During the next five hours I drank six more drinks, including a couple of glasses of wine, as we cleaned. Nick also kept taking the occasional picture of me, pinching my nipples (a sensation I found increasingly delightful), and slapping my ass when I was bent over. I was horny and both of us knew it. I had a visible wet spot on the panties where I'd soaked through them. I hadn't eaten since lunch and all the drinks were definitely going to my head. That is probably how I ended up in the following situation.
We were just about done cleaning. Nick convinced me to toss out pretty much all of my old panties, as well as got rid of the worst (i.e. baggiest/ugliest) of my clothing. Currently they were all in large plastic bags sitting by the back door waiting to be taken outside. We were both starving and drunk. Nick called up a local pizza place and put in an order for some pizza. They said it would take 45 minutes to one hour so we decided in the meantime to take the loads of trash outside.
I went to put on some real clothes, but Nick stopped me.
"Where are you going?" he asked, more than a hint of aggression in his voice.
"I-I was just going to go put on some pants and a shirt so I could help take things outside," I explained. I saw his face darken at this and felt my nipples harden. God only knows why I was getting aroused at his reaction, but I was.
"The deal was no pants until we are done, so I don't think so." He walked over and grabbed me by the hips and steered me towards the back door. "Grab some of those and take them out." He slapped me hard on this ass as I bent to grab one and I felt a shiver run up my spine. He opened the door for me.
I was drunk and aroused. That is why I went out there. It had nothing to do with the fact that my nipples were hard and my pussy was dripping from being ordered outside in a thong and a silk camisole. Shit, who was I kidding. I wandered around to the side of the house where the trash bins were. At least the lights were off.
On queue the lights came on. "Ack!" I dropped the bags and turned to run back to the house. Nick was standing in the door with his camera. He smiled, raised it, and a bright flash illuminated me.
"You'd better hurry Emmy, the longer you're out there the more likely you are to be seen." I found myself turning around and heading back to the bag. As I bent at the waist to grab it another flash illuminated the area and my arousal grew. I needed to get fucked. I couldn't believe after the two rounds earlier I needed more. I dropped the bag in the trash and headed back inside. Nick greeted me with a swat on the ass, a kiss on the lips, and a shot of vodka which I gratefully tossed back.
He followed me out on the next trip, taking pictures as we went. I didn't really have to be worried about being seen from the street since we had a tall privacy fence. The only worry was our neighbor's house. A quick glance up and I didn't see any lights on so I figured I was safe.
Back inside I reached for the last bags but Nick stopped me. He poured me another shot which I eagerly took.
"Take your top off." The way Nick said that as if I would simply obey him excited me. I wanted to comply.
"What?! I'm not going to do that." I was breathing heavily and could feel the silk rubbing against my already erect nipples. He raised an eyebrow at me and slowly set his camera down. His every motion was controlled, deliberate. Nick walked up to me and calmly turned me around and bent me over the counter. I could have resisted but I didn't.
I knew what was coming, but the first smack on my ass still caused me to jump and let out a small yelp. By the third one my ass cheeks felt warm. By the seventh one they stung but I felt a warm rivulet run down my inner thigh. I shuddered, realizing I was so turned on I was dripping down my leg. By the tenth smack I was panting and thrusting my hips. He stopped and gently rubbed my tender cheeks.
