Snapshots

byKapricorn71©

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 college class. From what he told me he was taking classes at the community college for a year before going off to a 4-year university.

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 husband. He is in San Diego on a business assignment for another week – which is a long time to only hear his sexy voice over a phone. We talked about how our days went; then he started in on me.

Donté's voice dropped an octave, and he asked me what I had on. A smiled and described the black business suit and lavender silk top 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."

"Honey, I had them off the minute you picked up the phone."

"Naughty man." I put the phone down, pulled off my shoes and jacket, and made little sounds like I was getting fully undressed. I did want to totally indulge in the conversation, but I couldn't with Steven so close. I picked the phone back up; 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, and it started tuning me on. Donté has a way of making me tingle before he touches me. Well, I guess it would be more accurate to say my body has a way of responding to him.

"Now, imagine your hands are mine, and rub your body."

"Okay," I whispered, taking another look at the door.

"Rub you thighs."

I remembered the way he touches me, and my nipples began to show through my top.

"Now you breasts."

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

"Now, touch your pussy."

He had no idea how much I wanted to. He knows how his voice hypnotizes me, and he was sounding so right in my ear.

"Touch my pussy," he said slowly.

I moaned.

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

Donté had a wonderful tongue. He said he learned to eat pussy from an older woman he dated in college. He wouldn't say who she was, but he joked that he ate his way to an A in Economics. I must say, she taught him well. Donté has full, sexy, Blackman lips, and he knows just how, when, and where to press them. Steven or no Steven, my hand slid inside my slacks and panty waistband. I kept my hair shaved, so with a slight spread of my legs, I was able to answer, "Yes, it's hard for you."

"Play with 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 were flowing, and I was floating.

"Rub it faster, like I'm rubbing my dick."

I moaned.

"Faster."

I rubbed faster.

"How do I feel?"

"So good, baby."

"I bet you look so good, spread out on the bed."

"I'm in the living room, baby."

"Word? Naked?"

I drew a breath, "Naked."

"Damn!"

"You want me so bad right now, don't you?"

"Hell yeah!" I whispered hard in the phone.

"I like when you growl like that!"

"If I wasn't naked already, you'd rip off my clothes, throw me down, and push that big, hard dick into my tight, wet, hot puuussssy."

"Time to give it to Daddy, baby, now tell me how you want it."

"Hard!"

"Yeahhhhh."

"Deeeeep!"

"You want me to take it, don't you?"

"Oh yesss!"

"Beg me."

"Take it! Take it!"

"Take what?"

"Take my pussy," I whispered strongly into the phone.

"Whose pussy is it?"

"Yours!"

"From a thousand miles away; who's is it?"

"Anywhere, it's yours!"

Within moments we both groaned in sweet release.

"Thank you, baby," he said after catching his breath.

I licked my fingers while checking the door, "Thank you."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

We talked for a minute longer, then hung up. I sat there allowing my heart to settle down, and my hand to cool off – it got hot down there. Donté was fully aware that just rubbing my clit is not enough to satisfy me. It usually has to be followed up with some good dick, or my favorite vibrator when he's not. I straightened my pants and top, and started to my room to dry off and change, when Steven came in the patio door announcing he was finished out back. I tried to usher him out the front door, but there were some plants inside he wanted pictures of. I washed my hands in the kitchen sink and escorted him around the house. He adjusted lights, tinkered with his flash, 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."

"Donté grew these."

"So we'll lie."

"Okay, but I've some things I need to handle, so these will have to be the last shots."

"That's cool," he adjusted the lights.

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," he started packing up.

I got an idea for a nice surprise for Donté, "You do all the stuff that makes them look like real pictures?"

"Real black and white photos, yeah."

"Could I trust you to do a favor for me?"

He smiled, "Sure, what is it?"

A voice was telling me to forget about it, but I was still a little 'high' from the conversation with Donté. 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 Donté after you. You remember what he looks like, right?"

He nodded, "Cock diesel brotha, yeah I know."

"And if I tell him somebody did me wrong, he won't be happy."

Steven swallowed, "What's the favor you want?"

"I want you to take some more photographs, of me."

"Sure."

"Nude."

His eyes bulged, "Nude?"

"Yes, they're for Donté – and if you let anyone else see them, he's gonna get you."

"You, in the nude?"

"If you keep any of them, he's going to come after you."

"Me, photograph you, in the nude?"

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, four summers later, I'm asking him to shoot nude photos of me for my husband. "Can you handle it?"

He tried to discreetly adjust his pants, "I can handle it."

"Are you sure?"

"Let's get started," a grin came over his face.

What have I just got into?

I took him back to the bedroom, and he started adjusting the lights as I went to the bathroom and took my top and slacks off. I looked at myself in the mirror, and I removed my bra and panties and told myself this would be easy. My nipples drew up at the thought of exposing myself like this. Just to make sure I was still going to go thru with this, I finished off the job Donté started. Putting my foot on the toilet seat, I ran my hands, one after the other, from my asshole to my clit until it was exposed again. Then I pressed my fingertip to it and made myself cum. My body immediately wanted more, so I put on Donte's bathrobe. It smelled like his soap, so I took a deep breath and went out.

"I'm all set," he acted as if he was afraid to look at me.

"How many shots do you have?"

"Uh, 36."

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 the robe 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.

After 3 or 4 more shots, I opened the robe completely. Steven almost dropped the camera. I laughed and told him to be careful. I kinda liked this – being exposed, and seeing the affect on him. 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 taboo. I couldn't wait for Donté to see these, to see me in the poses he likes to see women on the internet in.

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

"No thanks, that's enough. When can I have them?"

"I have a lab coming up Friday, so this weekend."

"And remember, nobody sees these."

"No problem," he stood there as I got up and put the robe back on. "I won't even let the professor see."

"You'll probably get in trouble if he does."

I expected him to leave, so I could get down to business, but he lingered. "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. "I'm sorry."

A part of me felt bad for him. He couldn't help being a fool for me back in high school; and, even though he was 18 now, I guess he would never outgrow it.

"I'll see you later," he turned for the door.

"Wait," I said. He turned to face me. I walked up to him, my robe hanging 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'm sorry."

"No, I'm flattered." I pulled his shorts and underwear down to his ankles, and his dick bounced out. I didn't expect him to be as big as Donté, but he had a nice one. I licked his precum, and brought 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 – very hard. Donté, while larger than Steven, didn't always get fully hard. Though it would get hard enough to make me sound like I was retarded, 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 Donté 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 sucking his dick, 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 later."

"Yeah, bye," he stumbled out the door. "Thank you!"

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

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