Camera-shy
written by:
mcerotic

One of the few perks of writing erotic stories is that occasionally a woman likes a story so much that they want to send you a special thank you. And by email, about the only special thank you they can send, apart from telling you how turned-on the story made them, is to send you an intimate photograph.

Bethany started that way. She loved one of my stories so much that she sent me a mail saying that although she'd never sent an email before, never even voted on a story before in fact, that she had to send me an email to thank me for writing it. Then, in the next email, she sent me a picture of her pussy. I took it as a real compliment that I'd converted her from someone who'd never even voted on a story to sending me the most intimate picture a woman can.

It was a pretty picture. It should be since she revealed that she was a professional photographer. She was 27. She lived in a seaside town in England. Let's say Worthing, although it wasn't. Of course I didn't know what she looked like. A woman has to really trust you before she reveals both her pussy and her face.

It was a pretty pussy too. Shaved. Pink labia framed between her thighs. Fishnet stockings to accentuate her nakedness. A tight little brown asshole. With a "thank you" like that the obvious thing to do was to send her a photo of my cock as a "you're welcome." Not to mention tell her how much my cock would enjoy penetrating her tight wet cunt.

That got her turned-on even more. She felt that if I could write that well then fucking me must be mind-blowing. When she got home she masturbated all evening, imagining my cock fucking her.

That got me thinking about really fucking her. There seemed to be two ways to go about it. One was to email and see if she'd agree to meet me, maybe even agree in advance to fuck me. The other was much more exciting. To fuck Bethany without her knowing I was her erotic email friend.

I didn't live anywhere near Worthing. I didn't know who she was. I didn't know if I could seduce her. I didn't even know if she'd be attracted to me in real life. But those all seemed like interesting challenges.

I did have some advantages since she'd told me a lot of what she found arousing. She likes seduction and teasing. She likes strong men that take control. She doesn't like wimpy men who just ogle her admittedly very ogleable breasts. She melts if her neck is stroked and kissed.

The first challenge was to work out who she was from the various clues she'd given me and from additional bits and pieces I teased out of her over the following weeks. How many female photographers could there be in Worthing? It turns out that there are lots. But Google was my friend and eventually I was pretty certain I knew the address of her gallery and studio.

It was a lovely sunny day as I stepped off the train in Worthing. I checked into the hotel I'd booked for the night. My plan was to make sure I knew exactly where her gallery was. Then, later in the day when I'd checked there was nobody else in the shop I'd go in there. I'd buy a photograph since whatever happened it would make the perfect souvenir. But my plans rather ended at that point. Getting Bethany from "hello can I help you?" to "I want you to fuck me right now" would require some finesse, to say the least. Also, I was determined not to cheat by revealing my identity at least until I'd got her naked.

I opened the door and walked into the gallery. The moment I saw her, even though I'd never seen her face before, I knew I had the right person. She had long brown hair and blue eyes as she had told me. She was wearing jeans and a low-cut black top that her large breasts seemed to be doing their best to escape from.

I think it is interesting to look at a lover and think, "I know what you look like naked; I know what your pussy looks like." But in Bethany's case it was more erotic still. I did know what she looked like naked, I did know what her pussy looked like. But until that moment I'd never known what she looked like clothed.

"Can I help you?" she said.

"I'm interested in looking at some of your photography."

"So what sort of photographs are you interested in?" she said.

"I want something to remember my trip to Worthing by. What is there in Worthing anyway?"

"There's the beach."

"Ah yes, the beach. Hot young women sunbathing topless in dental floss bikini bottoms."

She laughed. "In your dreams. This is Worthing, not Copacabana."

"So no pictures of topless sunbathing to remember my trip by?"

"Sorry. If you want a picture of breasts you'll just have to find your own."

"I know where I can find a couple right now," I said. I deliberately held her eyes and avoided the temptation to look down.

"I'm afraid they are staying covered up too."

I reached out and hooked a single index finger into her top between her breasts. I made no attempt to pull her top down. I wasn't sure if she'd leap back offended and I was pleased when she was brave enough not to push my hand away.

"So what would it take to uncover them?" I said.

Bethany laughed. "Well, that would depend on how I felt about it. A girl doesn't just show her breasts to anyone, you know."

"They do look very impressive. It would be a shame to keep such beautiful breasts hidden all day. They should be appreciated."

"You are very forward, aren't you?"

"There's not much point in being too indirect. So what are we going to do about my photo?"

"Which photo?"

"The one of your breasts."

She laughed. "I don't recall agreeing to any photo."

"But it would be the best possible memory of Worthing. Don't you have a studio back there?"

"Of course."

"So are you going to invite me?"

"No. I don't even know who you are."

"That makes it more exciting. Showing your breasts to a complete stranger. My name is Paul, by the way. See, I'm no longer a complete stranger, now you know my name."

"I'm Bethany," she said. Of course I already knew that.

"So Bethany. You take me back to your studio. I take a topless photo of you. You can even turn your face away from the camera if you want so nobody can tell it is you. You print it and frame it. When did you last do something so erotic?"

I could tell she was starting to get a little intrigued, aroused even, perhaps tempted.

"Or I leave," I continued, "and you have a boring afternoon waiting for some customers to come by. Think of what a story it will make to tell your girlfriends."

"I don't know. It seems a bit bizarre."

"It is a bit bizarre. That's why it would be so exciting."

She suddenly walked to the front-door to the store. I thought for a moment I'd gone too far and she was opening the door to throw me out but instead she turned the key in the lock. She went out through a door at the back of the shop. I wasn't sure if I was meant to follow until she came back briefly. "Come on then if we are going to do it."

She flicked a switch as she walked into the studio and lights came on. There was a stool in the middle of a backdrop, a camera on a tripod already aimed in that direction.

"Sit on the stool," she said, suddenly a business-like photographer.

"It's you we are photographing, not me."

"Well, I can't be on the stool and behind the camera. So I'll get everything set up properly with you. Besides, I might like a photograph of the guy who showed up at my shop and coaxed my breasts out of my top within about 15 minutes."

I went and sat on the stool while Bethany adjusted the camera. She pressed the shutter release and a flash went off reflected off an umbrella.

"OK," she said. "Come over here." She showed me which button was the shutter release. While we were standing alongside each other, once again I hooked a finger into the front of her top. But this time she pulled away from me so that my finger pulled her top away from her body. I pulled it down and her breasts sprung free. Since I'd seen a photograph of them I already knew what they looked like. She reached down and grabbed the hem of her top and pulled it off over her head.

She went and sat on the stool facing the camera, her breasts jutting out proudly in front of her. She turned her face away from the camera and I pressed the shutter release. The flash went off again. We took several photos, her breasts clearly visible but her face largely obscured.

"I'll print the best ones and put them in frames later. Where are you staying?"

I told her the name of the hotel.

"Fine," she said. "I'll drop them off this evening around seven on my way home."

"Is there a good restaurant near the hotel?"

"Why?"

"So I can invite you to dinner."

She looked doubtful.

"Come on," I continued. "You are standing there letting me see your breasts being all shy about whether to have dinner with me later. Usually it is the other way around. You are having dinner with someone wondering whether you are going to let him see your breasts later."

"OK," she said. "But..."

"But what?"

"How can I put it? I'm just agreeing to have dinner not..." Her voice died away, unsure quite what to say.

"You are not agreeing to show me these again, you mean." I reached out with one hand and very lightly cradled one of her breasts. To my surprise she didn't try and evade my hand.

"Yes. Or...well...anything more."

"Like what?"

"You know perfectly well."

"I want to hear you say it."

"My vagina."

"That's very formal and clinical of you. What do you normally call it?"

"My...pussy."

"I bet you've got a pretty one."

"Well I'm afraid you'll just have to use your imagination."

"OK. Let me see. Shaved, I think. All young women your age seem to shave these days. Pretty pink lips..."

"Stop, not here," Bethany said laughing. "You can use your imagination once you leave. It's too embarrassing standing...how did we even get onto this subject anyway?"

"You were telling me you are going to have dinner with me at seven but your pussy won't be on the menu."

"Exactly."

"But it would make the perfect dessert."

I was still caressing her breast lightly. I lightly rubbed her nipple with my thumb. I could sense her arousal. I knew that if I reached down and tried to unbutton her jeans there was a good chance that she would let me. But I decided not to push her any more now. There would be plenty of time that evening. Seduction was a meal best enjoyed slowly.

"See you later then," I said removing my hand from her breast. She stood there immobile, clearly unsure as to why I hadn't made more of a move. I turned and walked out of the studio, unlocked the front-door and left.

I went to the hotel restaurant and made a reservation for dinner. At seven I was in the lobby bar having a glass of wine. I was on my second glass of wine and it was already quarter to eight when Bethany walked in a few minutes later. She had a package, presumably the framed photos, wrapped up in brown paper. To my surprise, she'd obviously been home and changed. Instead of the jeans and top she wore earlier, she was now dressed in a short low-cut black cocktail dress and high heels.

I walked over to her and kissed her on the cheek as if she was an old friend, not someone I'd spoken to for less than half-an-hour.

"You look fabulous," I said.

"These are your photos," she said, holding out the package.

"Am I allowed to look at them?"

"Not here in public, that's for sure. I still can't believe I let you take them. I'm almost more surprised that I even printed them and brought them here."

"I'll take them up to my room. Do you want to sit here alone in the bar or keep me company in the elevator?"

I held out my hand and was pleased that she took hold of it. I led her to the elevator. In my room I unwrapped the package. She'd printed two of the photographs we'd taken and framed them. One was of her sitting on the stool, face turned away from the camera obscured by her dark brown hair, her breasts almost in profile. You could see her nipple were hard. The other was full-frontal but heavily cropped so that her body was only visible from her navel to her neck. The pictures oozed sexuality.

"Wow," I said. "Thank you for...posing." I put my hand on her bare shoulder, pulled her towards me, bent forward and kissed her lightly on the lips. She didn't really respond but she didn't try and pull away.

"You do have fabulous breasts," I said. I pulled her towards me and kissed her again. This time I let my hand slip down onto the swell of one of her breasts.

She let me caress her breast for a moment before casually brushing my hand away.

"Sorry I was late," she said, changing the subject.

"Let me guess why?" I said. "You went home."

"Well, that's pretty obvious since I changed."

"And then you had a shower."

"I thought you'd prefer me clean."

"Definitely. And then, hmm, you lay down naked on your bed?"

"I did actually. Good guess."

I knew she loved to masturbate, especially with her rabbit vibrator. I took a wild guess.

"And you masturbated."

Her silence told me that I was right.

"With a vibrator, I think. One of those rabbit ones with a cock part that goes inside you and a little buzzy part that tickles your clit."

Still she said nothing. I slid my hand back onto the smooth skin of her breast.

"I bet you fantasized about me fucking you, didn't you?"

"Yes," she whispered, barely audibly.

"You imagined your vibrator was my big hard cock."

"Yes."

"It felt so good, imagining my cock entering your body for the first time as you slipped your vibrator into your pussy."

"Oh, yes."

"After you had your orgasm, you realized you were already late. You pulled on your dress and then...I think that's it. I think you didn't bother with underwear."

I slid my hand onto her back and let my fingers slip down onto the cheeks of her ass. If she were wearing anything, even a tiny thong, I'd have felt the waistband.

"You naughty girl," I continued. With my fingertips I worked the skirt of her dress up over her ass and slid my hands onto the bare skin of her cheeks. Then I spun her round so I was behind her. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her against me. My hard cock pressed against her naked ass through my trousers. I started to kiss her neck.

"Oh god," she moaned quietly. She pushed her ass back harder against my cock.

In the mirror across the room I could see us. Me kissing her neck, her skirt bunched up around her waist, her pretty shaved pussy that I'd only seen in a photograph blatantly on view. I let one of my hands slip down until I was just touching her mound, and watched in the mirror as I let a finger slip into the top of her slit. She moaned as my finger just teased the root of her clit.

"I'm going to enjoy tasting you later," I said quietly into her ear. "But first we have a dinner reservation."

I could sense her arousal. I knew she'd have let me fuck her right then. But it was even more fun to draw out the seduction and to build up the excitement to a fever pitch by winding her up and letting her down a bit. She'd be wet all through dinner. I pulled her skirt back down. She was almost in a daze as I took her hand and we walked to the elevator.

When I'd made the reservation for dinner I'd picked out the best table. It was in a secluded corner, with two seats next to each other rather than across the table. I'd be able to touch her surreptitiously all through the meal.

We sat down. I put my hand on her thigh. She didn't do anything to resist. In fact, if anything, she parted her legs slightly. The waiter brought us menus. He offered her one but I reached out and took it.

"She doesn't need one," I said to him. "I'm in charge of everything tonight."

"Really?" she said.

"Yes. And I mean everything."

I picked a couple of dishes for us. Something light since I knew we'd both be too excited to eat much. A couple of glasses of wine.

"I know what you'd rather be eating," I said quietly once the waiter had left with our order.

"Oh my god, yes."

"Tell me."

"You. Your..."

"Say it."

"Your cock. I want to eat your cock."

"Until what?"

"Until you cum."

"And where do you want me to cum?"

"Oh my god, you've got me so worked up. In my mouth. I want to feel you cum in my mouth."

"And I want to eat you too. I want to taste that pretty pink pussy. I want to feel your body quiver with excitement as I torment your clit."

The waiter returned with the wine. We both took a sip. It was an earthy pinot noir, the closest you can get to sex in a glass.

I slid my hand up her thigh a bit further, hidden from the rest of the room by the tablecloth. Her skin was silky smooth. I pushed her skirt higher until I could feel the edge of my finger just barely against her plump outer pussy lip.

"Your lip feels so kissable," I murmured. I very gently started to stroke it, pulling it lightly towards her leg so that I knew it would be sending little tremors of pleasure all through her pussy. She parted her legs a bit more. I slid my finger over and ran it up and down the length of her inner labia. She shivered. I could feel her wetness. I rested my fingertip just at the entrance to her cunt. I could feel her holding her breath. She let out a long quiet moan as I slowly curled my finger and penetrated her.

I picked up my wine and took a sip. "How's the wine?" I asked her. She looked a bit confused. I lifted up my hand from between her legs and pushed my finger into her mouth. "Does it taste as good as you?" She licked my finger, tasting her own juices.

I pulled my finger from her mouth as the waiter approached with the butternut squash soup that I'd ordered us as a first course.

I toned things down for a bit while we ate our soup. We told each other a bit more about our lives. I had to concentrate to make sure I didn't mention something that she had told me by email but not told me face to face. But to be honest, she hadn't told me all that much. I knew more about her masturbation habits and what she liked and disliked in men than I did about her work and hobbies.

We split a rack of lamb for a main course.

"I love lamb," I told her. "Do you know why?"

"No."

"Because it reminds me of sex. The meat is pink like your pussy lips. And juicy as your pussy. The aroma faintly musky like your pussy. After dinner, I'm going to enjoy your juices as much as I'm enjoying the lamb."

"Not more?"

"OK, yes I'll enjoy you more. Do you know what else is pink?"

She didn't answer.

"My cockhead. It's like a big pink mushroom. And do you know where I want to put it?"

"In my mouth."

"I do. I can't wait to feel your tongue on it. And then do you know where I want to put it?"

"Oh god...in my pussy."

"Mmm. I'm going to love the feeling as I first enter you. And there's one more place I want to put it."

"Oh wow...in my ass. I don't know about that. Hardly anyone has been there, you know."

"Remember, I'm in charge of everything tonight."

She put down her knife and fork. "I can't eat any more. I'm too, well, aroused."

I reached into my jacket pocket and pulled out a keycard. "Go up to the room. I'll pay and be along shortly."

It was only a few minutes later that I walked into the room. I could see her dress and her shoes on the floor so I knew she was naked. As I rounded the corner of the room I could see her lying on the bed, her legs spread, gently fingering herself. She leapt off the bed and knelt in front of me. In no time she had my belt undone and my trousers and underwear fell to the floor. I kicked them away, along with my shoes. As she wrapped her lips around my still soft cock, I slipped off my jacked and unbuttoned my shirt. Soon I was as naked as her.

Bethany was expertly rolling her tongue around the head of my cock as I gradually became hard in her mouth. I ran my hand through her brown hair, pulling her onto my cock. I could feel my cockhead pressed to the back of her mouth.

She wrapped her hand around my cock and started to stroke my shaft as she continued to caress my pink cockhead with her pink tongue. I was completely hard now. Her warm wet mouth felt wonderful. I looked down and watched the young woman voraciously starting to fuck my cock with her mouth, gradually taking it deeper and deeper into her mouth. One hand started to cradle my balls. She let a finger slip further back so that she was massaging my asshole too.

The evening of anticipation had got me aroused and so it didn't take very long until I could feel that I was close to cumming. With her mouth on my cockhead, her fist around my shaft, her palm caressing my balls and her fingertip in my asshole, I wouldn't be able to hold off for long.

"I'm going to cum in your mouth, don't you dare spill a drop."

I closed my eyes and relished the wonderful feelings as she expertly brought me close to orgasm. I could feel it building up inside and then my body burst and I felt the warm spurts of cum shoot into the back of her mouth as she sucked me empty. She swallowed, and then lovingly licked my cock completely clean as it softened.

I pushed her onto the bed. She spread her legs without being asked, offering my pussy to her. Finally I got to see it, agape and appetizing, the thick petals of pink lips that previously I'd only seen in a photograph spread open like an exotic orchid. I moved onto the bed between her outspread thighs and lowered my head. I kissed her thighs and her belly, gradually moving closer and closer to her pussy, tantalizing her by not quite reaching it. I started to kiss her outer lips, still avoiding the tasty pink flesh of her pussy proper.

Finally I ran the tip of my tongue the length of her slit, barely touching her labia, avoiding her clit for now. She gasped. She did indeed taste nice, earthy and sexy like the pinot noir we'd been drinking earlier. I used my fingers to open her up wider and let my tongue penetrate deeper between her labia. I pushed the tip of my tongue into her opening, into her cunt, swirling it around in her entrance as deep as I could. I pushed her thighs up and lowered my tongue further, to the tiny little tight brown bud of her asshole that I'd only seen on a photograph. I spiraled my tongue on the rougher skin, gently probing her ass with the tip of my tongue. I thought of the pleasure to come when my thick cock would penetrate that most rarely used of her holes.

I slipped back up, along the length of her pussy. I pushed the hood off her clit and gently nuzzled it with my tongue. "Oh my god," I heard her moan. I knew she wouldn't last long before she came, she'd been in a state of arousal for several hours since she masturbated earlier that evening. I slipped one finger, and then two, into her cunt as my tongue gyrated on her clit. I started to fuck her with my fingers, pushing them deep and hard into her and pressing them hard onto her g-spot. I could sense her impending orgasm approaching. I fucked her faster and more roughly as the long burn of her orgasm began. Her body tensed up around my fingers. My tongue rubbed her clit harder now. Waves of pleasure coursed through her body. She squirted, a jet of warm liquid suddenly sprayed onto my hand. She cried out as I mercilessly attacked her pussy with fingers and tongue, driving her arousal higher and higher as the ecstasy of her climax flooded her body. She lay there on the bed, limp, with a big smile on her face as the final tiny ripples of her orgasm finally died away to nothing.

I moved up alongside Bethany and kissed her, the first time we'd kissed apart from that peck on the cheek on the hotel bar. If there was a scale for kissing then this was at the other end of the scale. My lips barely brushed hers before her tongue darted urgently into my mouth in an explosion of desire. My tongue responded, jousting with hers. My hand slid across her belly and up onto one of her large breasts. I rolled a nipple between finger and thumb as we continued to kiss. I could feel my cock starting to awaken again.

She reached down and started to stroke my cock. I love the feel as my cock gradually gets rock hard between a woman's fingers and I know how much women love to feel it too. I rolled Bethany over onto her front. Almost automatically she pulled her knees up under herself.

She was presenting her pussy to me like an animal on heat. And just like in that original photograph that she'd sent me. I moved behind her and positioned my cock so that it was just nestling in the entrance to her cunt. She pushed back hungrily, taking me into her in a single long movement. I love the feeling of penetrating a woman, but it is especially good the very first time, slipping into the warm welcome of a tight cunt you've never experienced before.

I started to thrust my hips, pulling my cock back almost out of her before slamming it back in violently. At the same time I slapped her ass hard a few times. She cried out at the unexpected sting but she thrust back against me even more enthusiastically. There's some truth in the phrase ‘whipped into a frenzy.' She reached back under her body and started to masturbate herself. I grabbed her hips so that I could slam into her even harder. I didn't care about her pleasure, only my own, but I also knew that by taking her so cruelly I'd give her all the pleasure she wanted. I slapped her ass again as my cock reamed her cunt.

I licked my thumb and as she continued to rock her ass back and forth, slamming against my oncoming hips and burying my hard rod deep in the softness of her body. Suddenly I thrust my thumb hard into her asshole. She screamed in surprise. I started to fuck her asshole with my thumb as my cock pistoned in her cunt.

Suddenly she came, a surprise orgasm that seemed to come out of nowhere. I could feel it in her cunt and her ass, hear it as she squealed with delight, sense her fingers rubbing her pleasure button. I put my other hand on her asscheek and forced a second thumb into her tight entrance alongside the first. She pushed her ass back against my thumbs and my cock, taking me deep into both orifices.

I pulled out of her pussy and pulled my thumbs from her ass. I spread her asscheeks opening up her asshole wide. I positioned the point of my cock in the center of its target and pushed forward, slowly but forcefully. She groaned at the intensity as she pushed back against me. Slowly I watched my cockhead vanish into her distended asshole. I spat on the shaft of my cock to add some more lubrication. Then I started to fuck her, gradually working myself deeper and deeper into her ass as her body gradually surrendered. Each time I pressed a little further into her she grunted. Finally my belly was pressed against her ass and I could feel my balls against her pussy.

I grabbed her hips and started to fuck her. She was very tight, like a rubber ring sliding up and down my cock shaft. I could feel my arousal building up inside but I wanted her to fuck me, to make me cum. I pulled out and lay on my back. She squatted over my cock and guided it back into her asshole. There's no more beautiful view than a woman on top of you, your cock sliding in and out of her ass, her pussy beautifully framed between her thrusting thighs. I reached forward and pushed two fingers into her pussy, letting my thumb graze her clit.

"Make me cum you ass-fucking slut," I said as my fingers twisted in her cunt.

She started to thrust faster on my cock. I felt my orgasm coiling inside like a spring winding tight.

"Oh yes, you've done it, keep fucking me."

My climax exploded and I felt myself pumping warm cum deep into Bethany's ass as she slid up and down my pole pumping out every drop.

She rolled off me and the two of us kissed again, our arms around each other.

"So I've got a question for you," I said. "Do I make love as well as I write?"

She looked at me in complete puzzlement. Then I could see her start to realize what I might be referring to before full comprehension hit her.

"Your name Paul..." she said. "Your cock...your eloquence...is it really you?"

"It is. Your pussy is more beautiful in real life than in your pictures. And a hell of a lot more fun."

"Why didn't you...well, just ask?"

"I thought you might refuse to meet me. I thought it was more appropriate to try and just seduce you. More like one of my stories."

"Somehow I think it's going to be one of your stories. I can't wait to read it. And yes, you are as good a lover as you are a writer."