Wine and The Husband of my Sister's Best Friend - Sex Stories

Wine and The Husband of my Sister's Best Friend

... shy. He loved to tease. I think he got a kick out of doing it. As he was picking up his jeans, I decided it was now or never. “OK,” I remarked, “Enough is enough.” Steve looked in my direction, a huge question mark spread across his face. I stepped over to where he stood and grabbed the blue jeans from his hands. He looked surprised. I hooked a finger into the elastic waist band of his boxer shorts and gently tugged. He made an attempt to step back, but I wouldn’t let go. “You’re not going to strip to your underwear in my studio ,” I remarked, “and not have your photograph taken!” “Let’s keep it professional,” Steve replied, taking my hand and holding on to it. I cupped my hand over his scrotum and shook it. I bit down on my lower lip to try and control my emotions. I was failing miserably. “Of course,” I replied, proffering a wink, “I am always professional.” “I know you are,” Steve replied. I instructed Steve to sit on the couch. My hands were shaking as I took several photos, as he self-posed with no instructions whatsoever. Steve followed my every move without saying a word. I was extremely nervous. I could feel the moisture building in my panties. They were soaked through and through. I watched as a small tent formed in Steve’s boxer shorts. He shifted and tried to hide by re-positioning on the couch. Snap. Snap. Snap. “Move your leg left,” I instructed, hoping to get a better view of the prize. I stepped over to the floor lamp and lowered the lighting. I grabbed the ...

... remote for the stereo. Jazz was a perfect choice. “If you make this studio any more seductive,” Steve remarked, “You will have to start losing some clothes.” “Behave,” I instructed. I was ready to pounce on him and he didn’t even seem to notice. “I can’t,” I replied. I positioned myself flat on the floor in front of the couch, my legs bent at the knees. I instructed Steve to stand with his legs parted, directly over me. He looked at me as though I was crazy. “I am the photographer,” I replied. “Work with me.” Steve hesitated. “You think I don’t know you have a raging hard on?” I remarked. He was hoping I hadn’t noticed. “How could I not notice something that big?” I replied. Steve stood up and positioned himself with his feet on either side of my hips, facing me. I had a perfect shot of his muscular body and his raging ‘hard on’. I sat up and put my camera down. I was practically face to face with my prize. Steve didn’t say a word. He knew what was coming. I hooked a finger into the waist bands of his underwear and stripped them from his well toned body. His eight inch cock waved in the air, set free from the confines of his Hanes. I was on fire. I cupped his balls in my hand and grabbed his massive cock with my other hand. I took his cock and locked my lips around the end of it, inching my way towards the base. Steve squatted down, forcing my withdrawal from his hot rod. He put his muscular hands under my armpits and pulled me to my feet. He grabbed both sides of my jaw and ...