Preamble.

Simon always went to the same coffee shop, every day of the working week, as he passed through the Mall on his way to the office. He liked his coffee in the morning, of course, but he was also quietly attracted to the Barista. She was a young and very attractive blonde girl, who now knew his regular order... a Cappuccino with an extra shot, and no chocolate sprinkles! And in a proper cup, not a take-away carton! He hated them.

They didn't even exchange words, really. Each day, he looked at her, she raised an elegant eyebrow, he nodded, she smiled and turned to the coffee machine. But he enjoyed standing behind her at the bar, admiring her shapely body as she created his drink, and he was tempted to think she gave an extra wiggle of her tight ass when she knew he was watching... he liked to think so, anyway.

She moved her body very well, as she was exposed to his view for those few minutes, and always gave him a great, flashing smile when she delivered his coffee; her blue eyes seemed to welcome him right into her mind. He knew it was standard practice, but he also rather liked the 'heart' design she created in the milk froth on the surface of his coffee.

'Oh well,' he thought, 'it does no harm to let the imagination run loose'. He was a quiet and reserved man who largely kept himself to himself, and had no current partner. His work was all-consuming, and he needed his weekends simply to recover.

The Saturday Morning.

Simon was very annoyed, but he had to turn up at the office one weekend, to complete a special project for his boss. He made a point of dressing casually, rather than in his business suit, and strolled towards the office equally casually.

In the Mall, he thought he would have his usual weekday coffee, but was disappointed to find that his favourite Barista- he knew her name was Lucy, from the badge on her blouse- was not there. Instead, he was served by a young man, and had to detail his regular order in full. This only added to his irritation about the day.

He sat with his coffee, to read his book, and switched off his surroundings completely, until he heard the other chair at his table move. He looked up with a frown and was surprised to see Lucy settling at his table. She was dressed casually, but very smartly, and was clearly 'off-duty', but gave him her usual flashing smile, saying “I don't usually see you here at the weekend.”

He was a little taken aback, but recovered himself sufficiently to say, “No... no, I don't ever come here at weekends! This is an unusual day for me. It's Lucy, isn't it? I've noticed your name badge when you serve me... almost every day.”

Lucy smiled again. “I'm glad you recognise me on this side of the counter,” she said, “and in my normal clothes. When I'm at work, I sometimes think I'm invisible to my customers, but you always have a friendly smile.”

He took in her appearance in a flash. She was dressed very smartly, in a figure-hugging silk top, slightly unbuttoned, and tight skirt to the knee, with a small slit up one side. She showed the swell of her breasts in the tight top, and he couldn't help but notice the prominent nipples standing proud, moving slightly as she turned her body. He dragged his eyes away, to meet hers, but she had already noticed his attention.

“Do you like what you see?” she said.

“Oh, I'm so sorry,” stuttered Simon, “I didn't mean to be so rude! Its just that I mainly see you from behind while you make my coffee!”

“You have the advantage over me,” she said, “I wear a name badge, but I don't think you've ever told me your name.”

Simon felt quite flustered now. “I'm Simon,” he said quietly, “and I'm pleased to meet you. I'm not usually here on a Saturday, but I had to come to the office specially today.”

“That's a pity,” said Lucy, “I was hoping we could at least chat here for a while, but if you have to get to the office...”

“There's no rush!” said Simon, “I'd love to talk. Why are you here today?”

Lucy sighed and just said, “Nothing better to do, Simon. I spend all my time here, standing on my feet, making coffee after coffee, with my back to people, who don't even acknowledge me. I might as well be a coffee machine!”

Simon said, “I always admire you, Lucy; I stand and watch you sway as you make my coffee, and I love your smile when you serve me, with your flashing blue eyes!”

“It's nice to know someone appreciates me Simon. And you even registered the colour of my eyes! Extra marks for that!” smiled Lucy. “I had noticed that yours are a soft brown; and you have very gentle eyes. They seem to roam, and I can almost feel your eyes moving over me, exploring and noting every detail. When you focus, you have a very penetrating stare... not harsh, but registering every detail.”

“I'm sorry,” said Simon, blushing slightly, “I know I stared at you... erm, inappropriately! But I couldn't resist, and I did apologise!”

“Don't worry,” laughed Lucy, “its not unusual, and to be honest, I find it flattering. Like I said, I spend most of the week unnoticed, like the 'Invisible Woman', so its nice to get some attention when I'm off duty. And especially from a handsome and observant man, who I see every day! And whose name I now know!”

Simon was relieved that he had not offended her, and asked what plans she had for the day.

Lucy grimaced, “None, really,” she said, “ I spend so much time on my feet, I just lie back and rest when I get a rare day off, but do I need to get out of the flat. I am so bored and frustrated on my own there. I just drifted here, like I do every working day, but it is nice to be sitting down while someone else serves the coffee! And its nice to be talking to you, too.”

Simon gathered his nerve and said, “I do have to go into work, like I said, but would you like to have some lunch near here later? No problem if you don't want to, but I'd love to chat more. Meeting you has made coming in to work more bearable today!”

Lucy said, “I don't often get a Saturday off. I'd like to make the most of it, Simon, so -yes- let's have lunch! Could you do something else for me, please? I would like a record of today... I could take a selfie, of course, but my arms aren't long enough to get everything in! Could you possibly take a nice pic of me with my phone, just sitting here?”

She posed for him simply at first, but then seemed to become energised, and pouted more provocatively, played with her long blonde curls, and even ran her hands over her body. She did not seem too inhibited by their public situation; in fact, it seemed to arouse her even more, when her eyes flickered around the cafe.

Simon was delighted... he was a keen amateur photographer, and composed several beautiful shots of Lucy, looking serious, looking wistful, and looking very, very sexy. When he returned the phone to her, she was delighted with them too, and asked if he would like copies. Of course, he did, so she took his number and sent them to him.

So now he had her number, and she his. They agreed to meet again in a few hours at the very same spot, but to message if anything went wrong with their plans. Simon suggested a simple restaurant nearby; nothing flashy, but he knew they produced decent food, and it would be a quiet venue even on a Saturday, so they could talk in peace.

The Afternoon.

Simon tried to work, but his mind kept going back to Lucy, and her response to having him photograph her. He had been a keen amateur photographer and did not really like the use of smartphone cameras; to him, they took all the skill and artistry out of photography. However, he had to admit that the pics he had taken of Lucy were extraordinarily good! The quality of smartphone cameras was improving all the time.

He decided that it was really nothing to do with the camera, nor even with his artistic eye! It was all about Lucy's reaction to being photographed. She had seemed to come alive with sexuality when he focused the camera on her, and basked in the glory of being watched so closely. Her response had aroused him too, though he thought he had successfully hidden that fact.

When they met for lunch, he asked her whether she had ever been photographed professionally. She laughed and said, “Of course not, Simon! I've heard that pick-up line before, but I've never fallen for it.”

Simon was a bit embarrassed, and insisted that he wasn't trying it on with her, but he thought she had really come to life in front of the camera. They both looked at the pics he had taken, and she had to agree that she had somewhat lost her inhibitions in such a public place.

“They are extremely good pics of me,” she said, “but I think it is your eye that makes them... the composition, the focus, the angles you took. I think you made me look good.”

Simon took his chance and said, “I would love to take more of you, Lucy, if you'd allow that.”

“Hmm,” she muttered, “What would you do with them?”

“If you want, you can keep them all to yourself, Lucy,” said Simon, “but they will be a permanent record of how beautiful, and how sexy, you can be. You don't even need to let me keep copies, if I use your phone to take them... they will be entirely in your hands.”

Lucy said she would think about it, and they agreed to meet up again at the coffee shop after his afternoon's work. She gave Simon a chaste kiss as they parted.

The Early Evening.

Simon's mind was racing as he finished work and headed back to the coffee shop.

From a distance, he could see Lucy sitting waiting for him, her long blonde hair trailing down her back in curls. She really was beautiful and he felt quite entranced.

She was daydreaming, it seemed, and was startled when he sat beside her, and asked what she was thinking. It took a moment for her to compose herself and answer.

“Well, honestly, Simon,” she said, “I was wondering if you would take some more pics of me, but I need to be sure you will be discreet, if I get carried away. You are right, I think, that I do get carried away... transported, in front of a camera lens. I have been thinking back during the afternoon, and I feel it has always been true.”

She smiled so sweetly at him while she said this that he felt himself go weak.

“Well,” said Simon, “like I suggested, I could use your own phone so you have complete control, and you can share only those you want to. I won't copy them, without your consent.”

“That sounds fine,” she said, “but I think it may be the sharing that turns me on! When you took those pics here at lunchtime, it was being in public that made me excited, and as you took more and more, I felt compelled to act more and more outrageously! If you hadn't stopped, I could well have ended up dancing naked on the table!”

Simon laughed and said how much he would have enjoyed that, but perhaps it wasn't the best idea, if she wanted to come back into work on Monday!

They both giggled over their coffees and imagined what might have been.

Then, as they talked, it seemed that they both wanted that to happen... or something like it anyway. Lucy said she had no naked pics of herself, and it would be interesting to see herself as others do. None of her previous partners had ever suggested it, and she had been alone now for over a year.

Simon joked that he didn't have any either, and Lucy's eyes lit up! “Now, there's a thing!” she said, “Perhaps I could return the favour? If we photographed each other, we'd really have something to share!”

“Well, maybe,” said Simon, “but I don't think here and now would be a good idea. If you want to come back to my flat later, that would be different!” He was half joking, but Lucy immediately took him up on the idea, and there seemed no way he could back out. Did he even want to?

So their conversation turned to saucy photography. They discussed the differences between erotica and pornography, between beauty and beastliness, between love and lust. On the whole, they agreed about their borderlines, though there were always some grey areas, they admitted.

Simon found it a little more difficult to think of male 'beauty' than Lucy did, but acknowledged that it was accepted in art through the ages. Before photography, there was sculpture and drawing and painting, and they both agreed that naked marble statues of either sex were particularly evocative of 'beauty'. So smooth and tactile!

Lucy offered Simon her phone again, and he began to take pics as before. He stood and moved around her, looking down at her seated at the table, and then crouching to look up at her.

When he looked down at her, she leaned forward to expose the swell of her breasts in her gaping blouse, and squeezed her arms around herself, to emphasise her cleavage. She was certainly a natural tease to the camera lens.

When he crouched, she extended her long, shapely legs, then crossed them, hitching her short skirt higher. She was enjoying his attention, but began to attract attention from some other customers too, so Simon thought it best to break off and sit with her to show her the pics he'd taken so far.

She flicked slowly through them, and he noticed her breathing becoming deeper and more rapid as she did so, her fingers strayed to her hair, to her mouth, then down to her knees, stroking up her thighs. She was clearly becoming aroused by seeing her own performance on camera.

One pic caught her attention, and she zoomed in to look closely at her cleavage, her swelling breasts, and her erect nipples, then down to her elegant thighs disappearing beneath her raised hemline. She laid the phone flat on the table, and stared at this image of herself.

She began to rock slightly, back and forth, and her head nodded up and down. Then she suddenly leaned forward, resting her forearms on the table, and Simon watched her body quiver with excitement. It seemed that she had reached some sort of climax.

As it slowly faded, she looked at him and said, “That was extraordinary, Simon. I felt myself getting more and more excited as I looked at your pics of me, and realised just how sexy I am... how sexily I posed... how sexily I had behaved! I suppressed an orgasm that was building up in me, but a little climax had to escape! It has eased the pressure for now, but I really need something, someone, to fill the hollow void I feel inside. I need it to be filled very soon, Simon!”

Simon was a little taken aback, but Lucy was unstoppable now; she needed to fulfil her orgasmic needs urgently.

“My flat is only around the corner, Simon,” she gasped, “can you come back with me right now? I need you to fuck me.”

The Later Evening.

She took his hand and stood pulling him along behind her through the Mall, into the local streets. Very soon, they reached a doorway where she fumbled with her keys, but quickly opened it and dragged him inside. As soon as the door closed behind them, she turned on him, ripping his shirt open and struggling with his belt. She was already breathing heavily, and led Simon to her bedroom, throwing her own clothes aside and her body down onto the bed.

Simon stood at the end of the bed, admiring the beautiful woman spread-eagled below him, begging him to fuck her. Her long blonde curls were spread on the pillow, and her breasts shook with passion, while her shaven pussy lips dripped honey. Her piercing blue eyes were focused on the bulge of his jeans, while he unbuttoned and dropped them to the floor,

She gasped and shuddered when she saw the head of his cock emerging above the waistband of his briefs, then again when he removed them to reveal his hard cock pointing to the ceiling. She could not resist reaching forward to grasp him with both hands and pull him down onto her.

“Fuck me, Simon, fuck me now, I need you inside me!” she shouted.

He fell on top of her and she guided his cock to her pussy, quickly locating the head in the opening of her cunt. “O my God! You are so big!” she squealed, as he very slowly forced himself inside her, stretching her wide open, until he was buried to the hilt inside her, with the throbbing head of his cock nuzzling against her cervix.

He stopped there, but Lucy rocked and rolled her hips beneath him, luxuriating in the feeling of being so full... like never before, she thought. Her orgasm was already building and building, as she angled her hips to feel him probe everywhere inside her, and rocked back and forth. She found her perfect position and squealed with delight as Simon began to thrust slowly, deliberately and deeply in and out of her.

“Fuck me, Simon,” she shouted again, “Fuck me so hard, so fast, so deep! I want you to fuck me until I can't speak!”

So Simon began to thrust steadily in and out of her, but it was only a matter of a couple of minutes, before Lucy screamed and shook bodily, wrapping her arms and legs around him like a limpet. He felt the warm flood of her cumming, soaking the bed, and shuddering beneath him, her cunt convulsing around him, trying to suck his cum from him. Her orgasm continued for some time, while Simon remained still, deeply buried inside her, but he had not yet cum.

Lucy was so sensitive that every movement was a delicious agony, and she tried to hold Simon completely still. He understood, and waited for her orgasm to pass.

When she relaxed a little, she felt him slowly, agonisingly, withdraw his still-hard cock, and roll aside. She wriggled down the bed a little, and said, “I'm so sorry, Simon, I just couldn't wait for you! It was so delicious to have your cock fill me so completely. Can I bring you to a climax now? I'd love to play with that cock until you do... I haven't been with anyone for over a year now, so this is a very special occasion for me. I've only ever seen four men in real life- I mean not including porn- and you are by far bigger than anyone I've had before. Please lie back and let me pleasure you.”

Simon needed no further asking, of course! He laid there on his back, Lucy alongside him, while she stroked his thighs and belly. She held his cock vertically and wrapped one hand tightly above the head, to force her fist down around it, immediately followed by the other hand, and then the first again. Alternating hands always tight, always running down from the head to the base, again and again and again.

He tried to resist, but when he looked at her beautiful face, breathing steadily through wet open lips, and her blue eyes focused entirely on his cock, he knew he would cum soon. He closed his eyes to resist, but it was no good; his time had come, and so would he.

Lucy felt the urgency in his hips as he began to thrust upwards between her hands, again and again. Then he stopped still, pressed fully through her hands, and she squeezed tight around the base. She squealed as she saw the first pulse of white cum shoot skywards, and arc over his body to land in the middle of his chest; it was quickly followed by a second, a third and a fourth spurt before they subsided and cum flowed from his cock to smother her hand and drip downwards.

When the first spurt shot upwards, Lucy felt a resurgence of her own orgasm, and her own body reacted, with tremors flowing through her, to the very tips of her toes.

As they both calmed, she fell back alongside him, and idly spread his cum over his chest, then gathered some to spread over her own pussy.

“Simon, thank you so much!” she said, “You took me right to the edge in the cafe, and I just had to have you quickly. Its lucky my flat was so close, or we could have ended up fucking in the street!”

They showered together, and sat to discuss what had happened.

They agreed that it had all been provoked by Lucy's response to being photographed.

It had aroused her intensely, and they weren't sure whether it was simply seeing herself though Simon's eyes in that way, or whether there was an element of exhibitionist excitement too, enhanced by the sense of danger of being observed by strangers.

Neither of them could answer that fully, but they thought they could experiment to test her responses.

Simon felt that the best trial would be to take private pics, and view them together, to see how they responded; later, perhaps, they could add danger of discovery in public, to see if that enhanced their excitement.

Lucy reminded him that he had agreed to let her photograph him too. Now that she had seen him naked, she was even more keen to make that a condition of their photo-session!

They lay naked in Lucy's bed together, and cuddled softly as they dozed off.

Sunday Morning.

Waking in the morning, Simon's firm erection was pronounced, and Lucy was tempted to take advantage immediately, but he restrained her, saying “We have a photo session to complete, Lucy!”

He said they should both study each other and think about their photographic aims.

He pulled back the sheet which was Lucy's only covering, and studied her body.

She was slim, and lithe, but with ample breasts topped by soft brown areolae with a firm, slightly darker nipple. Her body was quite sun-tanned, apart from three triangles of paler skin, emphasising her proud nipples. Her pale mound was smooth, with a strip of dark blonde hair pointing down to her tightly furled pussy lips, tucked back between her thighs.

“You keep yourself very fit!” said Simon, “and obviously enjoy the sun!”

“Yes,” replied Lucy. “ I jog and practice yoga... it fills almost all of my spare time and I get out in the sun whenever I can. I don't earn much at the coffee shop, and I spend most of it on special treats for myself. I will show you some of them!”

Simon wondered what she meant, but was distracted by the sway of her small tight ass as she got out of bed and moved to her wardrobe.

Opening the doors wide, she said, “I think I must be a bit of an exhibitionist, you know, its just that I don't have anyone to show off to, and I daren't be too... brazen... in public.”

Simon had already formed that opinion of her, but wondered what she was referring to, until she opened the wardrobe and drawers, to display a vast collection of lingerie.

She turned to face him and said, “This is all just for me to see myself in the mirror, and tell myself I'm beautiful! Its just that I can't resist the sensual feel of silk and satin on my skin; it is very arousing to me when my nipples move inside a silk blouse, and my hands caress my stockinged thighs. Silk panties against naked pussy lips is a secret pleasure, even when I'm at work.”

Simon groaned, “You mean, when I watch you making my coffee, and you wiggle your ass inside your tight jeans, you are really enjoying the feel of silk on skin?”

“Oh, yes,” said Lucy, “and if I know you're watching me, it is even more exciting, but I don't show it. It is all bottled up inside me. Until I get home in private, that is!”

Simon was in awe of her clothes collection. She clearly spent all her spare cash on expensive lingerie and couture; he thought it was so sad that no-one but her ever saw it! He began to understand that she used them to perform to herself on front of the mirror until she was aroused enough to bring herself to orgasm, but they rarely, if ever, were seen by anyone else.

“I think I see why you find pics of yourself so arousing, Lucy!” said Simon. “I will be your mirror if you want to show off in front of me, and then there will be a permanent record for you to browse over anytime.”

Lucy agreed with Simon's diagnosis, and his recommended treatment, but reminded him that he had also agreed to pose naked for her! She thought he was less keen to do so than she was, but she insisted that was part of the deal.

“I think you don't realise how beautiful you look, Simon,” she said, “perhaps a few pics will convince you. I already have some images of you burned in my memory, from last night, and a record I could look at whenever I wanted would be very exciting to me!”

Lucy insisted that she would start the session by photographing Simon. She had several images in mind already, and wanted to take advantage of the morning erection which still stood proudly before him. It had probably been enhanced by their discussions since they got out of bed, and she had found it difficult to avert her eyes sometimes. She already felt some preparatory moistening in her pussy, and that increased as she picked up her phone and began to tell Simon what she wanted.

The Photo Session.

“So,” she said, “I'm not used to 'directing', Simon. You are so big and hard already, its difficult to ignore your cock! But can I take a shot of you from behind, first, as though you've just got out of the shower. You have such a nice, tight ass!”

Simon complied, showing off his own suntan, and Lucy knelt to get the best angle. Then she asked him to turn, and gulped as his cock came into view.

“Last night,” she said, “when you first dropped your jeans, my first view of your cock was of it straining to escape your briefs. It was a beautiful sight, and I'd love to have a record of that!”

So Simon put his briefs back on, gingerly stretching them over his throbbing cock, which rose above the elastic waistband by... inches. Lucy knelt again and focused on him as she had first seen him, to take her photo – in fact, several.

Lucy was trembling as she said, “Now, Simon, can you remove them to show your cock in all its glory! That's it! Now can you wrap both hands around it? Oh my God, that is beautiful...” The camera kept clicking and clicking.

Simon sat down and leant back, while Lucy knelt in front of him. “Wow,” she said, “just push your cock forward a little, to stand out from your body. That's it- perfect! Now let me get a real close up... I want all the details of your swollen head and the pulsing veins. Beautiful!” she exclaimed.

Lucy was clearly enjoying her directorial debut, but Simon was feeling the strain of being the focus of her attention; his cock felt bigger and harder than ever before, and pre-cum was flowing from the tip.

“Its no good, Lucy, I can't wait any longer,” he said, and gripped the shaft of his cock tight, thrusting through his hand time and again. He was preoccupied, of course, but he did notice that Lucy had discovered the video record setting, and the red light of the camera shone brightly, bathing his cock and hand in red light.

She was breathing very hard now, trying to hold the camera still, while one hand delved deep between her own thighs, moving in concert with Simon's.

It was not long before Simon shouted out and his cum shot high into the air, while Lucy's squeals followed. She dropped the camera, and squatted, trembling on the floor at his feet, gasping for breath.

“God, that was spectacular, Simon,” she said. “I've never seen anything so erotic in my life!”

Simon slumped back in the seat to recover. It was the first time he had ever masturbated to an audience, and his first 'porn movie', he thought. He grinned at Lucy as he recovered, and said he needed a quick shower, before he took control of the camera.

Lucy immediately said she would join him, to freshen up before she became the subject of the camera.

It was a sensual shower, soaping and stroking each other clean again, then softly patting each other dry with the towels. Simon wrapped one around his waist, but Lucy wanted to 'dress up' for her photo shoot, and she disappeared to search her wardrobe.

Simon returned to the bedroom and picked up Lucy's phone. He prepared to photograph her, but tried to avoid seeing her pics of him; he felt a little embarrassed, quite honestly. He didn't mind Lucy seeing him, of course, but he felt a little disturbed that anyone might see them. He had asked for his face to be hidden, and trusted that Lucy had done that, at least.

His approach was going to be rather different to Lucy's. Simon had needed Lucy to 'direct' him because he was not a natural performer, but he thought that Lucy was. He just wanted her to move and pose however she wished, while he took candid shots, just as he had done at the Coffee Shop. Her natural exhibitionism would come to the fore, and he simply had to record it.

Lucy entered the bedroom with a flourish and twirled around in front of him, dressed in an extraordinary array of silks and satins. She gradually shed them as she danced, and Simon very happily recorded the gradual revelation of her body. It was a natural and spontaneous striptease, with plenty of tease. She seemed to enjoy feeling his eyes on her, watching every move.

It did not take long for her to get down to the essentials.

She stood before him with her stockinged legs spread wide, and only a long silk shirt covering her silk panties. She had decided not to dress up in anything too complicated, for this occasion, so that ruled out her basques and suspenders, her laced corsets, and her tightly-zipped sheath dresses. She wanted to undress easily, and sexily, peeling layers away one by one. She did opt for silk stockings, but hold-ups, and she did wear shoes she could easily kick off, rather than the high heels she loved so much.

Now she stood before Simon, fixing his gaze through the camera, and rocked her hips dramatically, slowly, from side to side, while she undid each button of her shirt, to reveal a half-cup bra of turquoise and black silk, which she was close to spilling out of. She squeezed her arms together to emphasise her cleavage, then slipped one bra-strap from her shoulder,,, then the other. Her breasts and bra cups were supported only by her crossed arms, until she dramatically removed them.

Simon was clicking frantically on the camera, but had to gasp when she finally revealed her beautiful breasts, and swayed them from side to side in front of him. He was almost hypnotized!

She put one foot up on the bed, slowly rolling her stocking down until her breasts hung either side of her leg, and she could pull it from her foot. She repeated this with her other stockinged leg, clearly revelling in the tactile pleasure it gave her as well as the visual pleasure it gave Simon.

Now she stood naked except for a small pair of red silk panties. She moved gently from side to side, rocking her hips and swaying her breasts, watching Simon's eyes shine, and hearing the camera click. She was thoroughly enjoying his attention, and noted that his cock was again at full attention.

She took hold of the red ribbon bow at each hip and gently pulled to release the triangle of red silk. It had become slightly damp from her arousal, and she had to spread her legs to allow it to fall to the floor, revealing her blonde strip of hair darkened with her moisture.

She turned away from Simon, to allow him to focus the camera on her beautiful tight ass and bent forwards to look over her shoulder at him. The implicit offer to fuck her from behind almost overwhelmed Simon, and at last he had to set the phone aside.

As he rose from his seat, she turned back to face him, and they hugged tightly, his hard cock pressing against her belly.

“Was that alright, Simon?” she said. “Did you get what you wanted? It certainly feels like you did!”

“That was just sensational, Lucy,” said Simon. “You are a natural in front of a camera, just as I thought. You just glow with sexuality, and you move so naturally- it is phenomenal! You will see for yourself later, when you look at the pics. I don't know whether you will recognise yourself!”

Lucy sat naked on the side of the bed, and looked up at Simon's face, beyond the cock which was trying to obscure her view. “I found that SO arousing, Simon!” she said, “I haven't felt so ready to be fucked since... since... since last night!”

Simon laughed.

“You may be ready and willing, Lucy, but I want to treat you properly today! Lie back on the bed and let me please you with my tongue and fingers before I fuck you with my cock!”

Lucy happily did so. This was a treat she had rarely experienced, and she somehow thought that Simon would be more skilled than the few she had known before- it had usually been a cursory, token experience, which her partner hadn't seemed to enjoy, really, and certainly did not commit wholeheartedly to her pleasure.

Simon knelt between her thighs, stroking his long fingers slowly over the delicate skin up towards her pussy. Her inner thighs were already damp, and he licked each with his wet tongue, savouring her taste. As his mouth approached her dripping pussy lips, the aroma of her arousal was almost overwhelming, and strengthened his own arousal. His cock twitched urgently, almost demanding to enter her, but Simon focused on the beautiful fluttering pussy before his face.

Her pussy lips were usually tightly furled, packed between her thighs, but her arousal was so complete now that they had swelled and lengthened, the darker outer lips parting and allowing the pink inner folds to appear.

Simon gently parted her wet pink lips with his elegant long fingers, to reveal the darker purple depths of her cunt, welling with slick juice which lubricated his fingers.

He pressed his longest finger slowly inside her. Although she was extremely aroused, her cunt was very tight and gripped even his single finger. He circled it slowly and she relaxed a little, but jumped when he pressed a second finger into her, and gripped him tightly again.

He kept his two fingers still, deep inside her, and focused his and her attention on her firm red clit, which had emerged. It was small, but he thought that only meant that all of her senses were more concentrated, more focused, more intense.

That seemed to be true, because when he teased her clit with his tongue, she jumped and squealed, and he felt her cunt grip tighter on his fingers. When he pressed his whole mouth over her clit and sucked it between his lips, she convulsed and screamed.

With that diversion, he was able to curl his fingers up inside her and move them in and out, massaging her inner walls, and causing her to jolt occasionally. She felt like electric charges were flowing unpredictably in all directions through and around her pussy, sparking reactions inside her cunt, around her pussy lips and most of all in her throbbing, hard red clit.

She had almost doubled up now, wrapping her body around Simon's head, squeezing him with her thighs, pressing him against her with her hands. She became louder and louder in her screams and shrieks, until Simon became a little worried that her neighbours might think murder was being committed!

Suddenly, she flopped almost lifelessly back on the bed, all muscles softening except her grip on his fingers; her cunt spasmed around them as she came hard, and several times, it seemed.

Simon raised himself above her now. He knew she would be too sensitive to fuck straight away, and laid beside her to cuddle while her tremblings subsided. It took quite a while, and she reached alongside, to feel his hard, throbbing cock.

“Do you think you could fuck me gently, Simon?” she asked. “I loved what we did last night, but I think I am quite small and tight down there, and I was shocked when I saw your size. Its not the length, but the girth that worried me... but once you were inside me, it was such a wonderful feeling of being so full. I want to feel that again, but please be careful with me!”.

Simon raised himself on one elbow, and said, “Of course, Lucy. But you are well-prepared and ready, I think. Just roll over onto your knees and let me fuck you from behind. I promise you I will be careful, but that position will make you feel as full of cock as possible.”

Lucy groaned, but did as Simon asked, and took position on all fours in the centre of the bed. He knelt between her thighs and she felt the length of his hard cock slide easily up and down between the cheeks of her ass, lubricated by her own honey. Even when he squeezed her ass around himself, his cock slid easily up and down.

She groaned again when she felt him position the head of his cock between her dripping pussy lips, and locate the tip of the head in the entrance to her cunt. She felt herself flutter around him.

Simon leaned forwards and pressed her shoulders down to the bed, her head turned to one side, half-hidden by her blonde curls.

Lucy angled her hips, consciously trying to ease Simon's pathway inside her, and waited. So did Simon.

After a few moments of delicious anticipation, he edged himself steadily forward into her slick pussy.

Her tight pussy accepted him a little reluctantly, but he pressed on. Lucy uttered a series of short, sharp gasps as he progressed inside her, each inch seeming to provoke another gasp, until his body squeezed gently against her ass, and the crown of his cock pressed her cervix. He stopped when he was fully embedded, and leaned forward to whisper in Lucy's ear.

“That's as far as I can go, Lucy.” he whispered, “but I need you to push back against me when I start to fuck you. Put your hands between your knees now.”

Lucy did as she was asked, not entirely sure why. But Simon grasped her wrists and strongly pulled her arms back between her legs until they almost reached her ankles.

She was doubled up beneath him now, fully impaled on his cock, and almost unable to move at all.

As he slowly withdrew from her, she whimpered in anticipation of his thrusts to come, expecting a forceful fucking. But before he began, Simon manoeuvred his own knees outside Lucy's and squeezed her thighs together, while holding her wrists tight.

She felt the head of Simon's cock seeming even bigger in the entrance to her cunt, and began to fear his first thrust. Simon looked down, to see the full length awaiting entry into Lucy.

Suddenly he thrust hard inside her, and she squealed as she felt herself stretched wide. As his cock clashed inside her, his belly slapped hard against her wet ass, with a loud smack. Then again, and again, and again.

He paused a moment, for them both to rest, then began again. He looked down at his cock sliding smoothly in and out of her cunt, shining with her honey. Thinking of himself as a well-oiled steel piston pushing relentlessly in and out of her cylinder allowed him to feel detached for a minute or two.

He accelerated and Lucy began to moan, feeling the inevitable climax building up. Simon did too, and folded forward over her ass, only his hips undulating to push in and out of her, faster and faster.

At last, any further delay became impossible, and with several final, deep thrusts, Simon roared as his cum spurted inside Lucy, and she shook beneath him, revelling in the sensations flooding her body, spilling down her thighs, soaking her bed.

They collapsed together, face down, on her bed. After a few minutes, Simon rolled aside, and his cock slipped out with a gentle pop, followed by a flow of their combined juices.

They lay together until the evening, cuddling close in the afterglow of their exertions.

Then Simon snapped alert, and realised he had to go to work in the morning, as the new week began! He said to Lucy that he had to go back to his own flat, to change and prepare. After all, he was still in the same clothes he wore when he went to work on Saturday, and all this began! And the clothes he did have, as well as his body, just reeked of sex!

Lucy understood and said that she had to prepare too. Her shift at the Coffee Shop would begin long before Simon went to work.

“Perhaps we can meet up next weekend too?” said Simon, hopefully.

Lucy giggled and said, “I'd be surprised if we didn't! Of course, Simon, I hope we do. Perhaps we can think of other ways to explore what turns us on... apart from each other, I mean.”

“I'm sure we can,” said Simon, “but until next weekend, I will expect to see an extra little wiggle of your beautiful ass every morning, when you make my coffee for me.”

And so they parted happily, in the certain knowledge that they would meet up again.