Three weeks may not seem like a long time, but it is an eternity when you've been dumped. In hindsight, it was a blessing. At the time, it was devastating. My fiancée was a good person. Witty, good-looking and had a line of clothing stores he founded so there were no financial stresses. Maybe things were too good. He'd recently taken up photography, and it was fun for the both of us.
As his skills increased, he convinced me to be the subject of his photo shoots. They started indoors, but ended up being mostly outside and with my clothing slowly disappearing. Wine was his secret "motivational" tool as I considered myself a shy conservative girl. After a glass or two, he convinced me to pose topless in our bedroom. A few weeks later, and I allowed him to capture me for the first time without any clothes on. It was a turn-on. The next night, we went to a friend's party and both came home with a healthy buzz.
Inside, we made frantic love, and afterwards he pushed me to use my favorite toy on myself. I didn't object. With one hand, I held my petals open, while with the other I caused the tip of my vibrator to play tag with my clit. Orgasms poured out and rocked me such that I didn't notice Rick had pulled out his lens and was capturing my play. When I saw Rick snapping away, I pressed my legs closed, and asked him to quit.
"Baby, it's beautiful. Your face is so shiny, crimson cheeks and glowing. And your pussy looks amazing. It is so wet and swollen it appears to be almost begging for attention," Rick softly advised me in his deep voice. "Come on honey. Show the camera Tiffany's pussy. Show it how you make it feel good." Slowly, my legs parted and it wasn't long until the camera's flash and constant snap brought out an inner vixen hidden within me.
After a bit, my legs were spread wide, and I was following Rick's suggestions. Fingers were pushed up deep into me, withdrawn and cleaned in my mouth. I'd never done this before. It made me feel dirty, but so so horny. I even let Rick photograph me using a dildo on myself. With each set, I seemed to cum harder and knew that a few times he had switched from photo to video mode. I was fine with it, and completely trusted him.
The next day we reviewed the pictures on a large computer screen and I had to admit they were good. Some of the snaps were so close, you could see the inner pink of my pussy and they showed just how wet I was. Other pictures were of my face when I was cumming, my tits and whole body photos. Rick seemed to have a skill, and was using it to pull an unknown sexuality out of me. But I was nervous about the photos so Rick promised to send them to my private e-mail account, and delete the images.
The next weekend, we met friends at the beach. While the ladies tanned, the guys played in the water and mixed drinks for the females. We arrived late, so stayed until everyone else had departed. When the sun started to set, Rick told me how sunset and sun rise light really were ideal for photographers, then asked if I wanted to go for a quick walk. I suspected he wanted to take some pictures of me in the water, but purposefully didn't say a word. Two hundred yards up the beach, a rocky cliff jetted out almost to the water's edge and here Rick pulled out his camera.
"Tiffany, you mind if I take some shots of you in the water? I want to capture you wetting your hair, and how your bikini clings to you when its wet."
"There are people on the beach and in the water," I replied nervously.
"Lots of people, so you'll blend right in. I'll zoom in on you, so you can go some ways out, but I want you to flash me one of your nipples after you pose in the wet suit," Rick told me.
"Seriously! People will see," I protested.
"It's not like tops don't accidentally pop off all the time, and if you're out a bit I really don't think people will notice," Rick answered.
"We'll see," I replied back, then headed out into the water. About 30 yards out, the water was up to my thighs and I started to pose. Either I was too far out, or people just didn't seem to really care as everyone seemed to ignore me.
Usually, when I walked up a beach in my bikini I caused a few heads to turn. My long blonde hair, dark heavy eyebrows and light blue eyes appeal to many, but I also kept in shape by running regularly. My breasts are small, a solid B cup, however, both sexes often get caught staring at my rear. It is firm and a bit on the bubble side. My legs are thin, but muscular. Despite my cute looks, as I began to pose it seemed like I was almost invisible.
I ducked under the water, popped up and flung my hair back in an arc. Yep, copied and repeated by many models. I pranced around a bit in the water, jetting my butt out, and just trying to look seductive. Lastly, I looked around, didn't see anyone in front of me so quickly pulled my padded top down to flash Rick. Just as I was doing so, a guy on a paddle board zipped in front of me and caught an eyeful. I turned beat red, and dove under the water. When I popped up, he was off, and the event left me a bit excited. While my breasts are on the small side, my nipples are not and they were coiled up hard.
As I walked out of the water, Rick was jokingly laughing. "That was great. Wish I would have caught your expression when the guy on the board came by. Let's hurry, before we lose more light. I want to get some pictures over by the cliff, in one of the crags as the sun is shining right into it." Rick grabbed my hand and led me up to the cliff's indentation which was about 50 yards from the shoreline.
The rocky cliffs rose up about twenty feet and formed a deep V which blocked the view from most of the beach. The floor was full of soft white sand, and right now it was brightly light up by the setting sun. "Take your top off, and press your wet tits into the sand. It'll look like a cool sand bra."
I momentarily thought about it, and decided why not. The drinks we'd had earlier made all these choices seem easy, as I really didn't think about what could go wrong. So, I tossed off my bikini top, and pressed my nipples and breasts into the sand as Rick continued to snap away. After a few poses of my sandy nipples, he waived me over and used his water bottle to wash away the sand. I was now topless on a public beach.
He guided me to one of the cliff edges, where he had me raise my arms, pull on my nipples and stick my ass out. As I was doing the later, he told me to pull by bikini bottoms up into my crack so more of my butt was exposed. I did so, and it was fun. The sun was just on the horizon, so I knew we'd be finished soon. It's location also meant I really couldn't see much. All throughout the pictures, Rick kept telling me how sexy and hot I looked. His words served as further encouragement for our shenanigans.
When Rick asked me to bend over, pull my bikini aside and show off my pussy I didn't hesitate. I was bathed in beautiful sunshine, and in my mind it was similar to another bedroom photo session. After a couple of pictures, he had me stand up, turn around and play with myself. I leaned back against the cliff, and did so automatically. My only thought was that I should have brought my vibrator along, and how horny I was getting.
"Untie your bottoms and let them drop," Rick instructed me. I did so with one hand and was now completely nude. The sun was blinding, so I closed my eyes and allowed my fingers to roam over my body. First, lightly teasing my nipples, then pulling on them more firmly. Again, I leaned back against the rock face as my hand drifted down towards my crotch. Gently, I started to rub my pussy.
"Make yourself cum babe. This is amazing," Rick pleaded.
