The Photo Shoot

**This is a fantasy I've been having that I felt the need to get into writing, hopefully by putting it into words it will be that much closer to reality!**

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I had finally gotten the time to visit my friend Az in Texas. It was a relief to take a break from work and life and go hang out in his new apartment. I'd visited once before but he had a girlfriend at the time and one thing I'm not is a home wrecker. However, in the 3 years of talking to him there had been merciless flirting and the exchange of some rather explicit pics on my part. I'll admit I went into this vacation with the purpose of pouncing him thoroughly.

We had an affectionate greeting that was filled with promise and potential which only spurred my plans further I decided to get down to business. I didn't want this to be just run of the mill jump into bed sort of thing. That is too easy and too forgettable. I wanted to play it out, have some fun and build up more tension as well as appeal to his artistic nature. Something really cool about Az is that he has a good eye for a photograph, which was another reason my visit. He was very talented and besides, he'd bought those black silk sheets just for me...

After a lingering kiss and a gentle nip to the earlobe I whispered in his ear, "I needed to change into something a little more photogenic. I doubt we'll be able to get out much during my visit......" His eyes widened a little and he ducked his head a little shyly but was unable to suppress the smile at my veiled threat. I was already aware that I'd have to draw him out, he wasn't likely to make the first move. I didn't mind that much, it can be fun to seduce another..

I slid into the bathroom with my small bag, which I'd prepared for this particular purpose. I trusted him to set up the bedroom according to his artist eye and could now focus on my own look. It didn't take me long to shimmy out of the jeans and v-neck t-shirt I was wearing. Off went the comfortable smooth bra and on went the black coin bra I wore for belly dancing. It chimed gently as I tied the neck and back ribbons to keep the halter in place. It adds an attractive silhouette to my large C breasts and accentuates every movement with the small tassels and kuchi pieces. Over that was a maroon linen shirt that stopped right beneath my breasts and had long bell sleeves that partially covered my hands. The neck was a deep V that cut down my cleavage to mid sternum showing the bra beneath. My midsection was bare from the base of my breasts to my pubic bone, showing off the hourglass of my waist and pierced navel, letting the expanse of skin move and undulate unhindered. On my lower half was a swirling skirt in purple. Although it was 10 yards of material, it was lightweight and clung to my hips and had two slits up the sides, baring me from ankle to thigh when I moved. The final accent was a blue fringed hip scarf that made all my movements pronounced and fluid. Makeup was understated but exotic. Dark lining with a slight upturn at the corners on the eyes, a hint of purple and gold shimmer on the lids and high cheekbones and deep red to my full lips. I left my hair loose, dark and curling just past my shoulders.

A muted tinkle of bells accompanied me out of the bathroom and down the short hall to Az's room. He had been busy. The sheets were out and he'd arranged so that there would be the best lighting possible in the room. He looked up from placing a lamp and stopped when he saw me. He took me in from head to toe. His face reddened slightly and his shy smile came back. In his eyes was something else, something I liked.

"Is there any way you want me?" I asked with a slight grin.

"Nope, just do what you feel, I'll let you know if I want anything different" was the reply. When Az tried discreetly to adjust himself I knew there was something else he was interested in but wasn't going to bring it up. That suited me just fine, now I was going to play.

I started standing, first with my back to him and looking over my shoulder coyly, having the picture focused on my tattoos and eyes, hands arranged gracefully. We did several shots of me standing, doing different positions typical in belly dancing. He coughed a little when I had the skirt arranged to show off my legs as I leaned backward and let my head drop, hair hanging, eyes closed, mouth slightly parted. Like a good photographer, Az kept going without drawing more attention to his own predicament.

I slid onto the sheets and began a few sitting positions which started to bring attention to the fact that my undergarments were non existent. After a few shots I held his eyes and began taking off the linen shirt. Without need of direction, which was good as he didn't seem to the point that he could really speak, I knelt on the bed, legs spread apart and the central panel of my skirt the only thing keeping me from being exposed. I arched my back, bringing one arm down to steady myself as the other trailed from my face, down my neck and lower to my abdomen, working lazy circles over my tanned silky skin enjoying the feel of myself as much as I enjoyed Az's physical reaction to my antics.

I slid my hand slightly under my waistband and slowly lifted my upper body into an upright position, dragging my loose hand down to the other. I let my hair fall into my face slightly and couldn't help the Cheshire smile that lit upon my lips. I untied the knot of my belt and brought it up to frame my face and eyes, partially obscuring my cleavage. I idly tossed it at him, which brought another smile and seemed to break the nervous tension slightly. Az kept diligently snapping pictures as I brought my hands up behind my hair, piling it on top of my head before dragging them down to the straps holding my bra in place. I turned my back to him and moved my hands to the straps around my torso and and let my hands slip to the knots, undoing first the lower then the upper ones. I turned slightly, all that was keeping my breasts covered was my arm holding up the bra.

My skin was tingling from the control I was maintaining. I had never done this before. I was aroused and wet. My pupils were dilated and my breath fast. Everywhere my hands touched fire raced through me. I wasn't far away from being completely naked and exposed to an incredibly attractive man who'd I'd lusted after for years. To say that this was the culmination of many fervid online chats and innuendos was putting it lightly. The first time with another is always exciting, even more so with the amount of tantric buildup we've had over the years. A small voice in my head laughed at the knowledge that there would be pictures leading up to it.

"So," I intoned licking my lips, "is this what a muse is supposed to do?" I couldn't help but smile wickedly at the long time joke. "Am I making your creative juices flow?"

Az's laughter as well as his reply held only a touch of the tension he must be feeling. "You're motivating me, I'll give you that! I can't say when I've felt more creative....."

"Is there anything I could do in particular to inspire you, Master?" I let the arm holding my bra on loosen slightly, my breasts shifting more towards a natural position.

"I'm hardly the master! You know, we could always see what dropping the bra inspires me to do", he said this maintaining complete eye contact with me, which was more stimulating to me then touch. I could feel waves of heat coming off him and meeting my own charging the air with sex.

Keeping hold of his eyes with my own I let my arm fall, taking the obscuring garment from view, leaving nothing but my breasts. They were traitors giving away my heavy breathing, ruining my thin veil of calm and control.

I sat for only a moment, a little unsure of what I should do. I quickly gathered my mental reserves and let my arms fall for a moment, again playing with the waistband of my skirt. I slid down the bed til I was on my back, legs able to dangle slightly off the bed. To get the right angle Az was forced to come closer to the edge of the bed before finally standing over me, legs on either side of my thighs to get straight on shots. I wove my fingers in my hair and bit a finger, letting a moan escape my mouth. I drew my fingers down to my hard dark nipples, stimulating them more with slick circles from the hand that had been captive of my mouth.

I slid my other hand up Az's leg and began to pull him down. "Do you really need two hands to take a good picture?"I breathed. This was almost getting too much for me.

Az remained kneeling, pressing my legs slightly together as he looked at me. I reached for his hand and brought it down to my thigh. "I think I might be able to manage", he gasped slightly, "What do you have in mind?"

"I was thinking a bit more of an intimate look, maybe as far as orgasmic, but its more real if I have some help."

Fitting actions to words I drew his hand up til he reached my sex. The heat coming off my body was nothing to what was there. Az didn't need much more motivation as he slid his fingers along the sensitive tissue. I had joked in the past that I don't believe in full on shaving but I like a little creative trimming, now he was experiencing it first hand.

Little electric shocks pulsed through in time to the movements of his hand. My body arched and quivered and little moans and mewling noises escaped as he delved deeper with his fingers. My arms and hands had minds of their own as the moved and grasped, gripping the sheets and my breasts. I wanted to feel his hands on me where mine were.

Teasing and tantalizing, exploring at his own pace. I heard the gentle ticking of the camera as shots were snapped but I was beyond the point of really caring what the camera was doing, all I cared about was his hands. I felt my body building up but I'd be damned if I was going to cum on my own! Its great but not as much as when another is cumming with you, convulsing and experiencing the muscles releasing.

I took it for as long as I could before I grabbed hold of his hand. Az began to mutter an apology thinking he might have done something wrong until my lips on his silenced anything he was about to say. I hungrily tasted him, sending my tongue deeper into his mouth, dancing with his. The kiss became more fevered as he brought his free hand up to run through my hair. I could barely think as my hand reached for the camera, took it and placed it out of the way on the bed as carefully as I could considering the circumstances. Then, both his hands were on me, touching and moving where mine had been. His mouth moved from my mouth to my neck, nipping and sucking leaving a trail of light reddening that spread along my shoulders.

My fingers fumbled with his shirt, wrenching it over head, wanting to feel his skin against mine. He was flushed and felt fevered as I pressed against him. I dragged my nails down his back, making him gasp and growl a little deep in his throat. His hands ranged over my body, stopping at my skirt, showing he still had his limits. I brought my hands to his and tugged the skirt down over my hips. I laid back to worm my legs out of the offending garment and tossed it aside. I pulled Az on top of me, wanting to feel his weight on top of me. My hands were not deterred by the waistband of his jeans as his were with mine. I let my fingers run over his hipbones and gripped his ass, drawing his pelvis against mine, feeling the bulge press against my gyrating hips. We were past the point of coherency and all the reaction I received for my actions was a gasp and a few mumbled words lost in the swell of my breasts as he brought his mouth to the taunt nipples.

I loosened my legs gripping his body to me so that I would have enough space to get to his zipper. He continued kissing and suckling me, exploring with is tongue, letting teeth graze sensitive skin while hands pressed down to my hips. This all made it incredibly hard to focus at the task at hand as I fumbled with the button. Even though I was in such a hurry I got the damn things free and scooted his pants down over his hips only to be faced with the challenges of his boxers! Never have I cursed them as much as I did now as they hid my thick throbbing goal.

Az laughed a little as I kept working at his pants with my hands, legs, then feet. "Need some help?" he finally said when my antics weren't giving little more success then making him even more aroused. I nodded vigorously before lifting my head up to bite a little harder then usual and dragged my fingertips down his side, leaving tender lines behind. Az arched back from the unsuspecting attack and used one hand to brace himself above me as the other worked at getting his pants and boxers off his legs, freeing him up for more vigorous movement. He kept his mouth on mine til he had to move farther away to completely remove the clothes and had a look of genuine frustration which caused a burst of laughter to escape my dry throat..

He finally settled back on top of me, resting between my legs, his erection burning me with its enflamed length, causing a primitive part of me to move in relation to its proximity. He looked down at me as my hands wound their way up his neck and into his hair, running through the short nape and through the once gelled spikes. He simply took in all the planes of my face, making me laugh again nervously at his intense expression.

"This," he said, "would be a great picture!"

In response to his comment I shifted my hips, drawing up my pelvic area til his hard member was between my legs, right at my foreplay slicked entrance. His eyes closed and his mouth opened slightly as I shifted this way and that, stimulating the sensitive head.

"Az, if I ever inspire you to do anything, right now its to be inside me! I swear to god, if you don't you will never take another picture of me again, clothed or otherwise!" My voice was thick and husky as my hands ranged over him til they again reached his butt, gripped, and pulled towards me. I knew this was a bit more sudden then he would prefer, as he is the gentle type, but I love when I'm first entered and its quick and penetrating. There is something about the feel of the sudden engulfing, of being completely full while the body tries to stretch and accommodate the new intrusion.

His hips start moving in an age old rhythm. I can't help myself as his rod slides in and out of me. Within a few thrusts I feel the twinging and sparking of an orgasm. My body is wracked with convulsions as I feel the build up inside of me. Panting I urge him on, begging him not to stop, to go harder, deeper, fill me with every bit of who he is. My nails grip his shoulders and i raise my body to meet his, intensifying it for both of us. My head throws back as my body arches off the bed, meeting his. An animalistic cry escapes my lips bearing his name with it. Every muscle in my body clenches and simultaneously releases, throwing all conscious thought to the back of my skull.

It doesn't end there as he continues his movements, his pace quickening as he continues pistoning into me. My eyes clench shut as my orgasm is carried even farther by the continuous movement only to plateau again and again. Ever one an exquisite pain punctuated with my cries and moans. Though I'm exquisitely occupied, I'm still desperate to have him experience the same.

I'm barely able to open my eyes to see the concentration and exhilaration when he finally comes. That is all I remember as I'm riding the cusp of another orgasm. His body tenses after several skull jostling thrusts. We both shake at the sudden release of,.....well, everything! He collapses on me slightly, keeping most of his bodyweight off me as he tries to calm his erratic breath. I draw my hands lightly along the orgasm sensitive skin. Moving my lower body slightly, running tissues against each other that are already highly stimulated makes him inhale sharply and shudder. I'm a little evil so I can't help but laugh at his reaction.

After some time, Az looked at me and grinned, kissing me. "That is inspiring, I was right, you are my muse!"

Another giggle escapes as I lever myself up and roll us over so that we remain together as I move on top. I reach over and grab the camera aiming it at Az's face before he realizes what I'm doing.

"This is the before picture! We'll take another one in a few hours and see if its changed."I snap the picture of him laughing at my cheekiness then discard the camera yet again to lean down and kiss him deeply. There is a nice twitching and I can feel the blood flow returning to his shaft under my insistent administrations.

"This is going to be a very nice, very satisfying trip for both of us!"