Hunting for Pokémon in a photographer’s garden [FM]

Oops, didn’t realise I’d forgotten to post this second part! Following an intense start to my second visit to a photographer (Story here: [https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/d7wz9v/tied_up_on_a_return_visit_to_a_photographer_fm/](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/d7wz9v/tied_up_on_a_return_visit_to_a_photographer_fm/) ), we took a relatively lengthy break before resuming – I took a shower to cool off and clean up, and spent quite some time lounging around his house in a loose t-shirt and shorts while we had some cold drinks and snacks and chatted about anything and everything, both sexual and not.

Eventually we’d both recovered sufficiently and were ready to go again, and so I returned upstairs to the bag I’d left in the bedroom. At last, it was time for me to debut a new cosplay, which I’d bought for a forthcoming convention but he’d been keen for me to try out here. The outfit was a classic – the female Team Rocket “grunt” outfit from Pokémon. The outfit is pretty simple – a black dress which stops above the knee, with a black cap, white belt and almost knee-high white boots. I opted for a black bra and thong underneath, and was changed and ready to go in no time (not least because this outfit didn’t require a wig, only my natural blonde hair).

Heading back downstairs, I got approving looks from the photographer as he asked me to turn around and show off the outfit. Disappearing to grab his stills and video cameras, he returned in short order and invited me outside through the back door of the house. I assumed that his back garden was small, but it was actually deceptive… walk beyond the messy shed near to the house down a side path and you come across what is almost a mini wooded area, the kind of thing that can look like a forest with some smart camera angles, and an area that also has complete privacy from the houses nearby.

Setting the video camera aside for now, the first task was to get some good photos to set the scene, as I explored the “forest” with Pokéball in hand. Then I was peering around a tree, leaning forward while he stooped low to capture glimpses up my dress as I hunted Pokémon. The glimpses of my underwear became less accidental as I was photographed hitching up the dress and showing my thong. A towel was fetched and laid out so that I could sit down, and the video camera came into play as I sat with legs open, pushing up my dress, touching myself through my thong, then pulling it to one side to reveal my now slightly wet pussy.

After a spell of touching and rubbing myself the thong came off, discarded beside me, and I fingered myself with dress hiked up and pussy fully exposed, rubbing my clit one moment and sliding a finger or two inside me the next. Eventually I was handed a small, battery operated vibrator – not as intense as the large massager I’d so enjoyed earlier in the day, but as I pressed it to my clit I felt my wetness and arousal building, and it slowly but surely did its job until I enjoyed a mild but enjoyable orgasm.

Standing up a little unsteadily while he adjusted the position of the video camera, the photographer shuffled the tripod this way and that while waving me into the position he wanted. Leaning forward with my hands against a tree trunk, he was finally happy with the position of his equipment, and I watched as he quickly shed his clothes, standing naked in this secluded part of his own garden with a semi-erect penis.

I made myself comfortable leaning against the tree, watching as he came into camera view. Squatting behind me, I felt his hands on my ass cheeks as they pushed up under my dress, followed by his face burying in between them. His tongue swirled up and down, plunging into my pussy, exploring every part of it hungrily. Yet again, it didn’t take him long to find the right spots, and I was worried I was moaning too loudly outdoors as he devoured me from behind. Reaching around to rub my pussy only added to the pleasure, and there he stayed, frigging my clit and tonguing and lapping at my pussy until I came, moaning as my legs struggled to hold me up.

Pushing myself away from the tree to stand as he moved away, it was my turn to kneel now, bringing me face to face with his semi-erect cock, which he held with one hand and fed into my mouth as I opened it to accept him. I started to suck him quickly, feeling him grow in my mouth. It felt like he’d grown bigger and harder than I’d seen before, which only turned me on further. While this left me wanting to feel him inside me, he was clearly enjoying my mouth working on him, as he watched me sucking him intently for some time as my head bobbed and tongue swirled around the head of his cock.

Eventually though, I was asked to turn around and lean against the tree, and he was soon behind me, pushing my dress up once again. Our heights and the heels of my boots made it awkward to find a good angle for both of us, but finally I felt his cock press against me, and we both groaned loudly in unison as he slipped deeply into me with ease. Holding my hips he fucked me hard from the outset, filling me wonderfully and making me moan with every thrust as his body slapped against mine and he wetly penetrated me.

However, the slightly awkward angle meant that he slipped out of me a few times as we fucked, disrupting our rhythm at some key moments, and in the end the issue was frustrating us both. After about 10 minutes of this he was happy he had enough footage for the day and wanted to finish properly, so suggested we go back indoors.

I watched with a laugh as he clumsily scooped up clothes and cameras and dashed daringly across his garden still naked, before following myself carrying the towel and my thong with me. These were all quickly discarded again on the kitchen table as he called me into the lounge and beckoned for me to lay out on the floor. Joining me on the floor, his hands were soon pushing my dress up as he crawled in-between my legs as I spread them for him, and without a second thought he pushed forward and sunk back inside my waiting wetness.

With no cameras to think of, this was a pure, hard fuck, and he was soon thrusting rapidly against me on the carpet as I gripped it as best I could, moaning as his cock stimulated me. As rapid as this was, it wasn’t over quickly – for a while I wrapped my legs around him to urge him deeper into me, and his angle and speed changed here and there, eventually finding a sweet spot that stimulated me wonderfully. My moans changed to urge him on, and he picked up the pace while he concentrated on keeping up this rhythm, his body pressing against my clit as he fucked me until I couldn’t hold back and came spread-eagled on his living room floor, moaning and twitching as he eased off and let me come down from my orgasm.

We continued for a while after that – for a little while he bent me over the sofa and fucked me from behind, before opting to change things up again. At this point I dispensed with the dress, and then my black bra, as he lay back on the floor and I rode him wearing only my white books, bouncing increasingly heavily on his erection while I watched the pleasure in his face and felt his hands squeezing and massaging my boobs as they moved alongside my motions. He was clearly loving watching and feeling my naked body on top of him, and when he warned me I was going to make him cum, that only made me redouble my efforts. I could hear his breathing intensify alongside my own moans, and kept up the pace, hearing our bodies slapping together as his cock slid in and out of my wetness.

As my own orgasm started to build, his spilled over, and he thrust up against me groaning loudly as he filled my pussy with his cum for the second time that day. I felt him throbbing until he was spent, and stayed on top of him as we both recovered until I finally pulled myself away from him, trying not to make a mess on the carpet as his cum began to trickle out to me.

After heading to the bathroom and cleaning up, I returned to find him also in the middle of dressing, and with time running short I gathered up my discarded outfit and began to pack my bag. Jumping into his car, we drove back mostly in a slightly exhausted silent, punctuated by assurances that he’d love to film and photograph me again sometime, while I told him that I hoped that we could. On my train ride home, my mind wandered back to replaying the events of the day, so by the time I returned home a tinge of horniness had already reared its head again…

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