I’d been friends with Molly for a couple of years at least, mainly because our desks were situated close to each other at work. We got along very well, but that was it really. Despite my finding her incredibly attractive, she never really showed any interest in me, so we stayed “just friends”.
Once we’d gotten to know each other about as well as platonic friends can, we started to discuss ourselves in a little more intimate detail. It was nothing more than exciting conversations really—a little fun between us as we shared experiences and fantasies, never in too much detail, but enough to make us feel like we were confiding in each other and allowing “friendship” to become a little closer. I guess my hopes of furthering my relationship with Molly were revived at that time, but she still never really gave me any impression that she was interested in that .
One day, I idly mentioned that it was a fantasy of mine to take nude photographs of a woman. We’d been discussing my hobbies and I just kind of mentioned it. Molly was equally dismissive at first, and then she casually mentioned that she’d like to be photographed nude one day. However casual her comment was, there was no way I could ignore it. Just the thought of taking pictures of Molly’s wonderful body had me twitching in my pants and offering all too eagerly to oblige her.
I thought at first I’d been too eager with my offer as she laughed and shook her bushy hair in a playful no, but I also saw her mind turning over the possibilities… and then her eyes lit up in a way I’d never noticed before. I came to know that look so well in the next few days… her knowing look of impish fun and control.
“Hell, why not?” She looked back at me and smiled. “It’s harmless, just some naked pictures. You better be professional though. I want you to do a good job for me, if I’m prepared to strip off for you. And no trying to take advantage of your model… I’ve heard what you photographers can be like.”
I was ready to do a good job for her, no matter what that job entailed.
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We agreed to do the shoot at my house, mainly because Molly thought her apartment was a little small, and that we would do it the following Friday evening. From then on I spent hours imagining what she would look like naked and I was constantly hard in anticipation of seeing her.
In the meantime, we discussed the details of our plan, how she would come around when she had been home, showered, and dressed, how she would be happy to pose any way I directed her, to get the best out of our first ever nude photo shoot. I planned how I would get her to pose, how to strip her clothes for the best effect and, though she didn’t know this, how I would long for her to ask me to join her in a few pictures.
I couldn’t eat that night. Anticipation tied my insides up as I tried hard to keep my imagination in check and my erection somewhat discrete in my jeans. The clock slowly rolled around towards eight and I paced up and down waiting for Molly.
“Well, are you ready?” She smiled when I answered the door at five minutes to eight.
I stared far too long at her black boots, tiny denim skirt, silky pink shirt, busy brown hair and wonderfully full chest, but as soon as I locked onto her distracting hazel eyes she finally motioned for me to unblock the doorway. “I’m ready. Let’s do this before I lose my nerve.” She bustled in, giving me the distinct impression that she was covering her nervousness with bravado.
I would’ve followed that perfect round and inviting ass to the ends of the world, but I only had to follow her as far as my lounge. Once there, she slipped out of her coat, draped it over a dining chair, and stood by the sofa. “Is this outfit okay, you think?” I nodded, still a little lost for words at the prospect of photographing her in all her considerable glory. Her face softened a little more, her eyes smiled, and I glimpsed her teeth through the silken sheen of her subtle red lipstick.
I offered her a drink while I positioned my camera and tripod but she dismissed the notion with a twitch from the corner of her mouth and a quick, “I’m fine.” She examined her fingernails, playing with each finger in turn, and I imagined those hands around me, easing me towards release. I wondered just how much of this torture I could take.
When it was time for the camera’s shutter to start firing, she stood beside the sofa for the first few shots, smiling at the lens, inclining her head and almost beckoning the camera to come closer. Then she pushed at the back of her hair, mussed it a little more and gave me a very hot look when I asked her to sit on the sofa.
She did and while I bent down to adjust the tripod she opened her legs and let me glimpse up her skirt. Nirvana was a wonderfully white g-string that, even in the shadows, showed off the contours of her pussy lips. I managed to snap that pose before she closed them again.
I instructed her to start slipping her shirt off, slowly, shoulders first. She unbuttoned, pulled down, and smoldered at the lens until a white silk bra was all she had on above the waist. I was taking pictures every few seconds, capturing every delicious moment. Still with the bra on, she held each breast in turn, then both, pushing upwards to maximize her cleavage and the camera approved.
Other than the timid directions I gave her, we didn’t talk much during the whole shoot, but I was almost incapable of words when she unclipped her bra and let it fall on the sofa. I’m sure I saw her smile directly at the bulge in my pants as she alternately tweaked her left and right nipples, holding up the left one for special attention. They were lovely, a little larger than I had imagined, nicely proportioned and already looking very excited, nipples perky and hard.
I took some more pictures as she seductively pulled off her boots one by one and then turned around so I got the best view of her ass as the skirt fell away from her hips. By now I was harder than I’d ever known, straining in my jeans and throbbing at the images playing out in front of me. That familiar smile of Molly’s was back as she hooked her thumbs into the sides of her panties and inched them down. Again she turned away as her ass was bared, then she came back to face me and display a perfectly shaved pussy. This was beyond even my wildest dreams.
As she knelt on the sofa I asked her to touch herself. Obediently she placed one hand over her pussy and one hand cupping her breast. I had to reach down and adjust my hard on a little. I was struggling at lot with my excitement at that point. Molly noticed immediately. “Having a little trouble there?” she asked impishly.
I nodded. “Why don’t you take it out? Set it free. That’ll make you feel better, won’t it?” I nodded again, my imagination beginning to shut down as this reality put it to shame.
I reached down, unzipped my jeans and pulled out the largest hard on I’d ever owned. The head was red and engorged from all the recent action it had seen but the super-hard shaft thrust up and away from my jeans as though it had a nose for Molly’s pussy. I swear you could see it throb and twitch as she looked at it. “There, I’m sure that’s better.”
“Well, sort of.” I managed, knowing the only real solution was to blow me a wad of come as soon as possible.
“Right, back to work.” She kneeled away from me on all fours and offered the camera her pussy and ass for a close up. Next she turned around and used her fingers to pull her pussy lips apart—displaying a nice shade of pink that almost matched the shade of her fingernails. As I closed in for another close up I noticed that she was very moist indeed and the sweet smell of her love juice was beginning to invade the air wonderfully.
We were almost finished with our pre-arranged routine for the shoot, but I decided to ask for one final little treat that we’d not discussed. “Can you put a finger in for me? The middle one would be great.” Molly smiled again and slowly buried her finger inside herself, closing her eyes in pleasure as it went in all the way. I watched as her finger slipped in and imagined my cock following the same path. I couldn’t help but think that was exactly where we were heading.
I took the last few shots moving the camera and tripod around the sofa while Molly played with herself and my cock stood on the outside of my jeans to rigorous attention. As if I needed any more arousal, it was an incredible rush to know that she could look over and see just what was waiting for her. Once or twice I just had to reach down and give myself a little consoling tug. Surely it wouldn’t be long now before she invited me to join her.
For the final shot Molly looked at the camera, plunged her finger into her mouth, slowly withdrew it and finished up with a couple of licks. It was the perfect finish to the shoot and I couldn’t wait to see the outcome.
“Right, I’ll just download these to my computer and cut you a disc.” I tried to sound as normal as possible, but my hard on, still springing around outside my jeans, was now straining my vocal chords.
I made every pretense at being professional, sat down at the computer and began the download. I didn’t know what to expect but was betting on either Molly starting to put her clothes back on, or her coming over to take care of the excited state I was in. All she needed to do was ask, I would’ve taken care of her, too. She did ask, but not the question I was expecting.
“I’m pretty horny after that. Do you mind if I bring myself off?”
I guess I must’ve nodded or something, my tongue being as tied as it was, for she lay back on the sofa and began massaging herself, one hand on her boob, another gently stroking her clit. Then, without the responsibility and distractions of photographing the action, I was treated to the most wonderfully sexy show I’d ever seen.
As the images from the memory cards made their way onto my hard drive I watched as Molly closed her eyes and continued to excite herself. When she took the hand away from her boob and brought it down to insert a finger into her pussy I thought I was going to unload right there. Balls weren’t designed to take this sort of pressure.
As she pushed and pulled her middle finger in and out of her pussy she worked her clit with little circular motions and before long I heard a couple of small moans come from the part of her throat I wanted to examine with the head of my cock. I held my hard on tightly as she moaned some more and watched intently as she held her breath, increased her hand movements, tensed her whole body across the sofa and then let out a long sigh of relief. She opened her eyes, just to make sure I had watched every move.