She finally came to her senses and started to back away from this leering man
"I have to go back inside the hotel now."
"Why? I only want to talk to you."
She slowly backed away. It was only 20 or 30 feet to the hotel lobby and she was sure she could make it there without further incident. After all that had already happened that evening and later in the hotel exercise room she certainly didn't need any more adventures. As she took another step backwards her thoughts of Paul, whom she had just met at her friends wedding reception earlier that day, confused her. While aroused by the attraction she felt toward Paul and apparently also he toward her she had thought she was safe once she and her husband left the reception. She thought her almost acting on her husbands continual fantasies for her to sleep with other men had passed. While she had given into those fantasies of his before those times were different. Those past occasions had been planned events. This time was different; this time was with a complete stranger unbeknownst to her husband.
But now, just a few hours later Paul had not only taken her but he had taken her to sexual places that she really hadn't been in a long, long time. She was embarrassed that she had let it happen. She was angry with herself, and with Paul, that she gave herself to him with such abandon and that he took her so savagely, but more so that in spite of everything she was still very aroused.
"I have to go back to my husband."
"Oh, that was your husband we watched you have sex with?"
She just looked down at the ground. She had stopped moving; not knowing how to answer and at the same time wondering why she thought she should. Her husband, after all, wanted this didn't he? If she went upstairs right now and woke him and told him she had just had sex with Paul in the Hotel fitness room it would probably arouse him wouldn't it? He would probably want her to tell him the whole story of how Paul had taken her in front of those picture windows. He would probably get all turned on knowing that other men had probably watched Paul play with her naked body until he ultimately plied her pussy lips open with his manhood. He would probably want to go find Paul so he could watch him take her again. To watch how he made her moan, to watch how he had caused her to beg him to fuck her. Yes, she was certain that it would be ok; that he would understand and forgive her. She was certain that it would encourage him to encourage her to walk down that path some more.
"No," she whispered, "that wasn't my husband."
She continued looking down at the granite of the hotel patio; now aware that this new stranger had moved closer to her.
"What do you want from me," she quietly asked.
"I can tell you are tired. I won't keep you I just thought that... I just thought that maybe you could just do me one favor."
"What" she asked as she looked up at him.
"Well, my friends will never believe I met you if I don't bring them proof. They'll think I'm making it all up if I just come back with a story that I met you and had a nice conversation. So... I was hoping I could at least take a picture of you that I can bring back."
"Ok, that would be all right, do ahead."
"Well, if I just take a picture of you like that they will think that I took a picture of some lady walking down the street and won't believe it is you."
"What are you asking? What is it that you want?"
"Well, if it isn't too forward I was thinking that if I could get a picture of you holding your t-shirt up so they could see something they would know that I really found you."
She laughed. Here was this poor, horny, middle aged man asking her to get naked for him so he could prove to his lecherous friends that he had found the woman they had all lusted over as they watched her getting fucked; as they probably jacked off dreaming it was them inside her!
"I can't do that in front of the hotel lobby."
"Well, no, I suppose not, but we could go around the corner, over by those loading docks. Nobody could see us there. Please... it wouldn't take but a minute; it would be a huge favor to me and wouldn't hurt you or nothing."
She laughed at herself as she pondered his request. Oh what the hell, she thought to herself. It would probably be a fitting backdrop to a wild and crazy day.
"Ok, but only one picture and you cannot take a picture of my face. I don't want a picture of my breasts all over the internet where people I know could see me."
"I promise. I'll show what I take of you and you can approve it. If you don't approve I'll delete it, but I'd ask to be able to take a replacement picture. Is that ok?
"Ok, that will be fine."
She found herself grinning at the silliness of it all as she followed him to the loading dock area.
"Where do you want me?"
"How about just against that wall?"
"OK. So you want me to pull my shirt up so you can see my breasts?"
"Yes, if that's ok. Would you mind taking your shirt completely off?"
"How about if I just lift it up to cover my face, that way I'll be certain you won't take a picture showing my face."
"Perfect"
She lifted her shirt with both hands. She felt the cool air waft across her nipples, causing them to swell as she covered her head completely with her t-shirt. She heard him gasp.
"What is it?" she asked through her shirt.
"Perfect. Your tits are absolutely perfect. Can I ask your measurements?"
"36b. Have you taken your picture yet?"
"No, can I just look at you for a moment? You are an absolute goddess. I want to imprint this picture of your absolutely perfect breasts, your milky white skin and your playful freckles into my mind."
"You really think my breasts are nice?"
"Oh god yes, if you don't mind me saying so you have given me one hell of a hard on just looking at them."
"Have you taken your picture yet? And, no, I don't mind you saying so..." she giggled.
"Can I take a few from different angles for your consideration?"
"Sure, I suppose, could you take them now? I can't hold my shirt over my head forever?
She noticed the flash of the camera; and then another; and then a few more as he walked to either side of her taking pictures of her from various angles. The flashes eventually were coming from a different altitude as well as she felt him kneeling in front of her; leaning ever so slightly against her.
"Have you taken enough yet? Can I see them?"
"Sure, I think I'm done. I can't wait to show you."
She lowered her t-shirt and reached for the camera. He handed it to her as she began scanning through what seemed like a couple dozen photos. She thought they looked quite nice. She liked the effect on her breasts of her arms being raised; of how that pose made her breasts look like those of a much younger woman. She was surprised by how taught and extended her nipples appeared in these pictures; especially the ones taken from down below her. She like how they looked.
"Tell you what; you can keep all of these if you want. I really don't have a favorite and there aren't any I object to. I hope you and your friends are happy with these."
"Can I ask one more favor of you?"
"What."
"Well, I wonder if I could take just one more picture. Just one picture that will make my friends really crazy."
"What would that be?"
"Well, would it be ok if I took a picture of my tongue on your nipple? You have such amazing nipples and it would be just such the biggest favor to me"
She laughed to herself at the craziness of all of this.
"Yah, ok, fine."
She lifted her t-shirt up again making sure it completely covered her face so her identity could be hidden. She felt him come hesitantly closer to her as she heard him whisper "perfect" once again in reference, she assumed, to her breasts. She felt his hot breath on her and then she felt, not his tongue, but his lips; and not on her nipple but on the underside of her left breast. He was kissing her breast with soft gentle pecks. He slowly deliberately kissed the entire underside of her breast, then up her left side and then toward her nipple.
Her head involuntarily leaned back to the wall, ultimately resting on the wall at about a 45 degree angle. She closed her eyes as she concentrated on his kisses. He stopped. She could feel him lightly blow on her nipple.
She felt dampness beginning to form between her legs. She wondered if he was aware. Could he tell she was aroused? Could he maybe even smell her sex? She felt his tongue flick across her nipple. She gasped. Did she really do that she wondered to herself? Might he have heard? She felt him take her nipple between his lips. She felt his tongue across the tip as he pulled on her with his lips. She moaned.
He whispered to her, "Can I have one more favor?"
"What," she moaned back, barely audible.