If you haven't already, you might enjoy reading Chapters 1--3. In Chapter 1, I was troubled to discover that my new lover liked watching adult videos. In Chapters 2 & 3, watching porn changed my thinking and contributed to the wildest sex I'd ever had. My thanks to all of you who have sent appreciative comments.
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We hadn't planned anything special for Sunday; but after breakfast and a short workout, Nick said he wanted to take some pictures of me to send to his mom. I thought that was sweet and was very flattered.
After showering I applied a touch of make-up and decided to borrow one of Nick's white dress shirts to wear over some mid-calf length, rather stylish, cami pants. I thought the total effect was casual but nice. On the spur of the moment I decided to go commando -- braless and panty-less - thinking I might have a chance to seduce Nick again later.
It was a beautiful sunny day and so Nick decided he wanted to photograph me in his backyard. Naturally he had a fancy digital Nikon. After taking a selection of shots with varied backgrounds we reviewed the photos and decided he had some good ones for his mom.
"Now let me take a couple for me," Nick suggested.
"And how would they be different?" I asked, knowing full well that they would probably involve fewer clothes.
"Well I was thinking you could unbutton a couple of buttons on the shirt and maybe lean against that tree. That would be kind of sexy."
With such a modest request, how could I refuse? "Like this?" I asked as I opened the top three buttons and leaned a shoulder against the redwood.
Unfastening the third button made it obvious that I was braless and, observing this, Nick had me adjust my position and the shirt so that just enough of my right breast was exposed to make that obvious in the photo as well.
Nick was paying me all sorts of nice compliments as he snapped away so I just had open one more button and flash him a tit. Of course he was all over that. As he kept clicking the shutter, I pinched the nipple lightly, even though it was already quite erect and said, "Here, I'll get it nice and perky." I was surprised at how much I enjoyed being so bold. But then I stopped.
"Hey these pictures aren't going to end up on the internet are they?"
Of course Nick vehemently assured me that he would never do anything like that. "I would never, ever, show them to anyone without your permission," he added.
Actually, I had just been joking. I didn't really think he would do something like that and besides I had no intention of doing anything truly pornographic. So I finished unbuttoning the shirt.
My cami pants were hip huggers and with the shirt open Nick was inspired to pose me in ways that flattered my midriff. I was really enjoying his enthusiasm and, wanting to tease him even more, began playing with the shirt in ways that offered more glimpses of my breasts.
It was strange. Nick had seen and played with my tits numerous times, but somehow having him behind the camera made the idea of exposing myself to him an entirely new and erotic experience. I was even getting a little turned-on when he suggested we take a break.
Nick disappeared into the kitchen and returned in a few minutes with Bloody Marys and a joint. As we sat by the pool and got gloriously high, we reviewed the second more risqué batch of photos. Nick went on and on about how photogenic I was and what great a body I had, thus doing wonders for this girl's ego.
Trying to be modest, I said that I couldn't understand why he'd even want to photograph me topless, since he'd been staring at naked women, who were much better endowed than me, practically all day yesterday.
"But I'm the cameraman and you're my girlfriend and I almost got to photograph you topless. Come on, didn't it excite you a little when you played at baring your breasts for the camera?"
"Yeah," I admitted, "but it was uncharacteristic of me; I'm not much of an exhibitionist, you know."
He just stared at me hopefully. Well, I did want to please him and besides the thought of posing topless was titillating. "Oh, OK," I said at last. "But they're so small," my last feeble objection.
"And they're beautiful: perfect shape; nice and firm. Hell I don't know why you ever wear a bra," he said sweetly.
"Remember, no internet."
"Never, I swear. I'll give you a million dollars if anybody anywhere ever sees these photos without your permission, OK?"
"Well, I'm not about to show the camera a million dollars worth," I joked.
"Whatever, I just want you to know that I'm happy to keep your hot little body all to myself."
"OK, grab your camera, dude. Where do you want me?"
Nick posed me in several locations, first with one breast exposed, then both, and then I took off the shirt. When he suggested that I unbutton and slightly unzip my pants, I knew what he had in mind and, unzipping them just far enough to reveal the top of my pubic hair, assumed a saucy pose. He loved it. The fact that it was clear that I was wearing no panties combined with the sort of military effect of the camouflage pants made for a really sexy photo.
I think Nick was near to exhausting the 'pants-on' possibilities but, reluctant to ask me to strip naked, suggested I put on the bathing suit I'd worn to the previous day's party. Well, if you remember my earlier description, you'll recall that it barely covered anything -- particularly the bottom part.
"Top and bottom," I asked.
"If you must," he replied laughing.
So what's a girl to do? I really was enjoying feeling so sexy and appreciated. I changed into the suit ... well actually just the bottom. I'd show him that I'm no prude.
So there I was, naked but for a triangular patch of cloth so small that I had had to shave quite a bit more than usual. The patch was held in place by little more than two thin elastic straps: one encircled my waist; the other was well nestled between my butt cheeks. I was still amazed that I'd had the
chutzpa
to wear it yesterday at the party; but even more surprised that I was now going to allow a man to photograph me this way. Wasn't being essentially naked getting pretty close to porn?
Nick loved it that I had taken the challenge. First he took a series of shots with my backside facing the camera and my upper body turned, so that I was looking back over my shoulder at the camera. Naturally, that put my left breast in profile.
The result was cute and sexy: kind of a slightly pornographic version of the little girl in the old Coppertone ad -- but without the dog and my ass totally exposed. He never asked me to get completely naked but I did do some pretty sexy poses that involved playing with my breasts and teasing at touching myself further down.
Of course Nick kept suggesting poses that offered him various views of my ass and flattered, I willingly complied. I was finding that I really enjoyed the attention and being told I was so sexy. And, frankly, I was starting to get rather turned-on. When I glanced at Nick's crotch, it was obvious he felt the same.
"Put down that camera and get over here," I commanded as I slipped the thong off and laid back, legs spread, on the blanket.
Nick understood instantly and practically dove between my legs as my pussy came into view. After shooting in the sun for quite a while my crotch must have been a bit sweaty as well as juicy. But Nick certainly had no objection as he slurped at my pussy. I think I came in about 30 seconds while struggling not to let the entire neighborhood know how good it felt.
Nick stood and quickly stripped off his clothes. His hard cock jutted straight out and the moment I saw it I knew that I wanted, really wanted, to suck on him right then. While he was still standing, I quickly got to my knees and sucked his cock in as deeply as I could.
Strangely, I liked being on my knees, servicing (!) my man.
"Fuck my mouth," I practically begged as I withdrew my mouth from his cock for a moment. Then I grabbed his butt checks and pulled him to me. Soon he was cautiously thrusting his rigid shaft deep in my mouth.
Not wanting to be launched into a paroxysm of coughing, I wrapped my hand around it near the base and began jerking him off as I sucked. I guess knowing he couldn't accidentally choke me freed him to become more vigorous and he truly fucked my mouth with about the last four inches. It occurred to me that I'd never actually blown him to orgasm. Then I decided that now was the perfect time.
"Cum in my mouth, baby, shoot it down my throat," I moaned. I wanted to be sexy. No, I wanted to be NASTY! I wanted to be hotter than any of those girls we'd been watching on DVD.
Nick got the picture. This was for him. His thrusting became even more vigorous and then his rhythm grew ragged. I had cupped his balls in my other hand and could feel them tightening as his cock jerked in my hand and my mouth. He groaned as I felt the first ejaculation of his warm seed.
If sperm is an acquired taste, well, I guess I was acquiring the taste. But at that moment what I really liked most was the feeling of him using my mouth like a cunt for really the very first time.
Nick produces a whole lot of cum and I had to swallow repeatedly. I held his cock in my mouth as it began to wilt. Finally, with a sigh, he sank to his knees. Kneeling there just in front of me he looked so cute, grinning and sweating; his eyes sparkled like a kid who had just gotten his favorite treat.
I gave him a big open mouth soul-kiss without stopping to consider that my mouth still held remnants of his cum.
Now I've known men who would positively freak out at the thought of tasting cum - their own or anyone else's. I guess it's a homophobic thing. (Of course lots of other men live for it, I suppose; but they're not my target audience.) Nick didn't flinch.
Finally we broke the kiss and I said slyly, "Tastes pretty good, don't you?"
"Sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander, I guess," he said ambiguously.
"I have no idea what that means," I replied.
"You should have let me film that blowjob, it was definitely world-class," Nick responded, clearly trying to change the subject.
