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Steven rang my doorbell at 4:00 on the nose. I had just walked in from pulling my car into the garage, and hadn’t had time to kick my shoes off. He came in with his camera bag, eager to get started. I had agreed to let him shot photos of my garden for his high school class. Just then the phone rang, so I directed him out back and told him I would join him in a minute. The phone call was from my man. He is overseas on a business assignment for the next three weeks – which is a long time to hear his sexy voice over a phone. We talked about how our days went; then he started in on me.

His voice dropped an octave, and he asked me what I had on. I smiled and described what I had worn to work. He told me to take it off.

“What,” I laughed.

“C’mon, take it off.”

I glanced at the patio door, “I can’t.”

“Why, is somebody there?”

There was no need to plant a seed of jealousy, “Who would be here?”

“Then take you clothes off.”

“All right, if you do too.”

“I had them off the minute you picked up the phone.”

I put the phone down, and made little sounds like I was getting undressed. I picked the phone back up, and he told me to think about him. To close my eyes, and concentrate on him. The way he looks at me, then way he kisses and touches me. I took another glance at the patio door, then complied. I could see his eyes loving me, his lips and hands caressing me, and it started tuning me on.

“Now, rub yourself.”

“Okay,” I whispered, taking another look at the door.

“Rub you thighs. Now you breasts.”

I twirled the phone cord around my finger, wishing hard that Steven would finish up and leave. Timothy and I had phone sex on a regular basis when one of us are out of town for an extended amount of time. Ideally, I would be stretched out on my bed, naked, following his every command. But with Steven in my backyard, all I could do give the impression I was playing along.

“Now, touch your pussy.”

He had no idea how much I wanted to.

“Imagine your fingers are my tongue, kissing and loving your lips – working you way to you clit. Is it hard for me, baby?”

Steven or no Steven, my hand slid inside my skits and pantyhose and panty waistband. I kept my hair shaved, so with a slight spread of my legs, “yes, it’s hard for you.”

“Play with güvenilir bahis it, like my tongue does. Make circles around it, then go back and forth across it.” I kept an ear out for the patio door opening, and did as he said. My juices started flowing, and I was floating.

“Rub it faster, like I’m rubbing my dick. Faster.”

I rubbed faster, and within a minute we both groaned in sweet release.”

“Thank you, baby,” he said after catching his breath.

I licked my fingers, “Thank you.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

We hung up, and I sat there allowing my heart to settle down. Timothy wasn’t aware that just rubbing my clit is not enough to satisfy me. It usually has to followed up with some good dick, when Tim is here, or my favorite vibrator when he’s not. I started to my room to finish the job Tim started, when Steven came in the back door announcing he was finished out back. I tried to usher him out the door, but there were some plants inside he wanted pictures of. I escorted him around the house, and watched him work. He adjusted lights, and changed lenses until he had things looking just the way he wanted before snapping the picture.

“Why don’t you get in some of these?”

“Uh uh,” I declined.

“Why not? If I got all these pictures of your plants, I might as well have some of you with them.”

“Timothy grew these.”

“So we’ll lie.”

“Okay, but I want to see them before you turn them in,” I stood beside the plant he was shooting. “And if I don’t like them, I’m keeping them.”

“That’s cool,” he adjusted the light.

He had me pose by a couple plants he already had pictures of, then he said he had what he needed.

“Do you develop the film yourself?”

“Yeah, it’s part of our grade.”

I got an idea for a nice surprise for Timothy, “Can I trust you to do a favor for me?”

“Sure, what is it?”

A voice was telling me to forget about it, but I was still a little ‘high’ from the conversation with Timothy. Besides, what’s the worse that could happen. “You have to swear that this will stay between you and me.”

“I swear.”

“I mean it Steven. If I hear that anyone else knows about this, I’m going to get Timothy after you. You remember what he looks like, right?”

He nodded, “Cock diesel brotha, yeah I know. türkçe bahis What’s the favor you want?”

“I want you to take some more photographs of me.”



His eyes bulged, “Nude?”

“Yes, they’re for Timothy – and if you let anyone else see them, he’s gonna get you.”

I could see him calculating the position this put him in. I’ve known Steven for years. His older sister and I graduated together when he was a freshman. Him and his little friends would try to get our attention, in the hopes that we would show them a little affection. Now, three summers later, I’m home from school, staying at my boyfriend’s house, and asking him to shoot nude photo of me.

“Let’s get started,” a grin came over his face.

What have I just got into?

I took him back to the bedroom, and started adjusting the lights as I went to the bathroom and took my clothes off. Just to make sure I was still going to go through with this, I worked myself back up. Putting my foot on the toilet seat, I ran my hands, one after the other, from my asshole to my clit until it was erect again. Then I pressed my fingertip to it and made myself come again. My body immediately wanted more, so I put on Timothy’s bathrobe and came out.

“I’m all set,” he acted as if he was afraid to look at me.

“How many shots do you have?”


I got comfortable on the bed, keeping the robe on, and sat in different positions. After 5 or 6 shots, I untied the belt. Steven shot pictures as it fell off my shoulders. I looked down at my exposed breasts, and my nipples were sticking straight out. Steven stopped snapping, and looked overtop of the camera. His eyes were locked on my chest.

“You like?” I teased. He didn’t answer, but the bulge in his shorts was affirmation enough. “Keep snapping,” I grinned as a wave of naughtiness took over.

5 or 6 more shots, I opened the robe completely. Steven almost dropped the camera. I laughed and told him to be careful. His unsteady hands continued to snap pictures as I stretched out, stood up, bent over and squatted. It was turning me on to be naked in front of Steven as he snapped pictures – 1) because I knew how much he still liked me, and 2) it just felt so freaky. I couldn’t wait for Timothy to see these (I would tell him my girlfriend took them, of güvenilir bahis siteleri course).

Steven snapped the last picture, “Done, unless you want me to get another roll.”

“No thanks, that’s enough. When can I see them?”

“I have a lab coming up, so next week.”

“And remember, nobody sees these.”

“No problem,” he stood there as I got up and put the robe back on.

“You can go now.”

“I just thought that . . . “

It took me a second to recognize the look in his eyes, “Oh no you didn’t!”

“I’m sorry,” he corrected himself, then left the room quickly.

I went out to hallway where he was packing his camera, “I’m sorry for snapping at you like that.”

“It’s okay,” he said with his head down like he used to do when he expected a kiss on the cheek after getting me something in the lunchroom.

A part of me felt bad for him. He couldn’t help being a fool for me then, and I guess he would never learn.

“I’ll see you later,” he turned for the door.

“Wait,” I said. He turned to face me. I sighed, and walked up to him, my robe still open, “This is between you and me too.” I slowly knelt down in front of him, letting my breasts slide down his body, and unfastened his belt. As I unbuttoned his jean shorts, I noticed a wet spot by the pocket. “You were that excited, huh?” I pulled his shorts and underwear down to his ankles, and licked his dick into my mouth. I pressed my tongue against the bottom of his dick and moved my head back and forth slowly a few times. The feel of his dick in my mouth reminded me of the two boys I had gone-down on in high school. Steven was young, and smooth, just like them. He was also very hard. Timothy, while larger than Steven, didn’t always get fully hard. Though it would get hard enough to make love, it would give in to my squeeze. I could have bounced a quarter off Steven’s dick.

I could feel him tensing up, so I increased my rhythm. This was another difference between Timothy and Steven; stamina, or should I say staying power. I’m sure Steven had the energy to make love for a long time, but he hadn’t developed the control. I had only just begun, when I heard him fighting to hold back. Moments later, he lost the fight, and shot cum into my mouth – a lot of it. When he finished, I stood up, and closed my robe. He stood there for a second, then pulled his shorts up. I opened the door, “See you next week.”

“Yeah, bye,” he stumbled out the door.

I laughed, closed the door, then went to the bedroom to quench the fire that was really raging in me.

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