Shy No More by Dom
I couldn't believe the words coming out of my mouth. One of the cutest gals in our department had just asked me to shoot some sexy photos of her as a surprise for her husband. What was my response, "I really think you out to consider going to Glamour Shots or some place like that."
"I did that last year and I don't think he ever took them out of the package after that first night. No, this time I want something that will really catch his eye!"
"Just think about it tonight and if you still want to do it, we'll have lunch tomorrow and talk it over." Karen had been a good friend and I really wanted to keep it that way. Still, when she turned and walked away this time, I couldn't help but look at that sweet little ass in a new light. I had to find a way to discourage her.
I figured that she would think it over and change her mind. However, bright and early the next morning, my intercom rang, "I think we have a lunch date today." Maybe the next phase of my plan would chase her off.
We met at a little Italian place a few blocks away. I had arrived a little early and got the host to give us one of the back booths. I was running through my routine when I glanced up to see Karen walk through the doorway. I caught my breath as I stared at her -- the sunlight was very strong behind her and it silhouetted her figure beautifully through her skirt. This was a different look for my little friend.
Admittedly, Karen wore her skirts a little too short for the office but, as a former cheerleader, she had the body for short clothes so she never gave it a second thought. Most of the guys in the office had sneaked more than one peek up her dress as she did her filing. After discovering that, like most young moms, she wore very practical white cotton panties and pantyhose, we kind of lost interest. Her tits were nothing to grace the pages of Penthouse, but they give a nice shape to the soft sweaters she liked to wear. Once again, the casual glance down her sweaters and blouses quickly confirmed that her bras were soft and clingy but just plain white to match the panties.
Today, something was very different! As she slid into the booth next to me, I checked out her lovely legs and got a surprise -- NO pantyhose today! Remembering her standing in the doorway, I caught myself wondering what else might be different. It took all my resolve to get my thinking back on track.
Karen surprised me even more when she ordered a glass of wine with her lunch. I had never thought about her drinking anything but milk or soft drinks. We finished our lunch and ordered a second glass of wine before we began to talk.
Karen touched my arm, "Now, before you try to talk me out of this, I really want to do it and I want you to take the photos. I looked at the ads and I actually visited a couple of the photographers. Most of the studios were in really bad parts of town and they were all very expensive. I don't think you will try to rip me off and I know you're a good photographer."
Well, so much for her changing her mind. It was up to me now. I took another drink of my wine and started in ...
"I thought those were terrific shots of you last year. What was wrong with them?"
Karen blushed a little and lowered her head before answering, "Eddie thought they looked like what they were -- made up pictures of a PTA mom trying to look sexy in a shopping mall. He said they were OK and he carries the best one in his wallet, but he wants something a little more interesting to show off to his construction crew buddies."
"Are you saying you want some really sexy pictures?"
"I guess so."
"One of the reasons your other photos didn't look sexy was that you can't think sexy thoughts in the mall with kids and families all around. If you can't think sexy, you can't look sexy."
I continued, "If I'm going to do these photos, I want you thinking about sex from the moment you walk in the door. Can you do that?"
"I'm not sure, but I guess I could try."
"That's not good enough -- 'trying' is what you did at the mall. I want you to REALLY think sexy. I can't do the photos for two weeks anyway and that may be enough time to get you in the mood. Are you willing to do what needs to be done?"
Karen hesitated and then nodded.
Now, it was time for the first test of her resolve. "OK, I want you to describe every piece of clothing you have on right now."
"Well, I'm wearing one of my favorite skirts with one of those soft sweaters all of you guys seem to like so much and some very comfortable shoes."
Karen stopped and only continued when I asked, "what else -- right down to your skin?"
"I'm not wearing much more, I didn't wear pantyhose today because I know you don't like them. So I'm wearing a pair of panties and a bra and nothing else."
"Did you know that the sunlight almost made your skirt transparent when you came into the restraunt? Every guy in the place turned to watch your legs move when you walked to our table. We all wanted get a better look. How does that make you feel?"
"A little nervous I guess."
"Why? Don't you like the idea of us wishing we could fuck you silly?"
I waited to see how Karen would react to my language before going on. She lowered her head a little and answered, "I hadn't really thought it of that way."
"If you want really sexy pictures, you're going to have to think of it that way. You've got to want to give every guy who sees you a raging hard-on. You have to make them want to lick your pussy and get lost in those fabulous little titties!"
Perhaps it was the second glass of wine, but Karen just nodded like I was preaching the gospel.
"When Eddie wants to fuck you, what does he do first?"
Danger signs flashed in her eyes as she glared at me, "why are you asking me that?"
"First of all, I am a dirty old man and I've always liked watching your every move. If you're going to think sexy, that shouldn't disgust you -- it ought to make you very pleased. If I'm going to shoot the kind of pictures I think Eddie wants, I need to know what he likes to do to you and what he really likes about that hot body of yours."
Karen sat quietly without answering. Perhaps I had pushed too hard as I attempted to get her to change her mind but I wanted to shake her up a little bit so she would back off.
Suddenly, her eyes locked onto mine, "The first thing he does is pack the girls off to his mother's house for the weekend. As soon as they are out of the door, he reaches under my skirt and yanks my panties down and tosses them across the room. He pushes my sweater and bra up over my breasts and bites my nipples once or twice. Then he raises my skirt and fingers me for a couple of minutes. Next, he makes me un-zip him and suck his thing until he's really hard. Then he bends me over the sofa and enters me from behind. He usually only lasts a couple of minutes before he has his orgasm. Then he pulls out, zips up, grabs a beer and flops down on the sofa."
This time, it was my turn to be shocked, "That's it? What about your orgasm? Doesn't he take care of you?"
"We've been married 10 years and I don't remember ever having a real orgasm. I've faked it a few times when Eddie got mad. Sex with Eddie has always been over very quickly. Isn't that the way it is with most married couples?"
"No wonder you can't think 'sexy' -- you've been fucked for 10 years, but it doesn't sound like you've ever had someone really make love to you. Now, let me tell you what I would do once those kids were out of the door..."
Karen leaned closer as I continued, "When you turned around after waving goodbye to the kids, I would be waiting with two chilled glasses of champagne. Our favorite music would be playing and we would be laughing like idiots as we toasted the world. I would slide up behind you and start nibbling on your neck. When you started to gently moan, my hands would move up under your blouse and cup the gentle swell of your tits. By now, your nipples would be hard little buttons and I would trace them through your bra. I would turn you to face me and slowly remove your blouse and unfasten your bra. Now, I would continue kissing your lips and neck until I started slowly kissing my way to your exquisite breasts. I would suck first one nipple and then the other until you were practically climbing the wall."
I paused to take another sip of my wine and to take a closer look at Karen. She was noticably flushed and breathing a little faster. I was certain that I could see her nipples harden and watched as she shifted nervously on her seat.
"Well, are you starting to think a little more sexy now?"
Karen took a sip of her own drink, swallowed, and answered, "Right now, I think I am."
"Are your nipples hard?"
"Oh, YES"
"Prove it!"
"What?"
"Prove it! Right here, right now!"
That should do it. I figured Karen would stalk out of the room and never speak to me again.
Instead, Karen slowly slipped her sweater higher and higher until her bra came into view. My God! Her bra was totally sheer and her nipples were practically poking through the filmy material! She unsnapped her bra and dropped it on the table.
Karen grinned at me, "check them for yourself!"
I reached out and gently traced her little nubs with my fingertip. Karen shuddered and then pulled her sweater back into place, her bra-less titties safely under cover once again. "Now, finish that damned story!"
That startled me but I started back, "We would still be in the kitchen with your blouse and bra on the floor and your rigid nipples stabbing the air as my tongue traced little patterns around them. I would slowly kiss my way down to your waist as I unzipped your skirt and let it fall to the floor. About this time, you would notice that we were in front of the windows and the curtains were still wide open. As you tried to close them, I would stop you by kissing your navel and tweaking it with my tongue. You would shiver as I ran my hand down to your panties and started stroking your pussy. I would run my finger up and down your slit until I felt your moisture. Then I would slide my hand inside your panties and feel your silky hair over your twat. Next, I would slowly slide them down to your ankles as I kissed my way to your cunt. After a few minutes of licking your clit, you would be pulling my head tightly into pussy. It would be dripping wet as I inserted my fingers and gently starting finger-fucking you to your first orgasm of the evening. You would still be shaking as I unzipped my pants and started rubbing my cock over your pussy. You would be so wet, I would be balls deep on the first stroke. I would lean your ass against the sink right there in front of the window and slowly deep fuck you until I could feel my balls about to explode. Then I would ram my dick all the way in one last time as we both went over the edge. I would pump load after load deep in your twat and then stay buried there until I finally got soft and slipped out of your well- fucked gash. My juices would be flowing from your pussy and I would dip my fingers in and scoop up some of the hot cum and rub it over your lips until they were shiny. Then, I would french kiss you and finger-fuck you until you exploded in the most incredible orgasm of the evening."
I stopped again, this time adjusting my hard cock in my pants so I could move a little bit. "Was that what you had in mind?"
Karen was breathing very hard now and traces of moisture were visible around her mouth. "That has never happened with me and Eddie. If it had, we would have a dozen kids by now."
"Did it make you hot?"
"God, YES!"
She saw the gleam in my eye as I again said, "prove it. Prove it here and prove it now!"
Karen glanced around, then moved closer to me. She put her hands under her little skirt. Raising her hips slightly, she slowly slid her sheer bikini panties down to her knees. Just then, the waiter started coming toward us, so Karen started to pull them back up but I stopped her.
"Think sexy, BE sexy!"
Karen's eyes were slightly glazed as she moved her hands to the hem of her skirt and slowly raised it higher and higher until her soft pussy hair was in plain view. She made no attempt to cover up as the waiter brought our drinks over. He nearly tripped over himself as Karen dropped her hand to her pussy and slowly ran her finger up and down her dripping slit. I nearly dropped my teeth when she wiped her finger over the waiter's lips and asked, "will this do for a tip?"
He practically ran back to the kitchen, using his tray to hide a tremendous hard-on.
Karen laughed lustily as she finished pulling her panties off and dropped them on the table next to her tiny bra. She smoothed out her skirt and smiled, "I think I've got the hang of this 'sexy' thing. She reached over and rubbed her hand over my cock, "it certainly feels like you agree!"
Before I could say anything, Karen unzipped my pants and freed my raging dick. She licked the pre-cum from my dick and then started a furious sucking right there in the booth. I lasted no time at all before I convulsed, filling her hungry mouth with a huge load of cum. She leaned back, opened her mouth slightly and then swallowed every last drop.
"Now that we've settled the 'sexy' part, can we shoot the pictures?"
"Just as soon as I have the strength to move. By the way, how do you feel about a few shots of a cock filling your hot twat with a load of cum?"
Karen grabbed my hand and led me out to the car, "I think we're going to need a LOT of film!"
I couldn't believe the words coming out of my mouth. One of the cutest gals in our department had just asked me to shoot some sexy photos of her as a surprise for her husband. What was my response, "I really think you out to consider going to Glamour Shots or some place like that."
"I did that last year and I don't think he ever took them out of the package after that first night. No, this time I want something that will really catch his eye!"
"Just think about it tonight and if you still want to do it, we'll have lunch tomorrow and talk it over." Karen had been a good friend and I really wanted to keep it that way. Still, when she turned and walked away this time, I couldn't help but look at that sweet little ass in a new light. I had to find a way to discourage her.
I figured that she would think it over and change her mind. However, bright and early the next morning, my intercom rang, "I think we have a lunch date today." Maybe the next phase of my plan would chase her off.
We met at a little Italian place a few blocks away. I had arrived a little early and got the host to give us one of the back booths. I was running through my routine when I glanced up to see Karen walk through the doorway. I caught my breath as I stared at her -- the sunlight was very strong behind her and it silhouetted her figure beautifully through her skirt. This was a different look for my little friend.
Admittedly, Karen wore her skirts a little too short for the office but, as a former cheerleader, she had the body for short clothes so she never gave it a second thought. Most of the guys in the office had sneaked more than one peek up her dress as she did her filing. After discovering that, like most young moms, she wore very practical white cotton panties and pantyhose, we kind of lost interest. Her tits were nothing to grace the pages of Penthouse, but they give a nice shape to the soft sweaters she liked to wear. Once again, the casual glance down her sweaters and blouses quickly confirmed that her bras were soft and clingy but just plain white to match the panties.
Today, something was very different! As she slid into the booth next to me, I checked out her lovely legs and got a surprise -- NO pantyhose today! Remembering her standing in the doorway, I caught myself wondering what else might be different. It took all my resolve to get my thinking back on track.
Karen surprised me even more when she ordered a glass of wine with her lunch. I had never thought about her drinking anything but milk or soft drinks. We finished our lunch and ordered a second glass of wine before we began to talk.
Karen touched my arm, "Now, before you try to talk me out of this, I really want to do it and I want you to take the photos. I looked at the ads and I actually visited a couple of the photographers. Most of the studios were in really bad parts of town and they were all very expensive. I don't think you will try to rip me off and I know you're a good photographer."
Well, so much for her changing her mind. It was up to me now. I took another drink of my wine and started in ...
"I thought those were terrific shots of you last year. What was wrong with them?"
Karen blushed a little and lowered her head before answering, "Eddie thought they looked like what they were -- made up pictures of a PTA mom trying to look sexy in a shopping mall. He said they were OK and he carries the best one in his wallet, but he wants something a little more interesting to show off to his construction crew buddies."
"Are you saying you want some really sexy pictures?"
"I guess so."
"One of the reasons your other photos didn't look sexy was that you can't think sexy thoughts in the mall with kids and families all around. If you can't think sexy, you can't look sexy."
I continued, "If I'm going to do these photos, I want you thinking about sex from the moment you walk in the door. Can you do that?"
"I'm not sure, but I guess I could try."
"That's not good enough -- 'trying' is what you did at the mall. I want you to REALLY think sexy. I can't do the photos for two weeks anyway and that may be enough time to get you in the mood. Are you willing to do what needs to be done?"
Karen hesitated and then nodded.
Now, it was time for the first test of her resolve. "OK, I want you to describe every piece of clothing you have on right now."
"Well, I'm wearing one of my favorite skirts with one of those soft sweaters all of you guys seem to like so much and some very comfortable shoes."
Karen stopped and only continued when I asked, "what else -- right down to your skin?"
"I'm not wearing much more, I didn't wear pantyhose today because I know you don't like them. So I'm wearing a pair of panties and a bra and nothing else."
"Did you know that the sunlight almost made your skirt transparent when you came into the restraunt? Every guy in the place turned to watch your legs move when you walked to our table. We all wanted get a better look. How does that make you feel?"
"A little nervous I guess."
"Why? Don't you like the idea of us wishing we could fuck you silly?"
I waited to see how Karen would react to my language before going on. She lowered her head a little and answered, "I hadn't really thought it of that way."
"If you want really sexy pictures, you're going to have to think of it that way. You've got to want to give every guy who sees you a raging hard-on. You have to make them want to lick your pussy and get lost in those fabulous little titties!"
Perhaps it was the second glass of wine, but Karen just nodded like I was preaching the gospel.
"When Eddie wants to fuck you, what does he do first?"
Danger signs flashed in her eyes as she glared at me, "why are you asking me that?"
"First of all, I am a dirty old man and I've always liked watching your every move. If you're going to think sexy, that shouldn't disgust you -- it ought to make you very pleased. If I'm going to shoot the kind of pictures I think Eddie wants, I need to know what he likes to do to you and what he really likes about that hot body of yours."
Karen sat quietly without answering. Perhaps I had pushed too hard as I attempted to get her to change her mind but I wanted to shake her up a little bit so she would back off.
Suddenly, her eyes locked onto mine, "The first thing he does is pack the girls off to his mother's house for the weekend. As soon as they are out of the door, he reaches under my skirt and yanks my panties down and tosses them across the room. He pushes my sweater and bra up over my breasts and bites my nipples once or twice. Then he raises my skirt and fingers me for a couple of minutes. Next, he makes me un-zip him and suck his thing until he's really hard. Then he bends me over the sofa and enters me from behind. He usually only lasts a couple of minutes before he has his orgasm. Then he pulls out, zips up, grabs a beer and flops down on the sofa."
This time, it was my turn to be shocked, "That's it? What about your orgasm? Doesn't he take care of you?"
"We've been married 10 years and I don't remember ever having a real orgasm. I've faked it a few times when Eddie got mad. Sex with Eddie has always been over very quickly. Isn't that the way it is with most married couples?"
"No wonder you can't think 'sexy' -- you've been fucked for 10 years, but it doesn't sound like you've ever had someone really make love to you. Now, let me tell you what I would do once those kids were out of the door..."
Karen leaned closer as I continued, "When you turned around after waving goodbye to the kids, I would be waiting with two chilled glasses of champagne. Our favorite music would be playing and we would be laughing like idiots as we toasted the world. I would slide up behind you and start nibbling on your neck. When you started to gently moan, my hands would move up under your blouse and cup the gentle swell of your tits. By now, your nipples would be hard little buttons and I would trace them through your bra. I would turn you to face me and slowly remove your blouse and unfasten your bra. Now, I would continue kissing your lips and neck until I started slowly kissing my way to your exquisite breasts. I would suck first one nipple and then the other until you were practically climbing the wall."
I paused to take another sip of my wine and to take a closer look at Karen. She was noticably flushed and breathing a little faster. I was certain that I could see her nipples harden and watched as she shifted nervously on her seat.
"Well, are you starting to think a little more sexy now?"
Karen took a sip of her own drink, swallowed, and answered, "Right now, I think I am."
"Are your nipples hard?"
"Oh, YES"
"Prove it!"
"What?"
"Prove it! Right here, right now!"
That should do it. I figured Karen would stalk out of the room and never speak to me again.
Instead, Karen slowly slipped her sweater higher and higher until her bra came into view. My God! Her bra was totally sheer and her nipples were practically poking through the filmy material! She unsnapped her bra and dropped it on the table.
Karen grinned at me, "check them for yourself!"
I reached out and gently traced her little nubs with my fingertip. Karen shuddered and then pulled her sweater back into place, her bra-less titties safely under cover once again. "Now, finish that damned story!"
That startled me but I started back, "We would still be in the kitchen with your blouse and bra on the floor and your rigid nipples stabbing the air as my tongue traced little patterns around them. I would slowly kiss my way down to your waist as I unzipped your skirt and let it fall to the floor. About this time, you would notice that we were in front of the windows and the curtains were still wide open. As you tried to close them, I would stop you by kissing your navel and tweaking it with my tongue. You would shiver as I ran my hand down to your panties and started stroking your pussy. I would run my finger up and down your slit until I felt your moisture. Then I would slide my hand inside your panties and feel your silky hair over your twat. Next, I would slowly slide them down to your ankles as I kissed my way to your cunt. After a few minutes of licking your clit, you would be pulling my head tightly into pussy. It would be dripping wet as I inserted my fingers and gently starting finger-fucking you to your first orgasm of the evening. You would still be shaking as I unzipped my pants and started rubbing my cock over your pussy. You would be so wet, I would be balls deep on the first stroke. I would lean your ass against the sink right there in front of the window and slowly deep fuck you until I could feel my balls about to explode. Then I would ram my dick all the way in one last time as we both went over the edge. I would pump load after load deep in your twat and then stay buried there until I finally got soft and slipped out of your well- fucked gash. My juices would be flowing from your pussy and I would dip my fingers in and scoop up some of the hot cum and rub it over your lips until they were shiny. Then, I would french kiss you and finger-fuck you until you exploded in the most incredible orgasm of the evening."
I stopped again, this time adjusting my hard cock in my pants so I could move a little bit. "Was that what you had in mind?"
Karen was breathing very hard now and traces of moisture were visible around her mouth. "That has never happened with me and Eddie. If it had, we would have a dozen kids by now."
"Did it make you hot?"
"God, YES!"
She saw the gleam in my eye as I again said, "prove it. Prove it here and prove it now!"
Karen glanced around, then moved closer to me. She put her hands under her little skirt. Raising her hips slightly, she slowly slid her sheer bikini panties down to her knees. Just then, the waiter started coming toward us, so Karen started to pull them back up but I stopped her.
"Think sexy, BE sexy!"
Karen's eyes were slightly glazed as she moved her hands to the hem of her skirt and slowly raised it higher and higher until her soft pussy hair was in plain view. She made no attempt to cover up as the waiter brought our drinks over. He nearly tripped over himself as Karen dropped her hand to her pussy and slowly ran her finger up and down her dripping slit. I nearly dropped my teeth when she wiped her finger over the waiter's lips and asked, "will this do for a tip?"
He practically ran back to the kitchen, using his tray to hide a tremendous hard-on.
Karen laughed lustily as she finished pulling her panties off and dropped them on the table next to her tiny bra. She smoothed out her skirt and smiled, "I think I've got the hang of this 'sexy' thing. She reached over and rubbed her hand over my cock, "it certainly feels like you agree!"
Before I could say anything, Karen unzipped my pants and freed my raging dick. She licked the pre-cum from my dick and then started a furious sucking right there in the booth. I lasted no time at all before I convulsed, filling her hungry mouth with a huge load of cum. She leaned back, opened her mouth slightly and then swallowed every last drop.
"Now that we've settled the 'sexy' part, can we shoot the pictures?"
"Just as soon as I have the strength to move. By the way, how do you feel about a few shots of a cock filling your hot twat with a load of cum?"
Karen grabbed my hand and led me out to the car, "I think we're going to need a LOT of film!"
