spread through your body and he thrust back and forth with his hips and his cock pushed in and out of your lips. Unable to cum you barely controlled this young male beast and you pulled away from his cock and lay down on the mattress of sand. The sea sometimes touched your body as though trying to cool off the fire that burnt deep in your breast and you allowed your hand to pinch your nipples and still rub between your legs. The man rose to his feet with his cock prominently thrust out and then he fell to his knees between your legs as you lay on your back facing him. Reaching out with your hand you guided his cock to your pussylips and felt him thrust it deeply home into your pussy once he realised where it was. You screamed with the pleasure of his cock thrusting hard into you, you came and felt his body thrusting against your own in hard desperate movements. Your clit was hard and swollen and each thrust seemed to be tripping off orgasm after orgasm deep inside your body. As that happened your legs climbed onto his back allowing him to thrust his marvellous cock deeper into you. "Ohhh fuck that is good. Harder hun harder. I want you in deep," you growled deep in your throat as he grunted and thrust harder and faster into your pussy. Pleasure rushed through you and you gasped your pleasure into the air as you came with incredible passion. "I'mmmmmm cuminggg. God I'm cuming. Push, hard , I need you in me, fuck me, damn you." You bit at his ear and the sea seemed to rush alongside your body as his cock thrust into you. You felt orgasms float you across the ocean. The man thrust harder and faster and you knew he would cum soon. Your pussy tightened and loosened as your body pulsed with the pleasure that it was feeling. Then he cried in triumphant ecstasy and then finally he came inside you washing your pussy with his cum and he seemed to never end. You felt your pussy flood with hot cum and you clawed at his back as you again came with his thrusting cock shooting cream into your pussy. Slowly he finished unable to cum again and softening he rolled back into the rising water. You rose and pulled your body closer to his and then kissed his shoulder gently. "Hmm that was nice lover. You ready for some more." Your laugh echoed in your throat and your fingers circled his flaccid cock that was beginning to rise at your touch. The Photographer Lieutenant David Michael's had been serving in the United States Navy for five years when I met him at Pecs. I was down in San Diego on a mini vacation. His recent promotion had placed him in charge of the U.S.S. Halsey operations department. The Halsey, classified as a missile destroyer, had been sailing the waters of the Pacific and Indian Oceans defending American interests. The dark haired, five foot eleven, 27 year old Annapolis graduate attracted my attention immediately. Always the type who could make acquaintances easily, I approached him, shook his hand and introduced myself. We talked about all sorts of stuff; clubs, high school days, the navy, musicals, movies and favorite music. I bought him a Michelob. He bought me a Black Russian. David had been groomed for military service. The son of a former aviator aboard U.S.S. Enterprise had gained an appointment to Annapolis which was, no doubt, arranged for him. He had heard a hundred anecdotes about the navy and had learned about the engine from an uncle. In a way he and I are opposites. I am fashion conscious while he isn't. I love the theater and musicals. He prefers sports. He does enjoy romantic comedy and that became something that we could enjoy together. Lately there hasn't been too many things that we could enjoy together. Only e-mail kept any friendship alive. His absence induced my rich fantasy life. Six months of being without a boyfriend close bye had begun to take it's toll Somewhere among the disheveled sheet and blanket on my bed the dildo was buried. A wet spot probably dry by now was in the sheet. I needed the coffee to compensate for the lack of sleep. Getting up at six. as always I decided to check my e-mail. With a cup of coffee I walked over to the Mac Book pro and sat naked at my desk. My mail account MacSteph30 came up quickly after it's customary couple of bounces. Hi Stephanie, he wrote deliberately, in order to conceal having a male lover. My ship is on it's way into port. I'll be so glad to see you. I intend to come up to San Francisco first thing. I could tell you some stories about the last six months Love David My mood lightened immediately. I showered, dressed and had another cup of coffee; All the while my thoughts turned to him. I could remember the walks along the beach, the seemingly endless backgammon games. Memories of that night in room 210 of the nearby hotel, our first sex, were still fresh. No matter that he would soon go back to sea and that I expected not to hear from him or see him again. I had a role to play in the world of fashion that I felt might interest him. The woman's fashion designer called Poleci founded by Janice Levin Kroc and sister Diane Levin had been in business since the early nineties. As a fashion photographer their spring fashions show scheduled for March 14th .was was important for me. I could not wait to write to him all about it. I sent an email to Lieutenant Dvid Michaels. Poleci designs of Los Angeles modeled it's spring fashions today, 1200 photos over a 6 hour session. Hon I loved very minute of it. My camera got quite a workout. Watching the girls walk up the white carpet was fabulous. Owner Janice Levin Kroc was everywhere. She was a whirlwind with shoes. Anyway it was great fun. It's what fashion photography is all about. I hit the send button at this point and took another sip of my coffee The Halsey, I would later learn, was just arriving in it's home port at San Diego navy base at 2 pm on a Friday afternoon. At the same moment I had a subject in my studio posing for a high school year book picture. James was a very handsome 17 year old male. His dark brown hair framed his square face perfectly. He wore a very nice Joseph and Feiss gray herringbone sport coat. "You look very nice," I assured him, . "Thanks," he answered. He stood out from the others who came into my studio that day. It may have been his demeanor. The following day more students seeking year book pictures came into my studio. But it was almost noon when I was pleasantly surprised. Dressed in civilian clothes my sailor boyfriend walked in through the front door of my studio. "David Hi," I greeted,"how are you hon?" "I'm good." "Come here sailor," I demanded and embraced him a kiss. "How have you been Stephen?" "I've been good. It's been busy here but I can't complain. It's paying the bills." The Castro District is known for it's refurbished Victorian style mansions turned into homes and apartments. I live in one of them on the second floor. In the privacy of my home David sat on the porch sipping beer from a can. "I had the kids today. They're having year book pictures taken." "Busy time of year," he answered. "Yes," I replied, "One of those boys is gay. I could just tell." "Oh?" "The way he looked a me hon. I could tell from seeing where his eyes went." "Be careful. You don't want to end up on a list." I looked at him in full agreement. The minor child would have been perfect if he were 18. I'm only 27 myself. The lieutenant had come into my life after several one night stands. Sitting on my sofa David and I looked into each other's eyes for a few seconds. We began to kiss passionately while caressing. Encouraged by my whispered plea, he began undressing me. Both naked we walked, holding hands, into the bedroom. My lover rolled me onto my left side on the mattress and buried his throbbing cock deep inside and pounded me with it. Tugging at my own added to my growing sense of pleasure. "Don't stop baby! I love how it feels. " I put the boy out of my mind. David could satisfy my needs. but things would change. The San Francisco pride day parade was to be held on a day early in June. There would be dozens of floats, lots of marchers, and a few bands. and lots of balloons. David was back at sea and I was alone again. I came out to watch the parade. James looked at me from several feet away. I kept my eyes on the passing floats. Sure he's gorgeous I thought but I didn't want to encourage him to come on to me. He walked up to me. "Hello," he said "Hi," I responded. "Is it a good parade?" "Yes," I answered. I'll bring up Lieutenant Michaels name into the conversation somehow. "Was everything OK with your year book?" "It was fine." "I'm happy to hear that you're satisfied." "I had a birthday at the end of May." "Happy Birthday," I remarked feigning interest. "I turned eighteen." "Are you planning to go on to college?" "I want to be a graphics artist." "Nice," I said. I made my own opportunity to say something. "David is in the navy." "Is he you're boyfriend?" "I met him at Pecs. That's down in San Diego. His ship home ports there." I was not in the mood to be unfaithful He wasn't like that. I knew that he could not betray his preference given the policy in the military. "I've never been to a bar before." "I wouldn't think so." By mid afternoon I came back to my apartment. It had been an interesting couple of hours. The eighteen year old had not flirted physically but his eyes roamed up and down my body as though visualizing me naked. There's probably another e-mail I thought. He did say that he would write as often as he could. Through his letters I could visualize his day at sea. Halsey's operations department head was overseeing a number of young men. All together were three offices, a senior chief, a chief, and 80 enlisted sailors under his command. If there were any gays in that group he could never know. The department's role, as he once explained it to me, is to support the ship in air, surface, under sea, electronic warfare and strike warfare It also supports air control, communications, refueling and replenishment, search and rescue and small boat operations. Sailors found ways to pass the time on ship between watches. Some read novels. Some paired off and played chess or backgammon. Some even fished. David enjoyed fishing. He had hooked a marlin recently then let it go. It was easy to put 18 year old James Murphy out of my mind. All I needed to do was think about my favorite sailor or else immerse myself in computer chess. Events would happen that would make it very difficult to ignore this gorgeous twink. It was as though he was going out of his way on the day after the parade. Sunday began as it always did, uneventful. I had been sitting in my kitchen having a slice of fresh baked apple pie with coffee while listening to the jazz music of Errol Garner. My day was about to be interrupted and my life changed by a sound. I heard my door buzzer over the music. "Who is it?" "It's me James, "the voice answered. oh crap I thought. He's the last thing I need. The next sound was right outside my door. I opened it and acknowledged him. As he came in the door I knew that I could not be rude. I looked at him with a wary eye. "I have a crush on you." I looked at him in disbelief. How could he have a crush on me when we hardly know each other? Under the circumstances things could happen quickly. I was vulnerable because I felt so incredibly lonely. In front of me was this hot young twink. Barely legal was better than no one. Besides I had no way of knowing if David was the only homosexual aboard his ship. Then in a second I realized that I was rationalizing. Still there was no harm in chatting with him if I kept my distance. It was a though we were searching for things to say. "I take it you live in the city." "Yes I do.," he answered, " I live right outside the Castro." "I thought so." "I've never had a boyfriend before. I dated girls but it was not satisfying." "I've never had a girl friend before. David's not my first love." "He's not?" "Are you out to your parents? Do they know that you cruise the district?" "No. I have no idea how to tell them. They're very conservative." "It doesn't matter. They would still accept you." "Do you really think so?" "I think so," I said reassuringly. "I had to act straight all through high school but when I came for my photo I could see that you're gay. That's when I knew I could drop the act." "Yes I know how that is," I answered, "My partner has to put on an act to stay in the navy." I tried to keep my mind off sex. If I didn't think about it then I would not be unfaithful. There were plenty of other topics. "Are you working for the summer?" "Yes, in a grocery store," he answered. "What do you do for hobbies?" "Draw," he answered. "That's a nice hobby." "I love it. I've been drawing all my life. I use my PC. Some times I just use a sketch pad." "I'd like to see some of your work" "It was on display in my high school." "I wish I knew. I would have gone to see it." "I want to sketch your picture." "Ok," I said, " how do you want me to pose?" "Wearing Just this," he replied, holding up a red and black striped tie. Oh my fucking god I thought. He wants me to pose naked. "I don't think so," I replied. "In a bathing suit?" "That i can do," I replied. Several seconds later I returned wearing a bright red speedo to strike the pose on the sofa that he wanted. James sat in the cushion chair across the way holding the sketch pad and black crayon. He began to draw. He drew the picture fairly quickly and held it up for me just a few moments after he started it. I could see that he was a candidate for a good art college. Lust took over. Suddenly David didn't matter. Just seconds after finishing James stripped to underwear and approached me on the sofa. I put up no resistance as he began caressing my back. He kissed my cheek and my neck repeatedly. I put my arms around him. Our lips puckered and met then mouths opened and tongues probed. After several seconds he eased me down and slid his hand into the speedo. My cock stiffened as his hand rubbed then gently closed around it. His other hand went to my buttocks pressing and squeezing gently. I felt him penetrating me, giving me what I desperately wanted. The rapid motion and feel of his fingers pleasured me greatly. I rolled onto my stomach. His throbbing 7 inch manhood penetrated and slid rapidly back and forth. The pleasure became intense. When James pulled out moments later I could feel wetness in my hole. While I lay kissing him, cum seemed to ooze and slide down my buttocks. "How long have you been in photography?" "I started small when I got out of high school. I built it up over time through word of mouth and paid advertising and connections." "You must get a lot of work." "Enough to pay the bills," I answered. He was still caressing my naked body long after we both climaxed. David will probably come home from his this cruise and go to some bar. He'll most likely pick up some cute boy. Gay sailors have a boy in every port. "Listen i've got to go. I'm playing softball this afternoon." I immediately thought of the gay leagues. "Have a good game." "They're straight." He walked out the door. I watched him. James was about a half hour gone when I came to my senses. He's only 18, a child, and thanks to me no longer a virgin. I can't tell David that I just had an affair behind his back while he's stuck out there on some boat. The Photographer "So when can we give that thing a work out?" Laura was looking over the new digital camera I had bought, "I'm thinking we need to something fun, something skimpy and outside." She had that funny smile I usually saw after several shots of tequila, but today she was sober as a judge and had brought her friend Marlene with her and they were sitting in my office. "Don't you think Marlene?! We do some nice photos, then some more personal ones?" she looked at her friend with a grin that told me the pressure was on. "I guess so," Marlene half giggled back, turning a couple shades of red. I knew both girls from a bar they used to work at, RJ's was a bit of a dive that belonged to a friend of mine, not a place I would be expected to be and that was one of the reasons I hid out there. I'm an amateur photographer and a business professional, John had been letting me photograph the wet tee shirt contests and other parties at the bar for a number of years. Laura was a winner on a regular basis and I had quite a collection of her flashing those big tits. Marlene had flashed me once, but I wasn't packing a camera at the time and had not been able to talk her into it since. Alcohol had been a problem for both of them, I bailed Laura out of jail six months earlier and 3 months later she entered rehab joining her friend Marlene who was doing a court ordered 90 days. Laura had been home about a week when she stopped by the office with Marlene to let me know how they were doing. The camera had been a Christmas present to myself, the Nikon was quite a step or two up from what I had been using and I was burning up hard drive space taking photos of just about anything you can think of. Now Laura was volunteering to model for me and bringing Marlene along for the ride. "OK girls if that is what you want to do?" I questioned, giving them a way out. ""Can't drink, can't drive, might as well do something for excitement!" Laura grinned, "Right Marlene?" Still blushing she replied "Could be fun." The weather in Wyoming can be a bit nippley and it had been real cold for a while, but the weekend promised to get into the 40's nearly 50 degrees warmer than it had been so the girls and I planned on going on Saturday. It had been a long winter and the rest of the week showed us winter wasn't over. It was Monday when we made our plans, on Tuesday the temps dropped back below zero stayed that way through Wednesday, Thursday was in the 30's and then it snowed, not a lot but it covered the ground and made me nervous. Friday the sun was out and promised to be a nice day, temps got up to the mid 30's and just started to melt the snow when the sun went down. I called Laura, "So are we still on for tomorrow?" "I think so, but it has been a bit cold." Laura sounded like she was ready to backtrack, "I'll talk with Marlene and unless you hear from me pick us up here at 10:00." Saturday morning was a glorious blue skied day, at 8 the temp was up to about 40 and climbing, when I stepped outside the breeze hit me and I smiled. Wyoming gets Chinook winds from time to time, warm breezes in the winter that just make life great and warm up the area in a hurry. By the time I got my equipment loaded in my Ford Escape the temp was about 55 degrees and climbing. I kissed my wife, Karen, goodbye and headed to Laura's apartment. I rolled up to the apartment complex and rang the door bell "Come in Mitch." Laura's voice came through the screen door. Both girls were dressed in light zippered hooded sweatshirts, Laura in her favorite color, black, with tight black jeans and a pair of hiking boots. Built big, Laura's 36 inch chest had a pair of DD or E cups holding up well for 30+ years, at about 130 lbs, 5 foot 8 inches tall she is pretty shapely. Her tight fitting sweatshirt was unzipped enough to show off her cleavage and the top of her black lacey bra underneath. Marlene's sweatshirt was light blue with pink highlights, its snug fit accented her smaller build, her C cups were ample on a small frame she may have tipped the scales at 100 lbs but just. She had her zipper up to her neck, conservative as always. We headed out the door and into the hills; we live in a high mountain desert at about 4000 feet, surrounded by mountains. The Bad Lands are stark backgrounds with just a bit of sagebrush and grasses growing, if you're near a creek or a reservoir native cotton wood trees grow giving you some interesting photo shots. Also there are a lot of oil field locations, you must be careful around them but they also make for interesting backdrops for photos. Our first stop was a cotton wood stand I know on No Water Creek, about ¼ mile off the main road so no one would see what we were doing. We started with classic photos, shot you can show your mother or daughters, then as we played Laura's zipper kept crawling lower showing more and more of her bra, Marlene had even relaxed and was showing the tops of her breasts, and the strap of her pink bra was showing up from time to time. Now normally I would bring a bottle of wine to help loosen up the attitudes and the clothing but since both of them were in recovery I didn't want to give them any excuse to relapse. But it seemed the girls were relaxing with out any adult beverages, soon they both had their bras out with the sweatshirts still closed at the bottom. "Wait a minute!" Laura stopped and looked at me as I snapped her photo, "How come we are standing out in the cold bearing our selves and you're still wearing your jacket?" "Yeah Mitch, this doesn't seem fair!" Marlene agreed, pulling her top back over her bra. "OK Ladies," I answered, "I will wear the same amount as you, after all fair is fair." I figured I could handle going shirtless even with the cool temps. I set my camera down and pealed off my jacket and shirt, don't let anyone fool you an hairy chest does not give you a lot of warmth and my nipples went hard almost immediately. "Better?" "Yes," they both giggled and let their shirts fall open once again. I picked the camera back up and took a couple more shots "Now who has more clothes on?" I queried "Something is not fair yet." Laura hardly hesitated slipping her top off and reached for the clasp on her bra between her breasts, "Slowly" I said as the camera clicked, she open the clasp and the mounds of flesh still in the cups parted. Raising her hands above her head she wiggled her torso popping first her right then left breast out into the air. Laura's breasts were massive when unleashed, they fell some, only natural with a gal this big, her nipples pointed somewhat down but not at the ground. Her areolas are huge the size of the bottom of a soft drink can and dark brown, full round and the camera was screaming at full auto 3.2 shots per second. Laura's long brown hair fell down and across her breasts, enhancing the shot. "Hey! What about me?" I shifted the camera lens to the right in search of Marlene's voice, her shirt and bras straps were pulled down to her elbows and her hands reached behind her back to unclasp the bra. "Are you ready?" as the bra loosened, the camera click was all she needed as an answer. She dropped her arms allowing the shirt and bra to fall to her feet. Marlene's fair skin and short blond hair were almost as big a contrast to Laura as her breasts were. Sloping low the scooping up almost like a ski jump and nearly as white as snow, her hard pink nipple pointing towards the sky supported by pink cone shaped areolas making them a fascinating set of twins. "Oh Mitch..." Laura cooed. I widened the view and turned back toward her keeping Marlene in frame. Laura unsnapped the top button of her jeans; Marlene stepped towards her and did the same. I stepped back taking in the full picture of what was about to happen. The contest was on... both girls started dancing to unheard music, swaying their hips bouncing their breasts and slowly sliding the pants off their hips. Their backs to me over the hips revealing the small pink panties Marlene wore and Laura's black thong. They danced together pressing their breasts together as I took pictures, my hard on raging to get out of the confining pants I was wearing. Then it happened... my SD card on the camera was full, I fumbled with the camera case to get a new one and put away the old one, before they noticed when I heard. "Now who is over dressed?" "Yeah! Drop Trou. Mister!" I looked at the girls, side by side hands on hips with the goofiest looks on their faces, practically nude, who was I to argue. I kicked off my boots, unbuckled my belt and let them drop. I stepped out of my jeans, leaving me wearing a pair of boxer briefs, socks and a smile. Never have I claimed to have the world's biggest dick, but right then I had the biggest hard on of my life and it was pushing for all it was worth to get out of the fabric holding it uncomfortably in check. I looked through the view finder to see Marlene whispering in Laura's ear she nodded and they both advanced on me as I took pictures. "Not to close, I can't focus that fast." I said taking the camera away from my eye as they got right to me. "We just want you to be more comfortable." Laura smiled. They each grabbed a side of my shorts and pulled them down, releasing my throbbing member to the cool air. "Lift your foot!" Marlene commanded as I stepped out of my shorts. She kissed the head of my circumcised member tickling it with her tongue as she stood and stepped back. Not to be out done, Laura, my shorts still in her hand, slipped my entire 8 inch member into her mouth for just a second, then she stood next to her friend twirling my underwear on her finger. "So do you want to take more pictures... or do you want to fuck us?" Laura's voice was low and sultry, she hooked her finger in her thong and pulled it down, her pussy shaved but for a small heart shaped patch of hair, she slipped her finger inside and rubbed her clit. Marlene slowly pulled down her own panties her juices had made them damp; her full blond bush was trimmed but full, "How about both?" was my reply, I clipped the camera into the tripod and set the menu to auto - 45 sec and pushed the button, isn't the digital age wonderful? Now every 45 seconds the camera would shoot until I turned it off or the card was full. The Photographer and the Painter I'm a photographer- usually, the old school kind. You know, the type that likes to hang out in a dark room alone for hours at a time, getting a buzz from smelly chemicals and watching images magically appear on paper underwater. My tranquil landscapes and my grimy urban photos share something very important- a lack of people. I'm a typical angsty artist sometimes- i don't really like people and i don't like to shoot people. Ever since my parents died, i'd been a bit reclusive- even to the point of buying an old warehouse on the fringe of one of the up and coming art districts and turning the top floor into a studio cum living space to avoid having neighbors. It was an excellent investment and i did bring in residual income from renting out some of the lower level spaces for events, but my main goal with it was to have sixty thousand square feet of isolation, if i wanted it. So, imagine my discomfort when my good friend Fiona asked me to do a portraiture session for her. I tried and tried to convince her that i was not the right photographer for this- i showed her portfolios filled with photos- not a one with even a hint of a person, except for my 'self-portrait' shots - my shadow across an amazing shot. But even when i explained that i felt my own shadow ruined a perfectly good shot, which she vehemently disagreed with, she wouldn't take no for an answer. She needed photos for an upcoming feature in our local art magazine and she wanted me to do the editorial shots. She insisted it would be good for me as an artist - throwing my own words back at me when i suggested she combine her ethereal oil paintings with some of her fused glass work and subsequently had her most successful gallery showing ever. i knew taking pictures of my beautiful friend was not going to launch my career, but i finally relented because she was right- i needed something different in my life, and who better to bring it to me than her. When the agreed upon day arrived, Fiona showed up with a steamer trunk and two large bottles of wine. "Oh why the long face? This is going to be so much fun!" she said with a wink as she pulled the trolley through the rolling barn door that led into the area that i had partitioned off as my 'studio'. She let out a low whistle and a genuine "nice" as she took in the view. She had come with me to look at the building when i had toured it before buying it and had recommended i put my studio in this specific area- citing the massive pane windows completely covering one wall as being perfect natural lighting to work in. I liked the view too- it faced away from the city, towards the west and during the winter, when the trees were bare, i could see the river. "I love what you've done in here- i knew you'd make this an absolutely amazing space to be in. One day, if you'll have me, i'd love to come up here and do some painting." I blushed, not sure why, but my face was definitely hot and i found myself mumbling that she was always welcome here. She wandered over to the kitchen area and set one bottle on the counter and stashed the other in the fridge. She opened drawers until she found a corkscrew and grabbed two wine glasses from the open cabinet. She poured us both hefty portions before it even dawned on me that she had just made herself right at home. I was even more shocked when i realized i didn't mind. The late summer sun was streaming in the window, painting the space with an amber, peach and orange glow. Her naturally red hair looked on fire. She eyed the wrought iron spiral staircase in the corner. "Does that go up to the roof? Can we go up there and watch the sunset? Relax a little before getting started?" "Sure," i said, grabbing the key to the door at the landing at the top and heading up the stairs as she followed with our wine. I had created a little oasis up there- a small garden of raised beds full of flowers and veggies, a gazebo with a copper roof that housed a hammock that was my favorite place to be in a warm rain storm, and a few sculptures from some of my artist friends scattered around with benches and seating areas. Looking at it, it was the perfect rooftop party layout, and yet, i think Fiona was the 2nd or 3rd person i'd ever had up here beside the contractors that helped install it. "Oh Mira- this is a wonderful space! If i ask very nicely, and promise to clean up, could we have my birthday party here?" Her eyes were wide and full of excitement. She looked like a kid that had just seen Disneyworld for the first time. "Maybe- ask me again after i've had some of that wine there," i replied with a grin. She eagerly handed me the glass and glided over to the edge of the roof- looking down at the deserted lot and overgrown field below, then out at the sunset that was swathed in indigo clouds and rapidly sinking. She was beautiful- her perfect silhouette outlined against the blaze of the sky. I caught myself staring and wandered over to the gazebo. Leaning against one of the pillars, i watched the eastern sky go from deep cerulean to royal blue to navy with a golden glow from the city in the span of less than 15 minutes. I also somehow emptied my wineglass in the same span of time. I didn't notice her come up beside me until she reached out and ran one of her slender fingers down my arm. "The temperature doesn't drop as fast up here as it does down where the peasants are," she said with a smile in her voice. I turned to tell her it was because of the black roof and saw that she had taken off her dress and was standing there completely unclothed, her unblemished pale skin glowing. "I wanted to know what it would feel like to be a little bit of an exhibtionist, and I also need my clothes off for what we're going to be doing downstairs. I am a painter but today, i'm going to be the canvas" she explained, as comfortable in her own skin as she had been in the cute sun dress. I unconsciously looked down when she said 'downstairs' and was caught off-guard, further, by her carefully manicured tuft of sherbert pubic hair. She had shaped it into a heart. I couldn't help but giggle. "Don't laugh. I think it's cute." she said, playfully smacking my arm. "Let's get ready- i'm going to need your help with some of the paint." "Paint? I'm not a painter," i replied, alarmed. "It's ok. I'll tell you precisely where to put the brush and exactly how to apply the paint," she replied with a mischievous grin. I watched her saunter across the rooftop towards the stairs, her cute ass swishing back and forth in an undeniable come-hither way. By the time i made it back downstairs, after locking the door, realizing her dress was somewhere on the roof, going and finding it and relocking everything, she had already poured another glass of wine and was unpacking the trunk. Rachel, a mutual friend of ours, had brought a couple of models here to do some fashion shots one day and each of them had shown up with enough makeup, shoes and clothes to fill Fiona's trunk twice over, but as i watched her unpack, all that was coming out of the trunk was tubes and jars of paint, brushes and some 11x14 canvases. I poured myself another glass of wine, transfixed at the accoutrements of her craft- I had one of her pieces over my bed, not sure if she knew or not, as i had bought it at one of her first gallery shows the day after the opening and paid cash. I knew she would have given it to me if i had expressed interest in it but she was an artist without the safety net i had- she was making a living at it. That made it all the more important this editorial about her capture what a talented and innovative artist she is. "So, here's the idea," she said, clasping her hands together in front of her perky bare breasts. It was one of those things she did when she was excited about something. She'd wave her elbows forward in a weird chicken wing way that was usually just silly, but with her standing there naked, had an adorable exuberance about it that was contagious. I couldn't help but smile and i started realizing that i'd been in a serious state of denial about her just being a 'good friend' to me. "I want to paint me, have you take process photographs, photograph the finished me, and then i'm going to use my body to paint the canvases. The paintings will be what i hang at Gallery 52 next month for their 1 year anniversary. What do you think?" I smiled- i suspected that was kind of her plan when she had taken her dress off on the roof, but the canvases after were unexpected. "It's very mod- didn't Yves Klein paint with women's bodies in the 50s?" "Yeah, nice memory, btw, but this is me, using my own body as the instrument, rather than being used as a tool for some guy to be famous. And i'm not doing monochrome," she replied, a slightly defensive tone and a petulant pout. "I didn't mean it in a bad way. Nice feminist slant to it." i replied with a smile to disarm any budding bad mood. She gave me a small nod accompanied by side eyes and a little grin as she pulled the drop cloth out and spread it across the floor in a corner. She bent over to smooth a fold out and i could think of was leaning in and smacking her little albino apple bottom. I wondered what the red print of my hand would look like on each of her cheeks. The thought brought a rush of heat to my cheeks and my crotch. I quickly covered my embarrassment by turning up my wine glass as she turned around. "You going to be able to work that camera if i refill your glass or you gonna stop now," she teased as she walked to the kitchen to refill her glass. a silky voice in the back of my head prodded me to venture down that path. "I'm a professional. I've got this," i replied, with a wink as i held my glass out to her. She opened the 2nd bottle, topped her glass off and brought the bottle to me. I set it down on one of the large zinc topped tables as i positioned the light stands. As soon as i turned them on, the temperature in the room started to rise, although i'm sure the wine wasn't hurting there either. She had her paints laid out and started painting her arms and torso as i took light readings and repositioned lights, a sip of wine from my refilled glass between each test click of the camera as i was setting up the flash relays. I had committed myself to a path i wasn't fully conscious of at the time, but was flying headlong down. "Ok- you ready to start shooting me yet?" she asked, painting a swirling design over one breast and up her neck. I watched, rapt, as the soft, paint laden bristles skimmed across her nipple, it hardening in response to the stimulus. "Sure, get in there and let me see what kind of readings i'm getting off you." She stepped onto the drop cloth, and faced me. Her pearlescent skin was stark backdrop for the riotous colors that centered at her solar plexus and radiated out in eddies of color. I stared for a moment, transfixed by this multilayered work of art before my eyes. She smiled, drawing my eyes to hers and holding them there for a moment before releasing me by looking to the side a little timidly. It might have been the wine bolstering my self esteem and confidence, but i was beginning to wonder if there was an ulterior motive to her coming here and presenting herself like this, to me- maybe her thoughts were racing down the same path as mine. I stepped close and hovered the light meter over her collarbone, using the remote to trigger the flash. I dropped one of the lights a few inches and took the reading again. The smell of her- strawberries and paint, was unexpectedly tantalizing. "Ok- let's do a few shots," i stuttered, stepping back to the camera, happy to be able to hide behind it for a moment. I wanted to touch her so bad i didn't trust myself. my hands were shaking slightly and i realized i was biting the hell out of my lower lip. Seeing her captured on the ground glass of my focusing hood didn't help my rapidly elevating heart rate. "Ok- work it and i'll just start shooting" i called out. i was taking wide shots at first, but zoomed in to her torso, catching abstract undulations of color as she twisted and turned, folding her body in on itself, then exploding into a stretch that i'm not sure my yoga instructor could do. I pulled the camera off the tripod as she dropped down onto the drop cloth, writhing in what i could only describe as ecstasy. I crouched down beside her, short focal length, as she pulled a paint laden brush up from her navel to between her breasts and then threw her head back and traced up her throat and to her lips. oh to be that paint brush. I was wishing i was shooting video instead of stills- and for the first time ever, glad i was shooting on the digital back and not having to pause to reload film. I stood up and took a step back- lightheaded from all the wine and the heat of the lights. "Ready to help me paint my back?" she asked, pressing her breasts against one of the 11x17 canvases and rubbing herself from the back of the canvas to get a good paint transfer. "How are those paints even still viable under these lights?" i asked, skeptical that anything would be on that canvas when she turned it around. "A very good extender," she replied, turning the canvas around to reveal a work that was actually quite pleasing to the eye. She hopped off the floor and grabbed her palette and loaded one of the thinner, long handled brushes with bright fuchsia paint. She showed me a sketch of a labyrinthine design that she wanted me to paint on her lower back. I scoffed. "I have faith in you. I wouldn't have asked you to do this if i didn't think you weren't specially qualified to do it." She gazed provocatively up at me from her kneeling position on the drop cloth. My pulse quickened and i felt my body flutter from what seemed to be the bottom of my heart to the throbbing bud of my clit. I kneeled down behind her, taking the brush from her, as she held the sketch book up for me to look at. "start the design in the center- put the brush about 2 inches above the dimple i have on the left and about an inch from my spine. Use your index finger to measure if you need to- our hands are about the same size" I hadn't noticed the dimples before, but now that my attention was brought to them, i was all but overcome with a desire to trace my tongue over them. i reached out to measure, nervous about screwing up her carefully planned design. An electric shock ran up my arm the instant my skin touched hers and i know she felt it too. She sighed shamelessly, a shiver traveling up her spine. I placed the brush on her skin and started painting her design. She moved the palette so that i could reload the pigment as needed. Small sighs kept coming, especially as the brush dipped along the small of her back and onto the swell of her cheeks. it seemed like it took forever to paint the design, but when i was finally finished, i didn't want to stop tracing the brush over her skin. "take a few shots of just this- i have some semi-destructive finishes for you to apply next." she said over her shoulder. "Ok, go ahead and move to the corner so we have the brick in the background- you going to kneel like you were?" i asked, trying to keep my mind on business as she unfolded herself into a standing position and her crotch was right at my eye level and within licking distance from my face. I could ever so slightly detect her soft musky scent as she stepped in front of me and towards the corner as directed. she kneeled in corner, turning her head back towards me and looking wistfully out of the frame. i took a few full shots, then focused in on her face- tiny splatters of paint dotted her cheeks, the viridian streak still coming up from her chin to her lower lip. "Ok, now what?" i queried, crouched down, camera positioned low to capture the shadows her own body cast upon itself. "Blue spray bottle- has a opalescent glaze watered down in it- spray it on my back." I grabbed the bottle and sprayed a bit on the drop cloth to see if i would need to adjust my lights. I pulled them both in closer to really spot light her- taking a few shots of her glowing on her own before spritzing her with the glaze. The fuchsia paint erupted into rivulets of various intensities of shimmering pink as it ran down her skin, diverted this way and that by the tiny, seemingly invisible hairs on her back. I had to shoot quick, as the design was dissipating rapidly. "Grab the black bottle- it's black paint with oil. give it a few squirts." Her skin transformed into a lava lamp scene, the pink and the black swirling but not mixing. i was taking shots on burst mode just to be sure to capture these acid-trip visuals. "There's an unstretched canvas- grab it and lay it out behind me, please." I spread it out and watched as she stood, went into a full backbend. She lowered herself down, straight onto the canvas, kissing it's surface with her painted flesh before popping herself right back up and cartwheeling to her feet. "One more set and then we're done. I forgot to ask before we got started- do you mind me using your shower?" i shook my head and she smiled. We would have to walk through my bedroom, whose walls were was really just corrugated metal combined with some giant window panes into the shower/bathroom, another room of repurposed materials- also giant window panes and some reclaimed subway tile. I suggested that the shower may also make for an interesting shoot. the industrial overhead light could be augmented with my reading lamp, especially if i got the steam going in there. "Sounds delightful," she said as she scooped paint up and smeared it across her face. "Put the camera on the tripod. I need your hands." The double entendre was not lost upon me as she coated my hands with paint and then placed them on her breasts. The moan that escaped from her awakened my desire even more and i was unable to control the swell of my chest and unconscious gyration of my hips as she pressed her fingers over mine, working the tips of my fingers around her pert nipples. She took one of my hands and ran it up into her hair. "Grab a handful and pull" she begged. I obliged, cradling the base of her skull in the palm of my hand before twisting my fingers in her hair and closing my hand into a fist. "Harder," she growled. I pulled more and her knees began to buckle as she hissed yesssss, head tilted back, neck exposed. I was so glad i had set the camera to auto take a photo every other second. She began to fall into me and i let her paint covered body press against mine as we both slipped to the floor. I roughly pulled her to me and kissed her as if her lips and mine could become one. Her tongue darted against mine, then she nipped at my lower lip with her teeth. "I like to bite too," i whispered huskily as i took her earlobe between my teeth. I nibbled down her neck before kissing her again. She was grinding her body against mine and i felt like i was going out of my mind with desire. i wanted to explore and taste every inch of her, but we had to get this paint off. I grabbed her hair again and stood up, pulling her with me. "Shower - now," i commanded, wondering where this dominant streak had come from while simultaneously being incredibly turned on by it. I took her hand and led her through my bedroom to the shower. I flipped on the lights and glanced over to see her reaction. It was pretty damn slick looking, if i do say so myself and she was adequately impressed. I unselfconsciously stripped my paint covered clothes off and stepped into the shower to start the rain head and get some steam going. "Come on in and sit on the bench until it really warms up," i said, pointing at the cedar seat that i used when i doubled the shower as a sauna. after i closed the sliding door, the 8 foot by 10 foot 'shower stall' quickly filled with steam. The Photographer - Brenda This is my first story. As a warning, I tend to find the lead up more exciting to read about than the act itself. That's not to say I purposely neglected writing about the act, but as a warning that is an area I'm going to need to work at to improve as an author. * All through college Brent was never seen without a camera. Brent was always trying to capture the best shot. It would annoy the hell out his friends when he'd make them pose for pictures and hold it while he moved around searching for the best angle, but they all appreciated the end result. Everyone said he had talent, but he just viewed it as a hobby. He never took a photography class or even considered pursuing it professionally. As the days since graduation passed, Brent found himself thinking back to college more and more. His social calendar had significantly diminished since college. The job he had first landed was in the next state over, and Brent had a difficult time making new friends. This job consisted of being locked in a cubicle 9 hours a day. He already hated it, but it paid the bills and offered plenty of experience to help land that next job. Four months of this had passed when Brent's college buddy Nate called with an offer that would change Brent's life. Nate asked Brent to be the photographer for his upcoming wedding. Money was tight with them both him and his fiancée having mountains of student debt. Brent knew and liked Nate's fiancée, Brenda. He had proposed to her over graduation weekend. She said yes, which was shocking to no one. The two of them did have a rocky start, a bit of a love triangle situation, but they patched things up and have been going strong for two years. Brent was left speechless. "I don't know what to say." "Say yes." "Yes, of course. This is fantastic. I won't let you down." Brent went out that night to shop around for a higher end camera. He practiced every weekend until it was time to take the engagement photos. Nate said he liked the photos, but was relatively silent on the issue. Brenda, however, was her normal supportive self. She was really excited with how well they turned out, telling Brent that he had found his calling. That he should quit his job and become a professional photographer. Brent was mixed with excitement and fear of screwing things up. Time slowly crawled as the wedding approached and yet he felt like he barely had any time when he found himself looking through his camera lens at a beautiful young woman in a wedding dress. Brenda was 5' 7", blonde and curvy. Brent loved curves on a woman, and her strapless mermaid-style wedding dress hugged every one of them. Brent asked her to turn around and look back over her shoulder. He zoomed in on her shoulder and face in profile for a breathtaking picture. He then moved the camera down to that peach of an ass on her. Brent just wanted to take a bite out of it. That picture would be left off the wedding CD. "You look radiant," Brent said as he zoomed back out. "Thank you," Brenda said with a smile. Brent moved around and snapped a few more shots. His strategy was to take a wealth of shots and then go through looking for the best shots to deliver to his client, and maybe if he was lucky to have a few extra candids for his private collection. Brent lowered the camera for a moment to take in the beauty of the moment. "So are you ready to get married?" "I guess I have to be." Brent lowered the camera and raised his eyebrow at her response. "Why don't you sit down and take a break. I'll see if I can get you a water." "No, I'm fine, just nervous." Brent reached into his bag and pulled out his own half depleted bottle of water. "Here, sit down and take this. It'll make you feel better." "Thanks, you've always been very thoughtful." Brent grinned back and sat next down next to her. "It's a big step." "Yea, hope it's the right one." "You and Nate belong together. You're great for each other." "Yea I know he is, but neither of us have been with many people. How do I know I'm making an informed decision?" "Trust me, most men out there aren't worth pondering about." Brenda laughed at his joke. "Besides, that's why you had the bachelorette party." Brenda laughed even more. "No, nothing like the movies. Just drinking with the girls." Brent padded her knee, "You don't need to lie to me. I was there at the bachelor party, Nate told me of your arrangement." Brenda lifted an eyebrow and shot him and odd look. "What are you talking about?" "Don't get too mad at him. I'm pretty sure Mike would have decked him if he didn't explain himself. It seemed pretty odd at first, but it makes sense I guess." "Brent, I really don't know what you're talking about." "Maybe I shouldn't have said anything." "You can't not tell me now. Brent, this is my future husband you're talking about. No secrets, now tell me." "Ok you forced it out of me. Nate said that you both agreed to sow your remaining oats at the bachelor party." "You're joking right? That's not very funny." "I have proof." Brent took out his camera and scrolled through the pictures. "He told me not to bring it, but I couldn't resist. It's my baby, I can't put her down. All I have is a single photo." Brent showed Brenda the screen. A topless brunette in a thong was standing over a man in a chair. Her nipple in the man's mouth and the owner of that mouth was none other than Nate himself. "After his lap dance, he went into the back room with the stripper for a while." "That son of a bitch. I thought he had matured past this after the whole incident with Christine." Brenda got up from the bench and started pacing before Brent. "Figures. I knew I couldn't trust him. Well the wedding is off. That bastard." "Hold on now, you guys have been through worse. You can make it past this." "How much should I put up with Brent? When is it too much?" "Well maybe he's right." "Excuse me." Brent braced himself expecting to get slapped. She turned to face him, every muscle in her body tense, but thankfully she didn't swing. "You were just talking about how you weren't sure about this wedding." "Well now I know." "Or maybe you just need to sow some wild oats of your own." Brenda opened her mouth, but Brent didn't give her time to say anything in response. He reached his arm out wrapping it around her waist, pulled her in close and planted an open mouth kiss on her lips. He felt her muscles slowly loosen, first her arms dropped, then her back loosened as Brent's arms went from holding her to supporting her. Brent broke the kiss and stared into her deep blue eyes. "Brent, I..." Brent made a gentle shushing sound and held his hand to her lips. He bent down to kiss her neck. She stretched back her head, which granted him easier access. His hand on the small of her back pulled her in closer, his erect member now pressing up against her body. Brent's other hand dropped the camera on the bench near them before using it to caress her bare upper back. Brent's kisses moved down her neck and to just above the start of the fabric. At the same time his hand also moved down to the same spot on her back. His hand caressed the top of the dress until he found the tiny zipper. He grabbed hold and slid it down her back as far as it would go. The front of her dress loosened and gapped open. Brent could now see her bra, bright white and strapless that just barely covered her nipples. Brent's lips eagerly moved to her exposed cleavage. Brenda was just an A cup, but the bra pushed them up to make them seem huge. He licked the top of each mound before burying his face in-between her bosom. Brent's hand slid back up her spine, just barely touching her with his fingertips. She shivered as a chill spread through her body. Brent's hand stopped once it reached her bra. A quick motion was all that was necessary to unclasp it. Brent stepped back to take in her beauty as the bra fell to the floor. She was now completely topless from the waist up. His eyes soaked up every inch of her pale smooth skin from her tight hourglass stomach to her small but perky breasts up to her to her delicate face and platinum blonde hair. "You're so beautiful." Brenda blushed and a wave of modesty overcame her that caused her cover her breasts with her hands. Brent reached down to grab his camera, but Brenda grabbed his wrist. Her hand other she placed on his cheek to change his gaze from the camera on the bench to her deep blue eyes. Her touch was soft and delicate. She then slowly leaned in for a kiss. "You're going to have to rely on just mental pictures for this," she whispered to him. She leaned in further and nibbled on his ear while her hand played with his hair. Brent's hands rubbed up and down her smooth back, pulling her in ever closer. His hands eventually worked their way over that ham of an ass. With a hand over each butt cheek, he squeezed causing her to jump a little. He subtly moved her ass up and down, grinding it against his pelvis. Brenda forced some space between them as she worked her hands in to rub his chest. She undid the buttons of his dress shirt down to his belly button so she could run her fingers through his chest hair. "Oh, you're so manly; I like it." A devilish grin formed across her face. "Want to hear a secret?" "You know it." "Nate shaves his chest," she said with a laugh. "Do you two have that in common?" "Excuse me?" Brent stuck his palm on her bare belly and slid his fingers below the waistband of her wedding dress. "Do you shave as well?" "Oh?" she said with a grin. "Well there's only one way to find out." Brent got down on his knees and yanked the wedding dress down to hers. Brent almost drooled at the site before him. Thigh high white stockings, a blue garter belt just under the top edge of her right stocking, and a white lacey thong that did not hide the fact that she shaved. Brent leaned in and kissed her thigh. His tongue danced around the edge of her panties. His hands eagerly wrapped around her legs, first touching the back of her knees, then moving up and down the thighs. He almost lost his load when rose above her stockings and touched bare skin. Her legs were so smooth, she must have just shaved that morning. His hands grabbed her tightly. He wanted to bite her thigh, but Brent had enough presence of mind to recognize that leaving marks in that area would be a bad idea and a sure way to get caught. Brent pulled down her thong and dove into her wet pussy. Brenda let out a soft moan. Her hand reached down and played with his hair, grabbing tuffs and pulling it. Her other hand grabbed her own breast and played with the nipple. Brent's hands now on her ass, squeezing and grinding it up and down as his tongue worked its magic. Her juices flowing, Brent couldn't wait any longer, he had to have her. He stood up, ripped open his belt buckle, dropped his pants and attacked her all under a second. Brent pressed her back up against the wall. He grabbed one thigh and lifted it so that her foot was on the bench. Then he grabbed the other leg to adjust her slightly before inserting his erect dick into her wet pussy. "Oh God," she moaned. Brent's tongued was shoved into her mouth and dancing excitedly with hers. His right hand was holding her thigh up, strategically placed on the exposed skin above the top of the thigh high. Brent was a bit of a leg man and couldn't get enough of that smooth skin. He gripped her thigh so tightly that he most definitely was going to leave a hand print, but he didn't care at this moment. His left hand was more gentle as it fondled her breast. And of course his dick, inserted deep inside of her, as she rode it up and down. This was Heaven for Brent; he could die right now a happy man. He hadn't been with a woman since he graduated college 4 months ago and now he was with this petite angel. Brent's arm was getting tired too quickly. He lowered her thigh and laid her down on the bench before climbing on top of her. He started with long deep thrusts. "Oh God, I want you," she moaned. Brent picked up the tempo, thrusting harder, deeper and faster. The bench started to rock, making a terrible noise as it slid on the floor, but Brent couldn't stop now. Brent thrust deeper and harder and until he finally shot his full load inside her. He collapsed on top of her, every muscle relaxed. He just wanted to lay there on top of her naked body with his head on her breast, but she spoke up. "I guess we should get dressed now before anyone gets back." "That's one option," Brent said as he started kissing her shoulder. "Or we can go again." "You know I need to get married today." Brent sucked on her hard nipple, deliberately taking a long moment before answering her question. "We still have half an hour at least before anyone is due to join us. What would Nate say if I gave you a hickey?" "Don't" she said weakly through heavy breathing and a slight moan. Brent ignored her and continued to suck on her hard nipples. "Oh Brent, that feels so good, but I'm serious, we need to stop," she said in a tone that didn't sound all that convincing. "I'm not done with you yet sexy." Brenda let out one more moan before grabbing Brent by the shoulders and pushing him up to give herself a break. "You just don't quit." "Well you invigorate me." "I'll tell you what lover boy, lay back and I'll blow you." This got Brent's attention. He eagerly jumped off her, laying in position on the ground nearby to grant her easy access. Brenda slid off the bench and onto her knees. Her lips parting to allow her tongue to lick slowly lick her luscious red lips. Falling forward onto her hands, she slowly crawled until her head was over Brent's erect dick, her beautiful breasts swaying as she moved. Her hand started on his thigh, sliding up and over until she was cupping his balls. A couple gentle squeezes before her hand wrapped around the base of his rock hard dick. She leaned forward and kissed the tip. A string of sperm connected the tip of his dick and lips as she pulled away. "You want me?" "Oh God yes." "Now you understand this is just a one time thing right?" "Oh baby, I understand. Just the here and the now." "Well alright then." She went in for a second attack, this time sticking the entire head of Brent's circumcised penis in her mouth. Her tongue dancing circles around the tip of his dick. Brent's head rolled his head back as far as it would go. It felt so good, but he just wanted her deep throat him right then and cum in her mouth. His head shook from side to side as shivers went through his body. That's when saw his camera lying on the ground not far from him. It must have been knocked off the bench during their love making on the bench. His arms stiff, reached back stretching before swinging back just barely being able to reach the camera. Upon making contact, he looked back at Brenda; head bobbing up and down, she was focused intently on her task and unaware of what Brent was doing with his arms. He slowly lifted the camera, careful as to not make a noise. He almost dropped it as Brenda made a particularly deep thrust. Finally, he had the camera on his chest, thankfully it was still on, for the startup noises would surely grab her attention before he would be able to grab a candid shot. With both elbows on the ground and held close to his body, he slowly lifted the camera and adjusted the angle, using the small digital viewing window to make sure she was in frame. Brent snapped a first photo. Both the flash and click both caught her attention as expected. His dick was already out of her mouth and looking lonely for the second shot. Her eyes looking directly at the camera and there was a drop of cum on her lips. The third photo contained the same frame, but the shocked expression on her face was replaced with one of anger. The fourth photo she was already up on her knees and her head was out frame, but now her perky breasts were in. The fifth shot, shifted upwards contained both her perky tits and irate face. "What the hell Brent? No wonder you're single. Can't you put the damn camera down for god damn two minutes?" "You're going to keep sucking me until I cum on camera." "Like hell I am." Brent quickly got up to his knees and grabbed his own dick where he began vigorously jacking himself. "If you don't then I'm going to cum all over your dress. Good luck cleaning that up before the ceremony." "What?" she said with a look of horror. "Brent stop!" Brent dropped his dick, rose to his feet and shoved his dick in her face. "The only way to stop a giant mess now is if you swallow every drop." Brenda knew she was had. She had no power left over the situation. She accepted her situation and reinserted Brent's huge cock into her mouth. Brent snapped two more photos of her. "Deep throat it, bitch." Her eyes shot up, glaring at him as she blew him. Brent snapped another shot, the bright flash causing her to close her eyes temporarily. Brenda took a moment, but she did comply, her lips sliding all the way to the base of his cock. Brent missed the photo opportunity, the pleasure too intense to multitask. He was able to avoid dropping the camera on her head, just barely. "Oh God, I'm cumming." His dick pulsing as large drops of cum oozed into her mouth. She swallowed every drop without issue. "Wow Nate's got a dirty girl," Brent said when his dick finally stopped and she was finally safe in pulling her lips off his dick. Brenda didn't say anything and avoided eye contact. Brent simply went back into photographer mode, snapping candid shots as she redressed ignoring the fact that his dick still hanging out. He made sure to get one of her shaved pussy before the thong went back on. She actually listened to instructions when he ordered her to bend over to pick up her thong rather than squat. This gave him a great ass shot. Then snapping more as the dress came back on. Brent did stopped when she asked him to help her with the zipper, but he did have to get one last shot before he helped her. He needed a close up of shot of the zipper angled down so that the outline of her two darkened buttocks were formed the background. Finally he was ready to be helpful, letting the camera drop and swing unused from its strap. Brent pulled the zipper all the way to the top, but lingered close to her. Her wrapped his arms around her, cupping her breasts one last time and smelling her hair. "Alright," he said as he released her. "I'm ready to resume being a professional." Brenda didn't smile this time. She knew she was just used, but maybe on some level she was using him too. At least she was until she lost control of the situation. "Do I look presentable?" "You look radiant," Brent replied. "My hair still ok?" "Looks perfect." "It goes without saying that those photos don't see the light of day and Nate never finds out about this." "Of course, that's for the best, especially because I did embellish a little." "What do you mean?" "Well, Nate didn't actually know about the stripper in advance, we sprung that on him. Plus, that part about him going to a back room wasn't exactly true." "Excuse me?" "The way I see it, I was just helping you get over your own ambitions. Christine was three years ago now and you two were hardly dating when it happened, but you still hadn't forgiven him for it. That's why your mind immediately jumped there and that's why you weren't ready to get married. You still didn't completely trust him, but now you can because now you two are on more equal footing." Brenda didn't buy his bull, "You're such an asshole." Brent just shrugged. The bridal party arrived soon and Brent resumed his job, grabbing group shots of the girls. The rest of the day went off without a hitch, the perfect wedding as far as the groom and guests were concerned.