I push open the shop door. Narrow hallway smells of chemicals. Heels click on worn linoleum. Stairs creak under me. Up to the studio. Light slips under the door, striped through blinds. Neighbors’ murmurs filter from adjacent walls. This building’s alive. Everyone home, doors thin. My pulse races. Second shoot. No stuffy suit. Sexy skirt slit high, sheer blouse. String clings wet already. Two mojitos buzz my veins.
Photographer greets me. Warm hand lingers. Eyes rake my curves. ‘You look perfect,’ he whispers. No assistant today. Kids, he says. Alone. Heart thumps. We chat. Banquette swapped for softer one. ‘Drink?’ Minibar room next door. I gulp Martini. Heat spreads. Back to pose. Legs crossed. Hands back. Tits thrust out. Lace scratches nipples. Flash pops. Silence between. Floorboards groan as he circles.
The Contact
‘Drop your head back.’ I do. Neck arches. ‘Hand in hair.’ Fingers tangle. ‘Down your neck.’ Skin tingles. ‘To thighs.’ Skirt rides up. String exposed. He doesn’t blink. Flash. Flash. Crouches low. Sees everything. Wet spot grows. Breath hitches. Muffled voices downstairs? Neighbors? Fear spikes arousal.
‘Remove skirt.’ Voice husky. Zipper rasps slow. Fabric pools. Legs spread. Blouse hides barely. Hand to breast. Squeeze. Flash frenzy. Heat builds. Pussy throbs. ‘Touch through fabric.’ Fingers press damp string. Moan escapes, stifled. He pauses. Eyes beg.
Blouse off. Bra pushes tits high. Leg up. String aside. Fingers slide in. Soaked. Two plunge deep. Other hand frees nipple. Pinch. Twist. Hips buck. Bassin grinds. Whispers: ‘Good girl.’ Light flickers under door. Someone passing?
The Indiscretion
I grab his bulge. Rock hard. Yank zipper. Cock springs free. Thick. Veins pulse. Swallow whole. Gulp. Slurp. Tongue swirls head. He groans low. Hands in hair. Thrusts shallow. Pussy aches empty. He pulls back. ‘Gonna eat that pussy.’ No. ‘Fuck me now.’ Beg.
On back. Legs wide. He slams in. No resistance. Gushy wet. Slow pumps first. Grip hips. Faster. Slaps echo soft. Muffle screams. ‘Harder.’ Reverse. Doggy. Ass up. Cock spears deep. Walls shake? Neighbors hear? Thrill explodes. Turn tables. Straddle. Impale. Ride wild. Tits bounce. He gropes. Claw his chest. Climax hits. Walls clench. Scream bitten back.
He flips. Pounds relentless. Grunts animal. Fills me. Hot spurts. Collapse. Sweat slick. Breaths ragged. Floor creaks settling.
Dress quick. He mumbles photos soon. Door clicks shut. Stairs down. Heart hammers. Pass old lady in hall. Smiles polite. Eyes know? Out to street. Legs shaky. Pussy leaks cum. Secret burns. Did they hear flashes? Moans? His hidden cam? Neighborhood sleeps on. I transgressed next door.