Jhondie
We had all day in Boston before the wedding that evening. Justin's dad was meeting some business contacts about some coast-to-coast partnership thing with his business, so we were pretty much on out own after breakfast. We spent a few hours wandering about, seeing what there was to see. The East Coast hadn't been hit as hard by the Pulse as the West Coast, but there was still enough to show that the country's depression had hit here pretty hard too. A lot of places had closed, but there was still enough around to be interesting.
We ended up back at the hotel around one in the afternoon. We didn't have to leave for the wedding until five, but neither of us wanted to be sunburned and tired. It would be dangerous to show the slightest weakness around Denise. That was one girl that had gotten dropped on the head once too often as a child.
I had to go to the bathroom, and when I came out Justin was playing with his new camera that he had gotten right before we left for Boston. He hadn't had time to play with it in LA, typical male; he brought his new toy with him. It was one of those new ones that were instant/digital. It could take instant photos or store the picture on flashcard. I plopped down on the bed stretching out as he toyed with it.
"Having fun?" I asked dryly. He didn't even look up.
"There's a lot of features I haven't played with yet," he replied absently. "Haven't even been able to take a picture yet with it." He held it up to where I was laying and snapped a picture quickly.
"Hey!" I protested playfully. "You better erase that!" He grinned at me.
"I needed something perfect to shoot," he said. "Got to make sure all of the color contrast is right on target and all that kind of stuff."
I rolled onto my side, propped up on my elbow. "It's not polite to take someone's picture without warning them," I said with playful menace.
He held up the camera again. "Time to test the instants. Consider yourself warned then." I had to laugh, and waited for him to snap the picture. He sighed, and lowered the camera regretfully. "That's just not right though. I need to really make sure I got all of the settings just right." Our eyes met, and my heart skipped a beat. "Take off your shirt," he ordered seductively.
My eyes widened. "My what?" There was no way I heard him right.
"I just want to make sure I have skin tones and the like just perfect," he replied casually. A lazy little smile touched the edges of his mouth. "Take it off," he said firmly.
I could not believe this. There was no way I was going to do this. My fingers undid the buttons of my blouse down past my chest. The way his eyes darkened with desire was all the incentive I needed. I was still lying on my side and simply slid my blouse off of my shoulder, letting my bra strap slide down with it. Not exposed yet, but enough.
"How's that baby?" I purred. He didn't have to answer. His immediate arousal said he liked. There was a blue flash as the first picture was taken.
"More," he whispered. I was turned on to the point that he might be in danger, but I couldn't say no and jump him. There was something so intoxicatingly dangerous about this that I couldn't say no to him. Something in those dark blue eyes that held me captive to him.
I undid the rest of the buttons on my blouse, my breathing already getting ragged. I let it drop off of my shoulder, then reached into my bra exposing my breast to him. My thumb ran around my nipple, making me shiver. "Oh my God," he breathed snapping another picture of me. So deliciously wicked.
"All the way, love," he said firmly. His tongue darted around his lips, moistening them. "I want to see you…but do that again," he added, nodding towards where my hand was. My blouse slid off without reservation. I was so getting into this. I unsnapped my bra, tossing it away from me. I lay back flat on the bed stretching out so that he could get a good view. My hands ran through my hair as I lay on the blanket.
"You like?" I purred. Like I needed to ask. In about three seconds he was going to rip the zipper out of those jeans.
"I like," he murmured, coming closer. "But you're not done yet." I felt myself blushing. How far did he want to go with this? He couldn't want me to…no; any second he was going to be stripping and then we would get serious. Still, I would play for now. I ran my hands up my torso, and then over my breasts, not able to stop the little gasp of pleasure. Justin almost dropped the camera, but he got another shot off. I was squirming a little on the bed, but kept it up, knowing what it was doing to him, and to me too.
"Jeans," he growled. "Off. Now." For a second he sounded more feral than I ever had. My mouth was dry as I unsnapped them, sliding them down my hips and kicking them off. I reached for the edge of my panties. "No!" Justin barked. My eyes widened. "Not yet, love." Oh my God, he did want me to…and I already knew I was going to do whatever he asked.
Justin
I didn't think she would take it this far. I thought she'd laugh and grab me and we'd be fooling around after the first picture. God, she was beautiful, lying in bed with nothing but lacy panties on. Her eyes were partially closed, head back just a bit so that she was completely on display to my view. Her skin was flushed with excitement. If I could have moved, I probably would have been on her in a second, but all I could do was stare and wonder if anyone had ever died from having blood flow cut off to the brain due to their jeans being too tight.
Those incredible eyes of her opened and met mine. A sensual smile formed on her lips as she waited to see what I was going to do, and how far I was willing to go. "I want to watch…" I managed to get out in a voice much more steady than I was really feeling.
"Watch what?" she teased, her fingers tracing a slow pattern on her stomach.
My eyes narrowed. "Do it," I growled low. She looked at me with a sexy pout.
"I want you to," she protested.
I figured out how to make my feet work and went to the side of the bed, leaning over and kissing her. One of her hands wrapped around the back of my neck as the other one began to stroke me through my jeans. It was a good thing we'd had sex the night before, or it would have been all over right then and there. My lips left hers and trailed down her neck. She let out a little whimper, pulling down my head trying to get me to move faster. I was enjoying taking my time with her, but I finally moved down to the hard peak of her breast, teasing her with my lips and tongue.
I took the hand that was on my neck (the other one was way to busy where it was for me to even consider changing its location) and slowly slid it down her body, pressing her fingers under the elastic of her panties. I pulled back from her, making her cry out with frustration. Our eyes met again, this time our faces close, noses nearly touching. "Touch yourself," I said softly, unable to believe I was really saying it. Talk about every man's fantasy. A beautiful, sexy woman pleasuring was herself for my benefit. No need to pray anymore, there's nothing better to hope for.
She fell back to the bed, her hand slipping past the waistband of her panties. Her eyes slid shut and she moaned softly as her fingers began to move. Oh my God. Her tongue darted over her pink lips as she writhed slightly on the bed, little moans escaping her. Her hand left off toying with me and moved back to her breasts, playing with them as she got caught up more and more in what she was doing. I had never in my life seen anything so erotic.
I vaguely remembered the camera in my hand. What the hell. Her eyes opened for a moment in surprise when she caught the flash, but she just gave me a smile, and then leaned up, lifting her breast and…I almost dropped the camera when her tongue snaked out, flicking over her nipple. It was a good thing I still had the camera in position or I would have just stood there, stupefied, and missed the picture altogether.
Instead I quickly moved to the foot of the bed, and caught her panties, peeling them off of her quickly so I had an unobstructed view. The last time I had a problem with certain things happening spontaneously, I was maybe fifteen or so. In that moment of seeing her, totally caught up in what she was doing, her body aching for release, I had to fight like hell to keep from losing all control right then and there.
She was starting to whimper just a bit, her body moving rhythmically in a way that I knew very well, telling me how close she was getting. I couldn't take it anymore. As much as I wanted to watch to the end, there was no way in hell I could resist. The camera rolled onto the bed as I let it go, yanking Jhondie's hand away and bending over so I could let my tongue pick up where her fingers had left off.
She cried out in earnest, her hands grabbing the back of my head, and pressing me into her tighter as I continued to taste her, teasing her with tongue and fingers until a blue flash distracted me for a second. I looked up and she was grinning from behind the camera. I almost laughed, but got another picture taken instead. Whatever. I had better things to do than pose. I went back to her, increasing the tempo, making her forget the camera, squirming on the bed as she was getting closer and closer to one hell of an orgasm.
I wasn't sure how I did it, but I managed to somehow grow a third arm and unsnap my jeans, simultaneously kicking them and my shoes off, while another arm kept me balanced, and another was busy with Jhondie. I moved fast, dragging my mouth away from her sweetness and jumping onto the bed, slamming into her hard. She didn't cry out. She shrieked. If I still had the ability to think, I might have thought I had hurt her, except the moment I was inside of her, I could feel her start to come, her fingers digging into her, her entire body contracting violently. I couldn't slow down or do anything that resembled self-control at that moment. It was wild, rough, and I don't think she stopped climaxing the entire time. Well, not like it lasted a great while, I was on total sexual overload, and it seemed just a few minutes later and I was suddenly coming so hard it felt like I was being turned inside out.
We collapsed together, neither of us able to breathe for the longest time. My heart was trying to dig its way out of my chest. She was shaking, her skin clammy. After a long while, we finally started to calm down, and I expended the last of my energy yanking off my shirt as Jhondie nestled in my arms. I felt something under me, and pulled out the picture of me going down on her. She saw it too, and we both grinned.
"You can bring that camera along anytime," she said with a little laugh. I looked at the picture again, and thought about the others scattered on the floor. Yes, I most certainly would be bringing it with me in the future.
"Next time, maybe we'll have to go for video," I muttered, giving her a wink. Her reply was a light purr, and she kissed me.
"So, where are we going next weekend then?" she teased. I didn't have the energy to reply. I hadn't realized how useful it would be to be creative outside of the job. Now, I was starting to think that a split major in journalism and photography was sounding better and better. I hugged Jhondie to me, and closed my eyes, feeling her relax. My baby. I was out in seconds.
