She watched them for a while before packing up and leaving. Sue and Sheila were now in the 69 position and I heard Sheila say, “Thank God the guys aren’t here.”
Brad and I looked at each other.
“What should we do?” I asked.
“If we go in now, they’ll freak out. If we pretend, we don’t know we might catch them at it again, what do you think?”
“I’m with you, let’s watch and keep this between us, you never know when we might be lucky enough to be able to watch again.”The Photographer
My flat mate is the most gorgeous looking woman I’ve ever seen and believe me I’ve seen a lot. She asked me to do her portfolio and of course I agreed. I’m a lesbian but she doesn’t know it. We live different lives. She’s hardly ever home and I hang out with both sexes, so the subject’s never come up.
“So, what do you want me in first?” Bronny asked.
“Just something casual…we’ll do a few shots like that…then go for the formal look and finish off with some sultry ones in sexy underwear,” I said.
She knew how to work the camera and was co-operative with whatever I suggested. I found myself in awe of her. I’ve seen her plenty of times in flimsy clothing, coming out of the shower in just a towel but like this posing for me was really turning me on.
“Great tits,” I said, when she took off her dress. They were bulging over her push-up bra, not that she needed one, her tits were awesome.
“Thanks. Never had any complaints,” she said, a light blush staining her neck.
I positioned her resting against some pillows and as I adjusted the lights, I couldn’t help but admire her firm taut stomach and notice the light wispy hairs which trailed down into her G-string, some where I defiantly wanted to go.
After taking a few shots I had her lay on her stomach, one leg pushing upwards and out, causing her arse up high, the muscles clenched tight, the string of her thong hugging her crack. I wanted to run my tongue along it, lick her hole, and then further down towards her pussy.
Then I asked her to push herself up on her elbows, look over her shoulder at me, lick her luscious lips, and pout.
“That’s great Bronny. You look fantastic,” I gushed. “Wait until you see these shots, you look good enough for some of those magazines.”
“I didn’t realize how much fun it would be. I don’t know why models are always complaining. This is easy. I love it,” she said enthusiastically.
“How about slipping off the bra?” I suggested. “With you looking over your shoulder like that it would be great to catch glimpses of your breasts between your elbow and waist.”
“Cool,” she said. “This feels much better.”
Lying there in only her G-string, she may as well have been naked. My fingers itched to touch her flesh, to caress and hold her. I flicked her hair back over her shoulder and gazed at her breast at the same time. My stomach did that little flip, you know when you see someone you really like, and it feels like there is something doing the lambada in there. I thought I heard the intake of her breath as I moved away and began snapping away.
“Now, how about kneeling on the bed. Open your legs a bit and lift up your hair, pretend you’re shaking it out. Yeah that’s fabulous.”
Her voluptuous breasts jutted forward as her arms held up her hair. They were beckoning me, wanting me to crush them into my face, to take a nipple and suck it into my mouth to roll my tongue over. I was getting more aroused by the second.
“Just stay like that,” I said. “I need to put some rouge on your nipple. They’ll look great in the photo.”
With shaking fingers, I held onto each breast as I colored in the areola. I’ve done this plenty of times and it never affected me like it was with her. I was breathing through flared nostrils, something I always did when I was turned on.
“Why don’t you just suck that nipple into your mouth,” she said coyly.
“What?” I said, thinking I’d only heard it in my imagination and that she hadn’t really said it out loud.
“Suck on it. It’ll redden and the nipple will harden. I don’t mind if you don’t,” she giggled.
Was she kidding me? I practically swooned as I rolled my tongue around it before putting it between my teeth and dragging it backwards. My hand massaged the other one on instinct.