4 comments/ 66654 views/ 10 favorites A Gift of Unimagined Pleasure By: fazza91 It had all started well just over twenty hours ago when Julie had woken to find herself unexpectedly sharing a soft kiss with a shadowy figure stooping over her side of the bed. By the time she had sat up and was trying to open her eyes properly, Simon was already out the front door and hopping into his car for work. Turning the light on, the anniversary card she found on his pillow completely surprised her. He usually forgot such things. Even better were the gift voucher and the handwritten note that dropped out of it. The stunning twenty eight year old squealed and clapped her hands with delight as she re-read them. He’d actually been listening when she had said she wanted something daring and different as an anniversary present this year. And having some professional semi-naked and nude shots taken of her in her prime was something she had hinted at for three years now. She smiled remembering the diplomacy she’d had to use to decline his well-meaning offers to take photos of her on his phone. Only one thing had ever stopped her going off and doing it by herself - the reality of standing completely alone with little or no clothing on before a total stranger wielding a camera. A few times, she had suggested to Simon she’d like to book a session provided he came along for moral support. It wouldn’t be cheap for professional shots but they weren’t short of money. All she needed from him was to take a half day off his business. But he had always had some reason why he couldn’t help her each time. The voucher said her booking was for noon today. In a mixture of nervous excitement, she again read the handwritten note attached to it. It not only began by saying he’d meet her there at twelve but that he’d also paid to have a set of photos taken of them as a couple right after hers. Maybe she could talk him into some naughtier shots with both of them partly naked. But more pleasing was the proposal to share fish and chips on the beach straight afterwards with a small bottle of champagne. That had her sprinting to the shower, eager to get the day started. Under it she madly planned the whole day out. The session was booked at a nearby photo studio, one Julie had researched it carefully a while ago after a mutual friend said she knew the photographer. She’d found that the owner, Helen, was indeed a professional whose specialty was taking private adult, nude or semi-nude shots of individuals and couples as well as her magazine and internet work. Best of all, Julie felt pleased at Simon’s choice had been so considerate; she would be a lot more at ease posing in front of a female. Delicately she trimmed her pubic hair for the new swimsuit she’d bought to pose in. Under a loose T-shirt, she decided she would wear a pair of snug shorts to highlight her shapely athletic legs and bottom. As she put on old clothes to start thoroughly cleaning the house, she hoped she was seeing the romantic side of Simon re-emerging. To make the most of their time together this afternoon, she would work frantically to get their home all set up for the small fully-catered party they had planned for a few friends tonight. Five hours later she was rushing into the studio. The clock on the wall said it was just after noon. Standing before the receptionist taking what seemed to be a quick call, she glanced back to see a very attractive young woman her age enter and stand behind her at the counter. Julie’s mind guiltily thought about the expense of the new racy thong bikini in her bag, especially since this would be the only place it would ever be likely to be worn. Where was Simon? He was obviously a little late. Ending her call, the receptionist ignored them both and raced to the door. Leaning back through it almost as an afterthought, she announced that the photographer was running a bit late and that she would just be gone for fifteen minutes or so getting a sandwich. Neither Julie nor the other young woman had time to ask just how late before she vanished. They both sat down. Between unsuccessful attempts to get Simon to text back where he was, Julie thumbed through one of the display portfolios lying on the table. She took a liking to some of the less mainstream poses of a few of the individuals and couples inside it. To pass the time, she decided to see if the tall beautiful girl in the chair alongside her browsing the other album wanted to talk. The receptionist’s bizarre disappearance reminded Julie of a funny story in her job as a reporter. After a quick introduction, she told it and they both fell into fits of laughter. She knew she’d chosen the right photographer when Chloe went on to tell her she was a photographic model. A query revealed the girl hadn’t used Helen professionally before, but confirmed she had an impeccable reputation in the industry. Chloe went on to tell Julie a hilarious story herself, about a bad day in the life of one of her fellow models at another studio that ended with her falling off roller skates that were all she was wearing and breaking her arm. Pointing out to Chloe what poses she had chosen, Julie was a bit taken aback when the girl said she was thinking of cancelling her own session. There was a look of sadness in the girl’s eyes as she elaborated that this was to have been a personal shoot, not a business one, and that her girlfriend had thrown her out of their unit that very morning. To distract Chloe from her woes, Julie decided to ask the girl for an opinion on a shot she fancied. She opened her landscape folder to a nude full-length body shot taken of a wistful looking young woman reclining back against a wall. Mentioning though she would never have thought of doing anything like this without her husband being there for support, she waited for the girl’s reply. After Chloe’s complimentary response, saying Julie had the great legs needed to really carry the shot off, the girl in turn asked Julie her views on two poses of a near naked couple kissing in her own album. After Julie had enthused and disclosed she was hoping Simon would relent and join her in doing something like that, Chloe even started suggesting ways that Julie might embellish the pose to make it a tad more daring. Interrupting their chat, Julie made yet another call. Damn Simon for now having his mobile phone turned off. There was an immediate thud of a largish body against the front glass door. An obviously harried woman in her early fifties managed to successfully to push open the door, hold it there with one elbow and guide herself through with a tripod and a case of gear under both arms. “Hello. I’m Helen. Apologies everyone,” she managed to get out as she somehow avoided dropping gear all over the floor on her way over through to the door opposite. “Bloody traffic at lunchtime. Now, where is that receptionist?” But before they could answer, the plumpish photographer had vanished through the doors and into her studio like the rabbit in Alice in Wonderland. Looking more like a middle aged teacher in her cardigan and thick black glasses, a less flustered Helen suddenly re-emerged five minutes later, took a dog-eared diary off the reception desk and was immediately in control. Julie’s phone suddenly beeped. Snatching it from her handbag, she saw the message was from Simon. “Sorry. Busy rest of day.” She poignantly turned the phone off, eyes and throat tingling with sadness. “Chloe Williamson and Shauna Johnson?” Helen read aloud, casting a look more like a friendly doctor’s over her glasses at both Julie and the girl. “Thank God! Both seem to be present. Which of you is, er , Chloe?” The woman froze inquiringly over her bifocals waiting for the answer. “I am,” Chloe volunteered, getting to her feet. “Much as I don’t want to, I’m afraid I’m here to cancel. Shauna and I just split up this morning.” She looked down at the floor uncomfortably before murmuring. “Is the deposit refundable?” “Usually no, sweetheart. Which one of you paid?” the photographer announced with a kindly look at Chloe then a much less friendly one at Julie. “Shauna thought from the outset that this was all just an extravagant waste of money so I did,” Chloe finally murmured. The woman was glaring daggers at Julie by now. “Wait. I’m not Shauna!” Julie spluttered as she got to her feet, anxious to correct the photographer’s misapprehension. “I’m Julie Driscoll. My husband, Simon, is also meant to be here for shots of me then some of us both, but that message was to say he’s done his usual bunk. So I guess I may have to postpone. Sorry to interrupt.” “Julie. Julie and Simon Driscoll?” Helen checked referring to her diary. “Aha! It says here your husband indeed rang this morning saying he had to postpone your joint sitting. He did suggest however that you use the extra money paid to get a whole lot more shots taken of yourself,” she added. Julie’s face dropped. “I have enough already being taken of me already. He said he was going to be here for me today so I could keep my nerve and go through with this. That was the most important bit of him being here. He knew I couldn’t do it alone.” There was silence for a while. Finally Helen piped up. “If you feel you can trust me, how about we just do the individual ones of you here and now and postpone the joint ones of you two as a couple until later on.” “It’s not trusting you so much as having your husband support you on your anniversary,” a teary Julie began, then faltered and dabbed a tissue found in her handbag to her eyes. She thought briefly of coming back another day. Inside though she realised that Simon would never come along with her. If she was going to ever do this, it was now or never. An unexpected hand came over from Chloe and gave hers a comforting squeeze. “It’d be no good taking twice as many shots of me,” Julie said with a quaver in her voice. “And the money side is unimportant. But shots of us together might be like gold one day as memories. Right now I feel like walking out and abandoning the whole thing.” “No. You have to persist. Do the ones you’ve shown me, at least,” Chloe urged. “So what if he’s not here. I’ll stay here and be your support if you like, provided of course that’s okay with Helen.” Julie looked up at Helen whose nod said yes. “Would you? God, thanks Chloe,” Julie heard herself hoarsely stammer as butterflies rose inside. She wiped a tear away and sat up straight. “It’s up to me, I guess.” She took a long brave breath. “Okay. Let’s do it then.” “Excellent. Let’s do it indeed.” Helen agreed. “Now Chloe, I’m sorry about your break-up but rather than throwing your own deposit away, why don’t you get a few individual shots of yourself taken to the value of it. After all, you’ll be around being the Good Samaritan for a little while anyway?” Helen looked kindly into the girl’s young face. “I can double you up with Julie and we can save time not having to do two separate sets of make-up, hair and photos together over the next few hours. You two had my afternoon booked between you anyway.” “Fine by me,” came Julie’s nod of agreement, then Chloe’s. “I assume you both want to wear bathers to start with?” drew another pair of nods. “Okay. Who’s up first then?” Chloe pointed cheekily to Julie. “Good,” Helen said rubbing her hands. “Julie, as soon as my assistant is back and she’s made you up, I should also be set up and raring to go too.” Twenty minutes later the two young women had emerged from the change cubicles in the studio and were sitting side by side in short silk robes. The prodigal receptionist had done Julie’s face and eyes and was halfway though brushing out her tawny shoulder length hair and asking Chloe if she would like to begin her session with her slightly longer straight brunette hair loosely tied behind in a long pony tail. As Julie got more and more nervous waiting for Helen to set up the last light stands, she nervously grabbed Chloe’s hand to let her feel how antsy she was becoming. “Relax. You’ll be just fine out there. Just enjoy yourself,” Chloe had reassured her then stopped Julie dead in the tracks with an unexpected question. “Who were you doing the individual shots for? You or your husband?” “Sixty percent for me, forty for Simon I guess,” Julie said after a pause. “He’s a bit unusual for a man. Likes to look at shots of skimpily-clad or undressed females. I’d just would have liked him to include mine in his repertoire in the future whenever he does.” “Does he also like shots of girls together?” Chloe asked after a thoughtful pause. “You mean, suggestive ones?” Julie asked warily, wondering why the girl had asked. “Yes. Sexy photos,” Chloe persisted. “Sure,” Julie admitted. “Why?” “After your individual shots, what say I cancel my individual shots, throw the money in with the credit from your couple shots, and we get Helen to take some impromptu ones of us together?” Chloe proposed. “From my past experience and our talking earlier, I just might have some ideas you might like. If you want to be slightly daring, that is.” “Keeping the credit’s useless. Simon’s always going to be a no show.” She started to redden when she realised she hadn’t ever got close to actually saying the ‘no thanks’ intended as her original answer. “Deal!” a delighted Chloe beamed. “I get what I want out of this and Simon gets his thrills from the photos, but what on earth would you get out of us doing sexy shots together?” Julie asked. “Simple,” Chloe replied. “I’ve only ever done raunchy shots with Shauna, so I get to exact some harmless revenge of sorts on her just by doing sensual shots with someone else. I say harmless because after we do them, I won’t take any copies away to show her.” Chloe smiled then continued “You could take some harmless revenge on Simon too. Just leave a few of our shots where he can find them. Imagine him dying to ask you what you did and you saying a girl offered to take his place?” Julie realised Chloe had seen her hesitate. The girl leaned forward and Julie saw her face lit up as she whispered confidentially “Plus, I really liked the poses you had in mind for the pair of you. We can emulate some of them, or do our own theme together. Maybe call it Love and Revenge. It might end up being a real hoot,” Chloe ended by musing. “Julie, you’re first,” Helen interrupted, stooped over behind one of the trained cameras. Chloe’s last words, “Think about it and tell me later what you think,” were echoing in Julie’s head as she timidly padded onto the set and did her first few self-conscious guided poses before Helen looked up over her camera expectantly. A reassuring wink from Chloe made it easier to discard the robe. In moments between the next set of poses carefully choreographed by Helen, she was bashfully aware she was in a G string bottom for the first time ever. Helen must have sensed this assuring her she had such a nice figure with great shaped legs and a perfect bum. Julie started to relax more then, and to even flirt a bit with the camera. Soon she became calm enough to find herself considering Chloe’s offer, glancing over to the striking girl attentively watching. The young woman hadn’t had to volunteer to stay. She must think of a way of thanking her. The model certainly didn’t look like she imagined a lesbian would, looking so frail and feminine on the sidelines in the short robe standing on one long straight leg, the other slightly bent beside it. The girl kept beaming the loveliest encouraging smile each time she noticed Julie looking over. Julie suddenly wondered if she was imagining it or not when the wide eyes seemed to be checking out her body. She’d been told her figure was great by a few men and straight women in her life. Did lesbians like the same parts of women’s bodies that men did? If so, was she wrong or was Chloe especially eyeing her legs and behind? “Take it slowly off whenever you want Julie,” she heard Helen interrupt. A check with Chloe saw her getting frantic hand signals to undo the bows behind her neck and back. She wondered whether topless girls turned on lesbians the same way they did men as she hesitated at the end, shyly holding the cups to her jutting breasts. So what if they did, if Chloe did, she scolded herself. Today, she was here to be brave, to be bold. Dropping her hands to her sides, she felt proud as she let the bra fall without a prompt from either Helen or Chloe. On instruction from Helen, she put on a wistful face and looked down at her breasts. It felt wonderful seeing them proud and out-thrust like that, and she watched her nipples rising like small fingertips as though celebrating this eagerly awaited occasion too. After a few shots with her back to Helen, she was called over to choose the next few poses, choosing ones both she and Chloe had both liked in the waiting room portfolios. As the first couple of shots were being taken, she beamed at an admiring Chloe getting a congratulatory thumbs-up in return. The camera flashed madly as Julie took her bravest step and teasingly began lowering her bikini bottom until she knew that the camera could see the top of her wispy patch of pubic hair. A few centimetres later, the camera would have been able to see clean through the natural keyhole gap at the top of her thighs had the shots not been taken from a modest angle. This was so daring for her. Feeling both carnal and exhilarated, she let go of the thong and let it slip to her ankles. Stepping out and standing tall and proud, she let the camera take the first shots of her completely nude in her life. In no time Helen had her arranged on the carpet, seated with crossed arms and legs arranged every which way to hide her breasts and sex. Then it was straight into laying out full length on her stomach on the floor. After a few full-length shots of her bare back, behind and shapely long legs, Helen suggested that Julie sit back up facing her propped on her palms, legs slightly bent for what would be the very last shots. With that, Helen had taken up a stance right before her. After two shots, she asked Julie to keep the beautiful smile but slightly part her knees. Despite knowing that her feminine opening would be visible to everyone seeing the ensuing photo, Julie swallowed, smiled at Helen, and opened her thighs slightly. There were heaps of compliments from Helen and Chloe as Julie scrsambled to her feet. That had been all she had hoped it would be, and more. She felt gloriously liberated. Her face aglow with triumph and delight, she almost felt her nude body floating as she shared a low five with Chloe as the girl reached for her own sash. The thrill of what had just taken place was wonderful and she wished there was more. “I am so up to those shots together Chloe,” she impetuous called as she walked on by, still on a high until she suddenly realised she had wandered back to watch Chloe’s session commence and was sitting on a stool stark naked. “Whoops! Hang on everyone. I’ve left my bikini beside the set,” she suddenly called out apologetically, hopping from the stool and looking down. “We’ve already started. Just find your robe and put it on just for the moment. I’ll make sure we bring it back,” Helen assured her without a glance as she continued snapping a confident Chloe swaying about in her tiny bikini. Julie pulled on her robe and watched. The young girl had a lovely tanned figure and obviously knew how to strut and pose, needing little guidance from Helen. As though prowling, Chloe stayed on the move constantly whether serious, pouting or flashing that fabulous smile. Gradually she started undoing her loose pony tail. Then with a decisive flick of her head, she tossed her brunette hair about her shoulders and upper back before impishly gathering strands of it and framing her high cheekbones for a close-up, arranging her superb figure to best effect atop slender hips and legs. A Gift of Unimagined Pleasure When Chloe’s bra fell easily to the floor. Julie was surprised to see her almost flat chest had round nipples that seemed to permanently bulge out like delicate light brown raspberries. Slightly thinner fleshy stalks connected them to each small breast. All the time, the girl kept flashing the loveliest of smiles, eyes alive and teeth flashing as her thin arms began flirtatiously sliding her bikini bottom down bit by bit. As her feet kicked it away, Julie eyed where the girl was completely shaven, only keeping her eyes off the prominent slit when Chloe’s wink indicated she’d been sprung. When Chloe’s session ended, Julie realised her next daring moment of truth was about to arrive. Chloe was having an animated talk with a nodding Helen, both pointing to her and a pillar at the rear of the set. Then suddenly the naked girl was right before her, grabbing her hand and almost forcibly dragging her towards it. Whatever Chloe had in mind, Julie’s earlier bravado had deserted her for now. To her relief, the girl passed over her thong bottoms on the way. Whew! Now I can handle this she thought as she instantly slid them on underneath her robe, especially after noticing Chloe donning hers as well. But she knew this wasn’t going to be a family style photo session when Chloe tossed both bras to the side. They obviously would be doing something together bare-breasted. Her throat was fluttering. But she promised herself, this was a probably a one-off experience in her life done before a professional photographer and that she wasn’t to chicken out unless things got way too steamy. Becoming jittery, she was glad there was no longer time to think as the topless Chloe immediately took charge. As Helen set up, Chloe stood her before the tall pillar and took both her hands, aiming the loveliest smile she had ever seen straight into her eyes. “Let’s do this then,” she heard the young woman enthuse. “God, you have such a nice figure and such an amazing behind! Plus your legs are so perfect, so strong and well-muscled all the way up. I wish mine looked like them. Do you do weights?” “I’ve been playing tennis since I was eight,” a blushing Julie murmured. She recalled a drunken mate of Simon’s at a party recently telling her she had the most beautiful legs he had ever seen. He had turned her around and kept lightly squeezing her behind through her shorts as he repeatedly told Simon beside her what a lucky man he was. She hadn’t minded too much, just thankful that Simon was too under the weather to repeat his favourite saying that all of her best features started with ‘b’ – beauty, breasts, behind, bust, bosom, bum, boobs, bottom and buttocks! “Remember those shots of the naked girl leaning against the wall in the waiting room album? I’ve got the germ of a slight variation to that theme. One that I’ve just run past Helen,” Chloe started to brief her. “It’s nothing like any of the couples’ pictures you liked but rather pays homage to that perfect bottom. Given your husband may well be the main beneficiary of our shoot, we should present him with something guaranteed to stir him up, don’t you think? Something that will show his wife being a little bit naughty with another girl. Make both our absent partners regret they weren’t in the shots instead. I honestly have no idea after the start about where it will end up but let’s just see. So, you’ve gone so far. Want to push your boundaries a little more? It should be fun.” A panicky Julie thought she might have lost control of her voice so she just nodded. Passively she let Chloe stand her so she faced the pillar half a metre away where the cameras on tripods were aimed. There was no resistance as Chloe positioned her so she faced the off-white column, half a metre away. “For comfort, spread your feet a little while I get rid of your robe,” she heard, shuffling as Chloe’s hands arrived from behind to untie it. As it was eased off her shoulders, Julie felt decidedly scared and vulnerable just in her G-string as she waited for Helen behind to finish getting ready. She felt a bit steadier when Chloe’s soft hands arrived and massaged into her shoulders before running up and down the sides of her nervous dangling arms. “Just a practice shot,” she heard Helen explain. Julie heard her walking about behind, then the first flash went off. “What I’m supposed to do during this?” Julie urgently stammered in panic. “Seriously Chloe, I have no idea,” she added when there was no reply straight away, a frightened note in her voice. “Whoa Julie. Trust me and just relax,” came Chloe’s quiet suggestion in her ear from behind. “Let me set you up for the first few shots and try to get you at ease. Then, as long as you keep on liking it, we’ll just go with the flow from there on. Okay? A few basics. Try to stay aware of where the camera is but never look at it or stare into it unless you’re told to. Also, let yourself react honestly and naturally at all times. In particular, don’t hold back verbally if you’re enjoying what’s taking place. I need that feedback to know what you like to continue it or guess where to take you next. And do speak up if you’re unhappy, nervous, or just want to stop. Apart from that, try not to move your hands or feet unless I say so but feel free to fantasise about any real or imaginary secret lover if it helps you at any stage. That’s a joke by the way. Helen’s fully ready. You’re okay?” Slightly calmer, Julie nodded as Chloe came alongside her, tilted her near naked body slightly forward at the waist then leaned her upper body towards the tall wide pillar, guiding her palms to the white plaster elbow height. As the girl rested the tip of her nose and forehead on the cool surface, she could see a bit to each side. Behind, she could sense Chloe now dropping to both knees behind her long propping legs. Gentle hands arrived at both sides of her hips and after some initial resistance, she let them guide her G-stringed backside back slightly. The next camera flashes began when the fingertips let go and started reverently smoothing all over the firm surface of both outthrust cheeks. Swallowing, she felt lips land on one and Chloe taking in a deep breath. It took nearly two minutes for everyone to resume their places after they’d all finished howling with laughter after Chloe’s extremely loud raspberry. A lot of Julie’s anxiety and trepidation instantly vanished. The session started again with Chloe repeating what she’d just done. Half expecting another raspberry, she felt Chloe’s fingers tighten their grip on her hips for leverage as the lips again arrived. This time however, the camera followed them planting a series of light kisses down the flesh on either side of her dividing thong. Quite nice at first, the feelings became even juicier as they got closer and closer to the middle. A longer one where her behind cheeks parted made Julie squirm inside in secret delight. Her mouth opened slightly in surprise as she felt the surface of Chloe’s tongue spanning her divide then lazily start to ascend. As it slowly left a continuous trail of saliva up both sides of the crevice, Julie’s eyes half-closed in delight. This was such a new and unexpected feeling. She felt a little stirred by the time it paused just where her G-string emerged, aware that Helen had been recording its progress. From the side-on angle of the camera, she guessed those shots could end up looking very saucy indeed. A brand new sensual experience, she felt proud she had weathered something like this so easily. To be honest, she admitted to herself, it had felt absolutely delicious. When the hands left her hips and Chloe rocked back for a break, Julie straightened a little and flexed her shapely legs, not quite sure if anything more was about to happen next. If it did, she was secretly hoping it may be a bit more of the same. “We’ll take a short break like this every now and again,” Julie heard Chloe explain as the long spread fingers clasped both her hips again. The words didn’t give her any clue about what might be coming next. “Ready?” came the soft question. Julie nodded. Immediately the hands started encouraging Julie’s behind back and she felt the silky lips resume where they had lifted off. She tried not to squirm or giggle too much as she felt a playful line of light kisses descend her gap. Closing her eyes halfway down, she realised this felt seriously nice and more than a little sinful. Her nipples were starting to blossom out from their creamy cones as her face began to take on a grimace. Flashes suggested Helen may have just caught both evolving but right now she didn’t care. That was so titillating. Recalling Chloe’s advice on feedback, she let a few soft sighs of appreciation escape during the last centimetres. A delicious squirming started oozing around inside her belly as Chloe again paused. Was there more? What could be next? Half-opening her eyes, Julie was yearning for a repeat of what had just occurred and less than a minute later, Chloe’s hands didn’t have to work hard at all to induce her behind back. Her mouth formed a silent O as Chloe started by licking the surface of both cheeks as though warming up. Julie’s prayers were answered when the open mouth arrived at the bottom of her groove. But this time it was the very tip of the tongue slowly pressing its way up, just inside the crevice. This felt positively glorious, and the tiny cries got a little longer past the halfway point when it pressed in and finished its moist ascent along the floor. Her nipples were positively bristling now, and her legs starting to involuntarily quiver. The fingers quit her hips and Julie was hoping that wasn’t the end but just another break. All of a sudden she was holding her breath, full of misgivings. Chloe’s fingers had taken both sides of her thong. Slowly but surely they started lowering it as a side camera flashed. Although she knew the girl’s intention was to highlight her behind, the way they’d begun had led her to assume that she would keep the G-string on throughout. Swallowing copiously now, she felt the material being guided past her knees then allowed to free-fall past her calves. A hand taking one ankle encouraged her to lift and step out, then re-position her foot half a metre away from the other. Despite her previous nudity in her solo shots, this felt a little bit scary. When the familiar palms took to her hips, she was apprehensive and resisted. It took a lot of insistent silent persuasion before she warily let her bare behind ease back. As the butterfly kisses again journeyed down the middle of her curved cheeks, she started feeling decidedly wicked. God, they felt so much more amazing this time, each one. She was able to contain a few quiet moans until the halfway point, but fell silent again towards the very end. Had the girl forgotten there was no longer any protecting material beneath now? “This is so lovely to share,” she heard Chloe’s tender reassuring whisper as the lovely face pulled away. She was touched by the genuine emotion as she heard “Keep going?” This had all been so unexpectedly nice and relatively harmless. She instantly remembered Chloe saying she’d stop if ever Julie seemed hesitant. “Uh huh. Oh, sure,” Julie quickly stammered, resting back against the wall. Almost shamefully, she was aching for the gentle tug indicating Chloe wanted her behind back for a more daring kisses before the end. This time though it was different. The nose arrived, lightly nuzzling the top of her crevice then the camera flashed as the chin docked below. Chloe’s fingers began sliding around the top of her legs, lovingly tracing the definition of her thigh muscles before cupping her by both upper legs. The girl’s face moved in so close. She cried out in astonishment and delight as Chloe gently breathed out. It was almost as though the girl was whispering secrets into the depths of her behind. Julie’s legs began shaking again and she couldn’t stop a long low wail. If the fingers hadn’t held onto her, she wouldn’t have been able to stay put as she felt the tip of Chloe’s tongue press a short way in. Pure reflex had made her tense her cheeks once to warn the girl that she shouldn’t go any further. On reflection, Julie wasn’t sure why. The area she believed she was protecting Chloe from was further down and deeper in. Even if Chloe’s tongue continued to the floor now, it would miss. As though knowing that, Chloe’s tongue tensed and crept in deeper. Anguishing Julie opened her mouth to warn the girl. But she guiltily held back her words and groaned until the tongue found the floor. She rationalised that Chloe surely must have known enough about basic anatomy to have guessed she had been in relatively safe territory. Guiltily she decided the feeling of having being gently invaded like that had been astonishingly nice. But when the very tip tried to venture a little further downwards, the sudden huge surge of amazing sensations that erupted blew her mind. There was a whole series of camera flashes as Julie flinched, clenched her cheek muscles and jerked her rear away. The bursts of sensations she’d experienced were far too stimulating to possibly think of permitting Chloe to continue. Perhaps the girl hadn’t known where her tongue tip was heading after all. The girl should take the hint that maybe this was a good time to end their session. As Julie rested, she felt reassuring hands begin running up and down the outside of her slightly spread legs. She could sense Helen was still there to one side, as though waiting. Her thoughts were racing as she stayed propped, taking shallow breaths as her senses attempted to recover. Putting her forehead to the pillar, she guiltily admitted that had been the hoariest new experience she’d ever had. Embers of the magnificent sensations were still flickering away deep in her behind. She wasn’t sure why the subtle pressure had resumed on both hips, inviting her rear to return. Surely Chloe had guessed where she’d strayed. If not, the girl must have realised that was the limit of her partner’s daring. What could the girl hope to achieve with another turn? More of the same? The camera started flashing. What the heck! Even if it was the same again, it would be a fantastic experience to re-live. Julie knew one thing though. If the most recent shots didn’t suggest simulation, they may not suitable to show Simon. He might wonder if she was really receiving the real thing and that might be a big taboo. Taboo? Well, was it? Her behind seemed to have liked it instinctively. Despite the doubt in her mind, it already seemed willing to move back. Then a sudden thought made her pause. What about Helen? Was the woman offended or disgusted witnessing what was unfolding? As if to answer, an immediate camera flashed as her behind eased back a little suggesting Helen was totally unperturbed. Comforted by this, Julie relented. Gripping the pillar, she let her forehead tilt towards it again, wondering if this was a more common practice than she thought. Sucking in her lower lip and closing her eyes, Julie didn’t try to stop the forlorn groan as her crevice felt the daring tongue tip begin its unhurried journey in again. However at exactly the same point, she again found the stimulation both too amazingly pleasurable and unbearable. Once more she had to disengage. Her quick surrender that time annoyed her. Surely for what would have been their last go, she surely could have hung on just that little bit longer and maybe at least get a sample of the hugely gratifying explosion of sensations she instinctively suspected was coming. She tried to relax a little back there, pleased the hands hadn’t quit her hips. Taking a breath, she promised herself to try one more time, this time attempting to de-sensitise her rear right up until the last few stages of entry. She needed a technique to help her mentally detach, and thus distract or relax her over-sensitised behind muscles. Something that would help her manage the panicky feeling that her senses were about to be overpowered by the beautiful but unbearable feelings when they stampeded into her. One that also might stop the internal nagging suggesting that such high voltage pleasure must be extremely sinful. All she wanted one last chance to enjoy of the novel feeling of the slug-like flesh wriggling just a fraction past the depth Chloe had last had it. Then she was cheerfully prepared to go straight to hell! As she let her hips be lured back, she mentally started projecting herself outside the situation floating beside Chloe, watching the young bare breasted beauty on her knees worshipping at her own slightly outthrust behind centimetres away. She imagined the long straight strands of hair catching on both the girl’s shoulders as the beautiful face slowly leant in. As she imagined the mouth arriving at her divide, her daydreaming varied from watching one visible nipple grow until it wildly jutted out to picturing Chloe closing her blue eyes as she locked her mouth onto the rounded fissure. At this point, Julie somehow became aware that the real thing was just commencing. That was surely enough imagery to work with. Trying to lock everything else out, she concentrated on nothing else but replaying those scenes inside her head. By mentally shielding her body from the full impact of the shocks, she hoped she could judge the best time to return to reality. Already, she knew the technique was helping her body and mind to blunt the very first onslaught of fabulous primitive sensations. Then a few of the volatile spasms began to get through her mental shield, making her jolt as though getting a low voltage shock. Guessing this meant it was time to let her mind gradually return to reality, she was pleased that her muscles either side of the tongue had stayed relaxed as she’d hoped they might. She also realised that the urgent outbursts of moaning, wailing, guttural sounds and feminine groans she found gushing from her mouth were probably an essential part of being able to cope with the brunt of the unbearably glorious stimulation. Resisting a constant urge to writhe, she rejoiced at the amazing sensations generated she felt the tongue’s last slide onto the floor. Daringly she was able to let it move down a fraction before she felt it voluntarily start withdrawing just as she was about to squirm away. “Such a magnificent backside,” came Chloe’s reverent compliment once her head had eased back. Surprised, she felt the girl begin firmly rubbing her face almost cat-like against both bare behind cheeks then softly kissing all over them. That hadn’t been done for the cameras, The unwitting comment and the genuine affection made her wonder. Maybe this had all had nothing to do with exacting a mild revenge on Shauna or Simon. Perhaps the girl had developed a fixation with her rear during her earlier nude shots. Could her innocence and naivety have encouraged Chloe to use the guise of raunchy shots to see just how far she could slip that tongue of hers into her behind without her catching on? It all made sense. That had to be what all the lead-up had been about. And why the girl had rested each time just she seemed to be getting too uncomfortable. God, Chloe mustn’t have been able to believe her luck just before when she had stubbornly decided to persist rather than calling a halt before when the sensitivity got too intense. “Call it a day then girls?” she heard Helen offer. Julie guessed the photographer too must have thought she’d been so naïve letting any of that take place. “Oh. But this is so nice. A little more?” Julie murmured, sliding her hands higher up the column and gripping it. She could sense the surprise in both the others. It took a while before Chloe warily eased forward. Julie braced in a vain attempt to stop the new bout of bodily trembling as she felt firm hands take both behind cheeks this turn. A camera started flashing, but Julie lost her awareness of it as she was parted slightly and a slow French-kiss guided the exquisite tongue in. This time it went in a good deal lower but she didn’t care. A Gift of Unimagined Pleasure Whimpering, she dug her fingernails into the plaster and slowly raked at the pillar in pure pleasure with every millimetre of painstaking progress towards her small puckered opening. Part of her brain screamed to expel the slyly creeping point immediately. Another area kept begging for her to hold firm and just enjoy it. Torn, she began wildly clawing away at the pillar with her fingernails, drawing blood. And that was not solely to help her contend with the tsunami of thrilling feelings threatening to overcome her. It was also to cope with the flood of sinful reminders. Like the fact that she had rings on that said she was supposed to be a respectable married woman. That Simon, her family and her friends would be aghast seeing her propped against the column right now, nude bar the G-string tangled around one foot, the tongue of the half-naked lesbian kneeling calmly behind only a millimetre short of her anus now. That if they were present, they would be wondering with all her anguish, whimpering, shaking, arching and crying aloud why she wasn’t resisting or trying to break clear. And that she had submitted to the girl’s every wish to date knowing full well that cameras were capturing every expression on her beautiful face as she writhed, shivered, grimaced and rejoiced. In a fit of crazed delight she felt the tongue strike its target and rose up on her bare heels. The hands on her behind cheeks parted them slightly as the buried face followed her all the way up. On full tiptoe, her tall stiffened body had no choice but to yield. Trembling violently, it fought to endure the constant waves of agony and thrilling ecstasy as the tip claimed the spoils of the battle by eagerly licking away at her anus. Abandoning all inhibitions she let out a long primitive wail. Then suddenly, almost to her relief, Julie felt the playful tongue stop. Firm hands softly kept both behind cheeks slightly parted, keeping the tongue tip lodged as Julie’s stiff naked body slowly sank until her heels finally found carpet. She had no doubt now there had been carnal intentions behind Chloe’s offer to stay back and support her. But they were no worse than her own at this moment. Subtly sliding her feet a little further apart, she gave Chloe’s tongue both more room and permission, silently urging it to quietly resume and take whatever time it wanted to explore all of her behind now.