My Portrait Session (03/25/91)
Archive-name: portrait
"My Portrait Session"
by Passionate Penelope
I awoke earlier than I had really planned. Everything in
the bed fit just right. The blankets were warm and every fold in
them was just right. The pillow fit my head just right. The
early morning sun in the room was just enough to encourage me to
stay in bed and do a little daydreaming.
I rolled over onto my back and just kind of stared at the
ceiling through half closed eyes. I stretched and pulled the
covers up to my chin. I was comfortable and didn't want the
feeling to end.
With my hands folded across my chest, I could feel the slow
rise and fall of my breasts with each breath. I liked the feeling
of my breasts. They sure weren't anything that would make a
man's eyes bulge, but I hadn't heard a lot of complaints about
them, either.
The fingers of my left hand started tracing lazy little
patterns on my right breast and I could feel the familiar tingle
as the nipple began to contract and stiffen. My mind just
floated, not really fixing on anything other than the tingling
sensation building in the skin of my breast.
Unconsciously, my right hand had gone down to my right thigh
and started mimicking the motions of my left hand. I like the
feel of my skin. At times I wish I knew a man who really knew
how to touch me. A gentle touch, not the pawing and groping I
was used to. The kind of touch that barely disturbs the fine,
downy hairs on my skin. The kind of touch that leaves you
wondering a little if you are being touched at all.
My hand seemed to have a mind of it's own. It moved from my
thigh to explore the shapes and contours of my lower belly. It
wanted to move even lower, but the growing sense of anticipation
kept it restrained. I knew that the restraint wouldn't last much
longer, but I savored the feeling.
Now the invisible leash was gone. My hand moved lower and
began to gently explore the valley of my mons. There were so
many interesting places for sensations to hide here and I was
determined to find all of them.
First I found a little bundle of nerves hiding within a fold
of skin. I teased and taunted it until it poked it's little head
out and greeted the new day. Once it was out of hiding and full
awake it began to speak with an ever increasing urgency. It
cried and quivered with excitement at the gentle stroking. It
purred and returned the favor by sending unmistakable signals of
pleasure to my brain.
After a short visit it was time to do some more exploring.
My fingers traveled farther down and worked their way between the
folds of flesh that concealed my love passage. Slowly,
cautiously my fingers explored the entrance to the dark, moist
canal.
Gathering all it's courage one brave finger entered the
recess and called to the others to join him. It was warm and
miost inside and not at all unpleasant. He probed and explored
deeper into the channel. He began to gently stroke the folds of
skin at the entrance to the warmth. He pressed it firmly against
my pubic bone and felt the surrounding area begin to quake in
anticipation.
My hips began to thrust upward ever so slightly. My thighs
were pressed together and held the explorers trapped in the
valley. My thighs began a rhythmic stroking of each other and I
could feel the onset of eruption at hand.
Now the explorers were gone. They were replaced by my own
need for release. I stroked my clit and ran my fingers deep into
my canal as my left hand tugged and pinched at my erect nipples.
I was almost there, just a few more seconds.
I grabbed my breast hard and pulled up on my right hand,
trapping my clit tight against my pubic bone. My body shook and
moaned in the throws of orgasm.
Covered in a fine sheen of perspiration, I relaxed into the
warm feeling achieved only after a sexual climax. I continued to
bring myself down from the peak by gently touching and stroking
my body. Slowly I reached a state of composure. Now the day
could begin for real.
I had things to do today and one of them I was really
looking forward to. Early this afternoon I was to have my
portrait done. My employer had decided to hang photographs of
all the office employees in the lobby of the office. I hadn't
had my photo done professionally in years and was anxious to get
the pictures done. My parents and my boyfreind wanted copies and
this way I could save a few dollars by letting my boss pay for
the sitting fee. All I'd have to pay for was the extra prints.
Not a bad deal at all!
Even though I had all morning to prepare, I decided to start
right away. This would give me a little while to do some
shopping on the way to the photographer's studio. We weren't
told exactly how the boss wanted us to look in the photos, so I
decded to look as feminine as possible. I never really liked
looking like "one of the guys". I was born a female and I enjoy
looking like one.
I selected a white, ruffled front blouse and a pale yellow
skirt with a wide belt that would show off my narrow waist. To
complete the feeling I decided to complete the "image" with some
of the frilliest lingerie I own. There's nothing in the world
that makes me feel more feminine than being dressed in lace and
frills, even if noone else sees it or knows that I've got it on.
It's all a state of mind, I guess.
Now some women like the ease and utility of pantyhose. I
don't. I wear nylons and garters. They take a little longer to
put on, but they enhance my feeling of feminiity. I also like
the way a little of the flesh of my thighs peeks over the top of
nylons, almost like a promise of things to come. I selected
apair of white hose with a little lace at the top. As long as I
was going to be dressed in light colors, this would complete the
look very nicely. I finished off the lingerie selection with a
pair of lacy, high cut panties and my frilliest white brassier.
Standing in front of my full length mirror, I decided I very
much liked the way I looked. I was just a little unsure about
the panties I had chosen. Through the lace front, my light brown
pubic patch was plainly visible. So what! It made me feel just
a little sleazy walking around this way, but that's half the fun
of lingerie; being secretly sleazy. A little higher, if I
looked closely enough, I could just make out the shadows of my
nipples through the bra. Just right. I approved of the way I
looked.
I slipped into the skirt and blouse. The blouse I buttoned
only high enough to hide the top edges of my bra. There was just
a hint of my cleavage showing above the top button. Sleazy, but
not too cheap looking. I felt good.
I put on a pair of high heeled sandals and left for a little
shopping before I went to the studio.
While driving to the shopping plaza I had only the floor
vents opened in my car. The day was warm, but not warm enough to
keep all the windows open. Besides, I wanted my hair to stay as
it was. The cool air blew over my legs and light breezes found
their way under my skirt. They felt like little fingers gently
caressing the skin of my thighs above my stockings. I knew there
was another reason I liked them; I felt accessable with the tops
of my thighs exposed this way. It was a lovely feeling and I
enjoyed every minute of it. Even my nipples liked it. They were
doing their best to strain my bra.
At the plaza I parked a bit farther from the entrance than I
really had to. I didn't mind the walk and the air felt good on
my legs as I walked to the double doors.
In my area there is a very prominent trend at shopping
plazas toward having more shops that cater to women's wear. Not
the smallest area catered to is specialty shops that sell only
lingerie and feminine gowns. I can browse in these for hours.
I've also spent more than my fair share in some of them. I knew
that I'd probably spend more than a few dollars in one, too.
This plaza had a store called "Feminine Finery" that had one
of the most eyecatching window displays I had ever seen. The
windows were filled with displays of panties, bras, hose, and
basques. I knew they would be taking some of my money today.
Just like a person who goes grocery shopping when hungry, I tend
to spend a lot on lingerie when I feel especially sleazy.
When I entered the store I knew I'd be here for more than
just a short while. This was one of the largest selections of
lingerie I had ever seen. There were no displays of outerwear at
all, just rack after rack of lacy, feminine underthings. A good
portion of it was for everyday wear, but the vast majority was of
the very sexy, revealing type.
My first selection was a few pairs of stockings. I like to
co-ordinate what I wear so I chose several different styles and
colors. There was a good selection of stockings with the very
lacy tops, so that's the kind I concentrated on. I also, for the
first time, selected several pairs with the back seam. I thought
that they would be a little fussier to put on, but that they
might be a little more exciting for anyone who saw me in them.
For a while I browsed through the large selection of corsets
and basques. I always felt that these were some of the sexiest
underthings a woman could wear. They did such a nice job of
covering what caould be seen and revealing and accentuating what
should not be seen in public. Of all the different styles I
looked at I liked the more revealing the best. I finally settled
for a basque that was cut very high in back, to expose all of my
rear, and had only a demi-bra built in. This would lift my
breasts while still leaving them exposed and accessible. It was
all white lace and satin. I loved it!
My final purchases were from the panty section. I chose
several pairs of all lace string type and I even found a couple
pairs of the crotchless panties that I liked. The open panties
were more than just crotchless. They had a sheer back and
garters. Around the lacy front opening they were trimmed with
pink or white satin. I could hardly wait to try them out with a
pair of my new lace topped stockings. I'd never bought a pair of
open panties before and I could imagine just how naughty I'd feel
every time I wore them out in public, even if noone else knew I
had them on.
By now my shoping time was just about at an end. My sitting
appointment was in less than 30 minutes and I wanted to be a
little early so I'd have time to fix my makeup and talk to the
photographer about the poses he'd want to take. It was quite a
while since I had my picture done by a professional and I was
more than a little nervous about it.
I walked across the mall to the studio and greeted the
pretty, young girl who acted as his receptionist. I was told
that I was to be the next session in the studio and to look at
some of the photos on the wall to see if there were any poses
that I thought I'd look good in.
The walls were covered with all shapes and sizes of photos.
They ran the gamut from high school graduation pictures to family
portraits. One section was separated from the main reception
area by a set of small swinging doors, almost like saloon doors.
When I asked the receptionist about the separate display area I
was told that this area was reserved for those who wanted
something a little more glamorous than the normal portraits.
Sarah, the receptionist, invited me to go into the display
annex and look around saying that the photos in there were quite
unique and very interesting. When I entered the display I could
see what Sarah had meant.
All the photos in this area were of different women who were
dressed in only various types of lingerie or nothing at all.
Sarah explained that these were special portraits that were done
for husbands or boyfriends of the women pictured. The poses were
all very erotic, yet they were done tastefully enough to tease
the eyes of the viewer.
It was plain to see, also, that the women pictured were
really just ordinary women who wanted to take a little trip into
the fantasy world of erotic photography. None of them looked
sluttish, but all of them looked very appealing.
On one wall were several photos of Sarah. In one of the
photos she was posed on a large, red divan. She was lying on her
left side, resting her head on her hand and looking directly into
the camers lens. She was totally nude. Her left leg was lying
on the seat, while her right knee was raised, almost forming a
horizontal figure four with her legs. Her right arm was lying on
her right side with her hand positioned in such a manner that it
almost covered her light brown pubic hair. She lookes exquisite,
with her very slim waist and full breasts. Her nipples were just
erect enough to suggest that she was a little bit sexually
aroused.
In one of the other photos of Sarah, she was posed with her
back toward the camera. She was leaning forward on the arm of an
old wing back chair. In this photo she was not nude, but rather
wore only white lingerie and high heeled sandals. Her lingerie
consisted of a lacy white garter belt and white stockings. it
was very evident that her rear was one of the fine points of her
body. It was very round and high and one could just make out the
hint of her lower lips peeking between her thighs. I could
easily see why her photos were on display as samples of the
erotic portraiture.
I remarked that the special photos were very interesting,
but I doubted that I could pose for any of that type without
being extremely self-conscious and embarrassed. I don't mind
being seen nude or in sexy lingerie, but a photograph is so
permanent.
Sarah said that she felt the same way before she posed for
the photos I had just seen, but that after she saw how they
looked as finished work, she was more than a little proud of
their outcome. The only difficult decision she had to make was
whether or not to allow them to be displayed as sample photos,
and after the first week or so of their display she was actually
anxious for others to see them.
As we left the "private" display area the photographer came
out of his studio escorting his last subjects. They were a young
couple with a small boy with them. Evidently they were here for
a family sitting.
The photographer, Mark, was about 35 years old with an
average build. He was nice looking in a farm-boyish way. He had
sandy colored hair and a very pleasant, friendly face. Mark
spent a few minutes saying good-bye to the prior customers and
afterward walked toward Sarah an me with a big smile on his face.
He had a smile that could charm the pants off a nun.
Mark led me down a short corridor to the camera room we were
going to use for my sitting. Along the way I could see into
several other camera rooms that were situated off the same
corridor. One of these has a good selection of toys for
children. Evidently Mark also did a fair amount of child
photography. I remarked to him that child photography must take
a great deal of patience and he was quick to agree.
Another camera room that I caught a glimpse of was
apparently used for the erotic photos that I had seen in the
display. This room was furnished with a brass bed, a large
divan, and several large, comfortable looking chairs. The
furniture was arranged in such a way that by changing the camera
angle it would appear in the picture to be an entirely different
room. This was also the largest camera room that Mark used.
Mark suggested that I use one of the dressing rooms there to
adjust my makeup and hair and that as soon as I was ready we
could begin.
It took only a short time to fine tune my appearance and I
followed Mark into the last camera room along the corridor. The
room was not as large as I had expected. This may have been due
to the array of lights and props that were present here. I could
see that this was the real workhorse camera room for the studio.
Mark asked me to sit on a small stool behind a black velvet
draped posing table. I was just a little nervous and Mark told
me that the first few shots would probably not be the ones that I
would pick as my final prints, but that after I relaxed a bit we
would get some fine photos. It was very evident that as well as
being a photographer, Mark was also a bit of a psychologist. He
knew exactly how I felt.
As the session progressed we began a little small talk about
nothing in particular. The conversation ranged from the weather
to the state of the national economy. I was impressed by Mark's
ability to keep up his end of the conversation no matter what
subject I brought up. Eventually I asked about the erotic photos
that I had seen on the walls of his reception area. Mark said
that he ahd started doing those more or less as a favor to very
close friends who wanted something other than the run of the mill
portraits of themselves or wives or girlfriends.
I said that the idea of posing for that kind of photo was
very intrigueing for me but that I didn't know if I could really
go through with the nudity in front of a camera. The lingerie
poses would be easy for me to do, but totally baring myself for
the camera was a different story. Actually, the idea was more
than a little exciting for me. I could very easily see myself
nude with Mark.
Mark excused himself from the room for a moment and when he
returned he told me that he had asked Sarah to rearrange his next
few customers. He explained that he would be doing some of his
special glamour photos of me. I was a little surprised, but
after a few minutes agreed as long as I had the final say as to
what was done with the finished prints and the negatives.
Mark led me back down the corridor we had used previously
and we entered the camera room that held the brass bed and divan.
Mark explained that we would start out with some less
revealing photos and work our way to photos that would be as
explicit and revealing as I felt comfortabe with. I would be in
total control of exactly how explicit and revealing the photos
would be.
We started the session on the divan. In the first few poses
I was seated or half reclining. I opened my blouse to reveal my
lace bra and raised my skirt to show my legs and stockings. When
the tops of my thighs was exposed to the camera I could feel a
bit of heat starting to build inside me. I had done pretty much
the same thing while trying to get a man interested in me, but
this was like trying to seduce a machine. Mark came out from
behind the camera to make small adjustments to my pose or
clothing, but for the most part, it seemed as though it was only
me and the camera lens in the room.
Mark encouraged me with soft words and I began to respond by
getting a little more explicit in my posing. I started by gently
caressing my legs and inner thighs with my hands. Next I removed
my blouse and loosened my bra. With my bra hanging from my
shoulders by it's straps I reached under it and slowly began to
kneed and squeeze my breasts. My nipples grew stiff in response
and I could feel the electricity building inside my body. I
absolutely loved being the sole recipient of all the attention
and at that moment decided that the sky was the limit.
I stood and removed my bra completely and let my skirt drop
to the floor. Now I was cald only in panties, garter, hose, and
shoes. The air in the room was cool and soothing on my exposed
skin. I returned to the divan and idly traced little patterns on
my breasts with my fingertips while Mark loaded more film into
the camera. I hoped he had a lot of film; I was planning on
giving him a good show.
I turned my back to the camera and leaned forward over the
back of the divan. My rear was thrust out to the camera and my
legs were spread slightly. AS I looked sideways over my shoulder
into the camera lens I began caressing my inner thighs. I ran my
hand up and down and around the exposed flesh. I grasped the
fabric of my panties and pulled it tight between my cheeks. The
sensation of tension between my cheeks and against my lower lips
made my pulse race. God, but I loved this!
My hips began to slowly sway back and forth as I got more
and more self involved. I ran my fingers from back to front,
thracing the contours of my intimate areas. I could feel the
familiar wetness building inside my love canal. My panties were
now more than a little damp. I slowly slid a finger into myself
and Mark said that he felt that this was going to be a very
special photo session. I could hardly hear him as my passion
built.
I turned and sat on the divan. I had to tug just a little
to get my panties off, as they were pulled up tightly in my slit.
I leaned back and spread my thighs slightly. I could still hear
the camera shutter and looked over at Mark. He was starting to
look very good to me by this time. I think the bulge in the
front of his pants had a lot to do with that. Soon I would check
out some of his other equipment, but for now I was going to give
him a photo session that he'd not soon forget.
Lying back with my legs spread I reached down and opened
myself up fully for the camera. I teased myself with my
fingertips. I traced the edges of my opening and lightle stroked
my clit. Unlike earlier at home, this time there were no little
explorers. It was just me and I was determined to make this a
memorable occasion. I pushed first one and then two fingers deep
into my pussy and, as I had done earlier, ground my flesh between
my fingers and my pubic bone. I could feel my climax building to
a peak. I used my free hand to torment my clit as I dug into my
pussy. I graoned and squealed and finally came with a shudder.
The camera had stopped it's winking and Mark stood staring wide-
eyed at me.
Now it was time to do a little exploring of my own. I sat
upright again and asked Mark to come nearer so that I could show
my appreciation for all he had allowed me to experience. He came
to me and stood between my open knees. I didn't want to hide
anything from him as I thanked him.
I ran my hands up his thighs and stroked his stiff tool
through his pants. I knew that I would not be disappointed in
the equipment that I had not yet seen. I could just make out the
shape of his cock head through the fabric. I needed to see and
feel more. I opened and lowered his pants and shorts.
His cock was beautiful! Here, in front of me, was a good 9"
of stiff muscle. I ran my hands up and down the shaft and felt
it jump and twitch a little each time I made contact with the
ridge of the head. I played with the opening in the end. by
pulling gently to the sides, I could open his cock a little and I
lightly the tip of my tongue around and into this little opening.
Mark's hands held the back of my head firmly to his groin.
His cock pumped in and out of my mouth as I ran my hands over his
balls and ass. I was not sucking him. Rather he was fucking my
mouth as if it were a pussy. This hadn't been done to me before
and I loved it. I felt totally under his control and he could
use me any way he wanted. He was completely involved in his own
pleasure, as I had been a short time before.
His cock was so large that there was no way he could get all
of it into my mouth at one time. He would reach down and gently
hold my face to adjust the pressure on his cock. Sometimes he
would pull it out of my mouth, only to force it back in as if he
was teasing my pussy with it. He was firm with his urging and I
knew that I wouldn't be able to stop until he was ready for me
to.
Just as I started to taste a few drops of his emission he
ulled out of my mouth and told me to turn around and bend over
the divan. I eagerly complied. From this position he began to
use his hands to explore my intimate regions. I felt him reach
between my thighs and make contact with my clit. His touch was
firm and sent waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I
wanted him inside me, but he wasn't ready to do anything but toy
with me yet. I begged him to shove his cock into me, but he only
said that I wasn't ready yet. I rocked forward and back, trying
to feel his tool against my opening and maybe slip a little of it
inside. He just backed up out of reach. He was enjoying teasing
me too much to complete our act yet.
Now he had two fingers inside me and was kneeding the flesh
between my pussy and anus with them and his thumb. I bucked
against his hand and felt the tip of his thumb begin to enter my
anus. It was the most pleasant pain that I had ever felt! I
wanted him to never stop. Suddenly, I was empty. Mark had
removed both his fingers and his thumb from my body.
I began to feel a blunt pressure at the opening of my pussy.
This was the moment I had wanted to happen. He pushed slowly and
steadily until he was in to the base of his beautiful cock. I
thrust my hips backward to get the most penetration I could. I
was completely filled as I had never been filled before. I felt
stretched and I swear I could feel every bump and contour of his
magnificent tool.
Sometimes he would pull out completely and then thrust
quickly into me until he was buried to the root.
Now I could feel the familiar pressure of his finger trying
to get into my anus as his prick filled my pussy. I thought I'd
explode as his finger probed deeper and deeper into my rear.
Then there were two fingers in my anus. I squealed and moaned at
the new sensations that were coursing through my body. Then I
was empty again.
Now Mark told me to get on the floor and assume a position
with my head down and my rear in the air. When I had taken this
position I felt completely vulnerable and at his mercy. I had a
feeling I knew what was to come and was more than a little
apprehensive.
Again my anus was filled by his fingers. This time Mark was
trying his best to get a third finger inside me and it took
several tries before he succeeded. I had never been taken from
the rear and didn't really know what to expect, although I had a
rough idea.
He removed his fingers and I could begin to feel the dull
pressure of his cock against my anus. I felt myself begin to
stretch to accomodate the intruder and my reflex was to try to
get away from the pressure. Mark reached down and took firm hold
of my hips and prevented me from avoiding his thrusts.
Ever so slowly, my resistance lessened and I felt the head
of his cock pop into my ass. It ached a bit, but Mark
momentarily stopped his thrusting and gave me a little time to
relax and grow accustomed to the new sensation. Relax I did. I
even began to slowly rock back and forth trying to get just a
little more of him inside me. The discomfort gradually was
replaced by a feeling of building pleasure and I wanted more and
more of him inside my no longer virgin ass.
It wasn't long befor Mark again began his thrusting. I
could feel him slipping a little farther into me with each
thrust. I couldn't believe that he'd be able to get all of that
massive cock into my ass, but he did. I had never before felt so
full. He had all of his cock buried in my ass and began to take
long, slow strokes in and out. A few times he would take his
cock completely out and I would rock my ass in the air looking
for it. At these times he wasn't quite so gentle when he put it
back in. He thrust it hard and quickly all the way to the root
and several times I found myself graoning with the mixture of
pain and pleasure.
I had gradually lowered myself until I was lying on my
stomach on the floor. Mark was on top of me and all his weight
was driving his cock deep into my ass. I couldn't have moved out
from under him even if I had wanted to. By now I knew that I was
being used only for his pleasure and that our coupling wouldn't
end until Mark was satisfied.
I threw my head back and forth and dug at the carpet with
the fingers of my outstretched hands. Never before had I been
brought to such peaks of pleasure!
Suddenly Mark started to push harder and faster. His cock
was like a piston in my ass. With his hands on my shoulders he
drove his massive tool into me with one last spasmodic thrust and
I could almost feel my bowels fill with his thick semen.
Covered with a fine sheen of perspiration, Mark collapsed on
my back. Little by little I could feel his prick relaxing. I
clenched him tightly with my sphincter. I wasn't sure whether I
wanted him to stop, but I was more than a little worn out from
our session.
Mark rolled slowly off my back and I yelped a little as his
cock pulled free from my anus. I felt empty and more than just a
little tender. It was almost as though his prick was still
buried in my anus.
We rose and quickly dressed. We'd been involved in sex long
enough to raise a few suspicions about why the photo session was
taking so long. Also I was sure that the noises coming from the
camera room were quite a bit louder and coarser than the usual
session.
As I left the room I assured Mark that I'd return soon to
see the proofs and that if I wasn't completely satisfied he'd
have to do everything over again until I was. What I didn't tell
him was that there was no possible way that I would be satisfied
until we had at least one more session!
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"My Portrait Session"
by Passionate Penelope
I awoke earlier than I had really planned. Everything in
the bed fit just right. The blankets were warm and every fold in
them was just right. The pillow fit my head just right. The
early morning sun in the room was just enough to encourage me to
stay in bed and do a little daydreaming.
I rolled over onto my back and just kind of stared at the
ceiling through half closed eyes. I stretched and pulled the
covers up to my chin. I was comfortable and didn't want the
feeling to end.
With my hands folded across my chest, I could feel the slow
rise and fall of my breasts with each breath. I liked the feeling
of my breasts. They sure weren't anything that would make a
man's eyes bulge, but I hadn't heard a lot of complaints about
them, either.
The fingers of my left hand started tracing lazy little
patterns on my right breast and I could feel the familiar tingle
as the nipple began to contract and stiffen. My mind just
floated, not really fixing on anything other than the tingling
sensation building in the skin of my breast.
Unconsciously, my right hand had gone down to my right thigh
and started mimicking the motions of my left hand. I like the
feel of my skin. At times I wish I knew a man who really knew
how to touch me. A gentle touch, not the pawing and groping I
was used to. The kind of touch that barely disturbs the fine,
downy hairs on my skin. The kind of touch that leaves you
wondering a little if you are being touched at all.
My hand seemed to have a mind of it's own. It moved from my
thigh to explore the shapes and contours of my lower belly. It
wanted to move even lower, but the growing sense of anticipation
kept it restrained. I knew that the restraint wouldn't last much
longer, but I savored the feeling.
Now the invisible leash was gone. My hand moved lower and
began to gently explore the valley of my mons. There were so
many interesting places for sensations to hide here and I was
determined to find all of them.
First I found a little bundle of nerves hiding within a fold
of skin. I teased and taunted it until it poked it's little head
out and greeted the new day. Once it was out of hiding and full
awake it began to speak with an ever increasing urgency. It
cried and quivered with excitement at the gentle stroking. It
purred and returned the favor by sending unmistakable signals of
pleasure to my brain.
After a short visit it was time to do some more exploring.
My fingers traveled farther down and worked their way between the
folds of flesh that concealed my love passage. Slowly,
cautiously my fingers explored the entrance to the dark, moist
canal.
Gathering all it's courage one brave finger entered the
recess and called to the others to join him. It was warm and
miost inside and not at all unpleasant. He probed and explored
deeper into the channel. He began to gently stroke the folds of
skin at the entrance to the warmth. He pressed it firmly against
my pubic bone and felt the surrounding area begin to quake in
anticipation.
My hips began to thrust upward ever so slightly. My thighs
were pressed together and held the explorers trapped in the
valley. My thighs began a rhythmic stroking of each other and I
could feel the onset of eruption at hand.
Now the explorers were gone. They were replaced by my own
need for release. I stroked my clit and ran my fingers deep into
my canal as my left hand tugged and pinched at my erect nipples.
I was almost there, just a few more seconds.
I grabbed my breast hard and pulled up on my right hand,
trapping my clit tight against my pubic bone. My body shook and
moaned in the throws of orgasm.
Covered in a fine sheen of perspiration, I relaxed into the
warm feeling achieved only after a sexual climax. I continued to
bring myself down from the peak by gently touching and stroking
my body. Slowly I reached a state of composure. Now the day
could begin for real.
I had things to do today and one of them I was really
looking forward to. Early this afternoon I was to have my
portrait done. My employer had decided to hang photographs of
all the office employees in the lobby of the office. I hadn't
had my photo done professionally in years and was anxious to get
the pictures done. My parents and my boyfreind wanted copies and
this way I could save a few dollars by letting my boss pay for
the sitting fee. All I'd have to pay for was the extra prints.
Not a bad deal at all!
Even though I had all morning to prepare, I decided to start
right away. This would give me a little while to do some
shopping on the way to the photographer's studio. We weren't
told exactly how the boss wanted us to look in the photos, so I
decded to look as feminine as possible. I never really liked
looking like "one of the guys". I was born a female and I enjoy
looking like one.
I selected a white, ruffled front blouse and a pale yellow
skirt with a wide belt that would show off my narrow waist. To
complete the feeling I decided to complete the "image" with some
of the frilliest lingerie I own. There's nothing in the world
that makes me feel more feminine than being dressed in lace and
frills, even if noone else sees it or knows that I've got it on.
It's all a state of mind, I guess.
Now some women like the ease and utility of pantyhose. I
don't. I wear nylons and garters. They take a little longer to
put on, but they enhance my feeling of feminiity. I also like
the way a little of the flesh of my thighs peeks over the top of
nylons, almost like a promise of things to come. I selected
apair of white hose with a little lace at the top. As long as I
was going to be dressed in light colors, this would complete the
look very nicely. I finished off the lingerie selection with a
pair of lacy, high cut panties and my frilliest white brassier.
Standing in front of my full length mirror, I decided I very
much liked the way I looked. I was just a little unsure about
the panties I had chosen. Through the lace front, my light brown
pubic patch was plainly visible. So what! It made me feel just
a little sleazy walking around this way, but that's half the fun
of lingerie; being secretly sleazy. A little higher, if I
looked closely enough, I could just make out the shadows of my
nipples through the bra. Just right. I approved of the way I
looked.
I slipped into the skirt and blouse. The blouse I buttoned
only high enough to hide the top edges of my bra. There was just
a hint of my cleavage showing above the top button. Sleazy, but
not too cheap looking. I felt good.
I put on a pair of high heeled sandals and left for a little
shopping before I went to the studio.
While driving to the shopping plaza I had only the floor
vents opened in my car. The day was warm, but not warm enough to
keep all the windows open. Besides, I wanted my hair to stay as
it was. The cool air blew over my legs and light breezes found
their way under my skirt. They felt like little fingers gently
caressing the skin of my thighs above my stockings. I knew there
was another reason I liked them; I felt accessable with the tops
of my thighs exposed this way. It was a lovely feeling and I
enjoyed every minute of it. Even my nipples liked it. They were
doing their best to strain my bra.
At the plaza I parked a bit farther from the entrance than I
really had to. I didn't mind the walk and the air felt good on
my legs as I walked to the double doors.
In my area there is a very prominent trend at shopping
plazas toward having more shops that cater to women's wear. Not
the smallest area catered to is specialty shops that sell only
lingerie and feminine gowns. I can browse in these for hours.
I've also spent more than my fair share in some of them. I knew
that I'd probably spend more than a few dollars in one, too.
This plaza had a store called "Feminine Finery" that had one
of the most eyecatching window displays I had ever seen. The
windows were filled with displays of panties, bras, hose, and
basques. I knew they would be taking some of my money today.
Just like a person who goes grocery shopping when hungry, I tend
to spend a lot on lingerie when I feel especially sleazy.
When I entered the store I knew I'd be here for more than
just a short while. This was one of the largest selections of
lingerie I had ever seen. There were no displays of outerwear at
all, just rack after rack of lacy, feminine underthings. A good
portion of it was for everyday wear, but the vast majority was of
the very sexy, revealing type.
My first selection was a few pairs of stockings. I like to
co-ordinate what I wear so I chose several different styles and
colors. There was a good selection of stockings with the very
lacy tops, so that's the kind I concentrated on. I also, for the
first time, selected several pairs with the back seam. I thought
that they would be a little fussier to put on, but that they
might be a little more exciting for anyone who saw me in them.
For a while I browsed through the large selection of corsets
and basques. I always felt that these were some of the sexiest
underthings a woman could wear. They did such a nice job of
covering what caould be seen and revealing and accentuating what
should not be seen in public. Of all the different styles I
looked at I liked the more revealing the best. I finally settled
for a basque that was cut very high in back, to expose all of my
rear, and had only a demi-bra built in. This would lift my
breasts while still leaving them exposed and accessible. It was
all white lace and satin. I loved it!
My final purchases were from the panty section. I chose
several pairs of all lace string type and I even found a couple
pairs of the crotchless panties that I liked. The open panties
were more than just crotchless. They had a sheer back and
garters. Around the lacy front opening they were trimmed with
pink or white satin. I could hardly wait to try them out with a
pair of my new lace topped stockings. I'd never bought a pair of
open panties before and I could imagine just how naughty I'd feel
every time I wore them out in public, even if noone else knew I
had them on.
By now my shoping time was just about at an end. My sitting
appointment was in less than 30 minutes and I wanted to be a
little early so I'd have time to fix my makeup and talk to the
photographer about the poses he'd want to take. It was quite a
while since I had my picture done by a professional and I was
more than a little nervous about it.
I walked across the mall to the studio and greeted the
pretty, young girl who acted as his receptionist. I was told
that I was to be the next session in the studio and to look at
some of the photos on the wall to see if there were any poses
that I thought I'd look good in.
The walls were covered with all shapes and sizes of photos.
They ran the gamut from high school graduation pictures to family
portraits. One section was separated from the main reception
area by a set of small swinging doors, almost like saloon doors.
When I asked the receptionist about the separate display area I
was told that this area was reserved for those who wanted
something a little more glamorous than the normal portraits.
Sarah, the receptionist, invited me to go into the display
annex and look around saying that the photos in there were quite
unique and very interesting. When I entered the display I could
see what Sarah had meant.
All the photos in this area were of different women who were
dressed in only various types of lingerie or nothing at all.
Sarah explained that these were special portraits that were done
for husbands or boyfriends of the women pictured. The poses were
all very erotic, yet they were done tastefully enough to tease
the eyes of the viewer.
It was plain to see, also, that the women pictured were
really just ordinary women who wanted to take a little trip into
the fantasy world of erotic photography. None of them looked
sluttish, but all of them looked very appealing.
On one wall were several photos of Sarah. In one of the
photos she was posed on a large, red divan. She was lying on her
left side, resting her head on her hand and looking directly into
the camers lens. She was totally nude. Her left leg was lying
on the seat, while her right knee was raised, almost forming a
horizontal figure four with her legs. Her right arm was lying on
her right side with her hand positioned in such a manner that it
almost covered her light brown pubic hair. She lookes exquisite,
with her very slim waist and full breasts. Her nipples were just
erect enough to suggest that she was a little bit sexually
aroused.
In one of the other photos of Sarah, she was posed with her
back toward the camera. She was leaning forward on the arm of an
old wing back chair. In this photo she was not nude, but rather
wore only white lingerie and high heeled sandals. Her lingerie
consisted of a lacy white garter belt and white stockings. it
was very evident that her rear was one of the fine points of her
body. It was very round and high and one could just make out the
hint of her lower lips peeking between her thighs. I could
easily see why her photos were on display as samples of the
erotic portraiture.
I remarked that the special photos were very interesting,
but I doubted that I could pose for any of that type without
being extremely self-conscious and embarrassed. I don't mind
being seen nude or in sexy lingerie, but a photograph is so
permanent.
Sarah said that she felt the same way before she posed for
the photos I had just seen, but that after she saw how they
looked as finished work, she was more than a little proud of
their outcome. The only difficult decision she had to make was
whether or not to allow them to be displayed as sample photos,
and after the first week or so of their display she was actually
anxious for others to see them.
As we left the "private" display area the photographer came
out of his studio escorting his last subjects. They were a young
couple with a small boy with them. Evidently they were here for
a family sitting.
The photographer, Mark, was about 35 years old with an
average build. He was nice looking in a farm-boyish way. He had
sandy colored hair and a very pleasant, friendly face. Mark
spent a few minutes saying good-bye to the prior customers and
afterward walked toward Sarah an me with a big smile on his face.
He had a smile that could charm the pants off a nun.
Mark led me down a short corridor to the camera room we were
going to use for my sitting. Along the way I could see into
several other camera rooms that were situated off the same
corridor. One of these has a good selection of toys for
children. Evidently Mark also did a fair amount of child
photography. I remarked to him that child photography must take
a great deal of patience and he was quick to agree.
Another camera room that I caught a glimpse of was
apparently used for the erotic photos that I had seen in the
display. This room was furnished with a brass bed, a large
divan, and several large, comfortable looking chairs. The
furniture was arranged in such a way that by changing the camera
angle it would appear in the picture to be an entirely different
room. This was also the largest camera room that Mark used.
Mark suggested that I use one of the dressing rooms there to
adjust my makeup and hair and that as soon as I was ready we
could begin.
It took only a short time to fine tune my appearance and I
followed Mark into the last camera room along the corridor. The
room was not as large as I had expected. This may have been due
to the array of lights and props that were present here. I could
see that this was the real workhorse camera room for the studio.
Mark asked me to sit on a small stool behind a black velvet
draped posing table. I was just a little nervous and Mark told
me that the first few shots would probably not be the ones that I
would pick as my final prints, but that after I relaxed a bit we
would get some fine photos. It was very evident that as well as
being a photographer, Mark was also a bit of a psychologist. He
knew exactly how I felt.
As the session progressed we began a little small talk about
nothing in particular. The conversation ranged from the weather
to the state of the national economy. I was impressed by Mark's
ability to keep up his end of the conversation no matter what
subject I brought up. Eventually I asked about the erotic photos
that I had seen on the walls of his reception area. Mark said
that he ahd started doing those more or less as a favor to very
close friends who wanted something other than the run of the mill
portraits of themselves or wives or girlfriends.
I said that the idea of posing for that kind of photo was
very intrigueing for me but that I didn't know if I could really
go through with the nudity in front of a camera. The lingerie
poses would be easy for me to do, but totally baring myself for
the camera was a different story. Actually, the idea was more
than a little exciting for me. I could very easily see myself
nude with Mark.
Mark excused himself from the room for a moment and when he
returned he told me that he had asked Sarah to rearrange his next
few customers. He explained that he would be doing some of his
special glamour photos of me. I was a little surprised, but
after a few minutes agreed as long as I had the final say as to
what was done with the finished prints and the negatives.
Mark led me back down the corridor we had used previously
and we entered the camera room that held the brass bed and divan.
Mark explained that we would start out with some less
revealing photos and work our way to photos that would be as
explicit and revealing as I felt comfortabe with. I would be in
total control of exactly how explicit and revealing the photos
would be.
We started the session on the divan. In the first few poses
I was seated or half reclining. I opened my blouse to reveal my
lace bra and raised my skirt to show my legs and stockings. When
the tops of my thighs was exposed to the camera I could feel a
bit of heat starting to build inside me. I had done pretty much
the same thing while trying to get a man interested in me, but
this was like trying to seduce a machine. Mark came out from
behind the camera to make small adjustments to my pose or
clothing, but for the most part, it seemed as though it was only
me and the camera lens in the room.
Mark encouraged me with soft words and I began to respond by
getting a little more explicit in my posing. I started by gently
caressing my legs and inner thighs with my hands. Next I removed
my blouse and loosened my bra. With my bra hanging from my
shoulders by it's straps I reached under it and slowly began to
kneed and squeeze my breasts. My nipples grew stiff in response
and I could feel the electricity building inside my body. I
absolutely loved being the sole recipient of all the attention
and at that moment decided that the sky was the limit.
I stood and removed my bra completely and let my skirt drop
to the floor. Now I was cald only in panties, garter, hose, and
shoes. The air in the room was cool and soothing on my exposed
skin. I returned to the divan and idly traced little patterns on
my breasts with my fingertips while Mark loaded more film into
the camera. I hoped he had a lot of film; I was planning on
giving him a good show.
I turned my back to the camera and leaned forward over the
back of the divan. My rear was thrust out to the camera and my
legs were spread slightly. AS I looked sideways over my shoulder
into the camera lens I began caressing my inner thighs. I ran my
hand up and down and around the exposed flesh. I grasped the
fabric of my panties and pulled it tight between my cheeks. The
sensation of tension between my cheeks and against my lower lips
made my pulse race. God, but I loved this!
My hips began to slowly sway back and forth as I got more
and more self involved. I ran my fingers from back to front,
thracing the contours of my intimate areas. I could feel the
familiar wetness building inside my love canal. My panties were
now more than a little damp. I slowly slid a finger into myself
and Mark said that he felt that this was going to be a very
special photo session. I could hardly hear him as my passion
built.
I turned and sat on the divan. I had to tug just a little
to get my panties off, as they were pulled up tightly in my slit.
I leaned back and spread my thighs slightly. I could still hear
the camera shutter and looked over at Mark. He was starting to
look very good to me by this time. I think the bulge in the
front of his pants had a lot to do with that. Soon I would check
out some of his other equipment, but for now I was going to give
him a photo session that he'd not soon forget.
Lying back with my legs spread I reached down and opened
myself up fully for the camera. I teased myself with my
fingertips. I traced the edges of my opening and lightle stroked
my clit. Unlike earlier at home, this time there were no little
explorers. It was just me and I was determined to make this a
memorable occasion. I pushed first one and then two fingers deep
into my pussy and, as I had done earlier, ground my flesh between
my fingers and my pubic bone. I could feel my climax building to
a peak. I used my free hand to torment my clit as I dug into my
pussy. I graoned and squealed and finally came with a shudder.
The camera had stopped it's winking and Mark stood staring wide-
eyed at me.
Now it was time to do a little exploring of my own. I sat
upright again and asked Mark to come nearer so that I could show
my appreciation for all he had allowed me to experience. He came
to me and stood between my open knees. I didn't want to hide
anything from him as I thanked him.
I ran my hands up his thighs and stroked his stiff tool
through his pants. I knew that I would not be disappointed in
the equipment that I had not yet seen. I could just make out the
shape of his cock head through the fabric. I needed to see and
feel more. I opened and lowered his pants and shorts.
His cock was beautiful! Here, in front of me, was a good 9"
of stiff muscle. I ran my hands up and down the shaft and felt
it jump and twitch a little each time I made contact with the
ridge of the head. I played with the opening in the end. by
pulling gently to the sides, I could open his cock a little and I
lightly the tip of my tongue around and into this little opening.
Mark's hands held the back of my head firmly to his groin.
His cock pumped in and out of my mouth as I ran my hands over his
balls and ass. I was not sucking him. Rather he was fucking my
mouth as if it were a pussy. This hadn't been done to me before
and I loved it. I felt totally under his control and he could
use me any way he wanted. He was completely involved in his own
pleasure, as I had been a short time before.
His cock was so large that there was no way he could get all
of it into my mouth at one time. He would reach down and gently
hold my face to adjust the pressure on his cock. Sometimes he
would pull it out of my mouth, only to force it back in as if he
was teasing my pussy with it. He was firm with his urging and I
knew that I wouldn't be able to stop until he was ready for me
to.
Just as I started to taste a few drops of his emission he
ulled out of my mouth and told me to turn around and bend over
the divan. I eagerly complied. From this position he began to
use his hands to explore my intimate regions. I felt him reach
between my thighs and make contact with my clit. His touch was
firm and sent waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I
wanted him inside me, but he wasn't ready to do anything but toy
with me yet. I begged him to shove his cock into me, but he only
said that I wasn't ready yet. I rocked forward and back, trying
to feel his tool against my opening and maybe slip a little of it
inside. He just backed up out of reach. He was enjoying teasing
me too much to complete our act yet.
Now he had two fingers inside me and was kneeding the flesh
between my pussy and anus with them and his thumb. I bucked
against his hand and felt the tip of his thumb begin to enter my
anus. It was the most pleasant pain that I had ever felt! I
wanted him to never stop. Suddenly, I was empty. Mark had
removed both his fingers and his thumb from my body.
I began to feel a blunt pressure at the opening of my pussy.
This was the moment I had wanted to happen. He pushed slowly and
steadily until he was in to the base of his beautiful cock. I
thrust my hips backward to get the most penetration I could. I
was completely filled as I had never been filled before. I felt
stretched and I swear I could feel every bump and contour of his
magnificent tool.
Sometimes he would pull out completely and then thrust
quickly into me until he was buried to the root.
Now I could feel the familiar pressure of his finger trying
to get into my anus as his prick filled my pussy. I thought I'd
explode as his finger probed deeper and deeper into my rear.
Then there were two fingers in my anus. I squealed and moaned at
the new sensations that were coursing through my body. Then I
was empty again.
Now Mark told me to get on the floor and assume a position
with my head down and my rear in the air. When I had taken this
position I felt completely vulnerable and at his mercy. I had a
feeling I knew what was to come and was more than a little
apprehensive.
Again my anus was filled by his fingers. This time Mark was
trying his best to get a third finger inside me and it took
several tries before he succeeded. I had never been taken from
the rear and didn't really know what to expect, although I had a
rough idea.
He removed his fingers and I could begin to feel the dull
pressure of his cock against my anus. I felt myself begin to
stretch to accomodate the intruder and my reflex was to try to
get away from the pressure. Mark reached down and took firm hold
of my hips and prevented me from avoiding his thrusts.
Ever so slowly, my resistance lessened and I felt the head
of his cock pop into my ass. It ached a bit, but Mark
momentarily stopped his thrusting and gave me a little time to
relax and grow accustomed to the new sensation. Relax I did. I
even began to slowly rock back and forth trying to get just a
little more of him inside me. The discomfort gradually was
replaced by a feeling of building pleasure and I wanted more and
more of him inside my no longer virgin ass.
It wasn't long befor Mark again began his thrusting. I
could feel him slipping a little farther into me with each
thrust. I couldn't believe that he'd be able to get all of that
massive cock into my ass, but he did. I had never before felt so
full. He had all of his cock buried in my ass and began to take
long, slow strokes in and out. A few times he would take his
cock completely out and I would rock my ass in the air looking
for it. At these times he wasn't quite so gentle when he put it
back in. He thrust it hard and quickly all the way to the root
and several times I found myself graoning with the mixture of
pain and pleasure.
I had gradually lowered myself until I was lying on my
stomach on the floor. Mark was on top of me and all his weight
was driving his cock deep into my ass. I couldn't have moved out
from under him even if I had wanted to. By now I knew that I was
being used only for his pleasure and that our coupling wouldn't
end until Mark was satisfied.
I threw my head back and forth and dug at the carpet with
the fingers of my outstretched hands. Never before had I been
brought to such peaks of pleasure!
Suddenly Mark started to push harder and faster. His cock
was like a piston in my ass. With his hands on my shoulders he
drove his massive tool into me with one last spasmodic thrust and
I could almost feel my bowels fill with his thick semen.
Covered with a fine sheen of perspiration, Mark collapsed on
my back. Little by little I could feel his prick relaxing. I
clenched him tightly with my sphincter. I wasn't sure whether I
wanted him to stop, but I was more than a little worn out from
our session.
Mark rolled slowly off my back and I yelped a little as his
cock pulled free from my anus. I felt empty and more than just a
little tender. It was almost as though his prick was still
buried in my anus.
We rose and quickly dressed. We'd been involved in sex long
enough to raise a few suspicions about why the photo session was
taking so long. Also I was sure that the noises coming from the
camera room were quite a bit louder and coarser than the usual
session.
As I left the room I assured Mark that I'd return soon to
see the proofs and that if I wasn't completely satisfied he'd
have to do everything over again until I was. What I didn't tell
him was that there was no possible way that I would be satisfied
until we had at least one more session!
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