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Photographic Memory

By: Nalla



The late morning sun was beginning to intensify in its heat as he watched his wife glide through the blue waters of the pool. Lying by the poolside the heat was more than just therapeutic. It had also acted as an enhancement to their sex drives. This was day number ten in their two week holiday in which they had enjoyed each other tremendously. Except for two occasions of early morning excursions to local markets they had spent most of their time poolside in the mornings followed by walks and visits on the beach and nearby shopping markets.

It had been his idea to book a winter holiday in the Canary Islands with which she had eagerly agreed to. It had been quite some time since they had taken an excursion during the winter months. When reviewing the accommodation possibilities, he had suggested making reservations at a nudist resort. Although neither of them was prudish, except for the occasional sauna, they had not been subjected much in the way of public nudity situations before.

They had agreed upon a small resort that offered comfortable apartments and very private gardens and pool area. It was within walking distance of the beach and various shops and markets. While on the plane enroute to Gran Canaria, he had said, "Well Ann, here we are! Too late to say no and turn back now! Let's just enjoy the weather and water and pretend that we have been nudists for years. Are you excited?"

Her reply had been mixed with excitement and apprehension. "Yes! It will be good to get a way from our busy lives for a while. I'm not so sure about this nudist thing though. I'm thirty eight years old and I'm sure it's noticeable."

"Ann," he had replied, "you look great! No one would know or even think you are 38 by looking at you. You've kept yourself in very good shape."

She had too. In fact both of them, and he being 40, were very active in outdoor activities. They certainly didn't have the hard bodies of the workout experts, but they were not flabby or misfit either. For their age they looked trim, healthy and physically fit.

An employee of the resort who had been holding a signboard on which was printed ‘Mr. Carter' and the name of the resort had met them at the airport. "Hello sir, my name is Mark and I will take you to the resort," he had said with a pleasant gesture and smile.

We introduced ourselves as Ann and David while we waited for the luggage at the carousal. Mark had continued to give us our first briefing in regards to the small resort where we were to spend the next tow weeks. "One thing to remember please, that within the complex grounds it is not a clothes optional environment, it is a nudist environment. Many visitors sometimes are not aware of that and it does create difficulties for the management. Part of my job is to ensure that all new arrivals such as yourselves are briefed a bit as we travel the 30 minutes or so from the airport to the resort."

And indeed he had done that. In fact, he had been very instrumental in allaying some of the fears that Ann had earlier expressed. Questions in regards to etiquette within the resort area were all answered and towards the end of the journey both of us had assumed a more comfortable feeling as to what lay ahead in the ‘unknown' so to speak. In addition, he had extolled upon the many points of interest and activities in and about the local area and that he certainly could assist in setting up tours etc for us if we so desired. We judged Mark to be around 28 or so in age and later discovered that he had worked several years in the cruise ship business. He was fluent in English, Spanish, French and German. "One needs to know these languages here," he had said, "most of our visitors come from Europe. I've been here two and half years now and I certainly have enjoyed it!"

He felt the heat of the sun beginning to arouse and stimulate him and he adjusted his position in the lounge so as not to have it noticeable. It was not a large resort and at any given time there were only forty to fifty guests. A middle-aged couple strolled past and nodded at him. The woman was too skinny he thought to himself, the man obviously was a bit too flabby around the middle, but both were comfortable in their nakedness. 

The first morning after their arrival they had made a pact with each other to remain in the nudist category even when at the beach. Today there were perhaps fifteen or so individuals around the pool perimeter. Ages ranged from teenagers to people in their sixties. Nudity was not a concern to anyone. Now, even Ann was completely uninhibited being nude. It took two or three days for both of them to get over the initial experience. At the resort it had been relatively easy to get adjusted that way. The beach had been something else though. You saw every sight imaginable there! Many people were ‘textiled', this being the local term for wearing clothes. However, just as many or more were totally nude – young and old. It had given each of them a feeling of excitement to strip naked on the crowded beach. Before doing so they had surveyed the scene and had decided to proceed to a spot where the majority of people were nude. There they had stripped, packed their brief articles of clothes in the backpack and waded in the water. The beach was long and invited one to stroll leisurely along its edge. After an hour or so, they had become quite accustomed to mingling with textiled and nude crowds. Although people obviously noticed each other, no one had taken any particular interest in them or any other person for that matter.

There had been no doubt though, the parading around nude in the sea breeze and lying nude on the beach with so many naked persons had certainly raised the level of sexual desire in each of them. It had become a bit of a dare between the both of them as to where to parade their bodies without being obvious in doing so. They would lie on the beach and make a contest as to what the other should do or what hey would do together. Walking naked from towel to the water and back between individuals who were clothed was one of Ann's common dares to David.

The day before, Ann had sent David into an immediate state of arousal by complying with his dare. One he thought she would refuse but didn't. The beach had been quite crowded and directly in front of them, not more than six feet away a textiled couple had parked themselves. The woman was thirty or so and a bit plump. The man perhaps, a bit older and squeamish looking. He kept glancing back at us where we were sitting, leaning back on our hands and watching the activities. The man's eyes were constantly roving and retreating from Ann's breasts. "Ann, uncross your legs," he had dared, "give the guy a real eyeful!" She had looked at him and smiled a cute little smile. "Got you, haven't I," he had teased her. "Finally a dare that you won't do!"

Without a hesitation, she had uncrossed her legs allowing herself to be exposed, and then with a cute little smile once more, she lay down on her back, spread her legs slightly and raised her knees, which had allowed the little fellow in front of her a complete unrestricted view of her cunt. The guy couldn't resist staring and when he finally caught my eye he immediately turned away in embarrassment. Ann just lay there and chuckled. I had grown almost rock hard and had to turn to my stomach to avoid being detected.

She had seen my stare and had posted her own dare. "David," she had said in a teasing voice, still lying on her back, "I dare you to turn over and lay on your back!" I didn't – she won. I lost.

Smiling as he remembered that particular scene, he watched as his wife climbed the steps out of the water at the far end of the pool. Her now tanned body naked glistened in the sunlight as the water dripped from her. She casually walked among the poolside patrons and made her way to the lounge next to him. "You are one beautiful woman my lady", he complimented her as she sat down.

"Thank you. You're quite a hunk yourself. Does that need some massaging?" she asked, pointing to my semi aroused cock.

"Not right here dear. Against resort rules you know! Would you like me to rub you with some sun lotion?"

"Sure, that'll feel good," she said lying on her back.

He took the lotion bottle and began painting a thin strip from her left shoulder to the hip, across her lower stomach to the other hip and up to her right shoulder. Then gently he started at the left shoulder and in circular motion slowly rubbed the lotion to cover all parts of her upper torso, taking care not to massage her breasts. Shortly her nipples started to become erect and he then pinched them gently for a moment. Wet and cooled with lotion he blew on each one until they were fully erect.

"Careful Sweetheart that could be against resort rules and for sure it might lead to something else!"

He just grinned at her in response. "Let's hope it does!"

Again, taking the bottle he placed a thin stream of lotion from one ankle up to the hip and down the other side to the other ankle taking care to be just above the nicely trimmed patch of pubic hair. Repeating the circular motion of application he began rubbing the lotion over the rest her body. Reaching the upper part of her left thigh he purposely began to stroke as tough it were in foreplay to sex. His middle finger with quick move darted to the area of her clit and pressed. She reacted instinctively by slightly parting her legs and pushing up. As he reaching her belly with the movement of his hand he allowed his little finger to curl in and momentarily press her clit once more. She pushed back with eagerness and said, "remember the rules Dear!"

He managed to touch her clit area a few more times before finishing the application. By this time he had become quite erect and to avoid being too obvious he turned away from her and to lie on his stomach. She was also in a state of arousal as was evidenced by her nipples and slightly parted legs. 

"You need something Dear?' she questioned him. "Perhaps, we should go back to the room!"

"Later Honey. Let's have another relaxing day at the pool and a walk along the beach this afternoon."

On the other side across the pool Mark was busy taking requests for drinks and lunches from patrons. The resort's small restaurant provided all of the guests with extremely fine fare. A great variety of fruits and snacks were made available throughout the day. The breakfasts were always served between six and nine in the morning. Dinner, which was included in the price of the stay, was always excellent. A guest never needed to venture, except by choice, into the myriad of tourist facilities along the main shopping districts and beaches. It was one of the benefits of staying at a more reclusive venue.

The resort workers were required to be clothed only while handling food. The room housekeeping workers, who generally were only seen in the apartment complex, were usually attired in smart uniforms. They were never seen in the courtyards, pool or garden areas. The help in these areas generally was limited to one or two individuals at any one time. Mark and one young lady named Judy were the hosts that attended to the guest's needs. They were required to wear a small towel wrap around their wastes while serving customers. For the most part both of them strolled in the nude while doing other duties. Judy it seemed was always topless, choosing to exhibit with relish, her well sized but firm breasts

As Mark made his way towards them, David asked Ann if she wanted anything to drink or to eat. "A mineral water and a plate of fresh fruit would be nice," she replied.

"Would you like a beer also?"

"Sure," she said and closed her legs a bit as not to be too suggestive in her position lying on her back.

"Hi Ann, David," said Mark as he walked up to the end of their lounges and stood pen in hand to take their requests. "Can I get you something from the bar or the restaurant? The chef's produced a great assortment of sandwiches today. They come in a variety with each plate."

"Hello Mark," David said, "give us a run down on your fruit plates and sandwich combinations"

As Mark proceeded to explain the different combinations that were available, David noticed that the breeze was parting his towel wrap frequently. The parting was just enough to reveal his cock from time to time. He also noticed that Ann, in her prone position, was offered a much better view of his flashing as Mark was turned slightly from her while talking to David. She was gazing intently.

"OK, two beers along with the sandwich and fruit plates and a bottle of mineral water," stated Mark as he turned to leave, "we'll have that to you in 20minutes or so."

"He is a pleasant man isn't he?" Ann said.

"Yes. Very likeable. I noticed you were having a good look my dear. Were you getting ideas?"

"I have had ideas since you rubbed the lotion on me. What I was thinking really, was that it is amazing how we sit or lay here completely nude without any thought about how many strangers come and go by, but put one simple little towel on and provide peeks and it becomes erotic in nature!"

She was right. It had been stimulating in a sense and most likely more so for her.

"Honey, do you want me to suck your cock?"

He looked at her. She had a huge smile.

"I dare you," he challenged. He could feel the excitement starting to rise.

"Against resort rules out here," she laughed.

They both adjusted their lounges to more of a sitting position and waited for their lunch to be delivered. The noonday sun radiated its heat and warmed their bodies. A constant breeze tempered the heat as it blew across their naked bodies. Palm trees rustled and swayed gently and the sounds of water rippling in the pool made for an idyllic atmosphere.

"Now I believe that is against the rules," David said, looking across their end of the pool and up on the third floor balcony.

"What's that Honey?"

"On the third level there's a fellow taking a video of the pool and area."

"A photo album memory of his holiday," Ann said with a chuckle.

"Pretend you haven't noticed him, " David said, "let's give him a good shot!"

"What do you mean?"

"Do what I do," David said as he leaned back then set his feet on the patio stones, one leg on each side of the lounge allowing his cock to be completely exposed and prominent.

The man with the camera appeared to have observed the move as he shifted positions and pointed the camera in their direction.

"I don't know about being quite that obvious Dear. What if we meet him later?"

"So what. We're all naked anyway. Come on I dare you!" he added with a smile. "Don't look his way. Just spread your legs like me."

Ann looked at David and said, "so you dare me do you? Just like the guy at the beach the other day. Thought I couldn't do it did you? With that she slowly leaned back, put one foot on the ground followed by the other. Then she stretched her legs as far apart as possible and pushed her pelvis up at the same time. The lips of her cunt parted slightly showing the pink inner lips. 

"Don't be obvious in looking Sweetheart, but I believe you may be captured on a zoom. That looks mighty good to me!" David had started to grow hard again.

"And that looks mighty good to me!" said Ann, acknowledging his changing condition. "Are you sure you don't want to go to the room?"

"Later Sweetie. Better change positions, here comes Mark with our order."

While they were eating their lunch and sipping their beer David said, the guy with the video camera reminded me of what was at one time a fantasy of mine.

"What's that?"

"You know. We discussed quite some years ago. In fact we even did it ourselves.

"You mean videoing our love making? Those were comical. You were always jumping up to get different shots. It was on again and off again. Not much in the way of love making as we ended up laughing too much. The results were sometimes hilarious, as I recall.

"That wasn't really my fantasy. My fantasy was to make love to you and have someone else do the videoing so that we could just concentrate on what we were doing."

"Do you mean you want that man to video us? No way baby, I won't go for that. Besides, I know you when it comes to these things. You're all talk."

David looked at her and grinned, "yeah maybe you're right, then again maybe you're not so right. Rather than that guy up there, maybe I'll ask Mark to video us!"

"Don't be ridiculous, he wouldn't entertain the idea."

"Maybe I should ask him and find out. Do you dare me?"

Ann thought for a second before replying, "yes, I dare you. I know you. You're all talk when it comes to these things so I feel pretty sure that I'll win this one!"

"We'll see. Finish your beer then let's head out for a walk on the beach."

They sat in silence for a while. The video man having left his position, their attention was now drawn to the activity at poolside.

"There's Mark now," David said, "wait here while I go over and ask him to video us."

"Don't be a silly donkey!"

"You dared me, so here goes!" David rose from the lounge and walked to the other end of the pool to meet Mark. Ann watched him as he walked away from her. For his age he was still in extremely good shape. She watched as several of the women turned to watch her husband. "He's mine ladies," she said quietly to herself. "Look, but don't touch." Although they had had sex a good deal the past ten days, she was extremely aroused at the moment and was thinking it would be a good idea to have him take her once more before heading to the beach. She moved her hand to her mound and gently rubbed, sliding her finger down she found her clit and moved her finger in a circular motion causing her to become wet and highly aroused.

She continued watching as David conferred with Mark. He pointed to various objects around the garden and pool and Mark appeared to be nodding in agreement. Finally David turned around and returned to her. 

"All arranged Honey. He says he does this frequently for guests. Not as uncommon as one would imagine I suppose."

‘You're full of baloney aren't you? You talked about the garden and the pool. I saw you pointing to this and that over there!"

"Just you wait and see my dear! Just you wait and see! Now let's go for our walk on the beach."

"OK. Let's go to the room, but before we go anywhere, I want you!"

"You insatiable creature you. We made love last night. Can't you wait? We need to be ready to make a movie tonight," he laughed as he picked up his towel and belongings and started for the apartment. Ann followed behind quickly.

Inside their room, Ann pulled him against her to kiss him on the mouth, her hand reached to stroke his cock, creating an instant response.

After the passionate kiss, David said, "cool it some sweetie, let's save it for later in the day. I do have a suggestion though. Do you want to carry on with some extra daring with each other today? Let's call it a form of extended foreplay and see how steamed we can get. I said extra daring" he emphasized. "What do you say?"

"I'd rather have you in me right now," Ann said, still stroking his hard cock, " but alright, let's enjoy the afternoon outside first. With extra daring!" she shot back at him.

"Right, first thing I want you to do is wear only your new beach cover – nothing else!" Ann, the previous day had bought a new dress or cotton shift with a floral design that was suitable for wearing at the beach. It was light and airy and came to mid thigh and had an arrangement of straps that tied behind the neck to hold it up. The back was bare to mid length.

"If that's what you want me to wear, then I want you to wear your loose fitting shorts and no underwear! Put on a shirt with buttons, no T-shirt!"

They each filled their small backpacks with the essentials for the beach, and holding their beach mats under their arms, set out on the six blocks to the beachfront.


Photographic Memory



Determined sunbeams stretched across rumpled bed sheets, inching their way up the pillow in a desperate attempt to kiss the sleepy face resting there.  Sheer, white curtains danced on a gentle morning breeze that carried with it the melodic sound of birds chirping in the distance. Asia couldn't pinpoint what permeated her unconsciousness first, the birdsongs or the sun, but she judged both preferable to the angry blaring of her alarm clock before dawn.

Lazy Sundays were her favorite and she didn't even bother opening her eyes as she reached for her lover. Sliding her hand across the sheets, she found them warmed by the sun but unoccupied and finally opened her eyes to find herself alone. Puzzled, she rolled to her back and craned her neck to locate the clock on her nightstand. The movement brought with it the awareness of an overall soreness followed by the warm blush growing in her cheeks as she remembered last night.

"Natalie," she whispered reverently, closing her eyes and touching her fingers to her lips. Never before had she felt so loved, so complete, as she did with Natalie, and though they had been together nine months, Asia still viewed their union as some sort of impossible dream.

Loneliness set in quickly, and she rolled to the other side of the bed, burying her face in Natalie's pillow and breathing deeply. The scent of jasmine filled her nose as potently as if she were smelling the silky black hair itself, instead of the pillow it rested on each night. Warmed by the sun penetrating her skin and happy with the smell beneath her, Asia pushed away from it all, needing more.

She shuffled to the bathroom to brush her teeth and put her contacts in before reaching for the short, silky kimono-style robe hanging on the bathroom door. She wondered if she'd find Natalie hovering over the morning paper or in the office writing at her computer. Asia smiled, pulling on her robe as she descended the stairs. She found it endearing the way her lover could be so predictable sometimes and so unpredictable others.

Stopping in the kitchen for a cup of coffee, she smiled at the brightly colored frogs on the coffee mug Natalie had given her. The house was unusually quiet, and she wondered what her lover was up to. Natalie required music at all times, but the only sound at the moment came from the large grandfather clock ticking in the corner of the living room.

"Huh," Asia whispered, upon finding the office quiet and dark.

She padded to the garage and found both cars there, as well as the shiny black motorcycle Natalie rode.

"Nat?" She called down the hall, wondering if she'd find her in one of the guest bedrooms but there was no answer.

Every empty room added to the nagging fear that something was wrong. The only place left to look was the basement. Asia sighed, half praying she'd find Natalie there and half praying she wouldn't. Building the dark room in the basement had been both a blessing and a curse, in Asia's mind. She knew it was wrong to feel slighted when her lover threw herself into work, but Nat had promised this weekend would be work-free.

The moment she opened the hall door leading down to the basement her fears were confirmed by the muted red beacon over the downstairs door.

"Damn red light," Asia muttered, closing the door upstairs to avoid contaminating Natalie's work area with any unwanted light.

Finally, she thought, as the soulful strains of Natalie's new favorite artist reached her ears. Asia let herself in and waited until her eyes had adjusted enough to move through the room with certainty. She called softly several times so as not to startle her lover but received no answer. Her fear grew as she reached the entrance to the final section of the dark room.

"Where the hell are...," Asia began in irritation but stopped mid-sentence, shocked at what she saw. Hanging from every available space on the drying line were photographs of her. At least half of them had been taken without her knowledge, and her first instinct was defensive. The other half, however, had been taken last night, and Asia's grip on her mug loosened enough to allow coffee to spill onto the floor and splatter at her toes.

So in awe of the photographs surrounding her, she never even looked down. Moving closer to the drying line on her left, she set her mug down without thought and scanned each picture carefully. She hated having her picture taken, but couldn't deny that her lover had captured the real Asia, time and time again. Her drying dishes at the sink, her knitting in the easy chair, her singing to the radio, her writhing with pleasure in their bed.

"Oh, Nat," Asia whispered, seeing herself in the throes of passion for the first time ever. One after the next, Asia scanned the photographs in awe of the completeness and utter correctness of the images Natalie had captured. Her head tilted slightly back, eyes barely open but visibly unfocused, lips slightly swollen and parted just so; every little nuance of the joy that danced within her last night was evident in the photo.

Dashed were her certainties that she resembled a tortured troll during sex, and there in the quiet darkness Asia let them go without a fight. No blush crept into her cheeks, no embarrassment tightened her chest, no impulse to look away ever invaded her consciousness. For the first time in her life, she felt beautiful. More than that, with the photos staring back at her, she couldn't find a single way to argue that beauty.

The shock of seeing her passion so boldly displayed began to fade as she navigated her way through the shadows of the darkroom. In place of shock grew a sense of wonder. She wondered at the absence of vulnerability she felt while seeing herself more exposed than ever before. The photographs were so artistic that seeing anything less than the truest expression of love and passion was impossible.

Not a single photo smacked of porn or gratuitous body shots. Every line, every shadow, and every expression was a direct display of the storm that raged inside her the moment the camera's shutter snapped. Frame by frame, Asia relived last night almost as if it were happening to her again. Nearing the end of the line, she recognized a distinct tingle in her nipples. Surprised, she also noticed her breaths coming quicker and more shallow than usual.

Tempted to reach up and massage the tightening of her breasts, Asia resisted and moved on to the next to last photo. Memories of her pending climax flooded her brain as well as her senses. The guilty thought crossed her mind that she was growing excited by her very own portrait but it passed the instant she turned her gaze to the final photograph. There, in no uncertain terms, was the culmination of all her passion, all her lust, and all her love for her partner.

"That's my favorite," she heard from somewhere behind her.

Turning so fast she almost lost her balance, Asia yelped in surprise. The room was so dark that she was unable to locate Natalie visually. "Jesus, Nat, you scared the hell out of me!"

"I've been staring at that photograph for hours and still have no idea exactly what about it keeps me rooted where I stand."

The unmistakable tone of bewilderment in Natalie's voice grabbed Asia by the throat. For as long as she had known Natalie, she hadn't once seen her rattled. In fact, it used to unnerve her that the woman was so unshakable. She'd always said that Natalie saw things only in black and white, but something about the way she had just spoken made Asia think her lover had been forced into the unmeasured depths of metaphorical gray area.

"I keep looking away for a moment to clear my head in hopes that when I look back I will gain some sort of insight. Each time, my eyes are drawn directly to the sharp contrast of light and shadow along your arms as they stretch out above you." 

Asia stood very still and very quiet, sensing that Natalie wasn't speaking directly to her.

"Then there are your hands. I've always been fascinated with your hands, but there ... the way they're gripping the ironwork of the headboard. It's like nothing else. Strong and in control at first glance; desperate and clinging the next."

Taken aback by the detail and emotion in Natalie's words, Asia turned to face the photo as well. She didn't recall noticing her hands at all.

"Moving down your arms from your hands, I see your muscles strain. In my memory, I know they are convulsing wildly. In the photo, it is the most perfect moment of stillness. The moment I always pray for when I make love to you ... because I can't take it all in fast enough; because I never ever want it to end."

Swallowing hard in a lame attempt to rewet her throat, Asia thought she heard movement behind her.

"Each and everytime I turn the key and unlock your passion, I long for the opportunity to freeze time. I want to trace the hardness of your abdomen in the moment in that photograph with my fingertips, memorize the ridges by feel as well as by shade and shadow." 

Gasping, Asia froze when Natalie's hands slid around her waist and nimbly untied the belt of her robe. Reaching inside with warm fingers, Natalie traced a long slow arc from Asia's pelvis, between her breasts, and ending at her chin.

"I want to linger on this shadow with my eyes, letting it slowly lead me up your body. I love the way its contour changes with every heavy breath and the way it stops when your climax grips you."

Asia watched the photograph with her eyes as Natalie redrew each shadow, curve, dimple, and scar on her flesh. The heat of Natalie's body behind her, coupled with the whisper of breath over her ear and neck, was more than enough to capture Asia's interest. The added touching and explanation of what Natalie saw when they made love was enough to have Asia's body thrumming.

"And then I see your face..."

A soft moan slipped into the dark room as Natalie's fingers slid up her neck on either side. Asia wasn't sure who had made the noise, it was so brief, but she was falling so fast with every touch that she didn't care either way. 

"I don't always get to see your face, you know? You've this odd little habit of thrashing about until you're facing the headboard. Other times you turn into a pillow. I used to wonder if you were afraid to let me see your passion. Perhaps you were," Natalie whispered, sliding her hand down Asia's abdomen and over the soft curls between her thighs."

Arching her back and pressing her ass into Natalie's waist, Asia moaned when soft fingers parted her lips and slid up the length of her wetness.

"No matter how hard you try, Asia, you'll never be able to hide your passion from me. Anytime I'm this close to you, all of my senses are alert to the lust and passion that lives inside of you. The tension in your body is transmitted directly to my brain by way of your skin against mine. The sounds of your breath and your moans are poetry, explicitly stating what and how you feel. Your wetness on my lips and around my fingers is a fiery hot brand, burning your passion onto my soul," Natalie explained, her voice low and gravelly, as she drove a finger inside her lover.

"Oh God, Nat."

Reaching up with her free hand, Natalie guided Asia's face toward the photograph dangling before them.

"Look," Natalie instructed, slowly pumping her finger in and out of Asia's pussy. "Look at yourself as I make love to you and give me one good reason you should ever hide your face from me. Explain to me what you're afraid I'll see. Tell me you want to keep from me the most beautiful expression of passion I've ever seen. Make me believe you can say it better with words, Asia."

Again Asia's head fell back to Natalie's shoulder. This time, when Natalie reached for her chin, Asia grabbed her wrist. Pulling her lover's hand, Asia reached for the small glow in the dark circle hovering just above them until it rested in Natalie's palm. Tugging on the chain pull, Natalie flooded the room with light. Momentarily blinded, she blinked and struggled to acclimate her eyes. When she was finally able to focus, she found Asia's large brown eyes staring up at her.

"There are no words in any language that could convey my feelings better than what you captured in that photograph."

Natalie's lips crashed down on hers with an intensity she hadn't quite expected. The power of the kiss and the rhythmic pumping within her pussy brought Asia to her knees. Following her to the floor, Natalie moved to lay alongside her lover never breaking the kiss despite the difficulty of maneuvering. Asia's arms wound around Natalie's neck as she tried, in vain, to return the ferocity of the kiss. It was then that she realized she had missed the point.

Relaxing, Asia accepted the love and passion her lover worked so desperately to breathe into her. The more she gave in, the more she received. Loosening her hold on Natalie's neck, Asia's arms fell to the floor. Beginning at her toes, Asia released all control, allowing her knees to fall open easily and grant Natalie copmlete access.

Watching with unbridled interest, Natalie surveyed the changes in her lover's posture and body movements. Where Asia's hips were normally very stationary, they now rocked and tilted against her hand. Moving to the rhythm she set, they seemed to beg for more. Gone were the stifled breaths and pursed lips, replaced by deep heaving breaths interspersed with unchecked moans of pleasure.

Natalie had never been unsatisfied with their lovemaking, but she'd always suspected Asia was holding something back. Watching Asia unravel bit by bit beneath her, far surpassed any of her wildest dreams. Reading her lover, Natalie knew she was getting close and slowed to a stop until Asia's hips reached for her greedily.

Staring down at Asia without wanting to push her over the edge was a difficult exercise of Natalie's self-control. Reaching down to replace her lover's hand, Asia whimpered her disappointment and still Natalie waited.

"Please," Asia whispered, to no effect as Natalie lightly stroked two fingertips along her outer lips.

Confused by the cease in action, Asia opened her eyes and looked up to Natalie. Reward was immediate as two fingers swiftly filled her aching pussy. Pleasure coursed over her middle and up her spine, causing her head to roll and her eyes to close. Again Natalie stopped. She couldn't help but smile as a tiny frown of disappointment graced her lover's face, but it was short lived. Asia opened her eyes again and the moment they met Natalie's the sweet torture began again.

The love and commitment Asia saw in Natalie's eyes was apparent and just before her own eyes closed again she saw the most curious thing. Natalie's usually moss green eyes had turned to a bright, vivid emerald green that glinted in the light. The vision was enchanting and for once, Asia didn't look away. Motivated by her lover's gaze, Natalie slid her thumb over the writhing woman's clit and felt the reaction inside as Asia's pussy squeezed her fingers tightly.

"Yes!"

Never looking away, Asia's eyebrows lifted in surprise at the touch and her body's subsequent reaction. It was a different experience, knowing someone was watching your every reaction. Equally different was watching how it affected them. Asia noticed one corner of Natalie's mouth curl with delight when her body jerked hard with pleasure.

You deserve it, Asia thought with an inward smile. No one has ever played my body the way you do, and you should be proud.

Just then, something exploded behind her eyes.

"Oh God, baby!"

Again and again Natalie's fingers plunged into her. A thumb massaging her clit and fingertips massaging her g-spot with every thrust. Lost to everything happening inside her, Asia begged with her eyes, Take me! Finish me, please! In response to the unspoken pleas, Natalie leaned forward, kissed her lover's parted lips and took her body by storm.

Surprised by how vividly she could see the momentary fear of letting go in Asia's eyes, Natalie whispered, "It's okay. I've got you."

Asia's body seized from top to bottom for what seemed like an eternity. Unbelievable muscle contractions spasmed around Natalie's fingers as she watched her lover come undone beneath her. Wild mini-tremors shook Asia's hips and Natalie watched the aftershocks travel all the way up her body. Asia fumbled to hold Natalie but her uncoordinated efforts weren't quite up to task. Natalie withdrew from her lover's sex and moved to lay between her legs, holding her as she came down.

"That was incredible."

Kissing it true, Natalie pulled away with a smile.

"Indeed," Asia replied quietly.

"What's wrong, baby?"

"I came down here all prepared to be angry with you, and like always, you kissed it all away."

A devious and knowing grin formed across Natalie's face and Asia smirked back.

"You really are dangerous, you know?"

"Don't you forget it, beautiful," Natalie responded with a grin before fitting her mouth to Asia's and saying, I love you, without ever saying a word.



Photographic Memory



WARNING:

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Mr. Marcus has had a couple of experiences with his boss's boss's boss's Tashun's niece Reese. Due to a business trip, he's about to get to know a co-workers daughter quite well. Smile pretty and say, "Cum."

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Word spread quickly that I was an asset on sales trips. Just my luck. Though, with Harriett jetting all over the country, sitting home alone, even with a substantial and growing porn collection of books, videos and photos, was tiresome. So, when I got the email that I was going to see a customer alone, I was quite shocked. I wasn't the shake-hands, smiley-faced deal closer. I was the factual, technically astute back room guy who got overpromises delivered.

The presentation, fortunately, was to a technical team at one of our existing clients. And the material had already been compiled into one of those obnoxious slide presentations. I was told to show the slides but not read them, as some of the sales geeks did, talk about the topic on the slide, ask for questions and move on.

One quirk in this smooth plan was that Archie Green was updating the current version of the presentation with new products and he was home sick. I needed to stop at his house on the way to the airport and pick up an electronic copy. No paper handouts with this client, who'd gone completely paperless. Passing out copies of the presentation from a tall stack of sacrificed trees would insult their culture, something even I knew to avoid.

Archie's nose was raw from generic tissues when he answered the door in his bathrobe. His voice was nasal. "Good, you're here. I've got the presentation almost ready on my computer." 

Almost? I had to leave, and quickly. I followed him through the bedroom wing of his ranch home. We passed a girl's bedroom, with pink walls and clothes strewn on the floor. A white blouse and familiar plaid skirt lay on the top of the pile. That was Inga's uniform. "Is your daughter in private school?"

"Sure thing. Got to keep her away for sex, drugs and violence."

I chuckled to myself.

The next room was a spare bedroom, the family office. An older PC sat on a desk cluttered with sheets and scraps of paper, CDs without envelopes, magazines, you name it. The presentation was on screen. Looked good to me. I pulled out my trusty USB thumb drive. "Put it on here."

"How much space is available on that thing?"

The thumb drive held my traveling porn set, for keeping me occupied in the hotel room. Saved me big bucks on X-rated movie rentals. "A couple hundred meg. Should be enough."

Archie shook his head and snarfed mucus before it dripped from his nose. "Tashun made me add a personal video. Takes just under two gig."

Shit! I didn't have time for this. The file was too big for a CD. "You got a DVD burner in that thing?"

Archie repeated his negative head motion. "Nope."

I saw that Archie's PC was wired directly into DSL. No home network, so we couldn't use file sharing to get the monster presentation off his PC onto my Mac laptop.

"Now what?" he asked.

"You got anything else? Memory cards or something with larger capacity?"

Archie's eyebrows and the corner of his lips rose. "Claire has a digital camera I got for her birthday. And a two gig memory card." Archie stumbled from the room and returned with a USB media reader with a card sticking out of one of the slots. He plugged the device into his computer and checked for available space. "Damn thing is almost half full."

"Tell you what. I'll burn the contents of the memory card onto a blank CD while you finish your work. Then we'll copy the presentation onto the card."

"Great!" Archie unplugged the media reader and handed it to me. Then he pointed to a spindle of blank disks. While he typed, clicked, changed fonts and repositioned text boxes, I burnt the camera data onto the blank CD. It just fit.

"Done," he announced.

"Me too." I erased the memory card, unmounted it and handed him the media reader. He dutifully saved the updated presentation to the card. In a flash, I was out the door.

I slept in the airport at the gate and again on the airplane. The droning hum of the engine was white noise, letting me catch up on too many late nights surfing for college girls who'd gone wild and naked.

My plan was to check into the hotel and read though the presentation to get comfortable with the sequence of topics and see what new products and services they'd added. I knew the background and details like my own name, so there wouldn't have to be any learning. When I opened my Mac laptop, I noticed the icon for the CD. Damn, I hadn't left Archie the CD I'd burned with his photos. From his daughter's camera. Hmm. I opened my favorite slide show player, the one I'd use to view my erotic photo collection and pointed it at the CD. The CD drive whirred and clicked to life. In a few seconds, the first picture arrived on screen. Was this Claire? I advanced with a click. The next photo was of the same young lady. Someone else had taken these pictures because Claire's hands were in the frames and the angle couldn't have been achieved using a timer. 

She must have taken after her mother's looks because Archie wasn't close to being this cute. The pictures started out with Claire posing in her pink room. The stack of clothes was familiar, so these pictures had been taken recently. They started out quite sterile, Claire posing stiff with plastered on grins. Then, one strap of her tank top off her shoulder. Her expression turned to anxiety. Was this minor issue a problem? Then the other strap off her shoulder, and the tank top lowered to expose the top edge of an overflowing bra. The photographer was coaching her to disrobe. Damn, a strip show. I unzipped my pants and dropped my jockeys. This was better than some third-rate porn flick on the hotel's cable system. That series ended abruptly but another series started. Claire was wearing a long beige dress, probably intended for prom or some other formal event. Her nipples showed as she stretched her arms above her head. Did she know they were sticking out? In slow increments, she raised the hem of the dress. Facing away, she exposed her calves, then the back of her knees, stopping at her waist, her panties and ass cheeks on display. God, she had a nice butt, roundness protruding from both sides of skimpy undies. The next series were in a bathroom. Claire was in a t-shirt. Again, it was clear she wasn't wearing a bra. The size and shape of her breasts were obvious as she pulled the material tight against her chest. In one shot, the photographer was reflected in the mirror over the sink. Damn if it wasn't Norma of The Perfect Breasts. So Norma was directing these photo sessions. In the last bathroom picture, Claire's t-shirt was damp, either by her own hand or more likely by an unsuspected dousing by Norma. The shape and size of Claire's nipples were no longer a secret. Although her breasts weren't as large or fine as Norma's, they were lovely in their own right, with bloated nipples as a bonus.

I looked down between my legs. I'd been jerking myself subconsciously as I viewed Claire's photos. I'd gotten close to blowing my load. Archie would blow his stack if he knew Claire was a party to this kind of behavior. 

I took a pause from the voyeur's tour of my colleague's daughter and took a cleansing breath. I couldn't show him this stuff. Hell, I couldn't even tell him. And what about Claire? These photos were hers, taken with her camera. They were her property, and I was obligated to return them. The idea of being in the room with her, handing her the CD - well, my prick pulsed at the possibilities. Wait a second. This was the daughter of a co-worker. I had rules against lascivious behavior when it came to the workplace. Despite those rules, I'd fucked Tashun's niece Reese six ways from Sunday. What rules applied to Claire, if any?

I went to bed, tossing and turning, unable to get the pictures of Claire out of my mind. So, at one in the morning, I booted my computer and returned to the slideshow that I'd aborted. The next series started out pretty tame, with Claire in a zip-up long sleeve hoodie and jeans. The jeans went first, exposing see-through pink panties. Then the zipper dropped, perhaps three inches per photo, until the hoodie was open and the inside edges of Claire's naked breasts grabbed my attention at the same time my right hand was grabbing my dick. No nipples but plenty of skin. That's when I noticed that Claire's figure had one flaw. From her upper chest to her hips, her body was two straight lines. No curve at the waist whatsoever. With clothes on, she seemed a bit chunky, but in various states of undress, she was positively hot. Maybe because when breasts or groin are available visually, no man thinks about whether the woman has a waist, just not letting her nakedness go to waste. 

Claire had changed into a flower print dress. She laid on her stomach in the living room, holding her head up above folded arms. Norma had moved around and took feet-first shots. The back of the dress retreated, until I was looking at a leg runway terminating at Claire's g-string covered ass. My dick was ready for take off. I heard my breathing deepen. 

Claire had moved to a sofa for the next shot. She sprawled against one arm in a skirt and sleeveless blouse. As she sat leaning forward, the collar of the shirt hung down. A clear valley between the mounds of her breasts appeared. That position made her tits seem larger than she stood up. The hanging effect, I call it. When she sat back and hugged her knees to her chest, her panties pressed tight against her pussy between fleshy thighs. I was treated to the shape and contour of her lower lips and the crease between them. 

Claire stood at a wooden door in the next set. She wore a blue sweater and shorts. The sweater was tossed two pictures later. The shorts came down. Now she stood in tank top and panties. She faced away from the camera and dropped the panties halfway down her ass. Now, a woman's crack is never sexy, and neither was Claire's. But she didn't stop. And with the panties hugging the bottom curve of her ass, the path between her buttocks took on a very sensual aura. Because at the bottom of the separation, still hidden from view by the wisp of cloth, was a succulent pussy. Claire turned around, her body bare from just below her breasts to just above her mound. The slope of her stomach towards her crotch was bare. Only her pussy was covered. I wiped perspiration from my forehead.

Then a pose with which I was familiar - bra, panties and white school stockings. I'd seen Inga in precisely the same garb. She'd been hot, and so was Claire. And my dick would have continued merely to throb except for the last photo. Claire, either on her own or coached by Norma, unlatched her bra from behind, pushing her breasts towards the camera. And when the bra slipped off her shoulders and down, she remained in that chest-forward pose. Finally, after who knows how many pictures, there were Claire's tits, offered up for the viewer to savor. Only when I looked down did I see my dripping dick and the cum stain on the rug. I rolled over in fetal position and slept until the walk-up call came.

I'll admit I was distracted during the presentation. Sometimes I had to be asked a question twice, but I never blew an answer. Every idle moment I glanced towards my briefcase on the floor, thinking about Claire's photo CD. I thought about it while I shook the customers' hands. I thought about it during the cab ride to the airport, and in the gate area and on the plane. 

My plane landed at two-thirty in the afternoon. Instead of going home, I drove to Archie's house. By the time I got there, school had been dismissed. If Claire was lucky, Archie would be back at work so we could talk. If I was lucky, Claire would put on a private show for me. I rang the bell. No answer. Out of the corner of my eye, Claire pranced up her sidewalk.

"Hi. Can I help you?"

Get aroused? Too late. Her starched white blouse, short plaid skirt and white stockings had already pumped me up. "I'm Harvey Marcus."

"Who?"

"I work with your father."

She put her hands over her mouth. "Oh no. You took my camera chip."

I nodded. "Can we go inside and talk?"

She unlocked the door. Her hips swung as she crossed the threshold. Did she know how sexy that was?

I reached into my briefcase and handed her the memory card. "This is yours. We had to erase it to put my business presentation on it."

I felt the breeze of her sigh, a deep breath that strained her blouse before exhaling. "That's okay. There wasn't anything important on it anyway-"

I held the burnt CD up. "But I copied the memory card before we used it." I held the disk out for her to take. She flattened her hands on her skirt. 'Did you, I mean, there were things, oh God, you didn't-"

I nodded. I had, almost all night, without sleep. And in the process, I'd memorized the size and shape of Claire's body. 'It's okay-"

Claire collapsed to the ground, weeping into her hands. I shouldn't have noticed, but the skirt rode high on her thighs. I knew where those thighs led - to a meaty pussy under a slightly rounded belly. "I knew I shouldn't have posed like that. Norma said she was trying to help, but she wasn't." Claire looked up with pleading eyes. "You're not going to tell Daddy, are you?" She grabbed one of my calves with an outstretched hand.

"No, I'm not." I tossed the CD to the ground next to her.

For the first time, Claire smiled. She wiped her wet eyes on the sleeve of her blouse. I remembered the wet t-shirt photo. "Thank you." She got up, but not without lifting one leg that exposed her undies. My prick pulsed. The vision of sensuality that I'd spent hours examining in my hotel room stood mere feet away. Could she tell just how turned on I was?

"My friend told me the pictures would help me become popular."

"Norma said that?"

"Yes. Why, do you know her?"

"Through a mutual friend. So how were they supposed to do that?" The pictures would certainly inspire lust. They'd done that for me.

"Boys haven't been very attentive. Maybe they think I'm not pretty enough. Or maybe they're scared. I am too, a little. Norma said, either way, seeing me in a different way would knock down the barrier."

A particularly charged up young man might want to shatter another barrier, assuming Claire was still a virgin. "They certainly showed one particular side of you."

Claire turned in profile. "My front or my back?"

It was a provocative pose, seeing as how excited her tits and ass made me. "I didn't mean it that way." 

She smiled. "That was a joke."

"And a good one."

She hung one finger from her lip. God, how sexy was that? "So which photo was your favorite? Of the ones you looked at, I mean."

I'd viewed all of them, at least twice. How to pick? "Hard to say." And I did mean hard.

"'Cause I'm not very big up here." Claire cupped her breasts. They were slightly bigger than a handful, using my hands as a measure. Would she let me? "And I'm too big down here." She spun and grabbed her ass. The back of the skirt lifted, revealing the back of those thighs. The treasure was inches north. 

"I think you're nicely proportioned." Not really, but it would have been nasty to damage her self-image. 

"Want to see me? For real, I mean? 'Cause maybe if I posed, like in the pictures, it would be easier for you to decide. "

Easier? Nope, but more rewarding. "Would you do that?"

"If you liked the photos, sure." She bent to pick up the CD. Panties in full view. My heart skipped a beat. I followed her down the hall, plaid skirt waving back and forth, providing sneak peeks at her panties. "I'll try on some things and you can take pictures. Maybe you'll have a new favorite."

Did she "new" or "nude"? The camera might keep me occupied but I was preoccupied by the memories of Claire's form. "Sure." She handed me the memory card. Her camera was on her desk, cluttered like the floor, covered with papers and trinkets and jewelry.

Claire scanned through the contents of her closet. "You'll like this one. Wait in the hallway."

I shut her door behind me. I heard grunting. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah fine." She sounded breathless. "Its just a tight fit. Come in."

Claire was squeezed into a skintight sleeve of stretch material decorated with butterflies. Appropriate since it resembled a cocoon from which a naked butterfly would emerge. She'd opted out of a bra and there was some kind if string around her hips.

She raised her arms and posed. "What do you think?"

The top slid down as soon as her arms went up. Then she inhaled. The hem lifted as well advancing up her thighs. "I think if you move any more that dress will be a belt around your waist."

She struggled to pull the top back up but it slid down immediately. She ignored the bottom, which had reached crotch height. The panty substitute was a patch of material strung through her thighs suspended by a single cord around her hips. The patch was a bit small for such a wide and fat mound. Flesh stuck out on both sides. The top slid precariously close to her nipples. The upper mass of her breasts bulged over the top. This would have made a great series. Then I remembered I had the camera. I brought it to my eye and snapped some shots of Claire's struggle.

We both laughed at Claire's predicament. The camera bounced in my grip. Until she let go of the dress. It slid in slow motion over the front of her breasts. Exposing her nipples and the rest of her tits. Like I'd predicted, the dress was now a wide belt exposing almost all of Claire's charms. Everything but her fat cunt. I clicked like crazy to add bare tit shots to my collection. Claire covered her breasts with her hands. Too late, but I shot a picture of that as well.

"How was that?"

"Great! My new favorites."

"I can do one from the chip. Okay?"

"Should I wait out there?"

"Why? You've seen me in this outfit before."

Yes, but not changing in and out of them. Being naked in between. My breath was ragged.

She turned her back as she slid the band of material over her hips. She could have stopped right there as far as I was concerned. My heart beat faster looking at her essentially bare ass. And then she slid the g-string thing off. Her pussy was buried between thick thighs. I turned around to regain some control. How would I not throw her on the bed and fuck the daylights out of her?

"I'm ready."

When I turned around, it was a live version of the bra and panties and stockings shot. "You like this? "

Was it my tongue hanging out or the bulge in my pants that gave me away? "Oh yes."

"Norma told me that if guys my age didn't find me attractive, older men would."

"She was right." No need to take a picture. I already had one.

"Do you, find me attractive that is?" One knee had crossed the other. 

"You have no idea." She was as nubile and desirable as any young woman I'd ever seen.




Photographic Memory



"Goodie!" She ran over and hugged me, burying her face in my chest. I responded in the only logical manner and hugged her back. And toyed with her bra strap. "None of the boys seem to think so." She looked up from our embrace. "There's one outfit I refused to wear in the pictures. I'd like you to see it. Okay?"

I nodded.

"For this one, you'll have to go out so I can change."

Her criteria for whether I stayed or not was confusing. I exited her room and idled in the hallway.

It only took a few minutes. "Okay, I'm ready."

Was she, ready for me? Ready for what with me? To pose, or something more? It was clear why she'd decided not to get shot in this pajama outfit. The top was sheer, her nipples clearly visible. So were the panties, more than a hint of pubic hair and her pussy exposed. I had one thing to say. "Wow!"

"This shows too much, right?"

"Well, there was that one photo where you dropped your bra -"

"The topless one?" She turned red. "Shit! Norma promised she'd deleted it."

"She didn't." My previous experiences with Norma proved that she wasn't trustworthy. Fuckable with great tits, yes.

"So you've seen me naked on top in one picture. This isn't that much worse."

Claire didn't include the slippery dress incident a few minutes previous. The topless photo was great but this was in person. "I guess not. But did you ever pose in panties that sheer?" There, I acknowledged that her pussy was visible.

She touched herself there. "I guess not. Does it make a difference?" She left her hand in place, fingers caressing her labia. "One thing you don't know is what happened after Norma stopped shooting. Every time, I needed relief. You know what I mean?"

I sure did. "Uh huh." I needed some, right then and there.

Claire plopped back on her bed and massaged her breasts though the translucent top. She arched her back each time her hands passed across her nipples. One hand snaked down into her panties cupping and then palpating her pussy "You know what?"

That you'd like a fat juicy dick down there? Or that you'd like a man's lips on your nipples? 'What?"

I think Norma is a lesbian. She bucked her hips, fingers digging into her vagina. And I think she was trying to make me one too.

Why do you say that?

Because she touched me and helped be play with myself although j still can't seem to get it right. When she dud it I got all churned up inside. But I can't do it for myself.

Your technique looked good to me. Very good.

"Then how come I can't give myself an orgasm?"

"Try again."

This time, she slid her panties off. "Tell me what I should do."

Her thighs opened and her finger slid up her labia and then into her pussy. Damn, why should I let something that juicy go to waste with masturbation? My prick would do a great job of getting her off. Her movement was in and out, ignoring her clitoris "Try bending your finger and sliding it down and in instead of straight in."

She altered her entry but not what I'd suggested.

"It's not working. Show me."

Was she really asking me to touch her pussy? A daydream come true. I dampened my finger between her labia before probing for her clit. It was nestled between the two flaps at the top edge of her slit. One touch and her hips jerked. "Shit! What are you doing?"

"It's a sensitive spot."

"Damn right it is."

She didn't ask me to stop so I kept going. Then she dropped her hands to the bed and gripped the sheets. I took up the slack, finger fucking her as best I could, leaning over her. Her nipples threatened to poke through the sheer material. God, I wanted to lean over and suck them, cloth covered or not. Her quick breaths and spasming hips interrupted my train of thought. I didn't stop until she melted back onto the mattress, legs splayed, eyes closed. "Damn. Even Norma didn't do it that good." Claire sat up, threw her arms around my neck and kissed me. No tongue, but hard-pressed mouth. She came up for air. "Thanks. That was great. For a while there, I thought that guys couldn't get me excited, but you disproved that."

My erection was at face height after I stood up.

"Damn! Look at you. I turn you on too."

"You expected me to stay unaffected?"

"I didn't think about you at all. I'm sorry." She pouted. My dick flinched. "Let me help." Her fingers searched for my zipper.

"Maybe we should stop here." Because with my dick out in the open and her panties off and her being all lubricated, there was the distinct possibility for sex. And at that point, I was undecided about whether that was a good idea or not. Oh, sex is always a good idea. But with Claire? In her bedroom? And her father due home from work? That might be just a tad too risky. While I pondered my choices, Claire had made hers and closed her lips on my dick. She sucked and slurped and drooled. I had to stop my hips from thrusting. Fucking her mouth might ruin the whole thing. "That feels good." No lie there.

"Mmmmfff," she replied.

I took that to mean she was enjoying it too.

She changed to pumping my cock with one hand. "Are you going to orgasm?" "Norma said she's done this with guys lots of times. She has them cum on her tits. She has nice tits, doesn't she? Not like mine."

"You have lovely breasts," I said. "I came when I saw that topless photo."

"You did?"

She pulled the lingerie from her body and there they were. She swung her legs to the floor and resumed pumping, now with both hands. "Cum on my tits."

I helped Claire by leaning forward and back. She squeezed hard, to give me pressure, the only way I was going to cum. 

Drench my tits," she crooned. "Cover them."

I did, with my hands. And I plucked her nipples. Now she was moaning and pumping. Which got me even hotter. I leaned forward so the head of my dick bumped in between her tits. The shallow valley was the standby for her pussy. The mass of her breasts was too little for a tit fuck so a chest fuck would have to do. 

"That's it," she urged me on. "Cum on. Get juicy."

I pinched her nipples. She pulled even harder on my dick. My balls tingled. I rocked side-to-side, dripping cum on both tits, rubbing my dick against her nipples.

Claire looked down at the mess I'd made on her tits. "Wow! How hot was that?"

"Very." I needed someplace to sit down. I picked the chair in front of her desk. I hadn't taken any photos of her hand job or my finger fuck. Just as well.

She leaned back and spread her legs. "You can fuck me if you want."

It was an exciting invitation but her timing stunk. I was in no condition to have sex with anyone. I'd just ejaculated, and recovery for me wouldn't be instantaneous, despite what porn stories say. "I'm not prepared-"

Claire got up and sat on my lap, one leg on each side. My limp dick was just below her spread labia. "You will be." She resumed kissing. I used my tongue first. She startled, and then joined in with awkward thrusts of her tongue in my mouth. One of her hands took my prick and rubbed it against her pussy. "Norma said she's done it with older men. I bet she never had a penis this big."

In fact, Norma had this precise prick. Our conversation about Norma and fucking was helping me get harder. Not erect, but fat enough to be manipulated. And Claire did just that, puttying my dick in direct contact with her cunt. My cock bent with the pressure. If I got firmer, I'd expand up past the entry. 

"Hello? Is anybody home? Marcus, you here?"

I lurched at Archie's voice. My prick sampled Claire's pussy just for an instant. Clair jumped off my lap, grabbed a shirt and pants and ran for the bathroom across the hall. I forced my half-mast dick into my pants and zipped up. I looked for something to hold. Claire's camera. 

Hey, how did it go? Archie walked in.

"I knocked them dead," I said. "You look better,

"Yeah. Cold broke a few hours after you left." He spied the unlabeled CD on the floor and picked it up. "Whose is this?"

"Claire's."

She entered the room, plucked the CD from her father's fingers and tucked it in a textbook on her desk. "My pictures."

"So what have you guys been doing?" Archie asked.

I hope his nose was still stuffed enough not to smell the odor of sex in the room. "We were talking-"

"About photography," Claire butted in. "He was giving me some pointers. Taking good pictures is hard."

"Maybe you should work with him, to get the most out of your equipment," said Archie.

I smiled. I'd almost gotten full access to Claire's equipment. 

'I'd like that," said Claire.

"Sure, I'd be glad to teach her what I know." About exposure and f-stops and doggie position.

"Great! You want something?" asked Archie. 

I'd already seen his daughter naked, fingered her and slipped my dick briefly into her cunt. "No thanks. I should go home and get some rest." I walked to the front foyer.

"Get some rest so you're ready for my lesson," said Claire.

Archie scratched his head but said nothing.

"Jet lag," I muttered. "See you in the office."

I achieved another erection by the time I got home, just thinking about my next encounter with Claire. 

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An Original H M Tale 

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Photographic Memory



The scene is a Laundromat. A lone man is flipping absently through an outdated magazine, waiting for laundry to dry. 

Enter overburdened woman. She is trying to balance two full baskets on top of each other while she props the door open with her foot. She is not young but still trim and pretty in jeans and a white t-shirt. Flip flops on her feet. Her shoulder-length brown hair is a muddle of disheveled dark waves but is thick and shiny. She has attempted to pin part of it back with what looks like a child's barrette but the hair has rebelled and the barrette hangs limply just above her left ear. 

The man looks up, bemused, at her struggling silhouette in the doorway. But before he can rise to help, she is already in, intent on her task. Taking note of his presence without acknowledging him, she strides to the center row of washers, plops down the load, and filches a plastic bag of quarters from her pocket. She is completely focused as she clinks quarters into each of three machines. While they fill, she deftly sorts the contents of the two baskets into the washers, clanks the lids shut, and positions the empty baskets, at the ready for transport to the driers. All of this, the notices from the corner of his eye, is accomplished with practiced ease, within minutes, and without looking him.

He is about to return his gaze to his magazine when the woman turns toward him to survey the room for a reading spot. In that brief moment, as she stands facing him in the mixed glare of linty sunlight and fluorescents, a book in her hand, the shock of recognition hits his brain and cock with simultaneous force and he suppresses a cough to avoid calling out. My God, he thinks, his brain spinning. It's her. Standing not six feet away is the woman whose image has hovered before his closed eyes more than any other as he stroked himself, time and again, into oblivion. 

He had met her only once, briefly, and she was no celebrity. Still, he knew her by heart: smooth, pale belly, small dark nipples like ball bearings, long legs, trim auburn bush. And those eyes: wide and blue and captivating in their intensity. True, she had technically never been anything more to him than a set of anonymous nude photos on a computer he'd been hired to fix. It was also true that, as a technician, he'd seen his share of private porn. But somehow these amateur images, and their subject, affected him differently. They were just so raw, so blatantly sensual. His mind flashes to an image of her entwined in green satin sheets, dark hair spread like a fan; on all fours on an oriental rug, peering over her shoulder, tempting the lens with her naked ass; draped in an overstuffed chair, a leg thrown casually over the armrest, reading a book; sprawling in the grass, milky thighs spread, lips curled, smiling eyes looking right through him. 

It was impossible to tell if they were self-portraits - perhaps taken for a lover? -- or photos taken by a lover, just for fun. In any case, they had stayed with him... literally. In a weak (and undeniably horny) moment, glued to the screen in the back room of the shop, he had saved them -- all 16 of them -- onto his keychain flash drive, marveling even as he did it, that the folder wasn't even password-protected. It was almost as if she wanted to be seen. Their presence on his keychain burns a hole in his pocket even now and he feels himself lurch against it. 

Oblivious to his mental acrobatics... and his increasing state of arousal, the woman kicks off her flip flops and seats herself along the top edge of the connected plastic chairs with her feet on the seat in front of her. Resting her arms on her knees, she opens a ragged copy of The Poetry of Emerson and appears to be instantly engrossed. 

His mind still reeling, the man clears his throat and shifts position, to gauge her reaction. There is none. So he moves to his drier and opens the door to check the contents. She may be single-minded, but she is a woman, after all, and a woman with a photographer's eye. Her eyes can't help but flit from the book to his ass, his long legs, his well-muscled arms. As he squats to reach into his drier, she can't help wondering ... boxers or briefs?

A second later, there's the answer. The man is facing her with his underpants in his hand, a strange expression on his face. Oh God, the barrette! She realizes she must look like a lunatic and plucks the clip from her hair, pocketing it hastily and offering a weak smile. That's when she realizes that she knows this guy. The computer guy! In desperation, she had taken her laptop for repairs when the screen went out. But the man had acted strange when she'd picked it up a week later and she knew then that he must have seen its contents. Her face goes hot as she silently prays that he doesn't remember... but she feels a strange thrill at the thought that he might.

The man speaks. 

"It's wet," he says.

"Wh- what?" She hears her voice catch.

"The stuff in my drier. Still wet and this is the second go-round. Looks like I'm going to be one quarter short...You wouldn't happen to have an extra..."

She thinks, Is this conversation for real? But she says, 

"Oh! Oh sure, yeah." 

Nervous laugh. She leans back on her seat, straightening her legs to dig in her pocket for the plastic bag, keenly aware of the picture her body makes as she does so. She fishes out a coin and extends her hand.

"Here you go. Is one enough?"

"I sure hope so." 

They laugh and he steps toward her to take the coin. Hundreds of computers, she thinks. Hundreds in a month, and every one full of private things. Their eyes meet. Is that a flicker of recognition she wonders? But in seconds he is back at the dryer, his back to her, broad shoulders bent, long fingers extending to insert each coin. How could she have failed to notice before? He can feel her eyes on him now. She is wondering if I know, he thinks. And the thought gives him another jolt. 

When her washer finally stops, she throws herself back into the task at hand. But she is self-conscious now as she leans into the machine to pull out the heavy clothes. From the corner of his eye, he watches the curve of her ass as she bends, the way her shirt rises from her back to expose a line of creamy skin. Small circles of sweat have formed under her arms and a tendril of damp, dark hair is stuck to her cheek. This is the woman who spends her spare time stark naked in front of a camera.

Having started her drier, she takes a stained shirt and her bottle of laundry soap around the corner to the sink area against the far wall, grateful for the opportunity to escape his gaze. Willing herself to focus, she spreads the shirt on the counter, dabs it with soap, and is rubbing it a little too vigorously with her finger tip when he is suddenly behind her, close. The noise of the driers had masked his approach and she is startled, then fearful. What if he's some kind of obsessed lunatic? But when she turns to face him, and she sees his bemused eyes, clearly full of recognition but also something like... appreciation?... her fear dissolves and is replaced by something else entirely. 

"I was hoping they had a pop machine back here," he says, lamely she thinks. He is looking her straight in the eye and standing just a little too close. 

Even before she answers, she can't believe her response. It was so out of character. 

"Yeah, right." And a little smile.

It is all the invitation he needs. In a heartbeat, he moves to her, slips an arm around her waist, and pulls her into a deep, full-mouthed kiss which she doesn't resist. It is a strong, straightforward kiss, hot and hungry and full of a year of imaginings. She tastes the tang of his raw desire and feels her knees weaken like the heroine in a B movie. But she doesn't care. He remembers, she thinks. He saw... everything... and he remembers. Until now, her fore into erotic self-portraiture had been a guilty secret, a way to expose herself fully and unabashedly to a non-existent lover. The idea that this stranger with his hot mouth on hers and a growing bulge against her thigh, might just be that lover, is rapturous.

Driven now by a hunger of her own, she moves one hand behind his neck, brushing her fingers lightly through the soft blonde hair there. With the other, she reaches under his shirt and runs the flat of her hand over the hair just above his belt line, causing him to exhale a soft moan into her mouth. Gaining confidence at his response, she runs her tongue in light circles around the tip of his own, then gently but deliberately pulls away to look at his face.

"You know me, don't you?" she whispers. "I mean, you remember who I am."

Her voice comes out in a low, husky tone she hadn't intended. 

"Yes. Oh, yes. I'm sorry, but yes." 

And with another deft movement, he slips one arm under her and lifts her onto the counter. The look of surprise in those familiar eyes -- now level with his -- makes him smile, in spite of himself. Still smiling, and holding her firmly at the hips, he bends his mouth to her neck and traces a line with his tongue from just below her earlobe to her collar bone. This is the power of a photograph, she thinks, as she willingly bends her head away from him, exposing more of her neck to his mouth like an ingénue to a vampire. She closes her eyes, shudders, and keens softly as a white hot knot of desire begins to form in a spot just below her navel, radiating heat in all directions. The knot is familiar... its undoing is less so.

Not breaking the kiss, he moves his hands from her hips to her knees, which he parts to stand belly to belly with her where she sits on the counter. Oh that belly, that smooth pale skin. How many times had he gazed at it? Close enough now to feel her breath, hot and shallow against his neck, he gently slips a hand under the white cotton of her shirt and lifts its edge to expose her damp skin. He lowers his mouth to her abdomen. She entwines her fingers in his hair and presses his face to her as the as the heat spreads, sending shock waves to her swelling cunt. His kisses, wild, insistent, move steadily up her torso, past where a bra might have been had she worn one, until her shirt is so bunched that he has to lift it up and off to continue. She raises her arms like an obedient child but startles noticeably as the fabric grazes her taut nipples. 

Bare chested now, she watches his eyes sweep appraisingly over her small firm breasts, slick with sweat and saliva, their dark nipples like ripe berries. Satisfied that the camera had not lied, had, in fact, not really done her justice, he takes one in his mouth like a starving man and sucks vigorously. She arches toward him in surrender, her breath catching with each hungry pull. The salty tang of her skin is more delicious than his imagination had ever allowed and his aching cock is throbbing to bury itself inside her.

As if on cue, she lifts his face to meet her eyes and moves a hand to his bulge. 

"You were naughty to have looked, y'know. Do you go snooping on everyone's computer?" 

It is a rhetorical question, a fact emphasized by the gentle squeeze and tug she offers on the word "naughty." Holding his gaze, this woman from his fantasies rubs his bulge from balls to tip with one long, urgent stroke as her legs wrap around his back side and pull him tight against her hand. When she reaches the top of her stroke, she nimbly unbuttons him and reaches in his briefs to wrap her fingers around his naked, twitching prick. Emboldened by the heat and rigidity, she begins a slow, rhythmic movement while her other hand reaches deeper, under his balls, and explores the undiscovered territory there with her fingertips. His jeans slip to his knees.

"Does this feel good?" she asks softly, as she gently pushes one slender finger into him from behind, watching his face as she does so. Even as she says it, she is shocked beyond words at her own boldness. The camera had been a substitute for the eye of an actual lover for so long, she'd nearly forgotten what a live, aroused man felt like. But that is not, she reminds herself, for lack of desire. It is only for lack of opportunity. She is determined not to let this one, so unexpected and exciting, slip by.

"Yes. Oh yes. Oh, God." 

His head is bent forward so that his forehead is nearly touching her shoulder. She can feel his warm breath against her bare skin as he rocks his hips with her movement... watching in fascination as the firm reddened tip of his own cock pokes out of her curled fingers again and again. Who could have imagined she would be so compliant, so anxious to please him? It was better than his fantasies.

And speaking of fantasies. 

"Please," he whispers hoarsely, stopping her movement by grasping both her wrists. "Let me taste you." 

Obligingly, she slides her finger out of him and loosens her grip on his cock. He lifts both arms above her head until her fingertips touch a horizontal metal clothes bar and she understands. She grabs the bar and uses it to pull herself upward as he quickly unbuttons and tugs off her jeans and white panties. For a few seconds, time stands still. He gazes at her, just as he has seen her so many times. And yet, so different, so real, so alive... so incredibly his. On her knees now, her cunt level with his face, she looks to him like a slave girl, bound at the wrists and hanging. Except for the look of rapture on her face. This is the power of a photograph, she is thinking, as his large hands cup her ass and he bends to bury his face in her burning pussy.

She comes the first time with a low, guttural sound that seems to emanate from a place too deep to be inside her at all. It boils up and out of her throat as she pulls herself upward with the bar and pushes her mons into his face in fierce, pulsating movements. Her eyes squeeze shut and her dark hair whips against her neck as her head snaps back and them seems to loll forward. It is dramatic and beautiful and the man finds himself wishing that this moment could somehow be captured on camera, too, saved on his flash drive, carried in his memory and his pocket forever.

Weakened by the force of her orgasm and trembling now, she lowers her ass onto the counter top, takes his face in her hands, and kisses him tenderly, tasting her own juices on his lips. Wordlessly, she watches his face as he pulls her now frothy cunt toward the edge of the counter and his ready cock. There is an awkward moment as they try to adjust themselves, height wise, and they both laugh nervously. But when the head of his prick touches her damp folds and she whispers a soft 'yes', he clenches his ass to push himself, finally, gratefully, into her. His movements are slow, almost tender to begin with, and she is reminded of the gentle rocking of a boat. They are a tangle of arms and her legs as he thrusts deeper into her, feeling her clenching muscles, losing himself completely in this fantasy-turned-reality-turned-fantasy again. 

When she comes the second time she takes him with her. The force of her internal contractions on his cock seem to actually milk the cum from his shaft in long, hot bursts as he drills her into the countertop. This time, the sound she makes is more like a delighted laugh, lilting and full of sheer, physical joy. She wraps her arms and legs around him and he hears his own voice, a sound something like a howl, as he empties the last of himself into this long-time object of his desire and succumbs to a series of powerful, wrenching aftershocks. 

She holds him, sweaty and spent, against her body as their heart rates return to normal and they become gradually aware of the whir and hum of the distant driers. Awkwardly now, self conscious, he gently slips from her frothy cunt and reaches down to retrieve his jeans and briefs. As she steps delicately into her cotton panties and pulls them up, he has an image of the curtain being drawn on a marvelous show -- a show to which he, miraculously, got last minute, front-row tickets. He feels like applauding. She is yanking the cotton t-shirt over her head when his fingers touch the keychain in his pocket and he pulls it out with something like reverence. 

"Here," he says, removing the flash drive from the ring and handing it to her. She has given him so much more than photographs and he knows that the secret images will forever now pale in comparison. In a split second, her face moves through surprise to shock to gratitude and she takes the proffered item with a smile. 

"I'm so glad you enjoyed them."

This is the power of a photograph, she thinks, and kisses him deeply. Behind the wall, a drier sounds.



Photographic Memory



The street outside the resort complex wound through an upper-class district of housing for four blocks before it entered a main traffic corridor leading to the beachfront drive. The entire length of the beach drive was nearly three miles in length and offered the tourist and resident alike, a variety of restaurants, bars, pensions and shopping. The major shopping centers were not here, but further out near the residential suburbs.

Over the last ten days Ann and David had strolled past most all of the beach drive establishments, stopping now and again to explore the interiors of places offering the more authentic local items. One could find most all of the common types of beach attire shops. They all looked the same from Bali to Vancouver. The bars also lacked local character, instead opting to portray a theme that one could find anywhere in Europe.

Vehicle traffic was minimal on beach drive. Most of it was restricted to only commercial vehicles. Parking lots were strategically located at various intervals and were accessed from the neighboring traffic corridors. The entire area was designed to cater to the tourist and, of course, to the large hotel chains whose structures dominated the surrounding district.

They were passing a coffee shop that had become their favorite. It offered stools and a high table along the front and customers could sit and while sipping their coffees, watch the people pass along the street in front of them.

"I'd like an iced coffee," Ann stated, "would you like one?"

"Sure!"

The lunch crowd had vacated the premises. At least half of the available window side stools were empty. The windows were open and the sounds of the street mixed with the sounds of the coffee bar's activity and music system.

"Grab those two stools at the end of the table over there by the street window and I'll get us a couple of iced cappuccinos," David said, pointing in the direction that he had indicated. He handed Ann his pack and went to the counter.

Returning with the drinks he pulled himself up on the stool next her. They slowly sipped heir drinks as they watched the street in front of them. Occasionally the sea breeze gusted through the window creating a fresh cooling effect.

"You look pretty darn cute today sweetie! You're making me horny thinking about what you don't have on under that shift."

"I'm still hot from my rubdown this morning at the pool. I asked if we should stop at the room for a while," she teased. "I'm getting hotter by the minute thinking of what you have up that leg of your shorts."

He raised his eyebrows and gave her a serious look. "Maybe I should ask you if you want to go into the back alley?" he questioned.

"I think not. I prefer the bed!" she said and laughed. "Time to play our dare game dear?" she asked. "It's my turn I think. Ready for something extra?"

He smiled at her. This dare game of theirs had started years ago and they had had considerable fun with it over time. This past week or so they had revived it with more than just the old regular stuff of earlier years. With all of the nudity that prevailed at the beach and, of course, the total nude environment at the resort, they had broken into new and exotic territory with their game. It had proven to be a real stimulant for their sex life. Both of them had wanted to make love at almost any time of the day or night. What was more, Ann herself had initiated things on her own more often than not. Being nude in public for hours on end had diminished her inhibitions, if not totally subduing them. That was evident the past several days in the way she never hesitated to challenge him in the dare game or to respond to his challenges. Some of challenges from both of them she, in the past, would never have initiated or consented to. He loved the game. She was enjoying it as well and had surprised him on a number of occasions with her ideas.

"Go for it!" he goaded her, "just remember, "I get the last one today. You had it yesterday."

""Pull the leg of your shorts up and lay your cock along your thigh. I want to see it!" she commanded.

He glanced around the room. It would be no problem inside, but the sidewalk pedestrians would more than likely have an eyeful should they look his way. He turned to face her rather than the street and slowly pulled the leg of his shorts up and away from his thigh. He moved the fingers of his hand up inside his crotch and pulled his cock out and along his thigh keeping it covered with his hand. 

"Hmm nice!" she said, "now remove your hand and turn towards the street. I didn't say you could turn around this way."

He obeyed by turning slowly, the leg of his loose fitting shorts now stretched fully opened but now covering all but the head of his cock. He was stiffening slightly from the excitement of being commanded to flash in public.

"Open your legs a bit more!" He did. Any pedestrian now walking by the front of the coffee shop would certainly get an eyeful. 

Ann slipped down from her stool and moved to the stool on the opposite side of David. Sliding up on the stool she kept her back to the window and faced towards the coffee counter across the room. She moved her hand to David's thigh and rubbed her fingers on the head of his cock. He grew instantly.

"OK sweetie. That's enough! Things are getting a bit out of control at the moment. Let's finish our coffee and leave."

Leaving the coffee bar David said, "It's my turn next! By the time we're through this afternoon you will be one sexed up girl sweetie!"

"Can't wait lover!" she shot back. "I'm ready for it now." And she was. She could feel her moist heat between her legs.

Today they found the beach was moderately crowded compared to some days. There was the usual mix of people young and old, attractive and not so attractive bodies. In fact, one could find most any shape of body. Some were fully clothed and some partially, but many were just plain naked. When one studied the variety of adornment, one found it rather mystifying that such a group of people could cohabit a small amount of real estate and not be somewhat in conflict. Such was not the case though. All seemed simply, just natural.

"Over here Ann, there's a good spot down closer to the water." David pointed to an area left of them and ahead about twenty yards. There were several groups of people between the vacant spot and the water and they seemed to be out of the main traffic flow of beach walkers.

David spread out his mat and did the same with Ann's. He then stripped and stood naked feeling the sea breeze caress and cool his body. Ann started to untie her straps on her shift. 

"Oh no you don't honey!" he said, I have a dare for you. It's my turn!"

She looked at him with some question, wondering what it was he would dare her here at his spot. For a moment she was a bit alarmed that maybe he might ask something that she would resist. So far they had kept the game fun and clean, although at times it had gotten a bit risqué.

His silence and grin got the best of her. "What is it?" she wanted to know.

He looked down to the water's edge, past the two groups of naked young men and women, and some thirty feet away. "I dare you to walk down to the water and dip your feet a time or two. Then untie your straps and let your shift fall only to your waist. Stay that way for a minute or so while you play with the sand at your feet. Turn and face us and remove your shift entirely then walk lowly between those two groups back to me here."

She looked up and down the beach. Naked people were everywhere, however, where David had asked her to go there were none except for the dozen or so that formed the groups in front of them. What he had asked of her was to actually perform a strip act in a sense. Oh well, she could at least walk to the water she thought.

The water was cold. It was the Atlantic Ocean and unlike the Mediterranean to the East, the waters were quite frigid. Only the hardy went actually swimming.

She did the first step as he had dared and untied her straps letting her shift drop to catch it at her waste. Facing the ocean breeze her breasts nipples tightened giving her a jolt of pleasure that traveled to the small of her stomach and her cunt. She felt a wave of abandonment come over her and if David were beside her now she reasoned that he could have any way with her and she would obey. She felt an overwhelming desire to have him inside her. Becoming aware of her situation suddenly, she remembered the second part of his dare. 

Her stomach was tight; her body was racked with an internal excitement that was actually making her legs weak. She felt that if she turned now it would be like performing for an audience. She was encountering a bout of stage fright so it seemed. This is crazy she thought to herself, no one is going to notice one more naked body. She turned to face her audience. She was being ignored; it appeared, by the women in the groups. The men showed a polite interest, which perked up considerably when Ann slid the shift to the ground and stepped out of it. She made her way slowly past the group and back to David. When she reached him she lay beside him and kissed him on the mouth passionately.

"Thought maybe I might not do it didn't you?"

"Not at all my dear, not at all. Bye the way, you are one beautiful, sexy woman my love. Your body is just made for sex and pleasure!"

"David."

"Yes"

"That little act you made me do created a feeling of total abandonment in me. I needed you badly, right there at the water. Do you want to fuck me?"

They used dirty talk with each other at certain times of sexual playing, but each time it was used by Ann voluntarily, as it was this time, it gave an instant measure of excitement to both of them. During times of high arousal such as she was experiencing now she became totally uninhibited. Her eyes, usually a sparkly pale green would take on a pleading look of uncontrolled desire. Such was the case as he looked into them now.

"You really are stoked up, aren't you? I hope that this doesn't turn into a dare my dear. I don't think we can do it here on the beach. I'm afraid that I would lose this one if it were. It wouldn't be fair play in our game"

"No, not a dare. Just stating what I'm wanting at the moment. I need you in me. I'm very hot and I love the feeling of being a bit reckless and sexy."

"That's good honey, the hotter you are the better for both of us later." He rolled onto his side to face her and propped his head up with his arm. "You look extremely desirable when you are so horny!" he said grinning at her.

"Thank you," she said coyly.

"The boys gave you a good look when you walked by didn't they," he noticed that they were still directing their gaze periodically towards them.

"I offered them a good look. I told you that I felt completely wild doing what I did."

"Roll over on your back and give them another good look why don't you."

Ann shifted from lying on her side to a sitting position. Her breasts, although not as firm as they once were, still proudly displayed themselves. She casually surveyed the beach scenes around her. "OK, but first, it's my turn for a dare. We are into the extras today right?" looking at David's semi stiff cock she licked her lips and said, "your time to stroll lover. Walk down their past that older couple," she pointed to their left where an older ‘textiled' couple sat some twenty meters away, "then down to the water and back along until you get down there where I was standing. When I motion to you, and only when I motion to you, walk back to me."

"Easy enough," he stated, rising to his feet and setting off. 

She watched him stroll casually along the course she had set. In a few minutes he had turned at the water's edge and began walking slowly back. She had noticed that he had gotten himself under control, but he was still slightly stiff. He stopped in the directed spot and turned to face her. Heads in the group in front of them turned to casually observe his presence.

Ann held up her arm slightly, palm flat and facing towards him, an indication that he should remain in his position. She slowly parted her legs, spreading them enough to show her neatly trimmed cunt, the lips slightly parted and moist. She first smiled at him then quickly laid on her back raising her knees in the same motion. From David's advantage she looked like a woman who was completely ready to make love. 

And indeed she was and ready to prove it by her next motion. Ann moved her hand to her cunt and slowly rubbed it, just for a brief few seconds as if innocently relieving an itch. David knew that it was neither innocent nor did it relieve the itch that prevailed. The action had done its required work. He desperately tried to avoid thinking of it, but the more he tried the more vivid the thought became. He could feel himself gliding into that hot, moist love box of his wife. He began to have an erection. Surely she would call him back. But she didn't. She lay there fully exposed ready for his cock. It was too much for him; he turned around and stepped into the cool water to get control of himself.

A few minutes passed before he had settled down and he was able to turn back to the beach. Ann still lay fully exposed as he returned to her. He observed that there were others that also were enjoying her position.

"Got you good didn't I," she gloated. "Would you like to fuck me?"

"Of course I would. And probably three or four more of those guys over there would like to fuck you just as badly as I do."

"Did I win this one?" she asked. "Can I close my legs now?"

"Yes. You win this one, but it's not fair. You don't have the same visible reactions to contend with."

She giggled, "I can still get the reaction from you. That's a good thing." She turned to her side now and faced him. "I love you David," she purred, "and I am so very hot and horny!" 

"I love you too Sweetheart. You're lots of fun. I'm horny too! We should be able to make a great video tonight when Mark drops by."

"I don't believe you. You didn't make any plans like that."

"Wait and see Babe. Wait and see!" he chided her. "By the time I'm finished with you this afternoon, you won't care who is watching. Just like now. Look at you. Sopping wet you are!"

"I've got something for you sweetie," he said, reaching into his pack. Removing a towel from the pack he lay on his back. "Just in case I need it," he said. She was still on her side facing him. He stretched his right arm along side her. Roll on to my hand and arm he commanded her. She looked at him with surprise in her eyes. She anticipated what his next move would be. She ached to have her cunt massaged. Her belly felt tight again with excitement and she shivered a little with the thought of how bold this next move would be on their part. She hesitated in responding.

"OK. It's my turn and I dare you to roll on to my arm," he challenged.

"This might be a bit too much in the extra category dear, so stop if we are being too obvious," she responded to his challenge. She rolled next to him and he positioned his arm under her. The palm of his hand reached to her pubic mound and he felt the small neatly trimmed patch of air in his hand. She pushed herself hard against his hand. He moved his arm lower and tried to insert a finger into her slit. "Spread your legs some. Make it easier for me." She moved her legs apart slightly and he inserted one then two of his fingers into her very wet cunt. She let out a small moan as he worked them in a circular movement on her clit.

"Hmm that feels good honey. I need you though!"

"You will get the real thing later sweetie. Right now enjoy it. If you spread a bit more, the boys down there will have a better view. They seem quite interested!" She spread herself a tiny bit more. He loved it when his wife was excited to the point of where she was now. He probably could suggest mounting her right there and she would comply eagerly.

David covered his steadily hardening cock with his beach towel while he continued to rub her clit, causing Ann to quicken the pace of her breathing.

"Honey, You keep that up and you'll make me come soon," she told him. As a reply he rubbed faster causing her to press herself hard against his fingers. She started to rotate her hips slightly.

David removed his hand saying, "that's a bit too obvious my dear, we'd better stop." The three men lying between them and the water's edge had smiles on their faces. They obviously understood what was happening, but had not indicated so to their female companions. "The audience appreciated their show Sweetheart," he said, once more turning on his side towards her, the towel still discreetly positioned on his body. "Time to just lie here and enjoy the sun and surf."

The afternoon sun, now considerably more intense, beat down on them as they bathed in its heat, turning from time to time. ‘We forgot to bring a bottle of water today," Ann said. "Why don't we go for a walk and buy one somewhere. I'm tired of just laying here."

He looked at his watch. Two forty five. "Fine with me," he replied, "let's pack up and go. There are plenty of vendors along the beach." 

The beach area had become more crowded during the past 2 hours and after finding a bottle of water to purchase they walked slowly along near the water in order to avoid most of the traffic. Staying close to the water allowed them the freedom to continue sans clothes, which would most likely be not appropriate at street level or beyond. Although the local bylaws sanctioned only certain areas for nude sunbathers, it was generally accepted that at any part of the beach nudity would be tolerated. However, there were no exceptions at street level. Occasionally you would see individuals attempting to expand the borders of freedom and being confronted by a patrolling officer instructing them to return to a nudist area. 

They had reached the end of the more popular areas and the crowd had thinned out. "It's almost four o'clock, let's head back to the resort. If you like, we can stop for another iced cappuccino," David suggested.

"Maybe we can make love prior to dinner tonight and put this big thing to good use!" Ann said, giving his cock a playful pull. It felt warm in her hand. She could feel the pulse in it as it responded to her touch.

"No maybe about it," he retorted, "need I remind you we have a filming appointment tonight!"

"You just don't stop do you? I know you're not serious."

"Listen, I know I lost a dare this afternoon, but I'll have you know it is the only one today – so far," he added. 

"Yes," she was quick to reply, " and it's my turn again to think of something. I'll get you on the way home with something. Watch out!"

Ann slipped into her shift, tying the strings behind her neck, while David pulled on his shorts and buttoned his shirt. They made their way up to beach drive and started the walk back to their resort.

"Would you like an ice cream cone or maybe a dish of ice cream?" he asked as they approached a small store with a storefront freezer.

"No not really, I would prefer the iced cap that you mentioned earlier. Can we look in this ladies shop?" Ann said, spotting some light summer dresses in the window. "I noticed these the other day and I should se if there is something to take home for the girls. They always need something." Ann was always picking things up for the girls. Our two daughters were in their twenties, but Mom and Dad still needed to spoil them.

"I thought you were ready for some action in bed? Now you want to stop and shop?" David wasn't always that enthused about shopping.

"It's still my turn for the next dare dear," she shot back, "yes, I'm ready for what you've got. I have been since you started fingering me on the beach! Maybe I'll ask for it in here," she said stepping into the doorway. "Follow me like a good boy!"




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The boutique was empty of customers, and like all of the small stores it was crammed full of merchandise to the point of making it difficult to even walk between the racks of dresses and other articles of women's clothing. David disliked these kinds of boutiques, but the women it seemed, and Ann was no exception, thrived on sorting through all of the various over stuffed racks. He resigned himself to the next half-hour or so. He glanced at his watch. It was now four fifteen. They needed to hurry if his plan was going to unfold.

As they entered, the middle-aged woman who attended the shop was busy reading what looked like some sort of entertainment magazine. She greeted them and asked if she could help. It was an automatically programmed greeting, as she made no effort to lift herself from her stool behind the cash counter or to put down her magazine.

""We're just looking for now," Ann said pleasantly, "I'll call for help if I need it. Is that the fitting room there?" she queried the woman, pointing to the far end of the little shop where a curtained cubicle was located.

"Yes," the cashier answered, "if you need to try something on go ahead." She turned back to her magazine and continued to read.

"Thank you. I will." Replied Ann, as she made her way to the back of the store. Standing behind a dress rack Ann surveyed the store. The curtained cubicle was immediately behind her. The cashier was six or seven meters away with several racks of clothes between them. The storefront window was immediately to her left with another rack of dresses, which partially obstructed the view to street. She thought to herself, "this is bad what I'm going to do, but he wanted to play the extra dare game today. I'm going to win another one if I can!" 

Pretending to be interested in looking through the clothes on the rack she called, "David come here for a moment please." David made his way to her side. "I don't really want to buy anything here," she stated.

Somewhat surprised, David replied, "well let's head back then."

"I don't want to buy anything," Ann emphasized the word ‘buy', but I do want something!"

"What's that?"

"It's my turn for a dare! Right? Well then, I want you take your shorts down right now! I want your cock!" He looked at her in disbelief. He was genuinely surprised at her directness.

Ann regarded him with contained mirth. She didn't really expect him to comply and she would rub it in good when he refused to. In fact she would be relentless in her attack at his refusal, knowing that it would make for a great love making session later in the day.

David made a quick survey of the situation in the store. Still no customers. The cashier was engrossed in her story. Pedestrians on the street, if stopping to look inside, if they concentrated on their particular location, would likely meet with quite a shock.

Regaining his thoughts, he looked at her, still not knowing if she was serious or not. "One way to find out, I suppose," he said to himself, I couldn't let her win another round. After one more cautious look about, he unbuttoned and unzipped his shorts and let them fall to his ankles. "It's all yours," he whispered to her.

Ann's belly was turning in a knot from pent up excitement. It felt as though it was tight then loose and tight again. The sensation made her shiver. She had half contemplated taking her dare to a full engaging of the sex act, but she knew that that would be taking things too far. Seeing David's cock, now semi hard, fully exposed in front of her here in a public place had caused an immediate desire in her. She dropped to her knees and took him in her mouth stroking his shaft with her hands and rolling her tongue over the head. David hardened instantly. Ann was good at oral sex and enjoyed it immensely. Today she was especially excited by the act and she licked, sucked and deep throated him with excellent skill driving both her and David into reckless abandon.

Ann was not aware of when David had untied her straps, but when he asked her to stand up after several minutes on her knees, her shift fell to the floor and she stood naked. The cashier, if not engrossed in her magazine, would have seen Ann's taut breasts and shoulders exposed for the world to see.

Ann bent to retrieve her shift, but David held her from doing so. "Hold the edge of the rack Sweetheart." She understood what he was about to do and she shivered in a mixture of excitement and apprehension. This was a bit too daring! David stepped behind her as she leaned slightly over holding the dress rack. With one hand David began massaging and kneading her breasts, with the other he guided his cock to the entrance of Ann's wet cunt and rubbed it up and down the opening of her lips. She involuntarily moaned quietly and as David pushed himself deep into her steaming body, she thought her legs might give way due to the sensation. Instinctively she pushed back, moving her hips and wanting him still deeper inside of her.

David gave her several long deep strokes pulling her hips tight against his thrusts, followed by several rapid strokes. Then he pulled out of her and quickly gathered his shorts up. 

Ann said, "don't be mean. I need more!"

"Sweetheart, I know you need more, but that's enough for now. If we don't stop, the old girl over there will probably call the police." Ann stooped to pull her shift back onto her body. It was four twenty five. Only ten minutes had passed since they had entered the store.

They thanked the cashier as they left. She appeared to be as interested in them now as she was when they entered. "The owner of this place wouldn't have been very happy with his hired help today," David commented as they turned up beach Drive.

As they came towards the coffee bar once more, David glanced at his watch. Time was passing quickly and he wanted to get back to their apartment. "Let's have a small iced cap to go. What do you think? We can sip it while we walk."

"That's OK with me," Ann said as they entered the coffee bar.

"My turn Baby Doll," I want you sit and wait for me on that stool over there." He pointed to a vacant stool near the paying counter. A young couple sat at one end of the high table and there were two extra stools.

"OK," she answered and turned to go.

"Just a minute!" he said, "I told you it was my turn. I want you to climb up on the stool and face me over at the counter. When I nod at you, rest your feet on either side of the stool. When I nod again you spread your legs. If you don't give me a good enough view I'll keep nodding. By the way. I am daring you! We'll see how far you get with this one sweetie."

"We're not on the beach David. I don't want to be obscene. There is a limit you know."

"You say what? After what you pulled on me at the dress shop! Come on. Don't back out of the game now!" David walked to the counter as Ann positioned herself on the designated stool and turned to face the counter.

"He might get me on this one," she thought to herself. She was still extremely aroused and remembering the feel of his cock inside her just a few minutes earlier. The thought was lowering her resistance. Although there were no customers at the counter, there were several tables beyond where four or five individuals were sitting. If they looked her way, she would offer a full frontal. No problem at the beach, but in here it was a bit daring. Well that was their game wasn't it? She looked at David who had not yet ordered and was now looking her way. He nodded. She moved her one leg slowly to the side of the stool and rested her foot on the rung. Her dress, mid thigh length when standing, had shifted higher in the sitting position. She knew that just moving her one leg had already exposed her. Again she felt what was becoming a regular occurrence today, that familiar knot of excitement in her stomach that made her feel almost too weak to move. "What the heck," she said to herself, "on the beach everyone looks at everyone else. A little flash here shouldn't hurt their feelings. She slowly moved her other leg to rest her foot on the stool rung. She adjusted her position to make it look natural by leaning back and resting her elbows on the tabletop. She was now fully exposed to David and at least the counter attendant that was serving him. If David were to move some, the far tables would also have a completely unobstructed view of her. Ann was again beginning to have the uncontrollable urge to have David's cock in her. "We need to hurry back to the apartment," she was thinking.

David looked her way once the attendant left to prepare the drinks. "She's beautiful," he caught himself just before he sated his thought out loud. "And daring. I wonder how far she will go. I'd better not push her beyond a decent limit." He nodded, and Ann parted her legs just a tiny bit. "Is she playing coy, or is she resisting?" he asked himself.

"OK, my love," she said to herself, "if you so desire, I will strip naked, but I will not lose! You stop nodding when it's far enough.

David nodded once more and she responded. Again a nod and again her response was the same. Her still swollen lips were slightly parted. She could sense how wet she was.

David walked to the end of the counter closest to her, where the young attendant, his back to both of them, was just putting the lids on the drinks. Ann offered an unobstructed view of herself to the persons across the room. She was completely turned on once more. " I enjoy this," she said to herself. Perhaps, if she had not been so stimulated from all of the day's activities, she might not be so bold. They had played at this activity on many occasions, but never had they been as bold as they had today. A warm sensation flooded through her as she remembered laying in the sun on the beach and pushing down on David's fingers in her. She had wanted to bring herself to orgasm and was close when he had stopped caressing her. She could still feel the thrust of David's cock in her just minutes ago. "I've got it bad. I need him soon," she was thinking as he walked towards her carrying the drinks.

Behind David, she noticed that the young attendant had gotten a good look at her as he was struggling to position himself for another look past David' frame.

"Nice view Sweetheart," David said, "You can close up now if you like or I'll have to start charging the patrons!"

"You want this lover?" she asked quietly, keeping her legs spread. "It's yours for the taking!"

"Let's go then. We can't accomplish much here except giving folks a good look at what you have to offer." She swung down from the stool and they walked to the exit. Outside she said to him, "David, why did you want me to expose myself to the others in there? It's different at the beach where everyone is nude anyway. But inside the coffee shop is different."

"It's part of the game dear. You do remember that we were to be extra daring today. Besides, when I was standing at the counter I was watching the people at the tables on the other side of the room. There were five people there and all five were observing you. Even the two women. None of them were objecting. In fact," he continued, " you probably made their day. I'm sure that the sight of you will stay with them all for some time. And one more thing," he added as they turned the corner to walk the residential area back to the resort, "it made me horny knowing that those three guys and maybe the young sales guy too, were probably imagining the feeling of being inside you. Even the women seemed to be enjoying what you were doing! And another thin," he was on a roll now, " I'll bet you enjoyed it as well! You're probably wet and ready to make love right here if I was to suggest it."

She was silent pondering what he had said. She was not a prude by any stretch of the imagination. They had done lots of different items of daring playing their little games, but she was marveling at her boldness today. From late morning when she had spread her legs for the man with the video camera until now she had been in a perpetual state of readiness for lovemaking. It felt good. Very, very good.

"I need to tell you something David."

"What's that Sweetheart?"

"I've been ready for sex all day since we left the pool at lunch time."

"You don't have to tell me that! I certainly can see that!"

"It's not only that Honey. I've enjoyed doing what we did. I enjoyed watching you parade yourself in front of others. I enjoyed challenging you with certain situations. But what I find surprising right now and maybe it's got something to do with being on holidays or whatever, but I enjoyed exposing myself just now. In fact, I would have done anything more that you would have asked me to. I don't think I would just do it at any time, but on days like today I feel quite free and sexy.

"Ann you are a sexy lady! You've got a body that any woman 15 years younger would long for. Everywhere you go you radiate a sexuality. Men are always looking at you. They're not just saying "oh what an attractive lady". No their saying "man look at her – pure sex she is. Wouldn't it be great to have her!" Women for that matter too! I'm one fortunate guy to have you. Believe me!"

"Thanks David. You're my best fan for sure! I'm going to give you a wild ride in just a few moments.

"What would you say if I dared you to do it right now behind that tree up there? He pointed at a large tree just to their left.

"I'd say if you insist I will, but our room is only half a block away. The bed is more comfy I'm sure." She stopped to wait for his answer. 

The twilight of the day was darkening quickly. The daylight would end by five thirty. David glanced at his watch. It was four fifty. "The bed sounds good to me."

"Come with me," Ann said, walking behind the tree. David followed. "Take your shirt off," she commanded. He unbuttoned it and let it open. "I said take it off," she repeated her command. She was going to make him squirm a little before they arrived at the resort. David removed his shirt.

"Careful Sweetheart, we're quite exposed here and you never know who might come along."

Ann reached to the zipper on his shorts and undid it. With one hand she began rubbing David's chest and nipples. With the other she extracted his cock and began to stroke it. Slowly at first and more rapidly as it grew in size. 

"Give me five minutes by and I'll make you come," she murmured as she kissed his chest. She reached behind her neck and released the bow in her ties. Her dress dropped to her ankles. She kissed David hard on the mouth and pushed her breasts and pelvis hard against his body. "Hmmm! Your cock feels good baby. Do you want to fuck me?" she murmured.

"You bet I do, but not here and not just yet," he was resisting.

"I'm not finished with you yet!" Ann dropped to hr knees and took David's swollen cock into her mouth and sucked it deep into her mouth, slowly rolling her tongue on the head. David let out an involuntary moan. Ann thought to herself, "I'm crazy! What am I doing? I'm so hot and careless right now, but I love every minute of this. She unbuttoned David's shorts and let them fall to the ground. Ann stood up and stepped back from him. "OK dear let's get back to the room," she said, pulling her dress up and tying it about her waist leaving her top uncovered. Her breasts were taut from the cooler late afternoon breeze and her nipples were swollen and protruded in her state of arousal.

David stooped to retrieve his shorts. 

"Un uh," Ann commanded, "you tie your shirt around your waist. That's all you get! If you want, I'll make that a dare!" She smiled provocatively at him. David was extremely aroused at this point, but a bit conscious of their open surroundings.

It's not yet dark Sweetheart and we have a half block left to go. Are you sure?"

In reply to his question, Ann swung her backpack over a shoulder, picked up her beach mat and said, "follow me!" David finished wrapping his shirt around his waist, grabbed his shorts, mat and pack and fell into step behind her."

"You sure are dealing a few surprises Sweetheart. What's got into you?"

"You were the only thing in me today," she said coyly. "I told you, that what we've done today publicly has stoked my fires almost out of control!" Ann knew that they were being risky as far as being considered indecent by respectful standards, but she was exploring her newfound passion. She knew that she had to be careful to put some limits in place or they may face consequences later. But what the heck! There was total nudity at the beach and most likely illicit sex too. We're staying at a nudist resort. All we're doing is showing a bit of skin at the moment. The neighbors, if any were watching them walk the remaining meters to the entrance gate to the resort, would surely not be shocked.

They passed through the resort's entrance gate and started up the drive towards the reception area. A sidewalk on one side and a cycle path on the other bordered the drive. A variety of trees, shrubs and large colorful clay pots hosting flowering plants added to the semi-tropical nature of the entrance facilities.

Ann was wondering what more she could do shock David - and herself for that matter. She freely admitted that she was being quite reckless at the moment. Still, she was enjoying he experience. She halted just short of the lobby entrance and turned. "Here David, do you mind carrying this for me?" she asked, passing him her beach mat to take.

"Sure," David slipped it under his arm along with his own.

Ann removed her shift from around her waist and stiffed it into a side pocket of her pack. "This is a nudist resort isn't it?" she flung the comment at him with a glint in her eye.

"It is indeed my dear. And you are the most beautiful of all the guests," he pronounced with genuine appreciation as he gazed at his lovely wife. "You are a gorgeous doll, just made for pleasure! But we are getting a slight bit frisky are we not?" making reference to her current nakedness.

The reception desk was normally manned by one of the couple that owned the resort. They were a middle aged attractive couple that obviously had been in the nudist culture for many years. Tonight the husband was at the desk checking in a couple that appeared to be a bit nervous with the proceedings. Undoubtedly Mark would have given them his usual indoctrination while enroute from the airport, but like themselves eight days previously, the check in and the sheet of rules and ‘the proper conduct' being explained to them in graphic detail, was causing them some anxious moments. 

As Ann strolled through the lobby, David a step behind her, the newcomers gawked visibly. Ann left the lobby and walked the open air corridor, which led to the pool and garden area passing first the small restaurant, restroom facilities and the exercising and weight room. Reaching the pool they found it empty of guests. Judy could be seen at the far end straightening the last of the poolside lounges and gathering empty glasses.

"You don't need that anymore," Ann said removing David's shirt from around his waist. She took hold of his cock and gave it a few tender caresses. He began to harden again. "Honey," she teased, "it's against the rules to be sexually promiscuous inside the resort. Don't you remember?" she said as she walked towards their apartment.

"Hi Mrs. Carter," Judy offered a cheery hello as they approached. "Hi Mr. Carter. Did you have a good day outside?" That was the term they had become acquainted with as referring to when one was ‘outside' the walls of the resort's privacy. 

"We had a great day Judy!' exclaimed Ann. "Didn't we David?"

"Fantastic!" echoed David enthusiastically. "By the way Judy," he offered while enjoying the sight of Judy's charms, "we've told you before ‘Ann' and ‘David' and fine with us. No need to be so formal."




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"OK. Just a habit with me I suppose. I've been in this business for ten years or so and we're always taught to be polite." Judy had observed David's semi hard cock and it was noticeable that she had taken a longer second look. She did not appear to be bashful at all.

Entering their apartment, David checked the time. It was now ten after five. He needed to finish his preparations. "Hey before we pop into bed, lets freshen up a bit. A quick shower is in order. I'll take the first one."

"OK, but don't make it too cold."

"I'll be quick. You get out the vibrator and lubricant." I'll work you over good tonight." 

"Hmmm sounds good to me," she purred. Over the years they had experimented with a lot of the sex toys on the market vibrators being the most effective for them. Ann enjoyed being stimulated with them. When their lovemaking included them she would orgasm almost each time. Without them, although their sex was always enjoyable, it was sometimes not so easy for her to come. This afternoon though she knew she didn't need a vibrator, she had been on the verge of orgasm for hours it seemed. It had started when David fingered her cunt on the beach. She smiled as she reviewed in her mind the days activities, remembering trying to make herself come without him knowing so that he wouldn't stop caressing her. She couldn't prevent herself from her hip movements that had alerted him to her level of excitement. It was then he had stopped. If they had spent another five minutes in the dress shop, engaged as they had been, she was sure she would have come there as well. The rest of the afternoon with the flashing and walking nude on the street had brought her to her present heated condition.

She turned the vibrator on and began an up and down movement on her clit. It was swollen and sensitive. She shivered at the pleasurable vibrations and lay back on the bed. The shower had stopped. David would be here any moment. He liked to watch her masturbate. She'd do it for him.

When David opened the bathroom door he saw Ann on her back with her vibrator rhythmically moving between her legs. He stood above her and met her eyes with his. She then spread wide for his view and slowly pushed the vibrator until it's full length was inside her.

"Pretty darn hot aren't you?" he stated. Her eyes had gone a smoky color. Have a quick shower, but don't make it too cool." He took the vibrator from her and gave her a few deep thrusts that made her moan slightly and push up for more.

"Don't stop, " she pleaded with him.

"Make it a quick one," he said, "and hurry back!" He still had some preparations to do.

As soon as the water could be heard running, David found the video camera and set it on the dresser. The extra battery he set in the charger, which he plugged into the wall outlet. Next, because they were in a ground floor unit he pulled the drapes closed before he turned both bedside lamps on low setting. The room was filled with a soft light. "Should be more light," he said out loud to himself. He found the switch for the desk lamp and turned that on as well. He draped their bathrobes over the back of the chair adjacent to the bed. "There. That's it I think," again talking to himself. He looked at his watch. It was almost five twenty.

He opened the bathroom door as Ann stepped dripping from the shower. "Come here," he directed her, and began drying her off taking extra care to massage her breasts an press on her pubic mound. She pressed back and responded by kissing his shoulder. He directed her to the bed and laid her down on her. "I'm going to make you beg for my cock," he said.

"Go for it she," she responded.

He pinched her nipples and kissed her breasts. He began rubbing her hips and the inside of her thighs while kissing her stomach and.

Ann was steaming inside. She felt like crying out for David to just fuck her as hard as he could. She felt his kisses teasing her – moving closer and closer to her little patch of silky hair. She spread her legs anticipating even more intimate kisses. She was almost impatient now wanting his tongue in her.

David kneeled on the floor beside the bed and pulled her nearer the edge. Ann spread her legs wide, lifting her feet to the edge of the mattress. David kissed her full on her cunt, their lips now parted. He darted his tongue inside her. Ann moaned with pleasure and raised her hips and pushed hard against his mouth. David was relentless in his attack. He sucked and licked her clit with rapid motion. Ann's body was moving in rhythm to David's mouth and tongue. She was contracting with jolts of pleasure each time David returned to her clit. She knew she was building towards climax quickly and said between clenched teeth she said, "I'm close to it baby. Oh that's good. Oh baby, I need you to fuck me. Fuck me baby. I need you now!"

There was a knock at the door. He gave her one more flick of his tongue on her cunt. "Don't answer it honey. Forget it!" she said.

He grinned at her, lying there close to orgasm. "Remember this morning dear? The dare about asking Mark to video us? Well, I did ask and he's right on time. I said be here at five thirty and he is." He watched the look on her face go from wonder, to disbelief and then to comprehending that indeed I was telling her the truth.

"No! You didn't?"

"Oh yes I did," he said standing up and pitting on his robe. He handed the other robe to her. "Put this on – for now," he grinned at her wickedly then went to answer the door. Mark stood there clean cut and handsome, dressed in a casual shirt and short pants.

"Hi Mark! Come on in. I wasn't sure if you'd actually be here or not tonight."

"Hi David. Ann." He nodded her way just as she finished tiring her robe. "Well, David, I've been here at this resort for a couple of years and you might not believe this, but your request is certainly not new to me or to Judy, for that matter. We often get propositioned for sex, which, of course, is taboo if we want to keep our jobs. On the other hand, several times a year I am asked to video couples while they make love and there's nothing in the rules about that. So you see, you didn't shock me this morning at all. I might add also that you certainly are one of the most attractive couples to visit us this year. Both Judy and I compare notes every day!" he smiled.

Ann's stomach had contracted with a mixture of apprehension, butterflies and stimulation. Her cunt was burning. "How could you do this?" she thought the question. A bit of public flashing is one thing, but full-fledged love making in from of a camera? This might be taking it a bit too far. Her and David should maybe discuss this before much more time went by.

"David?

"Yes dear?

"Should we talk about this?

"We did. This morning as I recall. You dared me. Remember?"

"Yes, but I didn't think we were serious about it at that time."

David walked to where she was sitting on the edge of the bed. He leaned over and whispered in her ear. "Are you hot? Do you want to get fucked?" She looked into his eyes and saw the intensity in them.

"Yes. Yes and more yes for sure. I just don't know about having someone video us."

He whispered into her ear once more. "Relax, We'll concentrate only on us."

She felt the butterflies once more. She wanted to be reckless and it was happening to her for sure.

"Mark, the camera is there. I'm sure you know how to use it. There's an extra battery in the charger over there," he said, pointing to the wall outlet. 

Mark turned the camera on and adjusted the hand strap for fit. "You two just ignore me. I'll get you the results you need. One thing though, it is always a better result if neither one of you looks at the camera or me. Just concentrate on each other. Like they do in the movies," he added.

Ann still sat at the edge of the bed struggling with her conflicting senses of modesty and wantonness. David walked to her. "Ready?" he asked with a wide grin.

Before, she could answer, David had untied his robe and let it slip to the floor. "Suck my cock Sweetheart. I dare you," he challenged. "No stopping you this time. I promise. David wasn't sure if this would go much further. It was and had been a long time fantasy of his to do something like this. He was excited, but at the same time a bit nervous. This was taking their lovemaking to a different extreme.

Ann's stomach was churning with butterflies and she felt weak. She couldn't have stood if she needed to. David's cock was inches from her and she could feel her passion quickening. After all, she had been on the verge of orgasm only minutes before. Her cunt was still throbbing. "Forget it!" she told herself, "forget the camera and the extra person. Just go for it. You've wanted this since the beach. Enjoy myself." 

Ann reached out to David's semi erect cock and stroked it. She was aware of Mark changing his position and coming for a close-up. She ignored him as instructed and closed her mouth over David. He sprang to life immediately. Ann worked his shaft expertly her with mouth and hands. In minutes she could sense David was building towards a climax. "You want to come already?" she asked, as she fondled and licked him.

"Not just yet baby, but you sure do me good! Stand up beside me."

She stood up as directed. Drawing her close to him, crushing her breasts on his chest, David kissed her passionately on the mouth, tasting himself on her lips. Turning her to face Mark, he stood behind her and reached around to feel her body, rubbing her breasts and cunt through the material of the robe. He kissed her on her neck and ran his lips along the nape of her neck. Whispering to her he said, "remember don't' look at the camera!" She only listened. Her response was only to his caressing hands. Ann, with her eyes closed and concentrating on his touch, sensed him working free the knot on her robe tie. Again she experienced a wave of butterflies that made her legs tingle and then bend from weakness. The sensation was stronger, much stronger than the one she had experienced earlier in the coffee bar.

David loosed the tie and allowed her robe to open. Slowly he moved his hands up her body to her fully exposed breasts. He gently rubbed and fingered each erect nipple causing ripples of pleasure to travel and intensify in power as they reached between her legs. David, squeezing Ann's breast with one hand, moved his other down to her wet cunt and inserted his finger rubbing and pressuring her clit. Ann moaned with pleasure and spread her legs. She watched Mark come close with the camera to catch the action. She spread further to give him a full view. "OK", she thought to herself, "no hesitation. I'm ready to give it all tonight!" David's finger had started her excitement racing once more.

Still standing in a frontal view, ann. moved her shoulders forcing the robe to fall to the floor. She pushed the cheeks of her backside firmly against David's cock. He thrust himself against her. She was becoming weak with the sensation of desire. 

David gently positioned her onto the bed. "Spread your legs wide Sweetheart," he coaxed. She was swimming in her need for him now. Anything he wanted she would do. She was sure of that! She spread her legs wide and on cue Mark came in for a shot. David was sucking her nipples now. She raised herself towards the camera.

She was ready to cry out for him to relive her of her need. She wanted him inside her. "Fuck me David! Please fuck me now! I need you in me. Please." She reached for his cock, but he avoided her grasp and moved between her legs. She raised her cunt to meet his mouth and cried out as he immediately sucked and tongued her clit.

Mark was trying to get all of the action as close as possible and he frequently moved in close and then away at a distance to capture on video the two bodies working together. Ann was kneading her breasts and working her nipples feverishly. Once again, she started her body moving in rhythm to David' mouth and tongue. 

"David, turn around on me," she pleaded I want to suck you. I need your cock in my mouth!"

David inserted two fingers into her and curled them upwards working the spongy little spot that sometimes drove her over the edge. Her thrusts became more forceful as he worked his fingers." He's going to make me come doing that," Ann thought. "I need him in me." 

David watched her as he fucked his fingers, "what a beautiful lover she is. Pure sex and passion –especially right now. He was aching to drive his cock into her, but it was fun keeping her on the edge. He knew she was there, he could feel it in the way she moved and responded to each little change of movement in his fingers.

"David, I need your cock!" Ann exclaimed through clenched teeth. 

With an impulsive thought, David wondered if she would suck on Mark. The thought was an immediate turn on. Without thinking, David said to Mark, "do you want to take off your shorts?"

There was no asking twice. Mark understood quite well what David was suggesting, although Ann had not heard what he had said. Mark slipped out of his shorts and underwear and stood filming the activity as before. His cock was not large, bur it was standing full and erect while he filmed.

Ann's eyes widened when she turned her head in Mark's direction and noticed what he had done. She looked at David and caught his eyes. David rubbed her clit with his thumb and she moved even harder against his hand. Still with locked eye contact, he motioned with a nod towards Mark's cock.

Ann couldn't believe this was happening to her. She felt as though she were in a porn movie. She and David had seen enough of them to know the kinds of things that went on with group sex situations, but neither of them had expressed any desire to get involved in a situation like that. She knew what David was offering and she knew that it was going to happen she just couldn't believe it was real. Her body ached for a cock. Her arm reached for Mark and she began stroking him as she moved in time with David's fingers inside her.

"Put the camera down Mark. Let Ann have what she wants. Mark set the camera on the night table and propped the pillows behind Ann, allowing her to be in more of a sitting position. Ann without a hesitation eagerly took him in her mouth and worked his shaft with all of the skill of a professional. David was mildly surprised to see his wife perform so willingly. David began to tongue Ann's clit once more and this time he didn't let up. He knew she was ready to explode by the way she moved against his mouth. Ann's orgasm built quickly and when she exploded she arched her back up against him as she cried out in pleasure.

Ann was quick to recover and proceeded to mouth Mark's cock hard and furious, stroking it now with both hands." I'm ready to come," he said, trying to pull out of her mouth. Ann wanted him to come in her mouth and she held him with both hands as he spurted a creamy liquid stream into her. She swallowed every drop and continued licking him dry.

David had watched in wonder as his wife worked her skills. Mark had reached orgasm within five minutes!

"You're a good lover Sweetheart! Something special I'd say. What do you think Mark?"

"Ann, you are absolutely beautiful! It's pleasure to know you!" he said with genuine feeling. "I hope you will not think badly of me, but I just couldn't refuse. I didn't really want to take advantage of you unless you were willing."

"I was willing, couldn't you notice?"

"I most certainly did."

"Now, the question my dear is, are you willing to do me in like manner?" David quizzed her. 

"Try me lover!" said Ann reaching for her husbands swollen cock.

David caught Mark's eye and nodded towards his wife's cunt. Mark understood the message.

Ann took David's large cock into her mouth and began to work on it. She felt mark's hands on her thighs, gently forcing them apart. She helped him willingly and eagerly thrust herself against his mouth and tongue. She couldn't remember ever being so completely uninhibited and excited at the same time. Mark was extremely skillful at oral lovemaking. She had never experienced it quite so good with David. She knew she was fast approaching another climax and she worked feverishly with her hands and mouth on David. The day's activities had primed David and he climaxed quickly. Ann sucked and swallowed every drop from him. David gently pushed her onto her back and began kissing and sucking her breasts and nipples. 

Ann concentrated on being in rhythm with Marks sucking and probing. She felt her climax building deep within her and she came with convulsions of pleasure racking her body as Mark expertly brought her to the peak.

All three of them were on the bed. David smiled at his wife lying there looking flushed satisfied. "You are a special woman," he said to her, "I told you were made for pleasure!"

"Hmm, that was good!"

"I have some more plans involving you."

"And what would that be, if I may ask?" she replied a bit cheekily.

He bent down and kissed her hard on the mouth. " You've asked me several times today if I wanted to fuck you. Well, the answer is yes, you bet I do! But first I need to get it up again!"

"I can probably help with that!"

"No doubt you could Sweetheart!"

Mark sitting on the bed had been quietly watching and listening asked, "Would you want me to start filming again?"

David noticed that Mark's cock was one again fully erect. He pondered the thought of asking Ann if she wanted to take on the two them. Perhaps, that would be pushing things past the limit. After all, he had not expected that Ann would have blown the both of them like she had.

Ann noticed David looking at Mark's stiff cock and instinctively she knew what he was thinking. He's going to ask me to have sex with him! Her mind was racing, remembering all of the times in their past when she had wondered what it would be like to make love to another accomplished lover. She had had several encounters sexually prior to meeting David. All had been hurried and less than memorable encounters with young inexperienced partners. But since they married she had never fucked another man. Not that she hadn't had numerous offers to do so. Most of the offers had come from David's office buddies over the years. She admitted to herself that sometimes she had wanted to, but she had always held back. Once she had come close to actually going the distance with another man. It had happened very spontaneously and her memory of the occasion surfaced from time to time since the incident. 

They had been away from home at the wedding for a daughter of a friend of David and Ann. The wedding ceremony had taken place later in the afternoon and the reception was being held at the hotel facilities where they had booked rooms. Late in the evening, feeling light headed and a bit sleepy from too much wine, Ann had went for a walk in the hotels inner gardens and pool area to clear her head. The gardens had appeared empty of persons at this hour and she was startled when a man's voice said, "too loud and smoky in there isn't it?" 

Catching herself from the unexpected question, she turned and saw a very handsome man that she had noticed earlier in the evening. He was an out of town guest at the wedding and she thought that he had been introduced as a cousin or some other close relation to their friends.

"Oh! Yes – on both accounts I suppose," she had answered.

"I've noticed you all evening," he volunteered, keeping the conversation going, "I find you very attractive and your dress is quite perfect for you. It accentuates your lovely figure." He had exuded a charm and confidence that instantly had removed any resistance from her in continuing with a discussion. Each time she recounted the experience to herself, she marveled how in only seconds she had succumbed to his seductive presence. Perhaps, it had been the effect of the wine, or maybe it was just his appealing looks and charm and how he had offered compliments to her, but she remembered having felt a total surrendering of herself to this stranger. In effect it had been an almost hypnotic state she had been in.




Photographic Memory



Her body had visibly shivered in his presence and then he said, "here, you're cold." He draped his jacket over her bare shoulders.

As he covered her shoulders it had been a instinctive action of hers to reach her arms around him and draw him close. That was her only explanation – it had been simply a reflex on her part. But it had not stopped there. It was incredible to remember. She had only been in this man's presence less than sixty seconds and she was pressing her body to his. He had lifted her chin at that point and very deliberately said, looking her to eyes, "I want to make love to you!" then he kissed her long and passionately on the mouth. She had responded immediately. Their hands had explored each other as long time lovers do while their kisses became hotter and hotter. Her breasts had been set free of the gown she wore and he kissed and massaged each of them in turn. She had been swimming in desire and after only two or three minutes!

"Should we make love here or in my room?" he had posed the question between kisses to her mouth. Each time Ann remembered the experience she knew it was at this point that she had regained some control again. Had he not asked the question, she would have let him take her right there and then. But, going to a stranger's room? What was she doing? This was getting out of hand! What had come over her – in just minutes! Their marriage was a good one and who was she trying to kid – she didn't need any one other than David to satisfy her.

"I'm sorry," she had told him, "I shouldn't be here! Please don't think badly of me. I'm not sure what came over me just now." 

"Not to worry," he had volunteered, "I understand. But, one thing before you go."

"What's that?" 

"Thank you for making my evening so delightful." He was a charmer alright!

She was glad that it hadn't gone the distance, but she often found herself, wondering what it would have been like to experience quick sex with an absolute total stranger. At times like that she would find the memory stimulating.

Mark was an attractive man. He certainly knew how to give oral sex. She was inquisitive to know if he was as good with his cock, but she certainly didn't want to cause any problems between her and David. If David gave her the sign she would give her all. "That's the way I am today! I've just had two great orgasms in the last half hour and I'm just as stoked now as I was in the beginning." She thought to herself. She was feeling butterflies in the pit of her stomach once again.

David mad eye contact with her. He didn't say a word. He just smiled at her.

"He's playing with me," she thought to herself. "Does that look mean another dare?" Ann asked David. He continued to just smile at her.

Mark, not knowing what to do at this point and feeling somewhat like an outsider to whatever was being played out between Ann and David, started to rise from the bed.

Ann reached out and prevented him from doing so. "Mark, David wants me to fuck you. Are you willing?" She was challenging David to put a stop to anything further. 

Mark, uncertain as how to respond, looked at David. David nodded at him and said, "it's OK with me on one condition. She takes me on also!" He turned to Ann, "Sweetheart you ready for two at a time?" 

Ann's butterflies kicked into high gear. As an answer she reached out to Mark and pushed him on to his back. "I'm going to let it all happen," she said to herself as she straddled Mark, positioning herself to take his erect cock. Marked massage her breasts and taking a nipple into his mouth he began to suck hard.

David stroked her ass ad rubbed her hole with his thumb as he fingered her cunt rolling his knuckles on her clit. Ann moaned with pleasure. David took Mark's cock and began rubbing it's swollen head up and down along the lips of his wife's cunt. Ann began to move in time to the movement of Mark's cock, wanting it inside her. She tried anticipating the next stroke and to move opposite to it trying to force it into her. David kept it from penetrating.

Finally Ann could not keep from blurting out, "put it in me, fuck me!" David complied and directed Mark's cock for penetration. Mark thrust it deep into Ann as she moaned and greedily consumed it.

Ann was more than aroused, the walls could come crashing down around them, but she would not have stopped. Her breasts were swinging wildly, rubbing their nipples on Mark's chest hairs. She leaned down and kissed Mark on the lips. He responded with several quick thrusts into her.

Ann thought," I'm crazy for doing this, but I'm not stopping. My husband is right here, it's OK." She looked at David and he smiled at her. She noticed that he was hard again and stretched out her hand to take hold of his cock. He moved out of her reach.

David watched as his wife perform with enthusiasm. We're crazy, he was thinking, but it seems OK tonight. He was fully aroused again. He picked up the squeeze tube of lubricant from the bedside table and applied a liberal on his hand. David proceeded to rub it over Ann's bottom, at the same time inserting his finger occasionally into tight hole. David positioned himself behind her and moved his finger in and out of her ass in time to Ann moving up and down on Mark. Every now and then David inserted two fingers to widen the hole. Ann was pushing back now against his hand while she rode Marks cock. David began rubbing the inside wall of her cunt, feeling Mark's cock thrusting in and out of her.

"I'm going out of control," ann. was thinking. "Mark's cock is burning me and David's fingers are driving me wild. I feel out of control. I just want more!" she made her thrusts even harder. She could feel another climax building. "David, baby!" she said through clenched teeth, I need you to fuck me too. Put your cock in me baby! I'm getting close."

"Where to you want it?"

‘Fuck me anywhere baby! Anywhere she moaned, "I' close!"

"Hold it a moment Sweetheart. Turn around and lay on Mark,' David instructed her. Ann quickly turned around on Mark, sitting on his hip area and propping herself up with her arms. Mark reached around and cupped her breasts. His cock was standing up pushing against the wet, swollen lips of Ann's cunt.

David reached for it. Ann lifted herself slightly and David directed Mark's cock inside her once again. They both moaned at the sensation and began to move in unison. 

"Lay back on him Sweetheart." Ann laid back on Mark's chest. Mark continue with deep thrusts as David began to suck on Ann's clit. 

Ann gasped at the touch of his tongue and exploded in her third powerful orgasm.

"Turn over Ann," Mark asked when ann. had regained a bit of composure. It was the first time Mark had spoken during the activity.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Just lay on me," I'll show you.

David watched as his wife straddled Mark once more. Mark inserted his cock in her and drove it deep.

"David, fuck Ann from behind. Run your cock in next to mine."

Ann reacted instantly to the thought and she found it hard to believe that her passion was building again so quickly. Her cunt seemed to ignite with pleasure once more as she felt David' hard shaft enter her from behind and stretch her open.

Ann could sense the wild excitement of both men as they pounded away on her. She lay between the two of them, moving her hips just enough to pressure each lover's cock at every thrust. 

"I'm there!" Mark said, "You want me to come in you?"

Ann didn't reply to the question. Instead, she pushed harder on him to take him deeper. Mark started his climax. Ann felt an electric charge go though her loins and belly as Mark's stream of hot liquid filled her. David felt the spasms from Mark's cock pressed against his, followed by the warmth of the liquid spilling into Ann.

Ann felt in control now. She was directing the action. "Stay in me Mark," she commanded him. "David fuck me in the ass."

David needed no second order. He repositioned and penetrated her tight little hole, which was still thoroughly lubricated. Ann gasped at the sudden widening of her hole and her reflexes squeezed David's cock. David was excited at complying with his wife's order and he immediately began to feel himself edging closer to a climax. 

"Mark, fuck me some more." Mark was still sensitive, but quite hard. He complied with her order.

David could feel Mark's cock inside Ann as he drove his own in and out of her tight hole.

Ann sensed David was ready to come and she pushed back hard at him, taking his cock deep up her ass.

She felt David's rush of creamy liquid come as a hot surge deep inside of her and she let out an involuntary moan of pleasure and satisfaction.

All three lay quietly side-by-side on the bed, each reflecting on their own thoughts of the actions of the past hour. Finally Mark rose, slipped on his shorts and shirt and said, "Ann you were great! David, see you tomorrow."

"Bye Mark," David said, "thanks for dropping by."

When Mark had closed the door, Ann turned to David. "Any reservations on what just happened dear?"

"No Sweetheart. I have none at the moment. I just feel satisfied. Maybe later we might look back and say we were silly, but for now, well all I can say is that I enjoyed it immensely."

"You guys made me come three times in an hour. I can't believe I did that!" she exclaimed. "It must have been the sun and our little game we played all day, but I'm still turned on. I could take you on again dear!"

"Dinner first Sweetheart, then we'll see."

"David."

"What?"

"Do you think Judy runs a video camera?" Ann said with a sparkle in her eye.

David chuckled, "I wouldn't know. However, I dare you to ask her!"