The Double Date That Didn't End, Ch 10 - Sex Stories

The Double Date That Didn't End, Ch 10

... "You like it? I wasn't sure whether or not I used too much blue, made you look like one of those Avatar aliens." I laughed, "No, it's beautiful. It's perfect. I feel like I belong in an art gallery!" To prove my point, I struck a sexy pose--showing him my profile to provide the best possible view of my breasts. “Damn, you are sexy," he whispered. "There's just one problem," I pouted. "What?" "I want you so bad, but touching you would mess up your masterpiece!" "Ah. Don't worry, I'm way ahead of you, Trace. First, we need to take a few minutes to immortalized the art." He reached into his overnight bag and--wearing a huge, shit-eating grin on his face--took out a high-definition camera. "Put your hands on the bar stool, and lean forward," he instructed. I did as I was told, giving Shane and his camera my naughtiest smile. He immediately started snapping away. "Now arch your back a bit to push your tits forward. Good, very nice..." I can't explain it, but something about the sounds that camera made--the rapid-fire clicking of the digital shutter--brought out the exhibitionist in me full-force. I closed my eyes and let my mouth hang open in an erotic "O" shape. "That looks so hot," Shake panted, circling around to get some snaps of my ass. "Now spread your legs a bit and--wait a sec!" He jetted back into the bedroom and returned carrying the shoes I'd worn out on our fancy date the night before: black pumps with five inch heels. "Stripper chique," he explained. I lifted my bare ...

... feet and let Shane strap them on me himself--then, naked except for my five inch heels, I went back to posing like a centerfold. Shane's instructions came faster and faster, both of us getting increasingly horny with each and every photo. "Now straighten your legs--spread them apart--stick your butt up in the air--perfect!" I decided to add an extra flourish to the visual by reaching one hand back between my legs and spreading open my cunt lips for him. A trail of moisture ran down the inside of my thigh, spoiling the paint. "Now look away," he panted. "Look off to the side, like you don't even realize I can see you. That's good..." “Shane…” I whined. “I think we’ve taken enough pictures.” "Just get a good grip on to that bar stool and keep your eyes forward," he whispered. I felt Shane’s presence as he approached me from behind, and then suddenly--without warning--his cock was filling me up to the core. "Ahh!" I cried out. "Happy Valentine’s Day, Tracy," he panted, reaching around with both hands to cup my pendulous breasts. I leaned forward and gripped that bar stool with white knuckles. "I love you so much," I moaned, relishing the thrill of once again getting to say the words out loud. Shane had always been a fantasy; he'd always been taboo. For years, I'd gotten little more than a few torturous tastes of what I was missing. But now? Now I'd get to fuck him whenever I wanted! "Yes--Yes--Yes!!!" I squealed, my whole body singing as he pounded into me from behind. Our skin ...