It all started a few days before the weekend. Heather had found the red leather jacket I bought for her birthday last year, but which she hadn’t worn for a while because the winter weather demanded something warmer. She came ito the office wearing it.
”I want to photograph you in that”. I said. ”Unbuttoned to reveal your red bra underneath”.
She wandered off, leaving me reading some of my favourite bloggers only to return wearing the jacket, duly unbuttoned to reveal the bra, and a long flowing black skirt which she only too willingly hitched up to show me that she was wearing the rest of the set underneath: G-string, suspender belt and black fishnets. Needless to say it wasn’t long before we were upstairs again. However, it was quite late and I didn’t want to start setting up the lighting, so I just took a few initial shots with the flash on the camera. I knew this wasn’t really doing the subject justice, but, hey, it’s digital these days. There’s no such thing as a wasted picture any more. I did, however, book an appointment for a more comprehensive photo-shoot. Saturday afternoon, as soon as we had finished the weekend shopping and eaten some lunch we would lock the doors and devote the whole afternoon to photography.
The clothing was to be the same as before, but before Heather could put her red boots on I told her to wait and then presented her with the new shoes I wanted her to wear. They went brilliantly with the fishnets. We started up in the lounge, with the blinds turned as much as we dared to let in some natural light, and Heather posed on the sofa. Then, the shot which I had been planning for some while: Me, lying on the sofa with her stiletto digging into my chest. Alfie got it right when he commented ’ouch!’, but it was worth it I think. The worst bit was getting in position, Heather couldn’t balance on one foot in those heels while lifting the other. I had to support her foot and guide it down to the right spot, hoping that Heather would be able to keep her balance for as long as it took to get the shot. A perforated pericardium would have been somewhat inconvenient to say the least, and a bit tricky to explain at the A&E department.
I spent the best part of an hour photographing her in just about every pose and position I could think of. Then I suggested we move the whole lot into the bedroom. There was one particular shot I had in mind that I wanted to try and capture. I won’t reveal too much about it right now as I might yet get permission to show it here as an HNT one day. Suffice it to say that I set up the tripod and the lighting at the foot of the bed, high and pointing down. To start with I had Heather kneeling up on the bed in her bra and panties.
“Now get your kit off. Slowly” I commanded as I snapped away. It was hot under the glare of the lights and I stripped down too. At last I had her lie down on the bed, naked. At first modestly, with arms covering breasts and crotch and then brazenly, spread-eagled and magnificent.
“But this is pornographic. I didn’t agree to do porno pics” she complained.
“Nonsense” I persuaded her. “If you take the literal translation from the original Greek, porno comes from 'pórne', meaning 'harlot' and 'graphos' means 'to write or draw', so pornography means ‘writing about or picturing prostitutes’. You’re not a prostitute and nobody is ever going to see these pictures apart from me and you. So it’s not pornography. QED.”
With that I grabbed the remote control for the camera and lay down beside her. Flat on our backs, side by side, I rested my hand on her mons while she cupped my cock.
FLASH!!
I fired the camera with my free hand. We rolled towards each other, entwining legs, kissing deeply
FLASH!!
“Put that remote away” she demanded. I laid it on the bedside table and we continued. Kissing hard; me thrusting my hand deep between her thighs and she clamping it there and grinding herself into it.
“Can’t you turn those lights off as well?” she said. But I rather liked the idea of lying with her in the full glare of those floodlights. It felt as the bed was a podium and that we were performing in front of an audience or, indeed, taking part in a porno shoot. It was a whole new experience and it felt strangely good.
“It’ll seem awfully gloomy if we turn them off now” I reasoned. “Anyway, it’s turning me on”
The lights stayed on.
“Suck me” I demanded. As I stretched out full length on the bed with my arms above me, she lay crossways, level with my groin and lowered her head onto me, her mouth a perfect ‘O’.
FLASH!!
I had retrieved the remote control and captured her lips closing around me. After a few little exploratory bobs of the head and swirls of the tongue she pushed her head hard down into my lap, taking me as deep as she could go.
FLASH!!
She knelt up again, swung a leg over me and leaned forward to dangle her glorious breasts in my face. I arched my back until the very tip of my cock was prodding the entrance to her luscious hole.
FLASH!!
She sank down onto me with a deep, satisfied “Aaaah”. I laid the remote to one side again and just enjoyed the ride as she bounced up and down on me. Then, as her knees began to grow tired I had her swivel round into the Reverse Cowgirl and then lay back until she was stretched out on top of me and my glistening cock was laid out along the length of her gash, with just the tip poking inside the rim of her soaking cunt. I reached round her until my fingertips found her clit.
FLASH!!
I gripped her tightly round the middle and used my knees to force hers apart, teasing the shiny nub of her clit ever so delicately with my slippery fingertip. Not being able to close her legs to orgasm is sweet agony for her and she writhed and twisted and thrashed her arms uselessly on the sheet. She strained her head back,the sinews in her neck as taut as bowstrings, she gritted her teeth, closed her eyes and at last let out a long, despairing cry as the tears started to fall.
FLASH!!
What the camera didn’t capture was the expression on her face in her moment of release. Her arched back concealed the knitted brows, the gritted teeth and strained expression and the transformation which it underwent as, in that instant, it was suffused with joy. That will have to wait for another time. A different camera angle.
We held each other close for a while, but there were still a couple of shots to get to complete the chapter. I had Heather kneel on all fours across the bed and fucked her hard, doggy style, under the glare and the flash of the lights before we collapsed in a heap on the black satin sheet. I suppose I could have grabbed the camera off its tripod and finished up with by photographing her gaping cunt, still wide open from having taken cock and flooded to overflowing with my juices and her own. But as we lay there, sweaty and spent, holding on to each other once more, naked and sweltering under the floodlights, in total privacy but somehow exposed and vulnerable, I felt it was enough for one day.
Maybe next time.
As I think it is fair to say that Heather is no longer camera-shy, this post is the last in this series
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