Checked Out 2

This is the fourth story in the series that started with the story "Cassie" (https://www.literotica.com/s/cassie-12, 9/21/2024), continued with the story "Sage" (https://www.literotica.com/s/sage-3, 9/27/2024) and most recently, "Mareen" (https://www.literotica.com/s/mareen, 10/4/2024). Those stories detailed James' pursuit of his obsessions with both photography and women's bodies that included his sister, the local bar maid, his mother and his neighbor Mareen. Donna is a cashier in a local supermarket who Cassie is drafting to be James' next "model."

"Cassie, tell me about Donna."

"Donna?"

Donna is a checker at the local Kroger supermarket. She's tall, maybe five foot eight or nine, is thin as an arrow and has long blonde hair. At least I think it's long. She usually has it piled up on her head but the sheer volume of her hair makes me believe it's long. Her breasts are small but, on her frame, look unusually large and her legs, beneath her knee length dresses are shapely despite her obvious slender build.

"Yeah, Donna," I confirmed. "You know the checker at the supermarket."

"How do you know about Donna?" asked Cassie obviously surprised by my inquiry.

"I was talking to her yesterday at the market. You know, mom doesn't buy the unhealthy junk food that I like to nosh on so I was there buying some things for myself. The store was almost empty and only two registers were open. I went to the ten items or under line and Donna was the checker.

"She recognized me and called me by name. I was surprised since she rarely spoke to me when she checked me out. Anyway, there was no one behind me in line so we spent a few minutes talking. She told me she knew I was a photographer and wondered if I would take her picture. She knew a lot about the pictures I was taking of you and the others and I wondered how she knew. Eventually, she admitted that she had been talking to you and was interested in me taking her picture, including nude."

"So," I asked Cassie, "How much have you told Donna about the pictures I've been taking and the project some of them support?"

Cassie hesitated.

"A lot?" I concluded.

Cassie nodded.

"That explains what Donna said next," I stated.

"What did she say?" Cassie wanted to know.

"She lowered her voice," I said. "And said that she'd be okay if I fucked her."

"Shit," said Cassie.

"So, I ask you again. How much have you told Donna?"

"A lot," she replied softly. "But I never told her you would fuck her."

"What did you say?" I asked.

"I told her your photos were amazing and they would bring out the real person in her."

I looked at her suspiciously.

"And," she continued. "I told her you were interested in exploring how women responded when experiencing physical stimuli."

And she concluded that extended to actual fucking?" I asked.

"Apparently," Cassie agreed.

"What are you going to do about it?" I demanded.

"I was going to set up a photo session with you," Cassie confessed. "I thought she was perfect and ready."

"Not your best decision, Cassie," I chided her. "I've photographed four women nude and up close and every one of them has led to a continuing relationship. I'm not superman or even James Bond. Do you really believe another woman to fuck is what I want?"

"I was thinking about your flower project," Cassie defended. "Donna is a thin blonde. The rest of us are larger and have dark hair. I believe Donna is an excellent possibility for photos that expand your research on the comparison of flowers and female genitalia."

"You may be correct," I agreed. "But Donna seems to be jumping to the conclusion without the lead in."

"You mean the foreplay?" Cassie asked.

"I haven't thought about it in that way," I said.

"Then think about it," Cassie said. "The rest of us had to be convinced. You made me love you before we had sex. I think it was similar with the rest of us. Donna doesn't have to be convinced. She could be the first that volunteers for the pussy photos without the investment. And, without the investment, the possibility of a post photo relationship is minimized."

"But not zero," I suggested.

"Would that really be so bad?" Cassie asked.

I had no answer. I had thoughts about Donna before Cassie talked to her.

Cassie sat on my lap with her nightgown pulled up. "Fuck me," she said and then I have an appointment downtown," she said.

I was sitting in the living room, alone in the house and bored beyond comprehension, paging through the possibilities on Netflix when the doorbell rang. Sluggishly, I got up off the sofa and answered the door. Donna was standing on the porch.

She wasn't supposed to be there. Cassie had agreed not to set up a photography session. "What are you doing here?" I asked. Not my best response to her presence.

Donna looked around behind her as if checking if anyone was watching. "Can I come in, please?" she asked.

I stepped back and Donna stepped into the room and closed the door. "I can't stop thinking about you photographing me," she said. "I thought Cassie was going to set something up but she didn't."

"So, you just came by without an appointment?" I asked.

"I took a chance that you'd be home and, at least, listen to me," Donna admitted.

"Okay," I said. "You're here now. What's your story?"

"Could we sit down?" Donna suggested.

Donna sat on the sofa and I sat across from her on a chair and waited. "I've never had anyone photograph me before," she started. "I've been in the family photos and all, but never all by myself. I can't let go of the feeling I have wanting to experience that much attention. Probably diagnosable. Maybe even a little narcissistic. But there it is. Cassie fed fuel on that fire and I got the courage to come here on my own, hoping you'd be here and help me."

When she didn't continue, I asked, "And the comment you made to me in the store?"

"About you fucking me?" asked Donna.

"That doesn't usually involve a camera," I reminded her.

"I can't explain it," she said. "Maybe I thought that it would help convince you to photograph me if you could fuck me too. I don't know."

"So, Donna," I asked. "Are you here to ask me to take pictures of you or to fuck you?"

She seemed regretful. "I realize that I shouldn't have said that. I realize that it did more harm than good. I guess I'm here hoping you'll forgive me and just take pictures of me."

"Now, you don't want to fuck me?" I asked.

Donna laughed. The first real emotion I'd seen. "James," she said with a smile. "Under different circumstances, I fuck you in a minute. But now, today, I'm just hoping you'd photograph me."

I smiled at her. "Let's put that conversation aside for now."

"Does that mean that you'll take my picture?" she asked hopefully.

"Come downstairs with me and let's see where it leads," I told her.

"What's downstairs?" Donna asked.

"My studio," I told her and led her to the basement door. I let her go first and turned on the light as we went downstairs. "This is interesting," she said.

"It's functional," I told her.

"What do I do?" Donna asked. For the first time she seemed nervous.

"Go over there where the furniture is while I get my camera and adjust the lighting," I suggested.

I sat on the floor with my camera while Donna browsed the set. I took a picture.

"Did you just take my picture?" she asked.

"I did."

"I wasn't posing or anything," Donna queried.

"I don't want you to pose," I told her. The best pictures, the ones that capture the real you, are not posed," I explained.

"Then what do I do?" she asked.

"You're doing it. Move around as if you were alone and curious. I'm not here and neither is the camera."

She spent the next few minutes moving around, self-conscious and confused. "This feels odd," she commented.

"You have a feeling," I said. "That's good. Let your feelings free. Look for other feelings. Let the feelings lead you. Do what your feelings are telling you to do," I instructed her.

I let her think. Over time, I watched her body posture relax. She was beginning to feel at home, not thinking. She was on her knees with her back to me when she waved her arm in the air.

"What was that about?" I asked.

"What?" she asked.

"Waving your arm," I explained.

"I don't know," she answered. "I could feel the air on my hand. I don't know if I've ever felt the air before."

"That's good," I praised her. "Feeling the air. What else do you feel?"

"The carpet," she said uncertainly.

"Focus on the feelings," I suggested. "Nothing else. Let the feelings guide you."

I watched as she rose to her feet, her arms moving in the air. She breathed in. "Wow. I could feel the air filling my lungs."

I took more pictures. "That's fantastic," I said. "Air is your friend. Let it surround you. Let it penetrate you."

She turned around several times before she stopped and began to pull her t-shirt off over her head. I got a half dozen photos as she removed her shirt and dropped it on a chair. She pulled the pins out of her hair and let it drop down her back. She closed her eyes and turned around slowly with her arms spread and her chest pushed out. I took more pictures.

"What's happening?" I asked softly, trying not to disturb whatever was happening to her.

Her posture didn't change. "I wanted to feel the air on my body," she told me.

She began to move around with her eyes closed. Somehow she avoided bumping into any furniture. "This is incredible," she whispered. "The air is everywhere. It's touching me. It's making love to me." She stopped for a moment. "Can I do more?" she asked.

"This is all about you. There's no one here but you. You can do whatever you want to do," I told her.

"No limits?" she asked.

"No limits," I confirmed.

I took photos as her body relaxed further. She breathed deeply as she removed her bra. Her breasts were perfect hemispheres, standing firmly on her chest with their nipples pointing slightly upward. I took more pictures and she took a breast in each hand and held them out as if she was offering them to the air. There were tears in her eyes. "I've never felt like this. I didn't know I could feel like this. I want to feel the air on the rest of my body. Can I get naked?" she asked.

"Everything here, every feeling, is yours," I said. "You can do whatever you want, whenever you want. There are no limits on your feelings."

She smiled and began to unbutton her shorts. The photos came closer together. She pushed her shorts down and off her feet. Without pausing, she did the same with her panties. She stood in front of the camera, legs and arms spread, breathing deeply and eyes watering. Her genitals were completely devoid of pubic hair and the air was penetrating every crease in her body. She moaned and her knees bent slightly. I continued taking pictures and an erection started in my shorts.

She recovered and sat on a chair. Her eyes opened. She wiped a tear from her cheek and looked at me. "Thank you," she said. "That was incredible." I took a few more pictures.

"Tell me more," I asked. "Describe what was incredible."

"I'm embarrassed to tell you," she said.

"Then tell the camera," I said.

She hesitated. "I had an orgasm," she shared.

I let her process that statement. "I made love to the air and I had an orgasm," she said as if it couldn't have happened.

"Do you want to see the pictures?" I asked.

"You took pictures?" she asked.

"That's why you came here," I reminded her.

"I did, didn't I? I lost track of that."

I moved to the desk and started to download the camera. Donna sat in the chair next to me. "Do you want something to put on?" I asked.

"Not really," she said. "I'm comfortable. More comfortable than I thought possible. I think I may spend more time naked from now on. I'll put something on if it makes you uncomfortable."

"No. I'm fine," I told her. "I do suggest that you wear clothing sometimes unless you want to be a headline on the evening news."

Donna laughed, her breasts bouncing on her chest. "I think I'll limit it to home and here, of course."

"Sounds realistic unless you have a roommate," I commented.

"I don't think my husband will mind," she laughed.

I let the realization that she was married pass without comment. I began to page through the pictures. "Stop me if you see something you like," I said.

Donna stopped me on the first picture. "Is that me?" she asked.

"About forty minutes ago," I confirmed.

"I don't look very comfortable," she observed.

"You weren't," I agreed.

She stopped me again when her bra came off. "I don't remember that," she said.

"That's when you became what you are now, sitting next to me without a care, naked. Removing your shirt and shorts was easy. There wasn't really a change in your exposure. Removing your bra was an act of defiance. That simple act changed you from a manikin, someone living everyone else's idea of how a woman should be, into a real woman with her own rules about her life."

A dozen pictures later, she stopped me again. "What's going on in that one?" she asked. "I seem tense and stiff where earlier I felt free as the breeze."

"That's when you had your orgasm," I said matter-of-factly.

"I don't look very happy," she commented.

"I think that's a piece of the old you revealing itself," I offered.

"I need to work on that," she committed. "The new me should have joyful orgasms."

"I endorse that," I agreed.

We selected eighteen photos that documented her progression into a joyous woman and I put them on a USB memory for her.

"Is that it?" she asked.

"I think so," I said.

"Do I have to get dressed?" she asked.

"Not right away," I suggested. "Unless you have to be somewhere where clothing isn't optional."

"I have to go to work at four," she said.

"Then, I guess your good to stay naked until at least three," I told her.

She looked at the clock on the computer. "That's over three hours away," she informed me. "Can I just stay with you?"

"As long as you like," I agreed.

"Will my being naked bother you?" she asked with a smile.

"Not emotionally," I ventured.

"Physically?" she asked as she put her hand on my crotch.

I lurched slightly. "Don't answer that," she said as she squeezed my erection through my shorts.

I closed my eyes and relaxed. "You like that?" she asked.

I nodded.

"Could you help me work on my orgasm problem?" she asked.

"Work?" I asked.

She laughed again. "Is that a yes?"

"I like to help people," I smiled. "You need help. Do you see the coincidence?"

"Come with me," Donna said and led me to the Roman chaise on the set. She sat. "Take off your clothes," she ordered.

She helped me take off my clothes. I stood in front of her naked with and anticipatory erection. She held my erection in both hands and closed her eyes. "I want to feel this," she said softly. "I want this inside me. I want to have an orgasm with this inside me. A changed orgasm. A joyous orgasm."

She lay back on the lounger and pulled me on top of her. No foreplay. No delay. Just determination. I was compliant. She spread her legs and held her labia apart with the fingers of one hand. My erection settled between her lips, she let go and I pushed inside her.

She was tight. The walls of her vagina squeezed me and then expanded as I moved further inside her. Her jaw clenched as she pushed against me, determined to have me fully inside her. When I reached my limit, her face relaxed and she exhaled. I didn't realize she had been holding her breath until I exhaled as well. The smile on her face conveyed the whole story. She had me fully inside her and it was the joyous experience she wanted.

She flexed her hips. I took a short stroke inside her. She laughed and flexed her hips twice more. I met each twitch with a stroke of my own. Soon, we were bouncing against each other with longer strokes. Donna was laughing with each stroke and I was having a good time myself. Sex with Cassie earlier was working to both our benefits.

Donna paused. "Turn over," she suggested. "I want to be on top."

We managed to change position with only a short interruption. I lay on my back and Donna lowered herself onto me with less effort than the last time and we were soon bumping together vigorously, me with my hands on her hips to control the length of each stroke and Donna laughing with each one. My mood was almost as joyful.

Minutes later, too soon, Donna lost control of her body. She put both hands on my chest, she pushed hard down on me and her body went rigid as her orgasm wracked her body. Her laughter never ceased. If anything, it became even more uncontrolled. She moaned through her laughter as her orgasm peaked and began to subside.

Then I exploded. I propelled semen deep inside her. She screamed and collapsed on top of me as I pulsed several more times inside her.

She lay on top of me, passed out or sleeping, I couldn't determine. I wrapped my arms around her slender body and held her tightly. Slowly, my erection deflated and I slipped out of her. Our combined fluids leaked from her body, cooled in the air between us and fell into my pubic hair.

Donna lifted her head, moved until our lips met and kissed me. Her kiss was as joyful as her orgasm. A sense of well being flowed from her into me and I felt her joy in my soul. She pushed up over me. "Thank you," she said. "I never knew what I was missing without the joy of having real sex. I promise, I'll never have sex without joy ever again."

I rolled us into a seated position. Donna kissed me again. "Can we do it again?" she asked.

"We have the time," I agreed.

"That would be wonderful," she agreed. "But I was thinking on another day as well."

"That might take some scheduling," I thought out loud.

Donna turned my head so she could look into my eyes. "I know you're fucking at least four other women," she confessed. "I don't want to conflict with any of your time with them. But I'd love it we could work something out. Maybe once a week."

"I need to have another talk with Cassie," I thought. "I can't guarantee anything but how about Wednesdays late morning? I suggested.

"I'd love that," Donna said.

"How about your husband?" I asked.

"He's not a problem," she said. "He's fucking his admin. I know and he knows I know and I don't object. Before today, I was convenient for him to have an outlet that didn't involve me."

"And now?"

"Now, I'm going to fuck his brains out. Often. He'll never know what hit him and he doesn't need to know why. If it interferes with him fucking his admin, too bad. I'm going to monopolize him and see you once a week," Donna insisted.

Donna and I had sex twice more before she dressed and left to go to work. Her joyous approach to sex was infectious. I resolved to include more joy in my trysts with Cassie, Sage, Mareen and, especially, mom.