[MF] Before Pictures: Part 2

Here is Part 2 of Nathan and Heather’s story. Enjoy and leave a comment with your thoughts!

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Nathan hurried to his office. He needed as much time as he could possibly get. His shorts were uncomfortably stretched across his fully erect cock. His balls ached, full and heavy. He hadn’t felt this aroused in a very long time. He needed to relieve some of the tension if he had any hope of remaining professional during this photo session. He needed to stroke his cock. He needed to get some relief. As he sat down at his desk, he could feel his cock throbbing with every pulse of his quickly beating heart. He closed his eyes and imagined Heather in her sheer yoga pants and bright pink sports bra bent over his desk. He slid his hand into his shorts, adjusting his cock as he grasped it firmly in his hand. He couldn’t remember the last time his cock was this swollen.

Heather walked over to the front desk to fill out her paperwork. But, it turned out there was nothing left for her to sign. Heather had a feeling that Nathan knew her paperwork was finished. She couldn’t help but wonder exactly what Nathan was doing in his office. She had to know. She had to see. Heather walked down the hallway in the direction the friendly woman at the front desk had pointed. She found his office, and, as quietly as she could, she cracked the door open and peered inside. Heather couldn’t see exactly what Nathan was doing, but she could tell her was enjoying himself as he sat at his desk with his back to the door. She noticed that both of his hands were in his lap. He let out soft moans as his right arm moved up and down rhythmically. She couldn’t see, but Heather knew that Nathan was stroking his cock under his desk. She smiled as she watched quietly. She wanted to know what his cock looked like. How long was it? How thick? How hard? She didn’t just want to know, she had to know.

She could feel her wetness soaking through her panties as she watched. She loved knowing that Nathan was so turned on by her that he couldn’t help but touch himself. She couldn’t resist her own urges, and slid a hand between her own legs to see just how wet she was. Her wetness hadn’t just soaked through her panties. She could feel it through the fabric of her yoga pants.

She needed to see more. She needed to be able to watch Nathan stroke his cock. She slowly opened the door more, tiptoeing into his office. She knew she had to stay completely quiet. If she made any noise, Nathan would notice her. She could see Nathan was completely absorbed in whatever fantasy was playing in his head. His eyes were still gently closed and a slight smile spread across his face. He was so engrossed that he didn’t notice as Heather tiptoed across his office and stood just behind him.

Heather felt a surge of disappointment as she looked down at Nathan’s lap. All she could see was his hand inside of his shorts. She couldn’t see what she really wanted. She couldn’t see his cock. She couldn’t tell how hard it was. How thick. How long. She watched as his hand continued to move up and down underneath his shorts. She felt the walls of her wet pussy contracting as she imagined his cock slowly stretching her. She took her hand and placed in between her own legs, sliding it gently back and forth across her slit at the exact pace Nathan stroked his cock.

Nathan picked up the pace, panting a little as he stroked faster. Heather watched closely, waiting for the exact moment where Nathan was just on the edge of orgasm. She didn’t want Nathan to cum, not yet. She wanted him to feel the pressure building. Just as Nathan breathed in sharply, Heather cleared her throat to announce her presence. She smiled, giggling slightly, as she saw him jump in his chair, fumbling to hide the fact that he was stroking his cock. “Oh, I didn’t mean to…interrupt.” she said coyly.

*”FUCK. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”* Those were the only words running through Nathan’s head as he was jarringly pulled from his fantasy. He fumbled with himself trying to hide the very obvious fact that he was jerking off under his desk. He’d been interrupted at the worst possible moment, just as he felt his balls tighten. Just as he was about to get the release he desperately needed. Just as he was about to orgasm. He quickly pulled his hand out of his shorts, securely tucking his cock into the waistband. He felt every single heartbeat in the tip of his throbbing cock as the pressure of the elastic waistband forced even more precum to leak out. He started to panic when he noticed his palm and fingers were coated in sticky precum. He tried to bring himself back to reality, to ignore his still racing pulse. To ignore the aching pressure in his balls. To ignore the fact that the woman he just imagined bent over his desk was standing right there. *Stay professional. Stay professional. Stay. Professional.* He smiled shyly as he wiped his hand on his shorts. He secretly hoped Heather would notice, but he had to at least pretend to be professional. In his best attempt at professionalism, he responded, “Umm. Interrupting…no, you aren’t interrupting at all. You wanted to take some ‘before photos’?”

“Yeah. So I can see my progress. And so you can see it too. I was thinking I should get photos in a few different poses.” Heather responded nonchalantly, not letting on to the fact that she knew exactly what Nathan had been doing. With a hint of flirtation, she added, “Will you be my photographer?”

“Oh. Wow. Yeah, I think I can do that. What kind of poses were you thinking?” Nathan couldn’t get the image of Heather bent over his desk out of his mind. Her perfect ass in the air, the straps of her thong visible through the sheer fabric of her yoga pants. *Stay professional. Stay professional. Stay. Professional.*

“Maybe we can start with something simple. Just a front, back, and side view” Heather said plainly.

Nathan began to wonder if he let his lust color the reality of the situation. Maybe this sexual tension was all in his head. Maybe she just wanted some basic photos. “Would you like me to use your phone or mine?” Nathan asked tentatively.

“Oh. My phone doesn’t have a very good camera. Maybe it would be better to use yours.” Heather remarked innocently.

“Oh. Umm…sure. We can use my phone.” He tried to hide his excitement. Whatever ‘before photos’ they were going to take, he wanted to have them when he got home tonight. As Nathan fumbled to find his phone, Heather walked to the middle of the room. She slid her hand into her sports bra, adjusting her breasts. She wanted the pictures to be perfect.

Nathan held his phone up, “Ready? 3…2…1….”

Heather stood tall, shoulders back. Once she heard the shutter click on his phone, she feigned nervousness. She smiled and bit her lip as she asked “How does it look…”

Nathan walked over to her and showed her the photo. “Oh no!!! That’s all wrong…” she pouted. Nathan looked at her, a little confused. From what he could tell that photo was amazing. Her breasts pressed together by her tight sports bra, almost spilling out. The waistband of her yoga pants stretched across her flat stomach. His mind began to wander, yet again. *Stay professional. Stay professional. Stay. Professional.*

Heather walked back to the center of the room. She made direct eye contact with Nathan, crossed her arms underneath her huge breasts as she grabbed the sides of her sports bra. In one swift motion, she pulled her bright pink sports bra over her head and tossed it on the floor. It landed just at Nathan’s feet. “You can barely see my body in that photo. We really need to be able to see the progress.”

Nathan’s jaw dropped as he saw just how enormous Heather’s breasts were. The sports bra hid their fullness. Now that they were fully exposed, he could see them, full and round. Unimaginably large and undeniably real. Her nipples visibly hard. Was it from the cold air or was she aroused too? All he could think about was his thick cock, slippery from a mix of slobber and precum, completely enveloped by her breasts as he fucked her titties. He could feel the elastic of his waistband squeezing precum from his throbbing cock. He couldn’t let his imagination run wild, not now. *Stay professional. Stay professional. Stay. Professional.* It took every ounce of concentration Nathan had to focus on the task at hand. He held up his phone and tried to steady it in his trembling hands as he counted: “3…2…1…”

Click. The shutter sounded again. Heather walked over and stood next to Nathan, her enormous breasts swayed with each step. Her hard nipples just inches away from his shoulder as she leaned in to see the photo. “I’m not sure…what do you think?” She asked Nathan with feigned nervousness.

“I think…uh…” The only words that came to Nathan’s mind were “HOLY FUCK!” *Stay professional. Stay professional. Stay. Professional.* “…I think that will be a great reference for when I take your ‘after photos’.”

“I agree.” Heather said cheerily. “Now for a view from the back? I want to really get an idea of what my butt looks like. It is one of my ‘problem areas’ after all.”

She walked back to the center of the room. Nathan watched her perfect ass jiggle slightly with each step. Firm, yet bouncy. As far as he could tell, her ass was not a problem area at all. Nathan steadied his trembling hand as he tapped the screen to focus on Heather’s ass. “Alright. 3…2…1…”

Click. Heather giggled and hurried over to Nathan. She leaned in closer this time. Her breasts resting against him. “Oh no! It’s all wrong!!!” she exclaimed.

For the life of him, Nathan could not figure out what could possibly be wrong with this photo. His cock told him everything was perfect. His balls were so full they ached. His cock so hard it almost hurt. The tip was so sensitive as it was compressed by the elastic of his waistband.

Heather walked back to the center of the room. Smiling seductively, staring straight at Nathan she said, “You can barely even see my ass in that photo!” She turned, her back to Nathan. A hand on each hip, she swayed side to side. Her thumbs slid underneath the elastic waistband of her tight yoga pants, pulling them down slightly to reveal a hint of red lace. The tiny bit of resolve Nathan had to stay professional melted away as Heather shimmied out of her skin tight yoga pants. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Her toned, yet curvy body was more than he could have ever imagined. Nathan’s primal urges took control of his body, and, without even realizing it, he put his hand on his cock and began to stroke himself.

Heather looked over her shoulder, smiled seductively and asked, “Well…are you going to take the pictures or what?”

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