2 comments/ 24708 views/ 0 favorites Smile for the Camera By: JustJulieW Myra pulled the cruiser into the parking lot of the Southside precinct at ten minutes after midnight. Julie unlocked the shotgun rack, removed the weapon and unloaded it. They entered the building and reported to the duty officer to return the shotgun and sign out. Sergeant Dave Rossetti was at the desk. "Well if it isn't the Hick and the Slick. Did you ladies catch any bad guys tonight? Myra took no shit from anyone. "As a matter of fact Rossetti, we happened to drive by your house and saw the mailman tiptoeing out your back door pulling up his zipper. I didn't know they delivered mail at night did you Julie?" Julie laughed. Cops did this to each other all the time. No one got offended, no one took it seriously. They signed out and headed for the locker room. Rossetti called after them "you ladies have a good evening, I unfortunately am stuck here for a double shift as that cocksucker Johnson called in sick." Julie turned and smiled at him. "Aw poor baby, we'll make sure we have a beer for you at McGuire's." The ladies locker room at Southside was small. Fortunately there were only six female officers assigned there and four of them were on the day shift. Julie and Myra were on the four to twelve shift. The locker room consisted of a room with ten lockers and some benches, a shower room with three shower heads, and a single use bathroom with a toilet and a sink. They stripped off their uniforms, Kevlar vests, and undergarments. Julie grabbed a towel and headed naked to the shower room. Myra called to her "I'll join you in a few minutes Jules, I have to use the bathroom." "Okay Slick, I'll try to save you some hot water." Julie turned on the light in the shower room. Little did she know the light switch activated a small video camera hidden in the exhaust vent. She turned the water on and stood under the stream. It felt so relaxing as she soaped up her breasts. For some reason her breasts were always the first thing she washed. Wearing a towel around her Myra headed for the small bathroom. She hit the light switch, removed her towel tossing it on the sink, and sat down on the toilet. Like Julie, she was also unaware of the camera that started rolling when she turned on the light. This one was hidden in the air freshener that was mounted on the wall across from the toilet. She had way too much coffee tonight she thought. Damn did she have to pee. A small trickle sprinkled out followed by a strong steady stream that lasted for almost a minute and was loud and turbulent as is splashed in the toilet. "Whew" she sighed, "that's a load off my mind." She wiped herself, flushed, and headed for the shower. Julie was washing her hair and had soap in her eyes. Myra took the opportunity to snap her towel on Julie's ass. She screamed and cursed and yelled something about revenge as Myra turned her shower head on. Myra looked over at Julie. She did have a fine body. Shoulder length black hair, perfect tits, small waist, curvaceous hips, and an ass to die for. Myra was good looking herself and in great physical shape. She worked out every chance she got. She was shorter than Julie but also nicely proportioned. They had gotten to know each other a little more intimately on their recent camping trip and it was something Myra wanted to discuss with her tonight over a beer. Julie turned the water off and headed back to the locker room. She dressed in her jeans and a tee shirt that said AC/DC on it. Myra walked back in with her towel around her and started to get dressed. They took separate cars to McGuire's. Julie was single and sometimes liked to stay out later especially if a good looking guy was hitting on her. Myra was married and although her husband was asleep anyway, she felt guilty staying out late without him. McGuire's was a cop hangout. It was owned by Jimmy McGuire, a big ruddy faced Irishman with a beautiful brogue. He liked his police officers and took care of them like a father. Julie and Myra swung through the front door. A bunch of cops from the Broadway precinct were sitting at a large table with several pitchers of beer in front of them. When they saw Julie and Myra they started with the catcalls and whistles. "Hey Julie" one of them called out "when are you and me going to make the beast with two backs?" She gave him the finger and they all howled with laughter. Myra walked over to the table. "You want to know something? Not one of you numb nuts could get laid in a woman's prison with a fist full of fifty dollar bills." Once again they all roared with laughter. She smiled sweetly and walked away. Julie was approaching the bar as Jimmy McGuire was placing two pints of Sam Adams lager on a tray. "First one's one me darling." He was such a big teddy bear. "Jimmy you are too sweet, thank you." Julie took the beers and headed to the table Myra selected. She noticed it was far away from the rest of the customers. "Are we trying to be incognito" she asked? Myra took a sip of her beer. "I wanted to talk to you about something. I had a great time on the camping trip and getting it on with you was a lot of fun but I don't want it to be a regular thing. I love you and love having you for a partner and I don't want to ruin that. Do you understand that?" Julie took a large gulp of beer, set her glass down and looked over at Myra. "Honey, I had a great time too. I was amazed when you peed right on that guy's chest. And what happened in the tent afterwards, that was pretty amazing too. You have a very talented tongue. But want to hear something funny? I was worried you would want to make it a regular thing and I didn't know how I was going to tell you I couldn't do it for all the same reason you just told me." Myra took a deep breath. "Well that's a fucking relief. I mean don't get me wrong. If by chance we should find ourselves in a delicate situation, I'm not going run away. You have a pretty talented tongue too by the way" "Okay now that that's settled, let's eat, drink and be merry. "Jimmy," Julie called over to him "two bacon cheese burgers with fries and onion rings and bring us another round." As the night wore on they eventually ended up over at the Broadway cops' table and had several more beers. Rather than drive, they decided to walk home. They both lived only a few blocks away. They had the next two days off and they could come back and get their cars tomorrow. When they got to Myra's block, she reached over and took Julie's hand. "Goodnight Julie. I meant what I said before. I do love you." She kissed her lightly on the lips. Julie hugged her and whispered to her. "Remember what we said before about not having a regular thing? What do you say that rule starts tomorrow? Stay over my place tonight. I'm horny and I'm lonely." Myra called her husband and left him a voice mail message saying she was staying at Julie's. When they got in the door to Julie's place, clothes started flying, tongues intertwined; breasts were fondled as they made their way to Julie's bed. Myra's tongue found Julie's shaved slit while Julies tongue savored Myra's hairy little twat. They both had loud, powerful orgasms before falling asleep in each others arms. They slept till noon; Julie got up first and made coffee. She found her pack of Marlboro's and lit one to have with her coffee. She booted up her computer and decided to check her work email. Most of it was junk, promising her a bigger dick, a cure for baldness, Viagra, and hot wet bitches that will do anything. She deleted them and was about to delete the last and most recent one when she stopped. The subject line said "Please read this Julie, it's important." It was probably some bullshit but she opened it anyway. She read the text. There was also a link. The message said the sender was a friend but wanted to remain anonymous. He or she had accidentally come across something that Julie needed to see. She was instructed to click on the link and use the user name and password that was provided and then view the new entries. The link took her to a voyeur site. It promised hidden spy cams in bathrooms etc. Upon entering the password she was admitted to the site. She hit the new entries button and there she was. She clicked on the clip and saw a movie of her from last night in the shower at work. The next clip was of Myra peeing in the bathroom. She went to the bedroom and pulled the blankets off a naked Myra and slapped her on the ass. "Wake up slick, we've got a problem." It took two cups of coffee before Myra understood what was going on. "So what do we do about this? If we report it, the story will be all over the place and every cop in the city will be looking at us naked. We could find the cameras and remove them but then we won't know who planted them. We need to figure out a way to catch this pervert." They looked at each other and both said at the same time "Stizz!" Julie pulled her Toyota Land Cruiser in front of a dilapidated TV repair shop. A group of young thugs were drinking 40's of Olde English and playing rap music on the sidewalk outside the store. Julie and Myra got out and walked toward the store. One of the punks approached her. "Hey baby don't you know this is a bad neighborhood? Tell you what? You give me five bucks and we'll watch you car for you." Julie reached behind her and pulled her Glock from her waistband. She pulled the slide and chambered a round and put the gun up to the punk's temple. "Tell you what junior, how about you watch my car for free. And if there is so much as a speck of dust on it, I'll kick your ass." He turned to look for his friends but they were already halfway down the block. She gave him a shove and told him to get lost. They heard a man laugh behind them. "Well if it isn't the hick and the slick. To what do I owe the pleasure?" Stizz was standing in the doorway to his shop. He was a retired cop who now ran a TV repair shop. He looked like a middle aged hippie. Julie and Myra both hugged him. He had been their instructor in the police academy and had given them their nicknames; hick for Julie as she was from the mountains and slick for city girl Myra. "We need your help Stizz. Let's go inside and talk." They went inside. What a dump Myra thought. There were old TV's and VCR's piled everywhere. "Don't mind the mess" laughed Stizz, "maid's day off. So what can I do for my two favorite lady cops?" Stizz's real business was selling high tech surveillance equipment over the internet. TV repair was a hobby that he never seemed to have time for. Julie explained the email and the website. "Step into my office ladies." He took what looked like a garage door opener from his pocket and hit a button. The wall behind them slid open. The room was nothing like the front of the shop. It was spotless and had a long work table that was covered with gadgets, some ordinary looking and some not. He went over to a computer console and turned it on. "Give me the website address and the user name and password. I have to see if I can pinpoint where the cameras are and what type they are." Julie hesitated. "Come on baby, I can't help you if I don't see the movies. I promise I won't look at either of you." Julie gave him the info and he typed it in. The clip of Julie in the shower came on full screen. "Damn baby, you've got one fine ass!" Julie smacked him on the arm. "Come on Stizz be serious. This isn't funny" "OK sorry. It looks like the camera is slightly above you. It's probably in the vent and it's probably a lipstick camera like this one." He showed them one he had on the table. "Most likely the light switch activates it but it probably also has a motion detector to shut it off if there's no movement for a few minutes." Let's look at the other clip." Myra cringed. When the clip of Myra peeing on the toilet ended, Stizz looked at her with raised eyebrows. "Give me a break" pleaded Myra, "I had four friggen cups of coffee that night." "OK that one is directly across from the toilet. "What's on the wall across from it? He asked. "Just an air freshener that someone kindly donated" replied Myra. Stizz reached for a box on the shelf and pulled out an air freshener. "Does it look like this?" He opened the unit and showed them the tiny camera inside. "The air freshener part actually works. Who would ever suspect one in a bathroom? Camera's can be hidden anywhere. Another popular spot is in a smoke alarm. Hotels use them in rooms supposedly to monitor the maids but I don't by that at all." Julie looked alarmed. "That's great Stizz, now I am never staying in a hotel again. Have you sold anything like this air freshener to anyone around here recently?" "You realize my records are confidential? He laughed and hit some keys on his computer and a list came up. "No one from around here, but lots of people sell these things. What you ladies need to do is find the receiver. It has to be in the building. The transmitter in the camera only has a range of a few hundred feet" "How do we find the receiver" asked Myra? Stizz pulled another box off the shelf and took out what looked like a hand held video game. "Not only do I sell to people who want to spy on people, I also sell to people who don't want to be spied on. This little device here can detect both the cameras and the receiver. Since we have a pretty good idea where the cameras are, all you have to do is locate the receiver. Most likely it's in an office as it needs to be connected to a power supply and a VCR." He showed them how to use it. It was pretty simple. It emitted a series of beeps and had a display with a directional arrow. When you got within ten feet the beep changed to a steady tone. "What do we owe you handsome?' asked Julie. "Just bring it back in one piece baby, that little gizmo is expensive." Stizz gave them a hug and wished them luck and told them to call if they needed anything else. They drove to the precinct and Julie told Myra to wait in the car. There was no sense both of them walking around attracting attention. She waived to the desk sergeant as she headed towards the locker room. She didn't enter the locker room but continued down the hall. She took out the device, inserted the ear piece in her ear and turned it on. She got a beep indicating it was picking up a signal. The arrow pointed up meaning the signal was coming from the second floor. The detective squad was up there as well as some administrative offices. She climbed the stairs and the beep got louder. The arrow pointed her down the hall past the detective squad. The tone became steady and the arrow began to flash. She looked up at the door in front of her. Her jaw dropped as she looked at the name on the door. It said "Captain Walter Edwards, Commanding Officer, Southside Precinct. She pulled the earpiece from her ear and shoved the device in her pocket. The door to the office opened and she froze. "Julie? Is there something I can do for you?" Edwards was standing in front of her. He was a real little worm who some said got to where he was because he was married to the Police Commissioner's daughter. He was short and skinny and had a ridiculous looking comb over to cover his balding head. He smelled like stale cigarettes and bad coffee. "Uh no Captain, I was on my way to the detective squad to see one of the detectives. I guess I was daydreaming and walked right by them." "Hmm well OK then." He turned away and then turned back and called her. "You know Julie, you and I should have a chat about career advancement. I could do a lot for you, you know." "Yes sir, I'll keep that in mind. Nice seeing you." She thought her knees were going to buckle as she made her way down the stairs. The thought of that little weasel spying on them made her sick to her stomach. And then it made her mad. She exited the building got in the car and told Myra to drive. "So what happened" Myra asked? "You look like you saw a ghost." "Not a ghost, an asshole." She told Myra what happened. "What do we do now? If we confront him he'll deny it, get rid of the evidence, and make our lives miserable." "You're right" agreed Myra. "We need a plan. Let's go back to your place." They picked up some food and beer and headed to Julie's place. Myra was pacing deep in thought. Finally she said "I've got an idea. It you don't want to do it I'll understand." She outlined her plan to Julie. Julie shrugged and said "I'll do it. I won't like it but the end result will be worth it. Go home honey; get a good night's sleep. I'll pick you up at two tomorrow." At two fifteen O'clock the next day, Julie picked up the phone in the Southside precinct's ladies locker room and dialed the Captain's extension. He answered on the first ring. "Captain Edwards speaking, how may I help you?" "Captain, its Julie Williams. I was thinking about what you were saying yesterday and I'd like to talk to you if you're not busy." "Julie!" His voice perked up. "Of course I'm not too busy. Come right up." "Uh I was wondering if you could come to the ladies locker room. I'm waiting for a call from an informant and he is going to call me here in a few minutes. If I miss it I'll never get a hold of him again." He hesitated for a second and then said he would be right down. She took her cell phone out and dialed Myra's cell phone. Myra was in the coffee room on the second floor across from the Captain's office. "He's on his way" was all she said. Myra watched him leave and walked across the hall to his office. He had locked the door but this wasn't a problem. The janitor had a master key to every lock in the building. He conveniently left the key on a nail in his janitor's closet so he wouldn't lose it, so much for security. She slipped in his office without being seen. Julie pretended to be on the phone when the Captain knocked on the door. "Are you decent?" He laughed. He walked in as she was hanging up the phone. "Thanks for coming down Captain. I'm glad I didn't miss that call. How are you doing today? You look nice. Is that a new suit? She wanted to puke. "I'm fine Julie. How are you? And might I say you look lovelier that ever." She moved closer to him and played with his lapels. "Did you really mean you could do a lot for me, in my career I mean?" She let her hands graze down below his belt. She felt him take a deep breath and felt a stirring in his pants. "Yes Julie, you see it's a mutual thing. You do stuff for me and I do stuff for you." "What kind of stuff Captain?" She continued to rub his crotch, feeling a small bulge developing. "Call me Walt, Julie OK." He was breathing heavy now. She could see it in his eyes she had him where she wanted. "Walt, I was just going to take a shower, how about if I wash your back and you wash mine? That's doing stuff for each other." "Yes, I mean no, uh I don't know." He would be on camera he thought. Oh what the fuck he reasoned. He could always erase the tape or keep it for his private collection. He looked at Julie and she was already naked heading for the shower carrying several towels. He stripped off his suit and followed her into the shower room. Back in the Captain's office, Myra found the receiver and VCR in a drawer in his credenza. A small TV on top of the credenza was connected to the VCR. She saw the VCR come to life indicating Julie had turned the light on in the shower. Myra switched on the TV and there was Julie naked in the shower with the Captain entering right after her. Myra almost died when she saw the Captain naked. He was butt ugly, hairy, and had one of the smallest dicks she had ever seen. It was barely over four inches and about as thick as a thumb. It was sticking straight out from a tangle of dark pubic hair. Poor Julie she thought. Julie took the soap and washed the Captain paying special attention to his small penis. If she was going to have to take it in her mouth, she wanted it at least to be clean. He was pawing at her, grabbing her tits, trying to get a feel of her shaved pussy. When they were rinsed off she turned off the shower. She looked at him and said "So did you really mean it Walt that if I did stuff for you, you would get me a promotion? Smile for the Camera It was pouring down rain, big wet fat drops that you couldn't avoid no matter how big your umbrella was. The cab pulled to a stop in front of the brownstone and the back passenger door opened and she stepped out onto the street. She landed in a big puddle, soaking her feet immediately. She reached in and grabbed her overnight case, which she brought changes of clothes for her sitting with the photographer. She paid the driver and closed the door. He sped away and a truck followed him and splashed her all over by hitting the puddle she'd just soaked her feet in. She squealed in shock and then groaned in rage as she realized she was completely soaked from head to toe, cold, and in no way looking forward to this photo shoot which her friend had gotten for her as a birthday gift. Her friends said she never did anything daring or outrageous. She didn't live adventurously, they claimed. She needed to do something out of the ordinary to make a jump start in her life. She listened to her friends for years, and for most part laughed and knew she was considered staid or uptight. But she was happy, wasn't she? She didn't have a divorce under her belt, she didn't have kids that could drive her to insanity, did she? And she didn't have someone driving her crazy at home, asking where she'd been, what was she doing, and certainly didn't have to coddle anyone at home other than her dogs. Her life was pretty good; she thought as she trudged up the steps of the brownstone and rang the bell to the photographer's studio. But in the back of her mind she wondered if that was really what she wanted. To be alone, not have to hassle with being in a relationship, to have to work at being with someone. Sometimes, in the middle of the night, she wished for someone to lie with, to snuggle up to and whisper naughty things and enjoy what came from it. To be made love to and make love to someone, to be held and stroked by someone who cared about you. It wasn't wrong to want those things just a little, was it? The door buzzed her out of her reverie and she pushed open the door and followed the hall down to the address listed on the card her friend had given her. She shook herself off, attempting to dry herself and she realized she must look like a drowned rat. Her hair hung in her face, water soaked her shoes, stockings, all her clothes. She knocked on the door and heard a voice tell her to come in. She opened the door and walked inside a small hallway. She dropped her bag down on the floor and removed her raincoat. "Hello?" "Come on in. I'm just setting up." She heard a male voice say. Crap, her friend hadn't told her the photographer was male. She really wasn't going to be comfortable with this. She looked around and was about to bolt out the door when suddenly someone was standing in the hall with her. "Let me take that for you." He said as he pulled her raincoat from her and hung it on a tree at the end of the hall. He turned and faced her and held out his hand. "Hi. I'm David. You must be Heidi?" She swallowed hard and placed her hand in his and felt its warmth as it closed around hers. He was dressed in blue jeans and a long sleeve shirt that he had rolled up to his forearms. He had a nice smile, which put her a little more at ease, and she smiled back nervously. "Hi, yes I'm Heidi. I'm really sorry about the mess..." she gestured to the water on the floor that she had brought in with her. "Don't worry about it. I didn't realize it was starting to rain." He pulled her out of the hall and into the apartment. He had a camera set up against a huge backdrop to the left, which shared space with a huge bed. In the middle of the apartment was his living area, with television, sofa, etc. To the far right was a very open kitchen, with an island in the center of it. The windows were floor to ceiling by the bed and by the kitchen, showing that it was beginning to rain even harder than before. "This is huge." She said in wonder as she looked around. "I like open space." He answered and showed her to the area where his camera was set up. "Go ahead and sit down." He gestured towards a stool that was sitting in front a camera on a tripod in front of the drop cloth. "Oh, I need a minute." She laughed. "The rain ruined my hair..." she raised her hands hopelessly and sighed. She looked down and realized her hose were ripped and ruined, her skirt was hopelessly wrinkled and her blouse was so wet it needed to be in a dryer. She groaned to herself and looked up at him through her lashes. "Maybe this was a bad idea." She whispered. "I'm just not..." she sighed. "I'm not very comfortable with this." She lifted her arms up and crossed them across her chest. He came up to her and stood in front of her. He tucked a strand of her hair behind her hair and with his other hand he tucked it under her chin to make her look at him. "Look at me please." He whispered. She lifted her face up and looked him into his eyes. He smiled at her as he ran his fingers over her face, pushing her hair away from her face, and finally cupped her face in his hands. "You're a very lovely woman and I would love to take your picture. But only if you want me to." He put his hands on her upper arms and guided her to the stool. "Sit down." She sat down as he pulled her arms from her chest and placed them in her lap. He smiled again at her and then went over to the camera. "I'm just testing out the lighting against your height and coloring. No picture yet. Ok?" he smiled at her over the camera. She laughed, and agreed as he began coming forward with some contraption, he said to measure light, and then back again to the camera. He adjusted lights and adjusted a flash on the camera. He asked her questions as he did so, where was she from, what did she do for a living, etc. She found him very easy to talk to and very easy to watch. She also found him very attractive. He wasn't drop dead handsome, but he had this adorable quality about him that she found very attractive in men. She found herself blushing as she watched him bend over in front of her so she could admire his backside. She realized she was caught daydreaming when he said her name as if he'd said it already. "I'm sorry, what?" she asked. "I asked why you were here if you are so nervous." He smiled as he looked at her, making her think he knew exactly what she'd been doing. "Oh, a friend of mine gave this to me as a birthday gift." She looked down as she said, attempting hopelessly to adjust her skirt. "I'm supposed to meet her for dinner after this and tell her how it was." She laughed. "Happy birthday." He startled her by whispering in her ear, as she didn't realize he was standing beside her. "Oh," she gasped, "It's uhm not my birthday anymore..." she trailed off when he stood in front of her. He reached for her hands and pulled her off the stool. He leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips. "Every women deserves a birthday kiss." He whispered. She didn't know how long they stood there, her hands in his, looking at each other. He finally broke the moment and took a step backward and pointed to a dressing screen. "If you'd like to change into what you brought, you can step behind there and change. I brought your bag over and it's behind the screen." He turned and went to adjust something. "I promise not to peek." He said over his shoulder. She turned sharply when he said that and found him grinning at her. She opened her mouth to say something then shut it and walked behind the screen. She was still stunned he'd kissed her on the lips. She brought her fingers to her lips and thought how long it had been since she'd been kissed. She shook off her melancholy and began looking in the bag she had brought which he had placed on a luggage stand. She unbuttoned her blouse and removed it and hung it over the screen. She removed her skirt and ruined stockings and began rummaging through her bag. She stood in her bra and panties and went through her bag. She didn't like anything she had brought with her to wear. Everything she had in the case just didn't seem right, and she sighed in frustration and threw a blouse back into the case. She grabbed her make up bag and pulled a comb from it and ran it through her hair in some attempt to make it look good. She looked in the mirror on the wall and realized that it was hopeless, and threw the comb into her bag as tears welled up in her eyes. "Heidi?" "Yes?" she whispered. "Are you having trouble finding something to wear?" he asked. She half laughed half sobbed at his question. "Uhm, you know I'm really thinking that this is a bad idea." She whispered. "There's a robe hanging on the wall in the corner. If you'll put it on, I'll come in and help you." He said from the other side of the screen. She looked up and found the robe and put it on. It was huge and engulfed her and could have wrapped around her three times. She tied the robe and walked out to him on the other side of the screen. She smiled sadly at him and wrapped her arms around herself. "I really don't have anything to wear..." she whispered and hung her head. He looked down at her. She looked like a drowned elf, standing in her bare feet in the huge robe. Her hair was drying but was still damp and hung in ringlets down her shoulders. She barely came to his shoulder; he could easily rest his chin on her head. When she first came in, he had been blown away by her huge blue eyes. And then he'd seen her smile and he was lost. He leaned in and inhaled the scent of her, and placed his hands on either side of her head and lifted it up to look at him. "Hi." He whispered. "Look, if you don't like anything you brought we can look in the wardrobe over there and see if you can find anything that you like. I have lots of stuff in there that people have left or that I've picked up that I believe would look good on certain people." He walked over to the wardrobe and opened it. "Take a look in here and see if you find anything." He turned and found her looking at him uncertainly. "Would you like me to pick something out for you?" he asked gently.She nodded slowly and smiled in relief. "Thank you, I really don't know anything about this." She said. "I just normally don't care about this kind of thing. I just..." she trailed off as he pulled out a sapphire silk flowing nightgown. "That's a nightgown." She gasped. He smiled and brought it up to her. "Well, yes but it would really great on you. It really brings out the color in your eyes and you would look exceptional in it." He said huskily, while holding it up to her. "But, these pictures are supposed to be ones I can give to people, like my parents." She laughed uneasily. "I couldn't give my parents, or anyone for the matter, a picture of myself in lingerie." "Ok," he said. "I'll make you a deal. You take a few shots in this for me, and then we'll find something else. Something more suitable for giving to your family and friends." He looked over at her and smiled devilishly. "Come on. If you can suffer through your picture being taken in this, imagine how easy it will be for the others." He held up the nightgown in front of her as if daring her to take it. She looked up at him, snatched the gown from his hands and walked behind the screen. She heard him smother his laughter as she took off the robe. Darn him anyway, she thought. This is probably how he gets all the women he photographs to get comfortable. She hung the robe up and unhooked the front clasp of her bra and removed it. She picked up the gown and looked at it. It really was beautiful, and felt so soft and silky in her hands. Feeling daring and not knowing why, she removed her panties and grinned to herself as she dropped the gown over her head and shimmied it down her hips. She turned and looked in the mirror and realized the gown was dragging the ground but other than that, it really did look gorgeous. She took a deep breath and threw back her shoulders and stepped out from behind the screen. She lifted the gown up so she wouldn't trip and stepped up behind where he was. "I'm ready." She murmured behind him. He turned around and stared at her. "Wow." He whispered. She turned and went to the stool and turned to look at him. "Do you want me to sit on the stool?" she asked, really ready to get this over with. He swallowed hard, taking in how lovely she looked. Her breasts filled the top of the gown snugly, dipping into her cleavage. The rest of the gown flowed down her body, covering her legs except for where she had gathered the gown and lifted it so she could walk showing her adorable little feet. He shook himself out of his trance and looked at her. "No. No. In that gown. No way." He gestured towards the bed. "Sit down." "On the bed?" she gasped. "Yes." He smiled. "Don't worry. The sheets are clean." He laughed. She walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed, running her hands over the pure white comforter. She looked over at him as he moved the camera over so he could take pictures from the side of her on the bed. "So, what do you want me to do?" she asked. "Scoot back on the bed and get in the center of it and lay on your side." He said as he moved the camera up on the tripod. "Rest your head in your hand. Lay your other hand on the bed and just look at me." He instructed. She did as he asked and over at him. "Like this?" she asked, thinking that she felt a bit silly and thought who on earth she would show these pictures to anyway. "Yes, just wet your lips." He said. "What?" He looked up over the camera at her and grinned. "You heard me, wet your lips. You know, lick them?" he asked. She rolled her eyes but did as he asked and looked at the camera. She heard the camera clicking and realized he was taking pictures of her in a nightgown on his bed. She'd never done anything like this before, and she realized she was having fun. She looked over at him and placed in finger in her mouth and sucked the end of it. She heard him groan and laughed. He snapped her picture as she laughed. "Do me a favor?" he asked softly and looked up at her over the camera. "Now what?" she laughed. "Look at me and think of your husband." "I don't have a husband." She answered. "Boyfriend?" "No." "Girlfriend?" he asked warily. "No." she laughed. "Ok, think of your perfect imaginary lover." He said as he walked to get more film. "Think of the perfect man making love to you. You know," he said huskily, "the one you think of when you masturbate." She gasped at his words and blushed and heard him snap her picture. "Can you do that?" "I suppose." She murmured, thinking of when she did masturbate, what she thought of. She really didn't think of any particular person, just someone who would love and take care of her and make sure she was thoroughly satisfied before he took his pleasure with her. She thought of all the romance novels and erotic novels she had read and all the heroes that she had read about and realized that she simply was satisfied with someone in blue jeans and a shirt and someone with a nice smile. Someone like the man in front of her, she smiled. She heard the camera click. He directed her to lay her head on her arm and look at him. She did as he asked and licked her lips again. She was starting to have fun. He groaned inwardly as she licked her lips again. Her little tongue darting out and wetting her fuller lower lip and making it glisten. The more comfortable she got, the more uncomfortable he became. He looked over at her as she ran her hand down her cleavage. He clicked her picture and wondered her she thought of. Who made her smile like that? And who would be lucky enough to see this woman come apart in his arms when she orgasmed? She ran her hand over the comforter, and then trailed it up her cleavage and pulled at the spaghetti strap on her shoulder. She pulled it down and exposed more of her breast and heard him groan. She smiled over at him. "Is everything ok?" she asked innocently. He looked up over the camera at her. "Sure." He said huskily. She smiled again and reached down and pulled the gown up to expose her legs. She slowly sat up, the other spaghetti strap fell down her arm and she wrapped her arms around her knees and lowered her head to them. He continued to take her picture; letting her pose anyway she wanted as long as she was comfortable. He felt himself growing hard in his jeans, but ignored it and kept taking pictures. After a few minutes, she leaned back on her elbow and looked at him. He envied whoever it was she was thinking of because the more she looked at him, the more aroused he became. He felt sweat break out on his brow. He didn't know how much more of this he could take. Suddenly lightning flashed in the air and a huge clap of thunder rumbled through the sky. She gasped and turned around on her knees as the lights flickered and looked out the huge windows behind the bed. It was still pouring rain and she could see lightening flashing across the sky as she looked farther out. "Wow." She gasped as lightening cracked across the sky and lit up the whole room and then went back to normal. "Yea, wow." She looked over at him and saw that he was looking at her, and not the sky. She swallowed and realized that the nightgown had slipped and exposed her one breast to him as he continued to take her picture. She brought her hands up to cover herself. "Don't." his voice came like a gunshot. "Don't cover up. You're beautiful." She let her hands rest on her stomach as lightening smacked across the sky again, this time taking the lights out and plunging the room into darkness, with the only light coming from the moon outside and the lightening. She heard him walk over to her and saw a match light as he lit a candle beside the bed. She sank down on the bed and sat on her feet. She let out a little gasp. "Are you afraid of the dark?" he whispered as she felt his hands on her face, and felt the bed dip as he sat down on it with her. "Usually." She whispered. "Usually?" he asked as he bent and kissed her lower lip. "I'm normally very afraid of the dark." She whispered against his mouth. "But right now I'm not afraid of anything but that you won't really kiss me." He groaned and closed his mouth over hers and kissed her deeply. He pushed his tongue into her mouth and stroked her tongue with his. He felt her gasp into his mouth and he deepened the kiss, sucking her tongue into his mouth. He felt her hands on his chest, beginning to unbutton his shirt. He groaned into her mouth as she opened his shirt and placed her hands on his chest. Her fingers ran over his nipples and she pulled the shirt out of his jeans and tugged it down his arms. He helped her and pulled it off and threw it and didn't care where it landed. She moaned as he pulled her to him and she felt her breasts crush into his chest. She ran her hands up his arms and wrapped them around his neck and sucked his tongue into her mouth when he let hers go. She felt his hands pulling down the straps of the gown, fully exposing her breasts and cupping them in his hands. She moaned into his mouth, feeling his warm hands on her breasts. He began kissing his way down her chin and neck and licking his way down to her shoulder. Lightening struck across the sky again as he lowered his head, and dragged his tongue down the slope of her breast and took her nipple in his mouth. She gasped loudly as his mouth closed around her nipple, his tongue laving it and sending sensations all through her body. She watched him in the candlelight as he moved to her other breast and sucked her nipple into his mouth. She felt herself falling backward on the bed, so lost in the pleasure of his mouth on her. Smile for the Camera He followed her down to the bed and began kissing his way down her stomach. She scooted her body up so that her head lay on the pillows and she watched him through half closed eyes. He tugged at the gown, pulling it down her hips and stopping suddenly when he realized that she had nothing on underneath it. He looked up at her and smiled. She smiled back and helped him kick it off her body. He spread her thighs and settled himself between them. She gasped and protested. He looked up at her questioningly. "No one has ever..." she whimpered. "Oh baby." He said in wonder. How could anyone not want to please this woman? He kissed her mound gently and blew breath across the spattering of hair across it. "Let me taste you sweetheart." He whispered against her while looking up at her. She whimpered and nodded and blinked away tears, thinking he would think something was wrong with her. She felt his lips on her outer lips and she moaned. She felt him spread her legs wider and felt his tongue run up lips. She gasped in wonder at how good it felt and arched her back. She felt his fingers spread her lips and felt his lips inside her, licking her inner lips. She whimpered and thrashed on the bed. He licked her inner lips gently, running his tongue up and down her pussy slowly, getting her used to the feeling. He looked up and watched her enjoy what he was doing. He smiled against her pussy, and flicked his tongue up and over her clitoris. Her hips thrust up off the bed and she moaned loudly. He watched as she massaged her breasts without knowing it, pulling at her nipples, and moaning incoherently and begging him not to stop. He took her clitoris in his lips and sucked gently as he inserted a finger into her opening. He heard her gasp and held her hips down with one hand on her stomach and continued to suck on her and moaned against her pussy, sending vibrations through her and thrusting his finger in and out of her opening. He felt her clamp down on this finger and realized she was about to come apart. She arched her back, moaning loudly, she looked up and out the window, seeing the rain fall down and saw lightening across the sky as she lost control of herself and shouted out loud as her orgasm rumbled through her body and left her shuddering. What she shouted she didn't know but knew that she'd never felt this way before and didn't want it to end. She lay panting on the bed, her eyes closed, mouth open, and her breasts rising and falling with each breath. He left her lying there and slid away from her body. He went over to the camera and took her picture. She looked over at him as he took her picture. "I certainly hope that will be classified as a personal picture." She whispered her eyes wide and looking at him. "You're beautiful." He whispered. "You have this glow, you've been pleasured, you look...beautiful." He said because words left him as he looked at her. She rose up on her elbow and crooked a finger at him. He smiled and walked over to her. She slid over the side of the bed and began unbuckling his belt. She felt his hands in her hair and unsnapped his jeans and ran the zipper down. She reached up and pulled his jeans down past his hips, freeing his cock and letting it spring up as she pushed his jeans to his feet. She sighed and looked up at him as she took him in her hand and stroked him lightly. He groaned softly stroked her hair. She leaned in and kissed the tip softly as she rubbed her fingers up and down the shaft. She opened her mouth and sucked the head into her mouth and moaned around him and swallowed him into her mouth. He moaned and pushed his hips forward, pushing into her mouth. He looked down and watched her suck on him. She moved her head back and forth over him, sucking him gently, fluttering her tongue all over him. He let his head fall back, letting the feeling of her mouth wash over him. This must be how she felt when his mouth was on her, he thought. He didn't realize he could be so aware of every sensation in his body. He felt every breath she took, every breath he took. He could feel her sucking him all over his body. He looked down and she looked up at him and he almost lost himself and came in her mouth. He pulled her mouth off of him and looked down at her. She looked up at him questioningly, and he smiled down at her. He leaned in and kissed her mouth. She leaned back and he followed her onto the bed, kicking off his jeans and shoes as he did so. Lightening lit across the sky and illuminated the room for seconds then plunged it into darkness again. Thunder rumbled through the air and shook the windows. "Wow, that's some storm." She whispered as she looked out that window. He took her chin in his hand and kissed her deeply, sweeping this tongue through her mouth. He felt her hands on his neck and felt her moan into his mouth. He pulled away from her slightly and looked into her eyes. "Honey, what's going on out there is nothing compared to what's happening in here." He groaned and kissed her again, losing himself in her mouth. He pushed her down into the bed, reveling in the feel of her warm, lush, naked body against his. She loved the feeling of his body on top of hers and moaned into his mouth. She spread her thighs and he settled inside them, continuing to kiss her, at first gently, then roughly as if he couldn't get enough of her. He bit her lower lip gently, and then laved the bite mark with his tongue. He raised himself up on his arms over her, looked down and slid his cock up inside her lips. He slowly slid up and down her pussy, wet and warm, feeling her juices moisten his cock all over. He slid his cock up to rub her clit and heard her gasp, and raised his head and looked down at her face. "Does that feel good sweetheart?" he panted. "Yes." She moaned, reaching over her head and grabbing the spindles of the headboard. He smiled down at her, and took his cock in his hand and guided it to her opening and pushed the head into her. She gasped as he pushed deeper inside her. "You're so tight." He moaned. He pulled out slowly then pushed back into her, over and over again, slowly at first then speeding up as he heard her pant harder. He braced himself over her on his arms and looked down at her as he began to pump his hips, pushing his cock in and out of her pussy in a gently rocking rhythm. "You feel so good." She panted, closing her eyes and arching her back. She wrapped her thighs around his hips and lifted up as he pushed into her, matching his rhythm and pumping her hips against his. "Don't stop." She whispered, biting her lower lip and thrusting her breasts in the air. He began to pump harder, thrusting against her, taking her to the limit. He watched her gasp and moan and revel in the pleasure. He ran his hand down between her breasts and slowly massaged her mound. She gasped and opened her eyes and looked at him as he slowly slipped his thumb between her pussy lips and stroked her clitoris round and round. "Oh my God!!" she cried out as she pushed her hips up against his and clenched around his cock. She felt the orgasm wash over her, her whole body stiffened and she felt like she was floating as she looked up and out the window and lightning flashed through the sky. She relaxed her muscles around his cock and shuddered all through her body. She fell back onto the mattress, panting hard, whimpering her pleasure. He smiled down at her and kissed her softly, sucking her lower lip into his mouth. She moaned and kissed him back, feeling thunder rumble through the room again. She wrapped her arms around his neck after letting go of the headboard and held him to her. He pulled away from her slightly and laid his forehead against hers. "You're incredible." He whispered. She blushed and smiled shyly at him, laughing softly. He held her face in his hands, bracing himself on his elbows. He ran the pads of his thumbs over her cheeks and kissed her softly. He felt her push up with her hips slightly, rocking against him. He was still rock hard and buried within her. She clenched her muscles around him and rocked harder. "Stop baby." He moaned and laughed. "Why?" she grinned, delighting in her power over him. Lightning flashed again and thunder clapped. She lifted her head up and took his lower lip into her mouth and sucked it. "Don't you want to feel the way I did?" she whispered against his lips. "I do." He groaned and thrust into her once. "After you cum again." He whispered into her mouth. Her eyes widened as she realized what he said and felt him begin to pump within her again. He took her hands in his and raised them above her head and began to thrust harder, rocking against her, his lower body pushing into hers. "I don't think I can." She moaned, feeling him thrust harder. "Oh I think you can." He whispered and thrust faster against her. He moved his hands down to her breasts and cupped them in his hands and lowered his mouth to them, sucking them one at a time, swirling his tongue around them as he thrust deep into her. "Oh, David." She murmured in wonder as she felt her body begin tingle. She held his head in her hands at her breasts and urged him on. Begging him not to stop, whispering pleas for him to let her cum, to get her there so he could cum too. "I want you to cum inside me." She whispered, watching suck on her nipples and seeing his hips pump up and down against her. He suddenly rose up above her and pulled out of her, getting to his knees. She whimpered at his pulling out of her but he laid his fingers over her lips. "Turn over." He whispered, looking deep into her eyes. Her eyes widened as she digested what he said. She sat up slowly and looked up at him. "I've never done that." She whispered, looking down, embarrassed at her inexperience. He lifted her chin up and looked down at her and smiled. How anybody could not have shown this woman how special she was, he thought. "Well, then I guess today is a day of firsts." He whispered. He leaned down and kissed her and whispered for her to turn over again. She slowly turned over on her tummy and breathed deeply. He ran his hands down her back, over her hips, and down her thighs. He leaned down to her ear as he slid himself over her body. "Get on your knees and spread your legs baby." He licked her ear and kissed her neck. She did as he asked and he slid himself between her thighs. He took his cock in one hand and guided it to her pussy. He slowly stroked her lips up and down with the head of his cock, feeling how hot she was against him. He slowly pushed the head of his cock into her pussy. "You're so hot and wet." He moaned as he slid into her slowly. "And so tight." He gasped. He pushed all the way into her and let her become accustomed to the new position. He ran his hands down her back and stroked her hair. He pulled her arms and wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her up against him so they were both on their knees. He sank back and let her sit against him, holding her close to him. He buried his face in her neck. "Does this feel good?" he asked softly, licking her neck. "Yes." She whispered in wonder. She held his hands against her tummy and sat with him inside her, watching the rain outside, the lightning and the thunder rumbling, the candle flickering in the darkness. She rocked against him and brought his hands up to her breasts; she leaned her head back on his shoulder and rolled her head to kiss his neck. He groaned and shifted under her as she laughed. He turned his head and took her mouth with his and tangled his tongue with hers. He massaged her breasts in his hands, gently pulling her erect nipples. She moaned into his mouth, stroking his tongue against hers. He pushed her forward gently, running his hands down her back and ending at her hips. He stroked them and held them in his hands and pulled back and gently thrust into her. He heard her gasp and thrust into her again, massaging her ass in his hands as he began to pump in and out of her pussy. "Oh my God, David that feels so good. Don't stop!" She panted, wrapping her fingers around the spindles of the headboard, she moaned as he began to thrust harder against her. He knew he wouldn't last long; she was so tight and hot. He thrust faster against her, his cock sliding in and out. He looked down and watched his cock pump in and out of her pussy, wet from her juices; he watched it slide back in. He groaned and pumped harder into her, holding her hips in his hands. "Oh my." She panted. "I'm going to cum. Don't stop, please." She moaned and held on to the headboard as he pumped harder into her, making the entire bed move. She clenched him inside her as he pumped harder. She moaned loudly as she felt her body begin to tingle, starting at her pussy and spreading throughout her body. She cried out into the pillow and clamped her muscles around him as she came, yelling out his name she came so hard. He pumped harder, felt her clench around his cock, making her tighter if that was possible and setting him off. He heard her shout his name and it sent him over the edge as he thrust into her and came, spurting into her, thrusting until he couldn't anymore, whispering her name and catching himself as he almost collapsed on top of her. He panted into her ear as he rolled them both over on their sides. He wrapped his arms around her and buried his face in her neck. They lay like that for long time, listening to the rain hitting the window and the thunder rumble outside. The storm was moving on, you could see the lightning getting farther away. The candle flickered in the darkness, creating shadows on the wall that danced with the flame. She sighed and ran her hands along his arms, loving the feel of him against her, wrapped around her. She felt him slip away from her and get out of the bed. She saw him walk around the bed towards the camera. "Oh you are not taking my picture." She laughed. He turned and grinned, grabbed his phone and walked back to the bed and climbed back in it with her and handed her the phone. "Call your friend. Tell her you're not going to make dinner." He whispered wickedly.