He was sitting in the big low armchair when I came in. I threw my bag on the couch and went to the kitchen, returning with a couple of bottles of beer. I took a long sip and put the bottles on the table next to his chair, and I sat down on his lap, my legs dangling over the chair arm. He put his arms around me and we exchanged a lengthy kiss.
"How was your day?" he asked.
"Busy, I never got a break all day," I replied, laying my head on his shoulder. "Like my new blouse? I bought it today."
In place of my usual tee I was wearing a white linen top, with a wide scoop neck that showed off my neck and shoulders, and the tops of my breasts. He reached up and pulled the neckline out, giving him a good look at my gorgeous tits in a skimpy pink lace bra.
"I like it," He said. "I like what's inside it even better."
"I can tell," I said, wiggling my butt on his lap, where his penis was growing hard underneath me. "Aren't you going to ask me about what I did all day?"
He knew where this was going. A big smile on his face, he said, "Oh. Did you have an - adventure - today, Cynthia?"
"I did!" I said in a sultry low voice.
"You must tell me," he replied. "Don't leave out a single detail."
I was silent for a moment, considering.
"I needed a passport photo, in case I should ever decide to go abroad," I began.
"Well, of course you did, baby," he said. "Please go on."
"I didn't know where to get one so I just looked for photographers in the phone book and the first one I saw was a place that specialized in those photos that look like they're from the Victorian era, you know? But the ad said they also did passport photos, so I went there."
"It was just noon when I found the shop, and the photographer was shutting up for lunch. He was a big, hulking man, about 45, not all muscled but he looked very capable, Stewart."
"A capable man, then," he said.
"Very. I asked if he could do my photo and he said sure, why not, and let me in the shop. I have to admit, I gave him a very sexy smile and I think he liked it a lot. Also, I was wearing my new blouse and it's just possible I let him get a tiny little peek at my tits, too. I should have thought something was up when he shut the door and put the 'Closed' sign up."
"That's a red flag for sure," he said. "And after that?" "He led me to the back of the shop, and I sat in front of a screen, and he shot the passport photo. I got a set of 4 so I'd have extras."
I fell silent. My hand was inside his shirt, massaging his chest and stomach. His cock was a hot hard lump underneath my ass.
"Well that's not much of an adventure!" he said. "Mr. Capable Man takes a photo. Hmmph!"
"But I'm not finished!" I continued. "There's a bit more. I just wasn't sure I should tell you. Stewart - I was bad."
"Oh, you were, were you?" he said sternly. "Tell me everything. Then we'll decide on your punishment."
"Maybe," I began, climbing off his lap, "Maybe if I do something nice for you while I tell you, you won't be so mad at me?"
"That might help," he said, speculatively. "Better try it."
I sank to my knees in front of him, between his legs. I undid his belt and unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. I reached into his pants and grasped his swollen manhood, pulling it out into the open air. He worked his pants down a bit so his balls were freed. My long fingers were around his shaft, slowly stroking it as it grew to full length. He laid his head back on the chair.
"Now go on," he commanded. My eyes locked onto his and I stroked his cock with agonizing slowness as I began to speak.
"We were done with the passport photos, and I was ready to leave. The photographer was staring at me so strangely! I stared back at him 'til finally he apologized, and said he was thinking how good I would look in one of his Victorian costumes. He said he'd give me a free photo if I'd let him take my picture in a costume. It sounded fun. So I said yes. He showed me where the dressing room was, and all the costumes."