Friends Photo Shoot [MF] [Slight Exhibitionism] [Steamy]

“Turn slightly, just… there.” he said, clicking the shutter button. My best friend was an amateur photographer, and we were always doing impromptu shoots when he’d see the light hit me just right.

I stood by the bay window as he snapped away.

“Try turning away from me and looking over your shoulder out the window. The way the light hits your skin is perfect.” I did as he asked.

The strap on my spaghetti slipped down my shoulder. Click!

“Ohh, that looks good,” he said, showing me the playback. It did look good.

“The light makes people’s skin look so good right there. See how the light falls off into blackness by the time it hits your other arm?” he asked. “It would be perfect to get a shot of someone who wasn’t wearing a shirt, standing with their back just like this. I’ll have to ask Daniel if he knows anyone.”

I nodded. Our friend worked at a modeling agency, and sometimes they supplied models for Jay’s shoots.

I don’t know why I did this, but before I could stop myself I heard myself say, “I’ll do it.”

Jay’s head snapped up. “Seriously?!”

I shrugged, trying to stay cool. “Sure. It’s no big deal.”

“Great!” he said, re-attaching the lens.

I turned away from him, suddenly feeling a little nervous. Before I could back out or make it weird, I lifted my top over my head. Jay turned away and busied himself with the camera.

I went and stood back at the window, facing away from him.

“Like this?” I asked, looking down at the glass.

“Yeah…” Jay said, snapping a picture half-heartedly. “Could you… did you wanna leave your bra on, or…?”

“Oh, right!” I said, laughing nervously. It was weird; Jay and I had been friends for so long. Normally everything was comfortable and easy. This was the first time anything felt a little… tense.

I stayed facing away from him. I reached back and unhooked my bra. I let it fall to the ground. My nipples instantly hardened, even though he couldn’t see them.

Jay started taking pictures again. “Pull your arm back, just… here,” he said, guiding my elbow. He took a few more pictures.

“Good, good. And your hair…” he said, starting to gather it to sweep it over my shoulder. His fingertips grazing my skin gave me goosebumps.

I helped move my hair over my shoulder, and then put my arms back down and turned a little. The jerking movements made my tits sway back and forth; could he see them from back there? Surely there was at least some side-boob.

The sound of the shutter seemed so loud.

“Could you, uh… would you be ok putting your arms up above your head?” he asked.

My heart was pounding. I raised my arms above my head and looked back down to the side. He was definitely seeing side-boob now.

He stood back, taking several more pictures. “Now just, uh… turn a little further…” I had butterflies in my stomach. I turned towards the window, giving him a full profile of my naked breast.

The shutter pulsed. I stood there with my arms over my head, feeling so exposed and so exhilarated. He paused and came back to put my hair back down over my back. I could feel his breath on my spine. He was breathing slowly, deeply. It sent tingles down my spine.

He finally backed up and took a few more snapshots. I glanced over my shoulder at him. His face was unreadable behind the camera.

There was a pause. And without stopping to think, I finally turned towards him.

He lowered the camera and stared at me, taking me in. He looked like he wasn’t sure if this was for the shoot or for him.

He came towards me, and looked down at my breasts, studying them. He silently put his hands on my waist, positioned me towards the light, brought the camera up, and took a closeup picture of my breasts.

I was breathing deeply, my chest rising and falling under his gaze. My boobs were aching.

He focused the lens and took a picture of just my nipple. He was so close I could feel his breath on my skin.

I watched him study my tits. He looked them over intently. I had never felt so exposed. It was intense.

He straightened his arm like he was going to take a selfie. Was he? He leaned down and kissed my nipple. Click. He took a picture of his lips on my nipple. Oh my gosh, that felt good. Click. Then he slowly licked my nipple. Click.

He took his shirt off and repeated the pictures, presumably to capture skin-on-skin. My heart was racing. He captured a few more close-ups, and then… he finally set down the camera.

He nuzzled his face to my chest, and pushed my tit up with his cheek. He felt so warm at my naked breast, and I had tingles radiating from it through my body. It was so tender, so steamy.

I cradled his face. He took turns kissing each tit- left, right, left, right, left, right- and then buried his face between them. I pushed my boobs forward, surrounding his head with them. I smeared his face with my tit till he lifted his head and lightly bit my nipple.

I arched my back. It felt incredible. I let out a little moan, breaking the silence that had been so deafening the last couple minutes. With both my hands on his face, he sucked on my nipple for a minute. Then he kissed a few inches above it. And then a few inches above that. He began kissing his way up my body. He kissed my collarbone, running his fingers over it. He kissed my neck. He kissed my jawbone, and we both knew what was next. He looked me in the eyes. It was the first time we’d made eye contact since this started. Had we both been waiting to do this all this time? Or was it just inevitable, being such good friends for so long?

His eyes dropped to my lips, and I knew there was no turning back. My friend kissed me on the lips, softly at first. It was so light and so soft. I had thought about what it would be like to kiss him before, but it was different than I expected. It was so much better.

He turned me against the window and pressed his body weight against me, pinning me against the window. His body felt so good pressed against mine. He was cupping and squeezing my breasts, pushing them up and against my body.

I suddenly realized I could feel his erection pressing against me. He was kissing me harder now, more passionately.

He picked me up, wrapping my legs around him. I ran my fingers through his hair, pulling him close. We continued kissing as he spun us around, finding his way to the couch. He found it and lowered me down on my back.

He laid on top of me as we kissed. The weight of his body on mine felt so good. We’d never been this close. He smelled good.

I slid my hand down into his pants. It was so warm down there, so humid. I felt his hair- I couldn’t believe I was feeling my friend’s hair- and then I touched it.

He let out a little sound as my fingertips made contact with his cock. I was trying to get my hand around it, but his pants were too tight. He hurried and unzipped them, giving me room to delve deeper.

I wrapped my hand around his cock. It was bigger than I thought- wider, for sure. I felt his body tremble as he tried to keep cool and continue kissing me. I felt the little bumps on the underside of his dick’s head with my fingertips. I love those little bumps- they feel so intimate to touch. It made me feel so close to him. And I wanted to see them.

He got up enough to slide his pants and underwear off. I could see the darkness of his pubic hair, and I could see his cock bounce up in my peripheral vision. But he got back on top of me so quickly I didn’t get a good look.

I put my hand on his chest to stop him. “Wait,” I whispered. He looked panicked, like I was going to tell him the whole thing was off. “Stand up.”

His eyebrows shot up. He stood up nervously, trying to cover himself a little with his hand. I stood up, too, right in front of him. His eyes searched mine. Then I slipped off the couch and knelt down on the floor. I looked up at him and whispered, “I wanna see it.”

I moved his hand and took a good look at my friend’s erect penis for the first time. It was beautiful. It stood firm and at attention, veiny and dark.

I kissed it his cock. I nudged it with my nose. Mmmm, I wanted him. I slowly wrapped my hands around his butt. I looked up at him through my lashes. He watched at me, eyebrows bent in the pain of anticipation. I smiled at him, and slowly pulled him forward, sliding him slowly into my mouth.

Jay closed his eyes, feeling pleasure fill his whole body. I explored up and down his shaft, feeling his warm member in my mouth. I reveled in the taste of him.

For so many years he’d told me stories of being with other girls, and I’d wondered in the back of my mind about his body. And now *I* got to taste him.

Jay was rocking his hips back and forth, closing his eyes and letting the pleasure wash over him. I took him into my mouth over and over.

I spiraled my tongue around his cock and pulled my lips over his head. Once. Twice. Three times. I brought my hand up to tickle his balls. I felt them contract as I touched them. I sucked him harder and harder.

He was thrusting his pelvis back and forth, making little moans of satisfaction. I put my hands back on his ass and started fondling it.

I took him in deeper and sucked as hard as I could. His toes curled.

I wanted him. And I would have him. I wriggled my finger in between his cheeks, feeling his rosebud. Jay was crying out now, his voice cracking as he lost his composure.

“Jenn!” he cried out. “I’m- I’m-“ and then it happened. Warm liquid flooded my mouth as he lost himself in me. He was rocking his pelvis back and forth as his dick spurt out milky white cum. It was surreal.

I held him tight in me, keeping my hands locked around his body. I drank him up as he came down from his high.

“Dear God,” he whispered.

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A minute later, he went to go clean himself off. I couldn’t believe what I had just done. Sucking off my best friend like that?! What was I thinking? What was HE thinking?! We could easily have just ruined out friendship.

My brain was spinning. I had to get out of here.

I got dressed again and shoved my bra in my purse. Oh, this was dumb. This was so dumb. I took my keys out of my purse, and went to find my shoes.

My stomach was twisting with the anxiety of losing him over this. I found my shoes at the front door. I put them on as I cracked opened the door. I was about to leave when suddenly Jay’s hand appeared in front of me and slammed it shut.

“Don’t you dare,” he said.

I whirled around in time for him to push my back against the door. He rested his arm above me, sandwiching my body between the door and himself.

He kissed me gruffly.

“Jay,” I said between kisses, “I feel… weird. We’ve…. we’ve always been friends, and now we’ve just… I mean… I don’t wanna ruin things… I don’t know if we should-“

He picked me up, wrapping my legs around him. He leaned my body against the door again, kissing me harder. Damn, he was a good kisser. How did I not know this about him?!

He carried me back to the couch and plopped me down on my back. He stood and walked down by my feet. I laid and looked up at him as he pulled my skirt off. Then he hooked his fingers through the sides of my panties and slid them slowly off of my legs.

I kept my knees together, bending them and resting my feet back on the couch. For all the pictures he’d taken of me, he’d really only seen my top half.

He sat at my feet and gave me a look I’d never seen before. I thought I knew all his expressions, but this one was new. It was almost amused, and almost… hungry. Like a wolf who’d caught his prey.

The corner of his lip rose up in a wry half-smile. He was so excited. He stared me in the eyes- not breaking eye contact- as he slowly parted my legs. He put one on either side of his body. Then he looked down, examining me.

I laid there frozen, watching my friend stare at my privates. He pushed my knees out all the way, so I was completely open and exposed to him. I thought I might die.

Then he lowered his head and licked all the way up my slit. It felt so so amazing. I closed my legs around his face. I felt his scruff scratching my inner thighs as his head bobbed up and down, licking me some more.

He touched my clitoris with his fingers while he fondled my inner labia with his tongue.

It felt so incredible I didn’t know what to do with myself. I began squeezing my own tits just for some kind of outlet.

He lightly bit one of my folds and pulled on it, letting it snap back to my body as his head came away. It felt strange and kinky and amazing.

He ran his fingers up and down between my inner and outer folds. He kissed my pussy all over. I could feel his warm breath on my sensitive skin. He touched my clitoris with such tenderness that it brought tears to my eyes.

It was just so beautiful, so sensual. Jay started lapping up my clit with his tongue. It felt so good, I closed my eyes and took it in.

For a second I wondered where his fingers had gone when suddenly- there they were. His finger was tracing the rim of my vagina. Electricity shot through my body. Here it comes.

He slowly penetrated my body with his middle finger. I grasped at my boobs, crushing them beneath my hands.

My eyes filled with tears again. I hadn’t expected to be so moved by this. But I felt overwhelmed with emotion. I had been trying to keep my composure and dignity, but my body was betraying me.

He pulled his finger out. He looked up at me and whispered, “Can you handle 2?”

I nodded. “I think so.” He had big hands.

He locked eyes with me and maintained eye contact as he slowly slid two fingers up inside me. His other hand was diddling my clit. As his two fingers thrust in, I arched my back and cried out.

He sped up, whirring over my clit and thrust his two fingers back and forth in my vagina. My boobs jiggled with every thrust. My pleasure mounted.

He continued this rhythm. Then, when I thought he was taking his hand back out, he shoved the fingers up in my so far that I cried out again. My nipples were on fire. He pinched my clit harder and wiggled it back and forth.

I began to tremble and shudder. My head started banging back on the couch.

He worked so fast- rocking my clit this way and that- touching my most private parts- thrusting his fingers ever harder and higher between my legs. My clit throbbed in his fingers. It felt so beautiful.

An powerful orgasm hit my body like lightning, causing my scream to go so high that my voice became inaudible. His hand was hit with a deluge of my fluid. My muscles spasmed around his fingers- locking them inside of me in their frenzied bursts of pleasure.

The release was intense and it just kept coming and coming. Wave after wave of pleasure hit me. I lost track of time and reason and all I felt were his fingers touching my naked body, spurring on this amazing orgasm.

When it finally subsided, all you could hear in the room was my breathing- panting like I’d just ran a marathon. Neither of us said anything for a minute while I caught my breath.

Finally Jay broke the silence with, “God, you taste good.”

“I do?” I asked.

He came up by my head and kissed me, slipping his tongue inside my mouth. A sweet, musky flavor came with it. I still couldn’t believe this was happening.

We kissed for a minute, and then he pulled back. We looked at each other, and Jay chuckled.

“Soooo…” I asked. “Is our friendship over?”

“Hell yes!” he replied, laughing.

Then he got up and started walking away.

“Where are you going?” I asked.

“I’m going to brush my teeth and go to bed.” I nodded, my stomach turning to knots again. Then he looked back over his shoulder. “You coming?”

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