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I met Claire at a friend’s birthday party when she was introduced to me by the host. By her own admission she was not stunningly attractive but she did have an easy going charm and, for a woman with three older children, a very well proportioned body. She was also quite tall. Recently divorced I was pleased she did not bore me with all the sordid details of her previous marriage but talked instead of her new found desire to break out of her old lifestyle and try something new and different.
“Jak tells me you’re a freelance photographer, do you do portraits?” she asked. She told me that for some time she had wanted a nice series of portraits done, something she could frame and perhaps put on a couple of them onto the social networking sites she used. We arranged a meeting and a few days later I arrived at her house.
Her eldest daughter, who was training as a beautician, had already completed Claire’s hair and make up. She had done an excellent and very subtle job, not spooning on the slap as some trainees tend to do. She had also put her mother’s long blonde hair up, which gave her quite a dominant look. While I made the coffee she finished off the final touches for her Mum then headed out for her day release at college.
Claire was wearing black leggings and a long white cotton blouse. Both enhanced her lovely figure, long legs and very ample breasts. She relaxed quickly and in her confident way told me how she thought she would like to see herself in the photographs. She wanted an elegant but sexy look. Well, the way she looked, that was not going to be too difficult.
I started by placing her close to a window, using the natural light to highlight her face and stopping down the exposure to put the rest of the frame in shadow. We moved around and used several areas of the room. Claire laughed and told me she had never ever done anything like this when she was married, it was something she said her former husband would never have approved of. A man comming to the house with a camera, no way.
As she became less inhibited I suggested she might want to unbutton her blouse a little more. She fixed me with a look that I could just not interpret and, after holding my gaze for what seemed an eternity, she left the room and went upstairs. Well you can’t get it right every time can you. I had messed this one up and could not dispel the feeling the shoot was over. I started to review the images I had already shot and thought about packing my kit. The images were really good and I was so immersed in them I did not notice Claire return.
“Ready to carry on?” she asked. I turned and tried hard not to let my mouth drop open. The leggings had gone and been replaced with black over the knee boots, the blouse was open and beneath were a tiny pair of black panties. The only other thing she was wearing were a pair of black framed glasses. “I’m short sighted, I normally wear contacts.” She smiled and continued, “I like this but I feel we do need some rules.” All I could do is smile and nod. “You must not touch me and I will not touch you, we can touch ourselves and get very close to one another but no physical contact.” So the game began.
We returned to the window and started again. This time Claire needed no prompting at all. The blouse fell open revealing a very pert pair of double D breasts and a smooth, trim belly with only a slight trace of motherhood. She pulled a chair over, placed one leg on the seat, and started to caress her thigh, allowing her fingers to tantalisingly dance to and fro across her pubic area, she then continued upward and cupped her breasts. Her nipples were finally revealed to me, smooth, a light brown and clearly very sensitive, she closed her eyes and moaned while she teased them to full erection.
The shots were flowing now, one after the other, I had already filled one memory card and it was looking like there would be a few more needed. I followed Claire through to the kitchen and placed her on the corner of a large scrubbed pine table. Once again the light coming through the French doors was perfect. I needed to do nothing more than frame and shoot, Claire was not missing a trick. She leaned back and started to pay a lot more attention to herself lower down. She moved forward and placed a finger between her buttocks and drew it slowly upward, tracing and pressing the filmy fabric of her panties into the fold of her pussy. A short gasp signified she had reached her clit where she paused to gently massage herself while she looked directly at me through those very horny glasses. Her lips were wet from the caress of her tongue which moved slowly across her lips as she continued to work her clit.
Her eyes dropped to my crotch where the outline of my now very hard cock was easy to see. I slipped my hand down, rubbing and caressing myself through the coarse material of my jeans, matching my speed with hers. Her hips were rising and falling in time with her breathing as the rest of her body ebbed and surged.
I unbuttoned my shirt and forgot about the camera as I dropped my jeans to the floor. I was wearing tight briefs and the area around the head of my cock was soaking. Claire stared at the wet area and spread her legs to let me see she was in the same state.
I kicked my clothes away and, fighting off the desire to touch her, sat on the floor leaning against the edge of the French doors opposite. My legs were spread and her pussy was at eye level so I could see every detail. For the next few minutes I rubbed and wanked myself, watching Claire’s reaction as I fingered the eye and traced the edge of my swollen glans. I willed her to reveal her pussy to me which was still concealed by a thin margin of saturated fabric. As if reading my mind a few moments later she peeled off the blouse and slipped out of the panties which she threw to me. “Suck them!” Now wearing just the boots and glasses she put one leg up on the table causing the lips of her smooth pussy to gape wide. I put out my tongue and licked the wet gusset, tasting a mix of perfume and a deeper, more erotic scent.
She squeezed her breasts with her free hand, crushing the nipple and causing her to cry out. Two fingers were disappearing deep inside herself while she maintained the pleasure on her clit using her thumb. Her lips were wide open. We both had our eyes locked on one another, me on her soaking wet hole and her and my slippery hard cock. I was rubbing hard, rolling my hips and teasing her
Urgently we told each other we were cumming and climaxed together in the same moment. I shot a stream of thick cum all over myself and Claire came with a very tiny squirt. Claire’s next reaction was to burst out laughing, “Oh my God, I have never done anything like that in my life, I don’t know what came over me. It was so filthy, I loved it!”
I have to say we both did. We spent another hour doing the more, shall we say polite shots, but did review the earlier work on the laptop. Finally as I went to leave I opened the door slightly. We stood close, she reached for me and drew me into a deep kiss, her tongue roaming my mouth at will. Her hand slipped down to my groin and squeezed my cock and balls. I reciprocated and explored her breasts then finally slipped my hand between her thighs. She whispered, “Rules, they’re just made to be broken, I wish you had licked me.” I pushed the door and heard it click shut.
