by Nicci Greene
We were on holiday, my husband and I with a group of friends staying in a nice resort. The holiday was all-inclusive so we stayed mainly within the complex. The resort was well known to people back home and many people came from where we lived to holiday there. So much so in fact that you would nearly always bump into someone you knew from back home or recognised. The night we met we were all having dinner together in one of the complex’s many restaurants. It was late in the evening and the sun was setting over the bay glowing red like a large red ball in the sky. I watched as it dipped below the horizon as if it was sinking into the sea. The sea was calm but the gentle waves flickered red as the sun sank deeper into the water. At first my gaze was fixed on the sunset and I didn’t notice him arrive at our table. He was a friend of one of the friends we were on holiday with. We were the youngest of the people we were away with and he too was about ten years my senior. He seemed to be alone and I felt him looking at me before I turned to see him myself. As the sun dipped out of sight I finally turned back to the table to join in the conversation which I had caught bits of as I watched my picture fade.
‘Beautiful isn’t it’, were his first words to me as he realised I was turned enough to hear him. ‘Yes’ I replied focusing my eyes on who had spoken to me. He was standing and at the other side of the table from me, he continued, ‘I have some fantastic pictures of the sunset here it is amazing’. ‘He’s a photographer’ my friend said before I engaged in the chat, ‘Are you here on holiday?’ I queried. ‘No I’m working’ was his reply and that fascinated me.
This man was there at that beautiful time of year not to soak it up or even to sunbathe. He wasn’t there to drink away his days or lounge by the pool. Instead he was there to capture its beauty and that made me very interested in him. He came around the table as the small talk continued and pulled up a chair beside me. He told me about where he had been and about the pictures he had taken and why he had chosen this area to capture. I was mesmerised by his stories and after a while I realised I had not been part of our group. I had instead spent all evening talking to this man, a stranger!
The way he described photography and the pictures of beauty he had seen turned me on. His understanding of nature and how important the world around us was made me feel sexually aroused. He was taller than me but only just. His hair had been black at one point in his life but was now almost grey, silver even. It was parted and pulled to one side as if it had been forced that way for years. His shirt was unbuttoned and his chest contained curly hairs a mixture of grey and black. He was fairly tanned although his face was more red than brown and his forehead, larger due to his age and receding hair line, was very red as if he had spent too long out in the sun talking his pictures.
He wasn’t my type but his words were sensual and deep and the idea of his pictures was romantic. I asked him did he do portraits and the conversation soon turned to him talking pictures of me. I turned to my husband with this suggestion and he was very happy for me to be photographed. He wanted the pictures himself for his desk at work and thought it was a great idea. We then discussed technical matters like lighting and poses and his professional manner made me feel less aroused and more studious.
Later that night when we retired to the bar he brought us some of his albums. They contained tiny pictures about 24 to a sheet and were difficult at first to make out but he knew every detail recapturing the moment in his mind. As he described each moment the picture came alive almost enlarging itself as he spoke allowing me to imagine myself in the pic and I desperately wanted him to take my pics straight away. We agreed a time for the following day and I arranged to meet him in his apartment late afternoon. He said it would take him some time to set up the lights.
It took me longer to decide what to wear and in the end my husband chose a dress I had away with me. It was a long black dress. It plunged deep at the front and deeper at the back much like my purple one which I had left at home. The dress continued to the floor with a large split up the outside of the leg. It was very classy but light enough material to wear in the warm weather. I wore strappy, gold, metallic, high heel, dress sandals on my feet but left off my jewellery.
It was hot that day and he had arranged the shoot for late afternoon so that most of the heat from the day would be disappearing as the sun began to set over the sea.
When I first knocked on his door he was still mucking around with lights but as I walked around his apartment he lifted his camera and started snapping asking me to keep walking as if I had moved exactly how he wanted me too. It was very hot in his apartment and the doors to the balcony were wide open. Most of the heat inside was coming from the lighting he had rigged up. He was sweating buckets and in the end had to remove his shirt. He apologised as he removed it unable to contend with the heat but I didn’t care. He seemed to wonder how I could still look so perfect in the heat as he told me to stand out on the balcony and he continued snapping away with his camera.
He asked me to look out over the sea as the sun came down and I’m sure he hoped the heat would die down with it. He was snapping me from behind as the outline of my bum was clear for him to see and I’m sure he realised I had no underwear on. My arms were crossed and my hands loosely holding the railing. I got turned on as he got closer imaging the railing was his hard penis as I held it tight sometimes sliding my hand along it. I could tell he was watching it as he leant in to take some close ups of my face against the setting sun. My nails were perfectly manicured and I wondered if he was thinking what I was thinking?
As he came closer asking me to turn my head he seemed taken aback once more by my beauty remarked at how I looked through his lens. His breath becoming more like a pant as I swayed my head side to side for him, smiling at him in a sexy way. I could feel the heat from the sun on the side of my face as the fading light touched only one side, perfect he said as he loomed even closer to capture the shot. He pulled back around me taking pictures behind me and I was sure he was zooming in on the curves of my backside.
I too was getting hot, remembering how he described his pictures but also at his closeness and his close examination of me. All over me his eyes and camera lens were and I felt hotter inside as well as outside. He asked me to turn once more and I felt the heat touch my breast. The entire side of each breast was exposed by the dress and the light warmed my breast and turned it pink. He watched as the sunlight crept onto my cleavage like a warm red hand and I wondered if he wanted to swap places with it. As the sunlight hit my curves and he continued to snap away I could see now how interested he was in me by the bulge appearing in his shorts. He knew the light was fading and needed me inside but it was warmer inside and the lights would be glaring so he took his time, enough to savour the moment but then he and I both wanted more. He wanted more pics, more flesh. I wanted more too but did we want the same thing?
He was so close to me I could imagine him reaching out to touch my breast and I hoped he was thinking the same as he asked me to go back inside. I walked to him and then past him and his hand came up and rested in the curve of my spine gently touching my lower back as we walked into the room together. I wanted his hand to slide down my curves and grab my behind but it didn’t. I wondered was he showing restraint or if I was reading the situation wrongly.
Back inside the room I asked, ‘Do you want me on the bed?’ hoping to ignite his seemingly obvious desire to bed me. Wiping the sweat from his brow as he struggled for the words to say I imagined his answer, hoping that it would be dirty, willing it to be. Instead it was a simple, ‘Yes’ followed by, ‘If you could lean back with your arms behind you and tilt your head that would be great’.
I did as he asked and as I sat back I crossed my legs so that the dress would fall at the split revealing my whole leg right to the top, ‘Perfect’ he said as he continued to snap, zooming in on my leg as the camera pointed downwards. I flicked my head from side to side to shake the hair from my face as the camera lifted and seemed to zoom once again to my breast as the dre
ss held it in place, just! I wanted his hand to be there and as I watched him he licked his lips. Perhaps he was licking the sweat away but to me he was thinking about licking my nipples. I was getting more and more horny and wanted sex so bad.
He then asked, ‘Can we try some different shots?’ to which I thought, yes this is it! He will want me out of this dress and so I replied, ‘Ok, do you want me to change?’ He gulped and the gulp in his throat seemed to prevent him from answering so I stood up from the bed, close to him and turned my back to him, ‘Can you unzip me?’ Again without a word he set down the camera and this time did as I asked until my dress fell to the floor leaving me wearing only my gold strappy sandals.
He could see my body from behind, completely naked and I could see his reflection in the mirror as his eyes wandered up and down before fixing his gaze on my backside. I hoped he would grab it but he didn’t. His eyes were then drawn to the mirror I was looking at and he could see the outline of my body, my silhouette and the side of my breast. He seemed to be taking photos in his mind of my naked body, hoping to remember what he was seeing, wishing he could snap me naked or better still touch me!
I wanted him to touch me and feel me all over. I wanted him to enjoy me in the way he enjoyed all his subjects. I wanted him to think of this and play it over in his mind just as he did those sunsets and the other pictures which he described so beautifully to me recalling the moment forever in his mind. I knew he was by then dying to touch me too, to feel me, to see my breasts in full so I put my hands behind my back beckoning him to come to me.
Reading the situation, at last, he put his hands into mine and I pulled him closer. His eyes that had been transfixed on the mirror after seeing only the side of my breast were now looking down on both of them over my shoulder and I felt his breath deepen on my neck as I took his hands around my waist and placed them onto my breasts. My nipples were erect as he held them gently at first before groping them harder and harder and as he himself became harder and harder. I passed my hands once again behind me unbuttoning his shorts and letting them fall to the floor at his ankles. Stood there in that clinch was like the time my husband and I first had sex, holding each other in the same way but the photographer was less relaxed and I was in full control. I knew exactly what I was doing. It wasn’t romantic, it wasn’t love, it was sex I wanted, pure and simple.
I tilted my head back towards him with my hands inside his boxers.
As my hands slid up and down his shaft he seemed unable to let go of my breasts; the ones he had watched, the ones I knew he had wanted and waited for but I wanted more. As the breeze began to flow through the open door to cool our bodies I turned to him and asked him to turn off the camera lighting knowing that we needed more cool air if we were to get any more excited and hoping the dimmer light would make him more adventurous.
He turned away from me to turn off the lights and as he did I came up behind him so that he could feel my erect nipples on his back, sliding down his back as I dropped to my knees taking his boxers down with me. He was standing naked, the lights finally off and the fading sunlight over the ocean giving an orange, warming glow to his front as I slid my hands up his legs.
He knew what was to happen next and for the first time he knew what to do so he turned to me allowing the glow to warm his back as my hands slid all over his legs finding themselves in between. He was looking down at me as I concentrated on his cock cupping his balls in my hand and licking wildly, my tongue lashing in and out over his balls. He sighed in delight as I licked his shaft from bottom to top with my other hand reaching around and holding his bum. Again he seemed to be taking mental photos, trying not to come, trying not to explode in my face but wanting to, dying to at the same time.
I put his cock in my mouth still holding his balls in one hand whilst the other slid up his chest until he grabbed it, hoping this would never end but knowing it would and holding my hand tight so that I could not escape the moment.
He told me afterwards that as I sucked and sucked he remembered the beginning of the photo shoot, playing it again in his mind from the start until that point and when he got to that part and he could feel my tongue lashing the tip of his penis he could hold back no more as he came onto my face, hoping again that it wasn’t the end of our encounter.
Of course it wasn’t to be as I too needed the same treatment. I needed him to make me come, that’s why I went there, to have him inside me. When he realised I needed more he became more relaxed and having come himself he wanted to kiss me. We hadn’t yet kissed and he was thinking about how he wanted to taste me.
I lay back on the bed beckoning him to come and lie beside me. His hands felt me all over and he seemed unable to stop touching and caressing my curves as he leant over to finally kiss me but I turned away letting him only kiss my neck. This made him nervous, why weren’t we kissing? Why didn’t I let him? Reading his thoughts I said, ‘Not yet’ and I took his hand and placed it between my legs. It was time for him to return the favour and as he grabbed and groped between my legs he was still looking over every inch of my naked body and taking more mental photos. His eyes were saying, I want you, I want to eat you and as I got wetter he slid his hand up and down my clitoris, teasing me and kissing my neck again before flicking his finger inside for a second. As I shuddered waiting for it again his mouth found its way down to my breasts sucking and licking my nipples then another flicker inside then another before they became longer, harder, pushing in and out, two fingers then went inside. His hands were caressing me everywhere. His mouth kept going downwards until he was kissing my belly and licking around my belly button.
There was still no snogging but what his mouth was doing was better. It was fantastic. I was getting tingles all over my body and pulling him closer. He was nearly on top of me and by then he was getting hard again, ready again as I felt his penis dig into my leg. His head got even lower until he replaced his fingers with his tongue. My head went backwards as his tongue penetrated me and he remembered the pictures of me on the bed, my back arching as he lashed out with his tongue and also dug fingers in deep pulling me upwards with his strength until finally I pulled him up toward me, pulling him into me, closer still, digging my nails into his back as I came, moaning loudly with his fingers still inside.
My face was turned to the side, his body on top of mine with his face buried in my neck. His cock was stiffening as my body relaxed and my legs opened wider allowing him to fall in between them. His penis was touching my soaking wet vagina, feeling it wet and warm against the tip of his shaft. I wanted him inside and I knew he wanted it too but as I lay there completely relaxed beneath him he seemed to be questioning, could he do it? Should he do it?
I needed him inside me, I wanted him inside. I willed it but did he want to? Did he know I wanted him to?
The tension mounted as the moment grew in time and stature.
I then turned my head to his as all his muscles contorted, willing him to push forward and into me. I could feel the tip of his penis touching the lips of my clit as they parted easily beckoning him inside. I could feel his muscles tight at the bottom of his back as I ran my hands down either side of his spine resting at the small of his back as I writhed beneath him, moaning, groaning with pleasure and intent.
I looked right at him and as we stared at one another I said, ‘Kiss me’
His back relaxed slightly and his body relaxed as he gently laid it on top of mine. He was no longer holding his penis at the entrance to me but resting it on top of my vagina, resting his body, no longer tensing his muscles as his face closed in on mine. He looked into my eyes as his face came forward to mine then his eyes glanced down at my lips to find the target. Finally I let his lips touch mine, gently at first as he held my head in his hand before snogging me. I could feel his penis throbbing against my clitoris and I ached to have him inside.
We kissed and snogged and licked each other getting faster and more furious as our tongues lashed one another’s. We panted as we attemp
ted to catch our breath and as we frantically kissed our bodies both tensed in frustration again.
His hand found my breast and my hands his bare bum squeezing him closer so I could feel his hard shaft against me once again before I finally pulled my head back away from his stopping the kissing so our eyes met once more. With his hand still holding my breast. I looked straight at him again and then I said, ‘Fuck me!’
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After the holiday we kept in touch. I had given him my email address so he could send the pictures to me and, as promised, I gave my husband some. The pictures on the balcony were terrific and I felt like a model. We chatted by email and at first it was just to talk about what happened but then we began to talk dirty to one another. I looked forward to his emails and he enjoyed my equally dirty replies. I was finding myself getting horny in work as we talked about what we wanted to do to each other and where we might do it.
I had been promoted and was doing the job my husband did originally when we first met. I had my own office (his old office) and more time on my hands. I looked forward to going in each morning and checking my mail and spending lunchtime locked away in the office dreaming up dirty sexy scenarios for us to write about. I no longer watched the porn DVDs my husband made but instead I got my kicks from my email exchanges at work. When I used my vibrator I no longer thought about my husband or the porn I had seen as I had my own experiences to recall and hoped I would have many more to come.