Paul is a Good Pal!
I'm Bishop and my best friend is Paul. I recently turned 53 years old and Paul is almost 10 years younger than me. At first glance, and perhaps even second and third glance, you wouldn't think that we have much in common and perhaps we don't. Maybe that's why our friendship has lasted for almost 15 years and remains strong today.
Neither of us is especially handsome but neither do I think that either one of us is ugly. I'm mostly bald and Paul's hair is thinning. We're not particular fit but, while I'm heavier than Paul, we're not really fat either. I think 'Dad Bod' is the term the girls use today.
I'm a very social, outgoing person; Paul is more reserved and even a bit stand-offish. I'm very even tempered; Paul isn't exactly a 'hot head' but he's definitely quicker to anger and he gets frustrated more easily than I do. Paul has always had a way with women. Paul seems to be able to convince any woman that sheneeds to get to know him better and he almost always ends up in bed with them. It never seems to matter whether or not she's married, dating someone else or single. Paul always seems to win her over and have her eating out of his hand in no time. Me? While I'm constantlydoing perverted things with them in my fantasies, I've always been more deferential and gracious toward women. I was raised to be the proverbial 'Mr. Nice Guy' and have always ended up in the dreaded 'Friend Zone' because of it.
Paul and I have gotten into some deep discussions about women. We have freely discussed what we like and found that we're both more or less voyeurs. I've always been drawn to women younger than myself. Not usually more than ten or fifteen years younger, but definitely younger and I've always liked the tall, thin, tomboy type of gal. Paul has always been drawn to women his own age or even older. He prefers more exotic women. Most of his conquests have been Asian or Hispanic women. His success is enhanced because he speaks Spanish very well and he's even picked up a bit of Vietnamese and Chinese.
It's always been my theory that men are turned on by what they
see
; while women are more turned on by what they
hear
. That's why porn works for guys and steamy romance novels work for gals. Paul apparently has that gift of gab with women and always seems to be able to get them doing things that seem completely out of character for them. I've always found myself wrapped around some girl's finger who would let me take her out, buy her dinner and even help her fix a leaky faucet in her kitchen but who won'teven let me feel her tits.
I often live vicariously through Paul as he shares tales of his sexual escapades. He told me how he'd bought a huge dildo for a co-worker and taught her to deep throat it before she eventually was giving him daily blowjobs in the supply closet. He told me stories about the married woman who let him use Ben Wa Balls, a vibrator and anal beads on her the first time in the sack with him. I would go home and beat off, wishing I could have just a taste of what he was getting.
Paul and I never shared more than stories though, until the time he was out of town on business and told his married girlfriend, Belinda, that she needed to send him some sexy photos of herself. He called me on the phone and had her on the line in a three-way call. He convinced her that he really wanted the photos and that Bishop was just the guy to take them and send them to him. He told Belinda and me, "Be sure to get a picture with a finger in your pussy. Bishop, get a picture of your finger in her pussy."
"Will do, buddy!"
Belinda met me after work. She was a very light-skinned black women who, at about forty-five years old, wasa bit older and heavier than I would normally be attracted to but I wasn't going to complain as she was, after all, going to let me take some sexy photos of her for her boyfriend. She followed me home in her own car. On the drive home, Paul called me again; but
only
me this time. He told me that she was sure to get hot and bothered during the photoshoot and that I should fuck her or, at the very least, get a blowjob. What a pal!
When we got to my place, I opened the front door and invited her in. We stood for a moment in the foyer but I was afraid I'd chicken out so I decided to get right down to business. "Let's go upstairs to the bedroom. We can use the bed and the lighting is good there."
Belinda was grinning from ear-to-ear and said, "Sure! This is going to be fun," and started up the staircase ahead of me. She was dressed in a green blouse and a black skirt and pantyhose. I grabbed my DLSR camera and was following her plump butt up my staircase and into the bedroom.
I turned on the lights and said, "OK, why don't you strike a pose on the bed for me?"
Without hesitation Belindakicked off her shoes and crawled onto my king-size bed and lay back against the pillows with her knees drawn up and exposing her bright red panties underneath her pantyhose. I raised the camera to my eye and began snapping shots as I walked around the bed. I told her to "Look left, tilt your chin up, look straight into the lens. Put your hands in your crotch. Cup your tits." She did everything I asked.
"OK, how about getting out of your pantyhose?" She immediately got up, hiked her skirt up all the way to her waist and took her pantyhose off and flung them across the back of a chair. Without being asked, she stepped out of her panties too. She undid her skirt and put it on the chair as well. She still had her blouse and bra on when she turned to me and waited for me to pose her.
"That's great. Why don't you bend forward with your hands on the bed?" She bent at the waist, placed her palms flat on the bed and spread her feet about shoulder-width apart.
I took several photos from different angles and then got down onto the floor behind her and took a few shots from that angle. The flash gave me a lighting quick, very bright glimpsesof her nearly bald, puffy pussy.
"That's nice. Now, look back over your shoulder. Look directly into the camera." She looked back at me and I told her, "Give me a look that says, 'Come fuck me!'" Belinda looked directly into the lens and affected a very sultry look and licked her lips. "Very nice! Keep that up! Show me the goods."
Belinda reached back with one hand and, clasping one cheek spread her butt open exposing everything from her little brown asshole to the very pink lips of her pussy. There was a little hair but only a very little. She had trimmed her pubic hair so short that it was barely visible against her light brown skin.
I was hard as a rock. I had to stop and adjust the front of my work slacks or I was going to injure myself. I think I was even beginning to leak pre-cum into my jockeys.
"OK, now I want you to lie back on the bed." I continued to shoot photos as Belindalifted a knee and placed it onto the bed. She followed it with the other and crawled on her hands and knees to the head of the big bed. "STOP! Stop there for a moment."
Belinda was on her hands and knees with her bare ass and pussy staring me in the lens. I leaned in across the bed, zoomed in and got some closeup shots with my macro-zoom function. I got a few extreme closeups of her pussy and her clit. Her lips were shiny and obviously becoming very moist. Her clit was still inside its little hood but was on prominent display.
"Belinda, bend down. Put your shoulders on the bed but leave your butt in the air. Good. Now, reach between your legs and rub yourself."
Belinda put her shoulders on a pillow and, remaining on her knees, spread her thighs wide and reached between her legs and started rubbing her pussy. She was running her fingers from her clit to the base of her butt crack and back effectively spreading her juices everywhere. "Keep it up, Belinda. That looks great."
