**This is a fantasy I've been having that I felt the need to get into writing, hopefully by putting it into words it will be that much closer to reality!**
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I had finally gotten the time to visit my friend Az in Texas. It was a relief to take a break from work and life and go hang out in his new apartment. I'd visited once before but he had a girlfriend at the time and one thing I'm not is a home wrecker. However, in the 3 years of talking to him there had been merciless flirting and the exchange of some rather explicit pics on my part. I'll admit I went into this vacation with the purpose of pouncing him thoroughly.
We had an affectionate greeting that was filled with promise and potential which only spurred my plans further I decided to get down to business. I didn't want this to be just run of the mill jump into bed sort of thing. That is too easy and too forgettable. I wanted to play it out, have some fun and build up more tension as well as appeal to his artistic nature. Something really cool about Az is that he has a good eye for a photograph, which was another reason my visit. He was very talented and besides, he'd bought those black silk sheets just for me...
After a lingering kiss and a gentle nip to the earlobe I whispered in his ear, "I needed to change into something a little more photogenic. I doubt we'll be able to get out much during my visit......" His eyes widened a little and he ducked his head a little shyly but was unable to suppress the smile at my veiled threat. I was already aware that I'd have to draw him out, he wasn't likely to make the first move. I didn't mind that much, it can be fun to seduce another..
I slid into the bathroom with my small bag, which I'd prepared for this particular purpose. I trusted him to set up the bedroom according to his artist eye and could now focus on my own look. It didn't take me long to shimmy out of the jeans and v-neck t-shirt I was wearing. Off went the comfortable smooth bra and on went the black coin bra I wore for belly dancing. It chimed gently as I tied the neck and back ribbons to keep the halter in place. It adds an attractive silhouette to my large C breasts and accentuates every movement with the small tassels and kuchi pieces. Over that was a maroon linen shirt that stopped right beneath my breasts and had long bell sleeves that partially covered my hands. The neck was a deep V that cut down my cleavage to mid sternum showing the bra beneath. My midsection was bare from the base of my breasts to my pubic bone, showing off the hourglass of my waist and pierced navel, letting the expanse of skin move and undulate unhindered. On my lower half was a swirling skirt in purple. Although it was 10 yards of material, it was lightweight and clung to my hips and had two slits up the sides, baring me from ankle to thigh when I moved. The final accent was a blue fringed hip scarf that made all my movements pronounced and fluid. Makeup was understated but exotic. Dark lining with a slight upturn at the corners on the eyes, a hint of purple and gold shimmer on the lids and high cheekbones and deep red to my full lips. I left my hair loose, dark and curling just past my shoulders.
A muted tinkle of bells accompanied me out of the bathroom and down the short hall to Az's room. He had been busy. The sheets were out and he'd arranged so that there would be the best lighting possible in the room. He looked up from placing a lamp and stopped when he saw me. He took me in from head to toe. His face reddened slightly and his shy smile came back. In his eyes was something else, something I liked.
"Is there any way you want me?" I asked with a slight grin.
"Nope, just do what you feel, I'll let you know if I want anything different" was the reply. When Az tried discreetly to adjust himself I knew there was something else he was interested in but wasn't going to bring it up. That suited me just fine, now I was going to play.
I started standing, first with my back to him and looking over my shoulder coyly, having the picture focused on my tattoos and eyes, hands arranged gracefully. We did several shots of me standing, doing different positions typical in belly dancing. He coughed a little when I had the skirt arranged to show off my legs as I leaned backward and let my head drop, hair hanging, eyes closed, mouth slightly parted. Like a good photographer, Az kept going without drawing more attention to his own predicament.
I slid onto the sheets and began a few sitting positions which started to bring attention to the fact that my undergarments were non existent. After a few shots I held his eyes and began taking off the linen shirt. Without need of direction, which was good as he didn't seem to the point that he could really speak, I knelt on the bed, legs spread apart and the central panel of my skirt the only thing keeping me from being exposed. I arched my back, bringing one arm down to steady myself as the other trailed from my face, down my neck and lower to my abdomen, working lazy circles over my tanned silky skin enjoying the feel of myself as much as I enjoyed Az's physical reaction to my antics.
I slid my hand slightly under my waistband and slowly lifted my upper body into an upright position, dragging my loose hand down to the other. I let my hair fall into my face slightly and couldn't help the Cheshire smile that lit upon my lips. I untied the knot of my belt and brought it up to frame my face and eyes, partially obscuring my cleavage. I idly tossed it at him, which brought another smile and seemed to break the nervous tension slightly. Az kept diligently snapping pictures as I brought my hands up behind my hair, piling it on top of my head before dragging them down to the straps holding my bra in place. I turned my back to him and moved my hands to the straps around my torso and and let my hands slip to the knots, undoing first the lower then the upper ones. I turned slightly, all that was keeping my breasts covered was my arm holding up the bra.
My skin was tingling from the control I was maintaining. I had never done this before. I was aroused and wet. My pupils were dilated and my breath fast. Everywhere my hands touched fire raced through me. I wasn't far away from being completely naked and exposed to an incredibly attractive man who'd I'd lusted after for years. To say that this was the culmination of many fervid online chats and innuendos was putting it lightly. The first time with another is always exciting, even more so with the amount of tantric buildup we've had over the years. A small voice in my head laughed at the knowledge that there would be pictures leading up to it.