The photo session started out tame, only a little naughty. It was a boudoir session, after all. Phoebe felt confident and sexy in the section of slinky nightgowns and lacy lingerie. Nothing was very revealing, and she was certain must of her partying clothes revealed more skin.
But there was something about the photographer posing her, telling her how to move and the flash of the camera that got her started. The room was warm, so her rock hard nipples weren’t the fault of the cold. “How far do you go with your pictures,” she asked leaning back on the bed as he instructed.
The camera clicked before he answered. “As far as the client wants.” He looked from around the camera at her.
She met his eye, and toyed with the shoulder straps, and let them drop. The silky gown slithered to her waist. Her hard nipples pointed directly at the camera. He changed a few lights, and shifted the crumbled fabric around her waist, before returning to the camera.
Unasked, Phoebe lifted her breasts, her thumbs caressing her own nipples. Her pussy was already hot, and she clamped her thighs together. She slipped one hand down, under the nightgown, between her thighs. The camera clicked. She shoved the gown off of her hips, and he kept taking pictures. She widened her knees, her fingers working her clit.
He took the camera off the tripod and moved closer to her, still snapping pictures. She laid back on the bed, spreading her legs wide. He knelt on the edge of the bed, his camera catching every inch of her bare flesh. She reached her fingers down and spread her lips open, knowing she wasn’t hiding anything from that camera. She listened to the camera click again.
She slipped a finger inside her pussy and moaned. Once again he moved, and the camera clicked. She arched her back, her fingers plunging in and out of her pussy.
Click, click, click.
She saw the bulge in his pants and smiled. She raised her wet fingers to her lips and licked them clean. She returned her fingers to her pussy, this time masturbating in earnest. She alternated rubbing her clit and plunging her fingers inside. She moaned and tossed her head, feeling her orgasm building. And every time she remembered, she looked directly into the camera. When she finally came, his camera caught it all.
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I’d started a story about boudoir photos too, but then went off on a tangent. Now I’m glad I did. This was beautifully written and very sensual! Thanks for sharing! 😉
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Thank you! I got lost sit 3 times on this one. It’s I love Friday Flash, I have to ruthlessly cut stuff 🙂
We both had the same idea. Loved your story, Lucy, and could picture the shoot perfectly.
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