Birthday Photos

As a budding photographer with the newspaper, I try to get some experience on the side by posting ads on adult sites for amateur photo sessions. Sometimes a wanna-be porn start needs a portfolio, or someone just wants a rush of being photographed naked. This weekend I just scheduled a "business lunch" downtown. Missy responded to a somewhat vague posting I made about being an amateur photographer needing test subjects.

Just before the lunch rush, I went downtown to the tower that she works in. We went to the coffee shop on the corner to make sure that we could connect in person like we did online. She wasn't a beauty queen, but that's OK, I am not exactly at the top of the charts either. Single people are not quite as much fun as couples, but they are not enough trouble to be passed over.

Noticing that we did not have much time, we hurried to the elevators to try to beat the lunch rush. Heading up to the 5th floor seemed a bit high – I was worried my camera antenna in my backpack wouldn't reach the receiver in my laptop in my car parked on the street! As the doors opened, I saw that there was quite a bit of remodeling in progress. There were a few office that had not yet been ripped apart. Now I know where our games are going to be played.

We went into the office, Missy stopping and turning once I got to the desk. She gave me a playful grin as she walked over to the door and closed it. I put my backpack on the filing cabinet by the door and we both went over to lean on the desk. "So what did you have in mind for me first?" Missy asked me. I made a point of eying her up and down, then went back to my backpack. "First" I said, "I want to get a couple shots with nothing going on to warm up with." I got my camera out and fiddled with the controls and lens settings. She did look a bit nervous, but once we got going I was sure the would be just fine.

As I was about to take the first shot, Missy turns asks "You remember our deal, right? Just pictures. I don't mind if you order me around some, but you only get pictures. These are a present for my boyfriend. I don't want to cheat on him, I just want to give him a nice surprise."

Nodding, I tell her "Yes, I know. This is not a game for either of us. You are doing something for your boyfriend, and I'm doing this for my portfolio. Don't you forget the deal either – you get all the prints, but I get a copy of 10 of them. We need to both agree on which ones, I'm not trying to take advantage of you." Apparently this was just what she wanted to hear. I could see her immediately relax.

Without warning her, I snapped a shot of her just leaning on the desk. As she looked back at me, I got another one. For rated "G" pictures, these were awesome. But we were just getting warmed up, I just needed her to adjust to the noise and light. "Missy, why don't you get up and walk around a little bit? Try posing a little bit. Ya, just like that. Now look at me... Great! Why don't you move your hands around on your body. Nothing dirty, just move them around."

Another dozen or so of the shots, and we were getting into the zone. She was really starting to get into this. She had started out kind awkward, but now she was moving good, essentially dancing for the camera, obviously working up to what she was envisioning giving her boyfriend.

Winding down the dance, she seemed to break out of the spell she had got into. All I got was a quick, whispered command "keep the camera going, big boy." I barely heard what she said; watching her moving was canceling out everything else. "Damn right I'm getting this" was all I could think. Between shots, I went back to my backpack to get my iPod which I had loaded up with music earlier in the morning. I figured that it may help her stay in 'the mood' and not hear the camera going nuts. Starting off the playlist, I put the player and headphones on the desk where she couldn't help but notice it. She came right over, seeming to pick up on my intent right away. With her ears filled with music, and eyes closed, me and my camera no longer existed. She danced a bit slower, but with more rhythm.

Hands moving down from her shoulders, across her breasts, down the belly, around on her ass. Hands back up the front, I can see the mental struggle in her face, hesitation in her hands, but finally, she gets one button at the top of her shirt undone. One button doesn't show off anything, but it is a mental block pushed over. She gets more confidence, gets the next button undone, and suddenly they are all undone, just her hands are holding her shirt closed.

Using basic hand signals, I tell her to open up just a little. I can tell it's making her nervous though. Getting inspired, she sets her ass up on the desk a little bit, giving a tiny bit more view of her legs disappearing under her skirt. She throws back her head, moaning, and pulls the shirt off her shoulders and halfway down her back.

Even though these are still fairly 'clean' pictures, I'm still getting turned on just watching and listening to her going – from her sound, she is getting real hot too. Her last move still in her mind, eyes still closed, the shirt is gone, tossed into the corner. We only have five seconds of moving before the zipper on the skirt is down. Leaning over away from me, she shakes her ass side to side while working down the skirt. Stopping with it halfway down, she leaned over the desk for balance. Eyes finally open, she waves her ass slowly, staring back at me. I can't get past the little bit of sexy lace white fabric that is blocking my eyes from her pussy. She breaks the silence just to say "up here" to get my attention. Biting her lower lip, cheeks rosy, her face fairly screaming how turned on she was. Motioning for her to toss the skirt, I directed her to go back to the wall by the door. I needed to bring her down a little bit, it was way too early for her to be done just yet.

I guess this floor wasn't quiet as abandoned as I had thought. Down the hallway, I started to her people's voices. This must be construction workers coming back from lunch. Could I use this? Just as Missy got to the wall, I went up to her and took one headphone off her ear, giving her some instructions. She put the iPod on a bookshelf and turned back towards me. When she stopped, I noticed how close we were really standing as she seemed to melt into me for a moment as we half walked into me. All I could think was how hot she was, pressing one breast onto my arm, with my left hand pushed into her crotch, and her right hand onto my cock. For an awkward moment we stood like that, her hand grabbing my cock which had quickly gone from half-mast to so hard it almost hurt. She moved just a bit so both tits were now firmly pushed onto my arm. I couldn't help it, I moved my hand just a little, and I had two fingers covering her pussy. She seemed as wet as I was hard. Massaging her wet pussy lips through the thin fabric, she started moaning more, eyes rolling back in her head, mouth wide open. Remembering why we were there, a picture captured her pleasure. We both moved apart without speaking. I wanted more, and I might get more, but not just yet. Missy looked down, saw her hand holding my stiff cock, and gave me a sly grin and a playful tug before stepping back and leaning on the wall.

Breathing deep to regain my composure, I could hear the construction crew just down the hall; they weren't getting closer, just making enough noise for me to know they were around. Apparently, Missy was not waiting on me. Eyes closed, she continued dancing in place just a little bit, keeping some type of thought in her head to keep her going. I guess she saw the flash go off, since she started rubbing herself again. Slowly going a bit further, she eased the bra straps down her shoulders and off her arms. One hand made it's way down and was soon inside her panties. Through them I could see her finger reach her clit and start doing it's own little dance. Her low moans and quick breathing showed it was just the right dance. The other hand took advantage of the loose bra, and cupped one breast. The squeezing and rubbing pushed the bra further down, and I was able to start getting some better pictures. Apparently tired of it being in the way, she unlatched the bra one-handed, throwing it to one side. Now she could rub both breasts. A few pinches to the nipples helped out with the feeling.

With a look of determination, mixed with a bit of regret, she took her hand out of her panties. Looking straight at me, she put her pointer and middle fingers in her mouth, licking them clean. Well, maybe she was staring at the camera, but I'm right there too. It may not have been directed to me, but I'll take that look any way I can get it.

She also took off the headphones and put them on the bookshelf, and leaned back on the wall to catch her breath. Not wanting to talk, she pointed at her purse on the desk, and indicated that she wanted it. I put it on the shelf by her, and she grabbed my arm before I would step back again. As Missy put my hand on the middle of her chest, I could feel her pounding away – it matched the thin sheen of sweat covering her whole body.

At least I knew she was not faking any of this. Still holding my arm, she pushed me away a bit and whispered "No touching allowed, camera man. But if makes you feel better, knowing you are watching is making me hot as hell. But remember the rules, we can't touch."

Missy let my hand fall away as she reached into her purse. Biting her lower lip giving me the 'naughty' look, she pulled out well-hung vibrator. "You watching me touch myself is driving me crazy – and I'm sure this will be even more." She grabbed the headphones, wanting to get back into playtime, but stopped just short of putting them in her ears.

She must have just now heard the construction workers outside the door. Dropping the headphones, she covered up her boobs as well as she could with her arms, and an 8-inch rubber cock. Looking at me wild-eyed, she hissed "there isn't supposed to be anyone up here!"

Stepping up to within an inch of her, I said what I had been thinking for the past 10 minutes, and what she said 10 seconds ago. "If me watching you gets your pussy wet, why don't you work them into this? The door is locked. The can't get in. They don't need to hear you. Just imagine a dozen big construction workers just on the other side of this wall."

I could see her thinking this through. Her arms slowly start coming down. Pressing the issue, I continue "Just think, your rubbing your tits, and pinching your nipples. These guys are just a foot away and they have no idea. Think of your finger in your pussy, and then how much they would love to be watching. Think of me with the camera watching you fuck yourself with a dildo."

It seemed to be working well. She leaned back, pressing her hands flat on the wall. Big smile. "I can feel them walking" Missy whispered "if only they knew what they are missing... I want to hear them now."

She stood still for a moment, thinking, then started rubbing the tip of the vibrator across her chest and up her neck. Mumbling something about it being too dry, she held it in both hands, and started to give her toy cock a blowjob. She made a point of showing the camera (or me!) what kind of acrobatics her tongue cold do. Switching back to one had, the other went right back to her pussy, skipping all the soft rubbing, but attacked it with a vengeance that brought a gasp from her.

It must have been hard to concentrate on the blowjob, so she worked the cock out of her mouth, licking the tip of it as it left her mouth and went down her neck, then down across one nipple. Straight down to her crotch, she started rubbing it on her pussy, from the outside of her panties. Needing both hands on the dildo to turn it on, she framed a great picture with her head thrown back on the wall, back arched, and her arms pushing her boobs straight towards me.

Without seeming like she knew what she was doing, she pushed her panties down to the floor, but didn't bother kicking them out of the way. Squatting down with her back against the wall, she whispered to me "I .... still ..... hear .... them" as she put the bottom of the dildo onto the floor, and started slowly lowering herself down on it. In and out, and inch at a time, going deeper and faster. Eyes closed, breathing faster and faster, her hips working in time to the thrusting of her hands. A few quick cries of pleasure, then her whole body seemed to lock up, not even breathing, as she rode the wave. As the orgasm faded, and muscles relaxed, she let herself lean back, spreading out on the floor – but one hand firmly pressed against the wall.

Once Missy recovered and regained some composure, I helped her up, and walked her to the desk where she lay down again. Completely relaxed, and spent, she told me to take a few last pictures to capture the moment and the feeling.

As she got dressed and composed, and I put away my equipment, I couldn't help but wonder what kind of reception her present would get. And I couldn't help but wonder what kind of reception my laptop in my car got of the whole episode. When we went back to the elevator, I noticed several questioning looks from the construction crew, but I said nothing, just smiled. Who would really understand?

Downstairs, we stopped at a coffee shop, got a table back in the corner, and went through the pictures. Fairly quickly I was able to select the pictures I wanted, and she was still in no state to argue. As I got up to leave, Missy took my hand and said "Thank you for being a gentleman and respecting the rules. I'm sure I'll never see you again, but thank you for helping me with this present."

Walking away, I was thinking of how she was right – she wouldn't see me again, but I would be seeing a lot of her for quite some time....