The Boudoir Session [MF]

You look into the camera and feel powerful. You feel wanted, desired, sexy beyond belief. That was the purpose of coming here. To my studio. I specialize in boudoir photography, where women want to feel beautiful and show that beauty to their partners. Yes, there’s lingerie, beds, chaise lounges, and sexy outfits, but I try to capture much more than that. I want to bring out the essence of a woman’s desire, their hidden passion, but today it was my passion that was brought out. The minute you walked in the door.

I’m amazed at the natural girl next door beauty you radiate. The way you smile, the way that you move. So many women have come through without that realness. Something about everything with you. Wait, was I getting nervous? The pro who’s done a hundred shoots with his professionalism intact? Shake it off, man. Focus.

My assistant is always at all my shoots. She does the makeup and helps set up equipment, as well as make the women feel safe and comfortable. I never shoot without her. You give her the garment bag and small suitcase and both of you disappear to get ready. When you come out wearing the black robe I’m immediately aroused but try and mask it. Keep it together. We’re about to start when my assistant gets a call. She has to go, child care emergency. She apologizes and rushes out. When she leaves I apologize.

“I am so sorry, this is highly unusual for her. Let’s take a look at my schedule and we can set up a new time.”

“Why? Can’t we just do the shoot now?”

I explain that it’s standard practice for me to have someone else there. Of course, that’s what I say with my mouth. My mind is saying something else entirely and my professionalism is dying a slow death. I can see the shape of your breasts under the robe that goes about mid thigh. It drapes your figure perfectly, hanging off your hips. The sash is screaming to be untied, the robe parted.

You stand there and just look me right in the eyes. “I am perfectly comfortable if you are. I’d like to do it.” A slight pause. “Please.”

I want to see that robe open and fall. I want to capture your beauty and see you in a thousand poses. Seductive, alluring, demure, exciting. I can’t believe the words that come out. “Sure. Let’s do it.”

We go to the sofa. With your back to me, I see you untie the sash and your hands part the robe. It’s like slow motion. The way your shoulders appear, and then your back, the way your arms move down and the robe falls off your body to the ground. You decided to start with a black lace bra and panty combo, along with black stockings. You’re stunning and I’m aware I am holding my breath as you turn to me.

“How do you want me?” In oh so many ways. Oh crap! Did I say that out loud or just think it? I watch you for a reaction and realize I just thought it.

“Umm. Let’s just start with you lying on your back.” You sit down and then recline your body. If my body hasn’t betrayed me by now it will because I’m aware of a tightness in my jeans. The lights are making me sweat a little, as are you. Your lace bra barely covers your nipples while enhancing a gorgeous chest. Your impossibly lacey and small panties are held in place by a thin band. I begin to shoot from different angles as you move your body. I don’t even have to speak with the way you move.

The way you look at me, the way you touch yourself is driving me crazy. You move to your knees on the couch and lean on the arm of the couch with your arms. I move behind you to capture your perfect curves, so deliciously wearing your lingerie. I think, I‘m ok, and then you turn your head to look at me and slowly raise a heel off the couch into the air. My god.

“Going to take any pictures or are you just going to stare?” My reverie is broken and I realize I’ve just been staring at you for several seconds, imagining. The smallest hint of a smile is on your face.

“Oh, sorry. Was just going over possible shots in my head. Umm, uh…let’s move to the bed…” I say. “For some different angles.” I hastily add.

You move like a cat past me, without rushing, gently brushing me. You lounge on the bed in a variety of poses, the next more powerful than the previous one. I’m so focused on capturing you on the camera I don’t care about the bulge in my pants. I live to make sure I immortalize your image. I’m already planning on keeping a set for myself. After a few minutes you sit up on your knees with your back to me and reach around and begin unfastening your bra.

“Oh, um, we hadn’t talked about this kind of work.”

“It’s alright,” you say. “I want it included.” You don’t ask, you just remove your bra and drop it on the side of the bed. I capture the uninterrupted lines of your back, the sensuous contours that demand to be traced and explored. You are moving slowly around the bed on your stomach when you turn over and reveal your breasts to me. Perfect, nipples slightly hard. I don’t hesitate. I click the shutter over and over, hungrily, wanting to make sure I get them perfect. I’m not aware of how close I’ve gotten to the bed, almost hovering above you and shooting down on your body.

You sit up towards me and I wait, thinking you’re moving into a new pose, but your hands begin to work at my belt and pants. I think of several protests to speak, and not one escapes my lips. You look right up at me as you pull the zipper down. The sound vibrates across the room and your mouth opens slightly. As you pull my pants down and begin to work my boxer briefs off you look at me again.

“Don’t stop shooting.”

I capture your hands grasping my hard cock, the way your lips are parted. I capture you moving forward and engulfing me in your mouth, one hand gripping my balls as you slide onto me. Frame after frame of you sucking me, licking me. I’m switching between my lens and eyes, like I’m seeing two different realities. I frequently falter as the pleasure pushes me higher. You slowly slide me out of your mouth, though, and tell me, “Your turn.”

You take my camera and move back on to the bed, head slightly propped up on the pillows. I hear the shutter clicking as you point it to me. I then move forward and begin tracing lines on your inner thighs. I look up to see the lens pointing at me as I reach the space between your legs. Your panties are soaked, glistening in the studio lights from your wetness. You capture me licking and biting the fabric, pulling at it. Finally my teeth grasp the edge and I pull them off, sliding them down your legs and over your heels. I move back and immediately begin attacking your slit and lips. My tongue is in you and I look at you, writhing and moaning, but still taking pictures. I can feel you reaching a climax, feel your body tense, and you turn the camera to yourself and capture your face as it experiences your first orgasm. You slow and then hand me the camera back. I sit up and take it.

That’s when you roll over and get on your hands and knees. “Show me. Take pictures and show me what it looks like as you take me this way.”

I am still hard and get behind you. Without hesitation or thought I guide my cock into your wet spot. I slide so easily into you. I begin to slowly move my hips back and forth. You’re moaning louder again. I’m snapping pictures of your beautiful ass as my hips pound against it. I will show you what it looks like when I am going into you and out of you. I can show you the arch of your back, your head tilted back, hair clinging to your back as the hot lights have made us both matted with sweat by now. I never touch you with my hands, just my hips, abdomen, and cock.

I almost lose it when I capture your head turning back to me, your heavy eyes rolling back every now and again. My pictures will say, this is what it looks like to fuck you from behind, this is how I see your eyes, the hair cascading over your shoulders, matted and wet as this point from the sweat of your body. The energy rippling through your ass as my body bangs against it. You hear me start to say, “Oh god…oh god…I’m close. I’m close.”

“Don’t stop. Keep going. Bury it deep in me. And capture it.”

I lose it within another few strokes and cum hard and deep, my hips vibrating against you as I pushed deep into you and stayed there until I had emptied myself. I regain enough sense to move the camera back to my eye and shoot myself slowly leaving you, the stickiness of my spent gift apparent as I separate my body from you. You collapse and roll over. I see a satisfied and gorgeous woman lie back and gaze at me. I am panting. You are smiling. I sit back on my heels and gaze longingly at you.

“I’ll make sure I give you ALL the pictures, but I’ll make sure you get a regular set that you can give to who you want.”

“Oh, I’m doing this for my fiancé to give to him next week as a wedding present. Do you do weddings?”

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