It was a fine Saturday morning, warm sunshine, and light breezes bringing scents of spring flowers. Unbeknown to me, my real sexual awakening would begin later that day. I dressed in some loose fitting jeans and a bulky sweatshirt that made my petite frame look bigger than I am. I splashed on some Erotique, pulled by blonde hair into a ponytail, then raced down to the shops. Like most other Saturdays, the routine of doing my shopping and running errands had begun.
This particular Saturday, I was picking up film (yes, I still get film developed, not owning a digital camera yet) from the local shop in the mall. The man behind the counter, John, was a middle aged, strong build, tall with brown eyes you could drown in, dark hair, and a five o'clock shadow even at 10 AM in the morning. I was eager to collect the photos and look at them privately as my boyfriend had taken some "studio" type photos.
After standing in the queue, I finally received my prints. John served me and pulled out the photos to confirm they were mine, which I blushed immediately and nodded, wanting to get out of there as soon as I could. He could see my embarrassment and wanted to see me squirm. Going through nearly all of the photos, he made a few comments, like, "Your long hair looks so pretty when you wear it like that," or "That skirt really hugs your legs!"
Other comments weren't so flattering. For some reason, I felt I needed to validate the photos and started to tell him it was just my boyfriend and I mucking around. He listened intently suggested that I find a photographer to take the photos as they are much better equipped to get the right lighting etc. I thought this over briefly at the counter, thinking this was a good idea.
"Unfortunately, I don't have the money for professional photos. These were just for fun."
"Look umm, sorry I didn't catch your name, I am a photographer and charge pretty reasonable fees, I would be happy to take a few shots."
"Crystal, my name is Crystal."
"Here is my card Crystal, think about it and call me, it will be worth your while," John said with a wink of his eye.
I paid for the photos and put them and the card into my bag, and scooted out of there. There was something about that man in the photo shop, why did he wink at me? Why did he go through all of my photos when he didn't go through other peoples photos? Had he examined them previously?
Feeling quite flushed, I drove home, quite distracted. My pussy was begging to be touched and my panties were soaked. Giving in to my desires, I sat on my big sofa, slid down my jeans, and slipped my hand into my lacey red panties. I always loved wearing sexy underwear and had a considerable collection. So I always tried to co-ordinate my bras and panties. My finger slipped down my slit with ease and started to rub my clit. Settling in on the lounge; two fingers slipped in my love hole while my thumb worked on my hard clit that was now sticking out. Rubbing in circles on my clit sent me to my climax quickly and very intensely. It left me squealing out and breathless. My fingers dripping in my sex sauce, I sucked on my love juice, licking my fingers clean. Never had I come so hard or quick. Without a second thought, I got dressed and called the photographer. I arranged to meet him at his studios, not far from my house, at 5 o'clock. I was a bit nervous as he asked me to bring some "after five" clothes and a selection of lingerie.
