18 comments/ 444656 views/ 50 favorites Aunt Mara's Photo Session By: PottersWheel I can't remember when I first met Mara. It was over 35 years ago and she became an instant object of interest - dark, full hair; amazing, leggy figure; haughty demeanor; seeming secure but not; collector of suitors - a classic Hungarian Gypsy kind of woman. Mara is Donna's aunt (approximately my age) and, when I met her, I was (and still am) devoted to Donna. Back then, however, though fascinating, Mara's charms couldn't turn my head from the object of my life's desire. Nothing could nor has. But a few months ago we visited Donna's sister, Renee', in a suburb of Tucson. Renee' and husband, Dale, had moved there after Dale's retirement as an airline pilot. We were charmed by the stark desert landscape and the ominous majesty of the nearby mountains. Renee' and Dale had been drawn to Tucson after visiting Mara. Mara and her retired husband, Don, had been charmed by the desert, and had moved there a decade before. During our two week visit the six of us had dinner and an early evening together several times. I was again beguiled by Mara's haunting beauty - she carried the years with amazing grace. Even though she was burdened now with Don's failing health, she was beautifully maintained and presented. Her gypsy hair was dyed black and still big and beautiful. It seemed she hadn't gained a pound over the years and her figure was captivating - a bit softer here and there, hips a little higher, breasts a little lower - but captivating. It was during one of those evenings that I felt the pangs of a ‘connection' with Mara. I had always been attracted to her but our closest physical contacts had been merely the touching of arms, shoulders and cheeks during greetings and goodbyes in typical family style. As a rule, in the family setting, Mara was not a flirtatious person - actually a bit cold and ‘arm's length' - even though cheerful. But just before dinner that evening, everyone was gathered in conversation around the kitchen. Mara happened to be standing next to me sipping wine while I sat on a stool at the breakfast bar. During the casual chatting, kidding and laughing Mara had remarked that her exercises that morning had left her with a sore hip. I playfully offered to massage it for her. She laughed and jokingly went along with the offer and, not wanting to spoil the fun, I gave her a quick massaging rub on the hip nearest me. In those few moments I could feel how firm and well-toned Mara's upper derriere and the side of her lower tummy were; and how smoothly curved her hip was as it blended into her waist. When I withdrew my hands I gave her hip a cute little pat to signal the end of the massage and with a chuckle asked if it felt any better. She continued the fun and said ‘it had been good for her' and asked with a smiling leer if ‘it had been good for me'. Everyone got a chuckle out of the exchange. We adjourned to the dining room shortly after, and throughout dinner I kept thinking about that moment of intimacy and sensed a feeling of closeness to Mara that had never been there before. Several times I caught myself looking at her across the table. Was I looking for a sign that she too had sensed something? A few of those times she looked back at me. Had she felt me looking at her? It seemed silly at the time, but I thought there was a question in her eyes. My, my - how we tease ourselves with little fantasies. The goodbyes that night at the door when Mara and Don were leaving were typical for Donna's family except for Mara's and my shoulder and cheek touches. Mara's hand on my shoulder noticeably squeezed, and when I brushed her cheek with mine she turned her head and briefly kissed my lips. I smoothly kept the ritual very natural, but managed to softly kiss her cheek in response and squeeze her hand as we parted. We exchanged momentary, questioning looks as though something had changed in our friendship. At the time, I didn't know what to make of the evening's seeming special moments. Donna and I were a happy couple and I had never strayed during our three decades together. For the past couple of years we had engaged in virtually no sex because I seemed to have lost interest and had become impotent. I still ogled pretty legs and attractive bodies, I even ‘got firm' dreaming an occasional fantasy, but sex between Donna and me had lost its freshness and excitement. And I was ‘aging' and seemed unable to maintain an operational erection. Mara had always been charming but ‘arms length' with the male family members, including me, so that night's events had been very titillating - and very confusing. We went home two days later, but even many days after getting back into our ordinary routines in Florida, I kept remembering those moments and the squeezes and goodbye kiss. I had taken a few pictures during those get-togethers and had them developed when we returned home. Donna sent copies of the better ones to both Renee' and Mara. When Donna and Mara were chatting on the phone a few days later, Mara asked if we could send her the negatives for one of the pictures of her with Don and another of her alone on Renee's patio. Of course we did. I noted that Mara looked especially attractive in both pictures and that her figure was advantageously disposed in a warm late afternoon light in the patio shot. I was reminded that being attractive had always been very important to Mara, and she liked pictures of herself that confirmed her beauty. The following week Mara called to thank us for the negatives. Donna was out so Mara and I chatted a bit. She was enthusiastic about the pictures and thought I was good at catching moods, using the available light, and composing. I thanked her modestly. Actually, over the years, I had taken some excellent photographs - people, landscapes, art objects - and Mara remarked that, when visiting us a few years ago, she remembered admiring some of those we had framed and displayed in our home. As we chatted I confessed that I had enjoyed taking the pictures of her and that she was as attractive today as she had been many years ago when we saw each other at family gatherings up north. It was apparent she relished that comment but she was very coy with her ‘thank you'. Finally I told her how much we had enjoyed visiting with her and with Renee' and Dale, and suggested that the Tucson area appealed to us enough that we might come out again soon to stay a bit longer. Just as we were ending the conversation she inserted at the last, "Oh! And David, if you and Donna come out, be sure to bring your camera things. I'd really like you to take some more pictures of m.. ... of Don and me." I was amused by the Freudian slip and agreed that I would be happy to take some pictures of ‘you' and Don. When Donna came home that day I told her of Mara's call and her comment about bringing the camera if we went out again. Donna understood my amusement. We were retired and liked to travel when we could afford it. Donna remarked that she'd like to spend a little longer in Arizona next time, enjoy a longer visit with her sister and aunt and, maybe, look at houses and get a feel for the cost of living around Tucson. The idea of a few more weeks in Arizona appealed to me as well. The area was very enchanting, but subconsciously the desire to visit there again was now a little more complicated for me. In any case, affordable lodging would be key to such an extended stay because we couldn't impose on Renee' or Mara for an extended period. A month or so had gone by when, during a telephone chat, Renee' mentioned to Donna that Mara's next door neighbors were planning an extended visit with relatives in Connecticut. A few days later Mara called to say she had asked her neighbors if they were interested in renting their place for a month or so while they were up East. Surprisingly, they liked the idea of having house sitters and suggested a very modest rent - enough to cover taxes and utilities and just a bit extra. Mara gave us their names and phone number. We called the next day. They seemed very pleasant and we agreed on the rent and a few reasonable conditions. We were thrilled when they told us they had a computer with Internet access and also suggested we use one of their cars as part of the arrangement. That day we sent a letter outlining our agreement together with a month's rent in advance. In a couple of days we received their confirming letter. In making preparations for the trip we decided to buy a digital camera so that we could enjoy the family pictures right away with the family instead of having to wait to get them developed. Because of Mara's request, I also bought a portable tripod. We flew out to Tucson the next month. The rental house was a two bedroom, two bath, ten year old ranch. It was nicely decorated and comfortably charming. Mara and Don lived right next door and the two back yard patios were joined by a flagstone walk. We quickly fell into a pleasant routine of our own activities interspersed with morning coffee on Mara and Don's patio, family get-togethers, and junkets. Donna and I began to use the neighborhood community facilities for exercise sessions, tennis and a little golf. The "girls" (Renee' and Diana), liked to shop and ‘do lunch'. I occasionally spent time with Dale working on his airplane at the nearby little airport, but spent virtually no time with Don because he no longer was companionable - his memory was like a sieve and a prolonged dialogue was impossible. Mara seldom joined the "girls" because she didn't like to leave Don alone for too long. He was unsteady and weak and frequently fell when he tried to get around on his own. It was clear that Don was fading quickly - both physically and mentally - which perhaps explained Mara's wish to have some family style pictures taken while Don was still viable, at least in appearance. Something was happening to my feelings for Mara. I found myself looking forward to our morning coffees with her and, when we got together for family dinners and visits, I sensed that I liked being near her and felt good when she paid attention to me. It also seemed that Mara was becoming much warmer toward me, reacted almost affectionately when I spoke to her, and occasionally made a special effort to be near me or sit next to me and chat - sometimes a bit flirtatiously with cute nudges or pokes. Even the subjects of our conversations together were becoming warmer and more personal. We didn't talk about sexual intimacies directly, but Mara inferred in vague ways that she had been sexually inactive for several years and missed it. With at least as much vagueness I let her know of my hiatus. I thought perhaps my imagination about Mara's interest in me had become overactive until one evening, after she made a cutely kidding remark about me to the others during dinner, she wrinkled her nose and stuck her tongue out at me. She was careful to let no one but me see the gesture, just as she was again a few days later when I had good naturedly defended something Mara had done that Donna and Renee' were criticizing. On that occasion she had sent me a surreptitious air kiss. Chemistry and pheromones had begun wafting in the air. Hellos and goodbyes were becoming a little more touchy-feely; the obligatory cheek-to-cheek now was a pair of actual soft kisses sometimes accompanied by caresses of cheek, arm strokings, or hand squeezes. Our eyes were exchanging knowing, questioning, even affectionate glances. I don't think the others noticed. It wasn't long before Mara reminded me of my offer to take the photos of her and Don. We agreed on doing it first thing the following day, right after breakfast to take advantage of the charm of morning light. That morning Donna and I walked next door with the camera and tripod and joined Mara and Don on their patio for coffee. To my genuine surprise, that first picture taking session evolved into a pleasantly titillating experience, but not at the outset. The original focus, of course, was pictures of Mara and Don. While Donna was there, family conversation dominated the beginning of the session. Don and Mara had just finished breakfast and Don was feeling fairly good. He was in his wheel chair and contributed an occasional halting, short comment to the conversation. After Mara cleared the coffee dishes from the patio table I began to ease them into poses and casually took candid pictures of them interspersed with Donna's and Mara's cheerful chatting. Don usually responded when spoken to, but never initiated an idea or contributed materially. After a half hour or so Donna left to join Renee' on a venture into Tucson for shopping and lunch. After Donna had left I urged Don and Mara into a few more natural poses. Together, Mara and I got Don into a comfortable chair and Mara and he looked quite good - cordial and upbeat - for a few photos. Soon Don began to fatigue. It was still just mid-morning and I realized more fully how difficult Mara's life had become because of Don's rapid decline. Don became agitated with the picture taking and visibly needed to rest. I helped Mara get him back into the wheel chair. She told me she would help him to bed and be back in a few minutes. It was more than a few minutes and I knew it involved a call in the bathroom, with all that probably entailed, as well as helping Don into bed. I busied myself repositioning the camera for solo pictures of Mara. When she returned Mara seemed much more at ease. I sensed that having Don comfortably disposed and probably asleep let her feel free to enjoy her personal part of the day. I greeted her return and remarked about the amount of care Don required. She came close to me and, taking my hand, kissed my cheek. I kissed her cheek in return and impetuously moved my lips toward hers. We surprised each other with a soft but brief kissing touch of lips. We snapped back to ‘reality' when she thanked me for my concern, assured me of her loyalty to Don's continued well-being, but let me know that, for the moment, enjoying our photo session was more important to her than dwelling on her caring for Don. The kisses surprised and thrilled me. I didn't raise the "Don" issue again. Mara had always been narcissistic - couldn't pass a mirror without looking and had always loved to have her picture taken. There was usually at least one mirror in most rooms of her home - or a picture of her framed somewhere. And she clearly enjoyed attracting the attention of men with her dark, gypsy-like beauty. I had always naturally responded (silently and privately) to her sensuality and allure and, even after all these years, nothing had changed. As the second part of our photo session began I was captivated by her mature beauty, the way she now responded to the lure of the camera, and perhaps her sense of my growing interest. Our being alone together for an hour or two was a new experience. After the first few perfunctory pictures, I found myself suggesting poses and changes in the placement of an arm or hand or lock of hair. She began to ask me to show her what I was suggesting. Frequently I would leave the camera to help her with a pose and found that the touching this involved heightened my sense of intimacy and affection for her. A certain look in her eyes and nuances of body language at those times suggested the touching and closeness was affecting her as well. This had become a very private time just between the two of us, and I sensed the chemistry was growing stronger and very personal. I was using a very high definition setting on the camera which limited the number of exposures that could be packed onto a memory stick. I checked the remaining storage capacity and decided to swap it out for a fresh stick to be sure we wouldn't run out of capacity. At this point I discretely suggested a pose that would highlight her breasts a bit more. Whether to please ‘the camera' or to tease me, she clearly liked the idea. Mara had always been noticeably proud of her prominent and completely natural bosom. Her breasts still were lovely even though their shape was a bit softer and slightly more relaxed than in earlier years. Helping her with this pose required that I make subtle adjustments in the placement of her arms casually under her breasts and rearrange the way the neck of her sweater was laying on her. The effect was to push her breasts together slightly and up a bit. The resulting decollete was subtle but inspiring. She glanced down at her display and asked if I thought she looked alright. I assured her she looked marvelous. She sent me a cute air kiss. All of this was causing a surprising stirring in my shorts, and I thought I could hear Mara's breathing elevate just a bit when I stepped closer to help with the pose. Serendipity evolved in our sense of closeness and, after that first modestly sensual pose, she suggested a few more equally appealing poses and insisted that I help ‘arrange' her. Eventually, she changed out of her slacks into short shorts for poses that incorporated her long, magnificent legs in smart, half-heeled strappy sandals; and finally, much to my surprise, she changed into a bikini bathing suit. My response to those stunning legs and feminine curve of hip was a strong urge to cuddle in her gorgeous thighs and nuzzle in her enchantingly wonderful cleavage. Her breathtaking bosom was trying, with moderate success, to escape the confines of the bikini bra and my hands longed to help her prevent the escape. By now the man-thing growing in my groin was amazing me; it too wanted to escape its confines. Very distracting. I hadn't been this ‘firm' in a long, long time. I had assumed it was no longer possible. Throughout these latter poses, Mara continued to encourage me to help her arrange her hair or an arm or a leg or even her garment. She seemed to be enjoying the intimate touching and frequently found reasons to invite those personal moments between us. When I was near her or moving her she often would touch me, lightly stroking my arm or hip or leg. Suppressing my growing banal urges was difficult, but I managed. The bulge in the front of my shorts had become very noticeable, however, and I had given up trying to rearrange it's position to hide it. The frequency of Mara's glances at my shorts made it clear that she understood the effect she was having on me. Surprisingly, I didn't feel embarrassed. I even had the distinct feeling that some of her behavior was purposefully intended to see how much she could affect the bulge. That suspicion was particularly strong when she said her bikini bra was too snug and asked me to loosen the bow at the back of her neck. By the end of that first session the intensity of our attraction to one another was no longer in doubt, but we both had managed, sometimes with difficulty, to maintain an outward decorum. The session ended when the second memory stick hit its capacity. When I offered to go next door for a third stick she demurred and said Don would be waking up soon. It was then that Mara first openly hinted at her feelings. She asked about when or how we might get together to look at the pictures, and wondered if just the two of us should look at the shots we had taken after Don had gone to bed. Though a bit surprised at her openness, I was warmly receptive of the intimacy of the suggestion, and agreed that some of those later pictures were a bit ‘glamorous' and questionable as items for family consumption. Everyone would be welcome to view the earlier pictures on Renee's or our computer, but Mara might wish to keep some of the other, more sensual and revealing poses, to herself. I likewise wasn't too anxious for Donna to see some of the pictures I had taken and the way Mara was looking at the camera (and me). I reflected that the timing of my inserting a fresh memory stick had been fortuitous. Mara further surprised and thrilled me when she expressed a strong desire for a second photo session of ‘just the two of us'. Our parting at the door when I was about to leave was warmer and more intimate than any of our previous greetings or departures. She was wearing a light, sheer breakfast jacket over the bikini, but had left it open. The deep and wide separation between her lovely, softly pendulant breasts was inspirational. She stood very close to me and there was a little touching and light stroking of arms. Finally, I found myself stroking her back and hips in an embrace during which she may have felt my bulge poking her tummy. It ended with a surprising series of feather light kisses before she playfully patted my behind and shooed me out. Aunt Mara's Photo Session I felt a warmth, even affection, for Mara that was entirely new. She had shown good humor and a humanity that I hadn't given her credit for - and for some reason - pheromones? or chemistry? - something was making me feel like we were in the early stages of a ‘courtship', sometimes treating each other with intimate affection. For the next week or so our sense of being near each other seemed almost palpable during the morning coffee times and family dinners. We made special efforts to appear ‘uninvolved' although occasional furtive glances often carried affectionate nuances. A few days later I took a disk I had prepared from the first memory stick with us to a family dinner at Renee' and Dale's. After dinner we all gathered around the computer to view the photos and print off a few. Mara and I frequently shared knowing glances. No mention was made of the second stick or the existence of other pictures. Mara and I managed to arrange the second session when Don had to spend a day at the hospital for treatments, Dale was flying to Phoenix with a friend, and Donna and Renee' were off on a shopping and lunch outing in Tucson followed by the tour of a formal garden of native desert plants in the afternoon. Mara had opted not to join them. We didn't mention our planned session to the others. I thought to myself that Mara had had a stroke of genius to manage Don's hospital visit to coincide with the other events. That morning, after Renee' had picked up Donna and Mara had delivered Don to the hospital, I saw her return and pull into her garage. A few minutes later she called to let me know she was back and would need about twenty minutes to fix her hair and change her clothes. I showered, shaved, put on a pair of shorts, got the camera and tripod, and headed out the back door for Mara's patio. She was watching for me and opened the patio door as I approached. She looked stunning in an elegant black, low-cut, spaghetti strap cocktail dress. The pencil skirt hugged the flare of her hips and stopped just short of her knees with a stylish slit half way up the front. She wore a simple silver chain necklace and bracelet, and very sheer hose in a rich, brown-black shade. Sexy high-heeled strappy sandals were the finishing touch. With quiet sincerity I greeted her with, "Mara, you look wonderful. That dress is stunning on you." She clearly had dressed for a glamour photo shoot. "Oh, my. Thanks." She did a cute little model-like turn and finished with a stagy pose and, "Ta da!" Finally, taking my hand she said, "Come in. I'm glad we could do this. And it's so good to have some time away from Don." She looked embarrassed for just a moment and went on, "I suppose I shouldn't feel that way, but ... " I put the camera and tripod down and she stepped close to me. With hands lightly on each other's shoulders and arms we touched cheeks in a typical family greeting and I replied, "Taking care of him has become very stressful and tiring. Everyone knows you need time for yourself - it's okay and natural to feel that way." "Thanks." She stroked my arm and lowered her voice, "I can't bring Don home until after three ... and I've been looking forward to some time with my ‘personal photographer'." This last was accompanied with cute coquettishness and an engaging kiss on my cheek. I warmly countered with a kiss on her cheek and our lips then came together for more than just a moment. Her hand stroked down my arm to my hand as we slowly parted. She sighed, "Mm, that was nice." My sense of our chemistry was strong. We unconsciously must have been sending each other pheromone messages. Feeling a bit in a swoon, I stuttered, "I ... yes, it was, very! I've been ... I'm glad ..." I tugged her close and she came easily. We kissed again. This time our lips were soft and moist, our tongues tested and the kiss lasted much longer. For a moment Mara's voice lowered and her look was tentative when she said, "Are you uncomfortable with not telling the others about our being together today?" I thought for a moment. My voice too was more thoughtful, "I'm OK with keeping it to ourselves. I don't want anyone to be discomfitted, but, I confess, I've really looked forward to this time with you." I kissed her softly, "I wanted to be with you." And I kissed her again with much affection. When our lips parted I breathed, "I think your kisses could become habit forming." Momentarily surprised at my own boldness, I stammered, "I, uh ... forgot the pictures. I'll go back and get them." Holding me close she kissed me softly and quietly said, "Don't be long." Another sweet kiss and, "I like your kisses, and I'll need another pretty soon." That comment thrilled me. I went next door and returned with the pictures I had selected from the second memory stick. I had viewed them in private on the computer and, because Mara and Don didn't have a computer, I printed what I felt were the more artful or sexy photos to show Mara in our ‘private viewing'. Mara took my hand, pulled me in the door, and gave me another kiss on the cheek. Taking the envelope she enthused, "Are these the pictures?" "Um hmm." She gushed, "Let's look at them now," and moved toward the sofa. When I started toward a chair she took my hand and warmly invited, "Sit with me." Our chemistry was becoming intense. I sat next to her and felt an emotional closeness. I touched her cheek with my hand and coaxed her lips to mine. The kiss was warm and soft, and when our lips parted Mara sighed and met my eyes with a look of appealing affection. Almost whispering I confessed, "Mara, my affection for you, and my attraction to you, are becoming ... very strong." I hoped I hadn't made her uncomfortable, but I just needed to let her know what was going on in my head. She was having similar feelings which she confirmed with, "I know. I could tell by the way you treat me ... and touch me. And it feels ... very nice." She kissed me softly and continued, "I'm having those feelings too." Another soft kiss and, "It just seemed to ... happen. And the feelings keep getting ... warmer." We just looked at each other for a few moments, digesting the implications. Then her hand stroked down my arm and she lightened the mood with a cute, "Sit closer." I slid the few inches toward her until I was as close as I could get. Our thighs and hips were touching and it felt like sexual energy were exchanging through the touching parts. For a few moments I forgot about the pictures - the inspiring valley between Mara's lovely breasts was an eye magnet, and her skirt scooted up when she sat. Her long legs and the glimpse of her gorgeous thighs through the slit momentarily mesmerized me. The hint of a smile shown on her face when she caught me looking over-long, and she modestly tugged at the hem with only limited success. I briefly looked at her and raised an eyebrow to let her know that I knew she knew. She cutely nudged me with her elbow and whispered, "You're a lecher," and opened the envelope. The moment for admitting what had grown between us was past. What might grow out of it was as yet unknown. I flattered and flirted with, "You look terrific in these pictures ... and in many of them you are ... well, sensational." She feigned embarrassment with a sweet, "Daviid, I think you're exaggerating, but thank you." She squirmed and snuggled. Of course, I wasn't exaggerating. As we looked at the photos in sequence it was apparent that, as the session had progressed, Mara had become increasingly relaxed and flirtatious with the camera ... and perhaps with me. In one upper body portrait, leaning intimately forward on her elbows and exaggerating the bit of cleavage visible in the modest "V" of her sweater neck, she even had sent the camera (or me?) an air kiss with softly pursed lips. I remembered that pose as the point at which I first felt the stirring in my groin. And I had caught the kiss on film. Quietly flirtatious, "You loved the camera." Things slowed down for a moment. She looked up from the photos and kissed my cheek, "I wasn't sending that kiss to the camera." She reached across my lap and pulled my hip to snuggle me closer. My sense of our mutual affection was deepening. I kissed her cheek. She leaned into me for a moment in response. I had printed a few of the better shots in a larger 8X10 format - including the kiss; a full body, leggy pose in the short shorts; and another leggy, bosomy pose in her bikini on the chaise lounge on the secluded part of her patio that led off the master bedroom - now Mara's room. That shot had been taken just after she had asked me to loosen her bra strap. After we had gone through part of the collection Mara remarked, "These are beautiful photos - they make me look better than the real me." She was fishing for reassurance that her life long allure was still somehow in place. As far as I was concerned it definitely was still in place, "Mara, the camera can capture only what I see. It's kind of - ‘What I see is what we get' - and these are you. If the pictures are beautiful ... it's because you are beautiful." With a cute smirk she warmly snuggled her shoulder into my chest, "You're too much!" I put my arm around her for a moment to squeeze her closer. I didn't want to seem presumptuous so, when we continued with the collection, I removed my hand and rested my arm and hand on the back of the sofa behind her. "Oh! You caught me sending you another kiss." She nudged and whispered, "I'll definitely have to hide these kissing photos." She reached behind her to find my hand and pulled it around her waist so that I was hugging her again. She snuggled a little and whispered, "Mm, that's better." She was feeling the same chemistry of romance that was enveloping me. Returning to the picture commentary, "You were very cute ... you were having fun." I squeezed her a little closer and stroked down over the sensuous curve of her hip. "Yes, ... I was." Then we began looking at the pictures of Mara in her bikini. Clearly liking what she was seeing, she teased, "Mmmmm, and how do you think these turned out?" She crossed one leg over the other exposing a good deal of the upper leg through the slit in the skirt, and making us even closer together with her stockinged knee and calf nestling against mine. My voice was low and intimate, "Well, ... they're gorgeous," and I hesitantly went into uncharted water, "... and I confess, while we worked together on these later poses I became pretty ... involved. You were nearly irresistible." I grew a bit more guarded and went on, "I enjoyed taking all these... helping you pose ... and your lovely face and ... I liked being with you." Mara took my other hand in hers, her voice was soft, "I liked it too ... the way you helped me. And I'm glad we did these bathing suit ones. The way I felt ... when we were doing them ...," squeezing my hand, "I got pretty involved too, especially when you loosened my bra for me ... you know, when I thought my ... bosom ... was too pushed together, and I asked you to untie the bow and retie it. You sort of jiggled my breasts in the bra cups to resettle them. It felt very intimate." She lifted my hand to her lips and kissed it, "I knew you were quite involved." Oh, oh! I thought I knew the answer, but I ventured, "How did you know?" She looked away for a moment, trying to think of a way to say it. When she looked back her eyes were warm and had an affectionate smile about them, "Well, ... it was the front of your shorts. ... You were bulging out a little." "Oh, Oh, ... I wondered if you noticed." "Please, it's alright. ... Secretly, I liked it." Mara kissed me softly on the cheek and went on, "Knowing you were feeling ... that way about me made me have feelings I haven't felt in a long time. It gave a fuller meaning to my poses for you, and it made me want to ... want us to ... you know ... be together again." Her hesitance at expressing her feelings suggested they were very private and were more complicated than what she had just said but, together with our confessions of a few minutes ago, it was clear that her feelings of romance were as strong as mine. I brushed my lips on her cheek and quietly confessed, "When I untied your bra, I really wanted to hold your beautiful breasts in my hands. ... They looked so soft and appealing ... and I was so attracted to you." We were looking into each others eyes and our lips were close. Mara whispered, "We had the same fantasy." She kissed me. I whispered, "I'm afraid my shorts are bulging again." Her voice was softly affectionate, "I know. You've been trying to hide it." Our lips came together. Her eyes were nearly closed. Our kiss was lush, lips parted and caressing, tips of tongues gently dancing. Our breathing quickened. She murmured, "Don't worry about your bulge. ... Just move it around whenever you need to to be comfortable." Her lips brushed mine as she breathed, "I like it when I can see that you're feeling that way. I'm feeling that way too, only you can't see it." The feelings that had grown during the earlier session had not gone away. Our lips were still touching when I murmured, "Being with you like this is wonderful." Lips brushed and nibbled. Our eyes were locked and exchanging wondering and, perhaps, longing messages. She whispered, "For me too ... ever since you took these pictures." Our lips touched again before she went on, "I hope we're not getting too ..." I ventured, "... Involved?" "Uh huh. It just seems to be ... happening." I was as concerned as she, but it seemed like each of our home situations almost encouraged our ‘innocent' attraction. I offered, "You still love ... and care for Don." "Mm hmm. And Donna?" "Of course. ... This has never happened before. It's just that ... " "I know ... me too." Our lips merged in a warm, searching kiss before Mara settled our behavior concerns, "I'm glad we could do this today. I'm glad you're here." I put my arms around her and one kiss led to another as we squirmed to bring ourselves closer. Before the intensity became critical she added, "But I suppose maybe we should be ... careful." "Mm hmm, I'll try to behave." We ended our heated necking with one last soft kiss, and, no longer embarrassed, I openly pushed my stiff penis so it was more comfortably pointing up along my tummy. Mara watched and sweetly squeezed my arm during the obvious process. When I finished, she softly kissed my cheek and flirted, "Does it feel better now?" "A little." Her skirt had inched higher and higher as our legs tried to intertwine. By the time we finally moved slightly apart, her skirt was quite high. She cutely and warmly teased, "My skirt's pushed up and you're looking at my legs again, you devil," and then made a halfhearted attempt to tug the skirt down. With every move her soft, full breasts jiggled and quivered. Mara was wonderful to look at, and I think she liked me to look. "I've always been a ‘leg man', and your legs are beautiful. I'm definitely looking again." Looking at her legs and then her upper thighs through the slit in her skirt reminded me of how uninteresting pantyhose are. I mused, "But, you know ...?" She stopped tugging at her skirt to stroke my cheek and asked quietly, "... Know what?" Her lips feathered mine signaling that she didn't want us to behave too much ... at least not right now. I touched her hand to hold it on my cheek and confessed on her sweet lips - also quietly, "Your legs would be even more stunning in thigh-high stockings ... rather than pantyhose." Her voice was soft, "Daaviiid! You mean ... for the pictures?" "Well, ... yes ... " "In this dress that could be quite ... risque! Why, even the way my skirt is now ... you'd be able to see the stocking tops and the naked part of my upper thighs through the slit." She acted as though she thought that might be inappropriate but, looking down at her thighs, she appeared to be quietly considering the idea, stroking thoughtfully at the edge of the slit. Finally she wrinkled her nose and gave me a cute smile as she broke away and rose saying, "I'd better put these pictures away." Perhaps she was giving herself this little task to gather herself and think ‘cooling thoughts' after our necking session. I wanted a moment to gather myself too. "While you're putting those away, I'll put the camera on the tripod and set-up the remote shutter release." We began to part and I kissed her cheek. "Where shall we start?" She squeezed my hand, "In here ... with the sofa and all. Don't you think?" She kissed my cheek, scooped up the pictures and began to leave for her bedroom. Her walk and sway of hip were provocative. She ordinarily didn't walk quite so sexily, so I assumed it had something to do with the way she was feeling. Looking pertly back over her shoulder and glancing down at the tent in my shorts, "Maybe if it weren't so confined by your underwear you could move your ... you know, your puzu ... around more easily." Then she did a second take and smiled, "You're watching me, aren't you?" I smiled back, "Mm hmm." She impishly stuck her tongue out at me, wiggled her curvaceous bottom at me, and sexily sauntered on. I couldn't take my eyes off her. Her derriere, hips and legs were dream-like. She was breathtaking, and our sensual chemistry surrounded me. Her suggestion about my undershorts didn't quite astonish me but, in view of our comments about ‘behaving', I was a bit surprised. Actually, the suggestion had some practical merit, but somehow I didn't think practicality was what Mara had in mind. When the camera was in place I adjusted some of the window treatments to take advantage of natural light but took care to keep out prying eyes. Mara was gone a few minutes more than I had expected, so by the time she sauntered provocatively back into the room, I had been to the kitchen to fix each of us a goblet of iced tea and had stepped into the half bath near the garage entrance and removed my Jockies. Lord, she was stunning - long slender legs flaring into luscious, rounded curves of thighs and hips. Generous, very feminine breasts quivering provocatively like jello where their trapped fullness peeked above the low-cut neckline. Full, black hair in huge soft waves framed a haunting Hungarian Gypsy face. She sidled up to me and teased seductively, "How do you want me? ... I mean for the first pose." I smiled and kissed her cheek but held my tongue - letting the innuendo silently tease us both. "To begin I thought an elegant but casual attitude standing, perhaps leaning a bit, against the side of the archway into the dining room. The light is just right for that right now." I was striving for professionalism while I was struggling with strong romantic feelings - and growing lust. She was beautiful and I could feel our wafting pheromones. Her cute look and tilt of head suggested she sensed the lust I was trying to control. She took her goblet of iced tea and graced the archway. "Something like this?" She wrinkled her nose at me and playfully teased with a peek of her upper leg through the slit. I smiled and shot a few frames while she hautily moved around and sipped her tea. At the end she put her tea down and bent over to pose as though rearranging a bouquet of flowers on the occasional table near her. The view of her lovely breasts was hypnotic. They hung softly, deepening the wondrous valley separating them, and testing the low scoop neckline of her dress. Her nipples were partly visible above the lace half-cups of a strapless demi bra. When she straightened up she looked at me with flirting eyes and sent me a kiss. Her enticing display clearly wasn't accidental. She too was feeling our surging chemistry and ‘elegant fashion' wasn't the only theme she had in mind for this photo session. We were well into the courtship mode. Aunt Mara's Photo Session I left the camera and we came together moving toward the sofa. She took my hand and kissed it as we walked. I assumed from this that, whatever her ‘cooling thoughts' may have been, she hadn't ruled out continued touching and kissing. I stopped us for a moment and kissed her cheek, "I'd like to do some poses that show off your lovely legs in this beguiling dress." She accepted the kiss warmly and let her abdomen snuggle when our arms took each other in. Her lips nibbled on mine. She breathed, "That's a start ..." That sounded pleasantly suggestive, especially with her snuggling tummy pressing and squirming into my firming manhood. I nibbled back, "I have enough memory sticks for lots of pictures." "And we have lots of time." Her lips were soft and yielding. We held each other and caressed and kissed and let our bodies nestle. Further re-awakening took place in my shorts. Sans the Jockies, the bulge was much more prominent. She felt it poking her and moaned while she squirmed her lower tummy into it sighing, "Ooh, David, that feels so good. ... Are you alright?" "Mm hmm. I just hope I don't leak." She gave me a flirty look and pursed her lips in an air kiss. Finally we parted and I helped her sit. We had said we would try to behave, but apparently we each intended that to include a good deal of affectionate behavior. I turned away for a moment to reposition the camera and change the settings. When I next looked up she was in a relaxed lounging position against the end cushion. Her knees and feet both were tucked up beside her on the sofa. I was in awe. Her knees were just slightly apart and her skirt was halfway up her thighs letting a glimpse of the alabaster skin of one upper thigh above the lace of her stocking top tease me through the slit. Her stocking top? Oh, my! She had changed into beautiful, sheer mid-thigh stockings while she had been in her room. Apparently cooling thoughts had not been the goal of her bedroom visit. Her voice was low, "Do I look alright?" She fiddled with the skirt. She knew I was looking at the beauty of her surprise. "Am I showing enough of my legs?" "Uhhnn, God, you're beautiful. ... You changed your stockings. They're stunning ... so feminine." Her voice was low and flirting, "Do you like them?" I was breathless, "I love them. How do you feel in them?" The face and voice were soft, "More feminine ... and, because of this skirt," she stroked her thigh through the slit, "a little less covered, ... a little naughty." I lowered my voice as well, "Your legs are so sexy. I'd like some of your poses to show just a little of the lace of your stockings. Would that be too ... you know? What do you think?" Fingering the lace through the slit she thought for a moment, "Just a little would be sexy, wouldn't it?" Oh my? The theme of our session seemed to be straying from personality and fashion to something more titillating. "Mm hmm, quite." "I'll have to keep those pictures safely tucked away, along with the kissing ones, won't I?" She sent me a teasing kiss. Lord, she made me yearn to caress and ... . "Yes, they may not be for framing and mantle display." I checked the camera settings, "You look lovely, just as you are." She looked at me and I released the shutter. "Oh! You surprised me ..." "You looked just right. ... Now, look down at your skirt ... and hold the material at the edge of the slit." With elegant fingers she gracefully folded part of the skirt back from the slit so that a lovely expanse of thigh and a bit more of her smooth, Gypsy skin treated the camera and me. The shutter released. She seemed to react to the feeling of letting the camera have a naughty glimpse of something a little forbidden; or perhaps she wanted to see if she could increase the size of my bulge with a bit more of the naughty intimacy. Whatever it was, her voice was soft and breathy when she ventured, "Perhaps I should let the camera see ... just a little more of the lace." She tried to open her thighs further without moving, but the skirt was caught under her and too snug. "Uhn, I need you to help me, Darling." The endearment thrilled me. We both knew she didn't really need help, but by now we were being more candid about wanting to be close, and touch; and helping her with her garments and poses had become a convenient pretext for sensual indulgence. "Can you arrange the skirt so my legs look more ... attractive?" "They're already attractive, you gorgeous creature." "You're sweet, but, you know, ... a little more attractive." I left the camera and moved to her. "Do you want me to raise the skirt while you lift up?" Softly with a cute naughtiness, "Mm hmm ..." She sent another little air kiss. Clearly, the sensual nature of our behavior and her titillating sense of naughty exposure were becoming stronger elements in our picture taking adventure. I knelt on the floor beside her. When I placed my hands on the skirt I was actually caressing her thighs and legs. Rather than hurry the moment, she affectionately stroked my back and neck while my hands lingered and stroked and caressed far more than was necessary. I looked up at her eyes and, with an affectionate air kiss, she reassured me that the extended touching was acceptable. I sent her one in return and softly breathed, "Your legs and thighs are beautiful, ... and they feel wonderful." Mara sighed, "Thank you," and affectionately squeezed my shoulder. "I hope I don't feel fat." My voice was soft, "You feel as beautiful as you look ... and very sexy." She wrinkled her nose and whispered, "I'm glad, especially about the last part." Finally, balancing with the hand on my shoulder, she raised up on her knees so that I could push the skirt higher on her hips. I raised it an inch or two and looked up at her. She sent me a kiss and urged quietly, "A little further, Sweetheart." Another endearment. I nearly swooned as I raised the skirt higher. I relished revealing and feeling the soft curves of her thighs and hips. When she sat down again the hem was at her stocking tops and, depending on how she arranged her legs, the slit would be open to her panties. In a near whisper, "You look beautifully sensual, but ... I think I've raised the skirt too far." We were very close and I couldn't take my hands away from the wonderful feeling of her stockinged thighs. With undisguised desire, I caressed her gorgeous legs and fiddled with the lace of her stocking tops, hoping I wasn't being too forward. This was the first time I had touched Mara in such an openly sensual way. My hands weren't performing a task. They were obviously feeling and stroking and almost hugging her thighs. I reveled in the sexual pleasure. Mara had a warm look and her voice was breathy, "It isn't too far. It feels ... flirtatious." Her hands covered mine on her thighs and squeezed and then stroked my arms - allaying my fear and seeming to encourage more caresses, "And you're being very ... helpful. Do my legs look more attractive now?" I impetuously kissed the leg nestled against me, and then put a kiss on my fingers and touched them to the naked upper thighs peeking out through the revealing slit. "You're gorgeous. Your legs are stunning and your beautiful, naked thighs ... above your stockings ... are so feminine and enticing. You're teasing the camera ... and me unmercifully." Finally I began to rise. With her hand on my shoulder she drew me to her and kissed me softly, lushly - sucking on my lip and touching my tongue with hers. She whispered on my lips, "I may be teasing the camera, ... but I'm not teasing you. I'm flirting with you." She kissed me again and went on, "I love the way you're helping me, and the feelings I'm having when you ... when you're ..." I interrupted, "... When I'm touching you ... and ...?" "Mm hmm." "Mara, I'm trying hard not to ... but ..." "I know. I'm trying too, but I like the way you look at me ... and I like the way you make me feel when your hands are on me - helping with my dress and caressing me ... and feeling me. Your touch is affectionate, and makes me have special feelings." My fingers stroked her cheek and we kissed with soft passion. She whispered on my lips, "I can feel the lust in your caresses ... and I like it when you're close to me." I murmured on her lips, "Each time I touch you ... and kiss you ... I want you more ... to touch and kiss ... and caress and hug close to me." Her lips softly brushed mine. Her breath was warm. She murmured, "I can tell. ... You're making me feel warm and sexy." After another kiss she went on, "I'm remembering what it's like to feel desirable, and to flirt and tempt, and to have an affectionate man ... respond." Our confessions of desire were sealed with another kiss. When our lips parted she whispered, "Is my skirt alright?" I stepped back, "Your legs and thighs look wonderful. Let me soften the way the hem is laying." She encouraged me affectionately, "Mm, yes, Darling, ... please." To move the skirt I caressed the thighs and hips on which it lay. The smooth curves and the sense of her softly yielding body were overpowering. Again, I spent much longer caressing than was necessary. Mara's hand stroked my shoulder, she moaned quietly and her breathing quickened. When I briefly ventured a warm caress of her naked leg up under her skirt to the edge of her panties, she whispered, "Your hands are gentle ... and ..." "And ...?" "... and naughty." She stroked that arm to encourage and prolong the adventure under her skirt. "Do you like the way my legs and stockings feel ... and my thighs up under my skirt?" I was breathless, "Mm hmm, I love caressing you. I'm feeling so close to you, and you're so feminine." When my hand returned to finish arranging the hemline I said very quietly, "You feel wonderful. ... I'm barely able to resist. ... I hope the front of my shorts doesn't embarrass you. There's absolutely nothing I can do about it." I began to move away. Mara reached out and touched my hand with her fingers. Her voice was soft, "I'm not embarrassed. I'm feeling that way, too. It just doesn't show." I stepped closer and bent to kiss her whispering, "I probably shouldn't touch you like that. It's just that ... ." Softly she said, "I like your hands on me ... and the way you're helping me ... with my dress and all. And I'm glad we can be alone together like this for so long." She surprised us both when her fingers gently touched my bulge. Her voice was breathless, "Ohh, David, you feel wonderful. ... So stiff." In a near whisper, "I know. ... I'm so attracted ... being with you so close ... feeling so affectionate." My lips returned to hers. I caressed her cheek with one hand while the other dared to cup and caress the heavy softness of a breast. She held and squeezed me through my shorts. It was a wonderful, yearning, luscious kiss. "Ohh, Mara ... I'm so hard. I'm throbbing." Lips nibbling, "I know, ... and I can feel so much of it!" I hesitated and then softly confessed on her lips, "I took my undershorts off." "Mm, ... I wondered - it feels good. It's so hard and long, and the head is big and soft. ... I like to see it bulging your shorts ... and I like to feel it." Her hand left my penis for a moment to cover mine and help me squeeze her beast. "And knowing I make you feel like this is making me want to show you ... what I know you want to see. ... And it makes me want your hands on me, feeling what I know you want to feel. ... I'm getting very, very involved. ... I'm having special feelings in a certain ... place." Together our hands were loving her breast. She kissed me and then whispered, "Push the straps of my dress down and lift my breasts out, and suck on my nipples." I quietly gasped, "Ohh, Mara!" Carefully I slid the straps down her arms and lowered the front of her dress until I could reach down inside her lacy demi bra cups and gently lift her soft breasts out to my loving lips. They were warm and full and pliant in my softly squeezing fingers. Her nipples were surrounded by large, brown areolae and grew and puckered in my mouth as I sucked and teased with my tongue. She moaned quietly and her breathing quickened. I murmured, "So beautiful," and lovingly squeezed each of her marvelous melons while my teeth and lips continued to suck and bite and tease. I knew Mara's breasts were sexually very sensitive when she whispered, "Ooh, that's so wonderful. Darling, you're making my pussy get all wet and squishy. ... I almost feel as though I'm going to ... you know." I quietly murmured on a nipple, "Cum?" Still whispering, "Yes ... Oh, yes." Her hand slipped under the leg of my shorts to grasp and squeeze and fondle me. For several more moments I sucked and nursed on her while we fondled each other. Finally she sighed, "You'd better put my breasts back and pull my dress up." She turned her back to me saying, "It'll be easiest from behind, Sweetheart." I knelt on the sofa to position myself and reached down her front to again hold her soft breasts. "Now, just hold each cup out and ease the breast into it, and then pull the bra up a little." I lovingly followed her instructions. Her soft melons were again gently supported in the dainty lace cups. The nipples, now sticking out proudly, were just partly covered and the areolae peeked invitingly above the lace. Mara held my hands on her breasts and looked up to me. I leaned down and we kissed. Our lips were still touching when she sighed, "Remember the other day, when you jiggled my breasts in my bikini top?" "Mm hmm." "Hold my bra cups out and jiggle them like that for me. That will let my breasts rest comfortably in their little nests. ... until you take them out again." I was pleased to comply. Mara clearly was evolving into a sexually hungry lover. I kissed her lushly and murmured, "You're beautifully sexy ... and sensual ... and irresistible. I love the way your breasts and thighs feel, ... and I like your hand inside my shorts." She moaned and reached in to squeeze me once more and whispered, "There's a drop of your cum on the tip of your penis, Darling." "I'm surprised there isn't more." Mara removed the drop with her finger and brought it to her lips. Her eyes looked at me with lusting heat. After a feathery parting kiss, I reluctantly returned to the camera. I repositioned it to emphasize and capture the sensuality of Mara's pose. The shutter released. I took a number of shots with her arms and head in varying attitudes, with both legs tucked up on the sofa, and then with one leg untucked so that her foot in the sexy, strappy sandal rested casually on the floor and her thighs were further apart. Finally I took the camera in hand and moved down closer to the floor in front of her, glimpsing the luscious, naked, inner thighs in shadow under the skirt, and a hint of the black lace panties covering her mons. Mara's voice was soft and breathy, "Are my panties showing?" "Just faintly. ... They're in shadow ..." I was breathless, "But your legs and knees and inner thighs - under your skirt ... so beautiful." I sent her a kiss and she sent one back, tacitly letting me know that she was reveling in the sexual titillation of enticing me with glimpses of her lovely body and thrilling me with invitations to caress her in forbidden places. She increased the sexual tension with a breathless, "Why don't you move my skirt ... and maybe open my legs just a little more ... so the camera can see where you've been feeling me under my skirt ... and making me feel so sexy?" My voice was a gasping whisper, "Mara, I ... I'm getting ... ." "I know, Darling. You're leaking ... and so am I." She sent me a warm kiss. "Please, ... I like it when you're ... you know, helping me." I lay the camera on the sofa and moved to her. She stroked my bulge for a moment and then squeezed the head. A soft kiss told her how close to her I felt. I lifted a soft breast and bent to kiss its roundness at the edge of the dress. Mara moaned quietly when I pinched her nipple through the material. I knelt and caressed her thighs, pushing the skirt higher, nearly to her hips. She raised up a bit and sighed, "Move it out from under me ... so I'm not sitting on it." I moved the dress and nearly swooned at the sensuality of the exposure. "Your thighs and hips are beautiful." With both hands I stroked and felt and hugged the warmth and smoothness and womanliness of the underside of her thighs and then in the warmth between them close to her vulva. Finally I lifted the untucked leg and moved it to further open her thighs and enhance the effect of the beautiful inner nakedness above the stocking tops, and to let the camera steal a glimpse of her panty-covered vulva. Mara sighed and stroked my arm, "My panties are going to show a little now ... aren't they?" Quietly, "Mm hmm ..." My hands caressed and hugged the naked inner softness of the nearest thigh from her stocking top to the edge of her panty next to her mons and then up the curve of her hip. My lips trailed behind to softly kiss her pale, Gypsy skin where my hands ventured. Moaning quietly, Mara stroked my head and lifted the leg and moved it even closer to me to encourage my caresses and hugs, and to let me enjoy all of the naked thigh beneath her and the soft cheeks of her bum just below her vulva. She whined and sighed quietly while my hands affectionately ventured inside her panty to squeeze the soft, round cheeks of her bottom. Her voice was breathy and affectionate, "Honey?" "Mm hmm?" "Are there any ... little hairs ... showing?" "You mean ...?" "Mm hmm, down there ... between my thighs. ... You know where I mean. ... Next to where your hands are feeling and loving me under my panties." Kissing and stroking close to her special place I looked carefully along the edge of her panties. "Just one or two ... down ... quite far down." I was breathless. "The camera probably won't see them." "Maybe you'd better try to tuck them in my panties, ... just in case you decide to do a close-up of my ... inner thighs." "Uhhnn, Mara?" I was momentarily stunned and hesitantly looked at her with a rush of lust tingling at the back of my throat. I could hear my heart pounding in my ears. Almost gasping, "I'll be so close to your ... to ... you know ... I'll be touching you there." Her eyes were half lidded and her lips were lushly slack. She had the look of lust. She took one of my hands and lifted it to her lips. "I know, Darling." She kissed my fingers. "Your hands are so affectionate the way you ... feel and caress me." She removed my hand from her lips and placed it on her puffy vulva. My heart pounded. Mara's own hands then languidly stroked over her tummy and hips and sides of her thighs - smoothing, preening, enjoying the feel of her own soft skin, and seeming to present herself to me. Her hand returned to cover mine and she sighed, "It will feel so much nicer if you do it." Almost imperceptibly, while she held my hand on her, her vulva squirmed into my palm, thrilling me and confessing the heat she was feeling. Her breathing noticeably elevated. Quietly she urged, "Maybe you'll be able to ... see better ... if you're between my legs." I moved from beside her to kneel inside the untucked leg and nearly swooned at my now suggestive position. I had to adjust my bulge and Mara sent me a kiss while she watched me push it around in my shorts. She looked softly mischievous when she whispered, "Can I help you?" I was momentarily surprised, but uttered, "Yes. Please." I moved to stand close to her. "I'll have to reach inside and ... touch you again." "I know." We both were in a state of deep lust, but Mara displayed far fewer inhibitions then I. She slowly slipped her hand under the leg of my shorts and delicately grasped my swooning erection. She fondled it and squeezed it and pushed it up against my abdomen. I hugged her adventurous hand to me and flexed into her. Mara looked up with smoldering eyes and murmured, "You feel hot and wonderfully stiff, and the head is so ... soft."