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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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This is how I was photographed naked for the first time.
It was late in the evening when I parked in their drive behind their car. The evening had gone well since I had walked into the quiet bar two hours earlier to meet Mr & Mrs Unknown. Their company was stimulating, the conversation flowed and a natural dynamic quickly evolved between us without any prompting or contrived remarks.
Mrs Unknown looked stunning without overdoing it, opting for an elegant dress, fishnet stockings and classic black stilettos. Combined with her natural beauty and warm wanton eyes, I was hooked from the start. Opting for a black suit and open necked white shirt, I presented appeal and a respect for the occasion, which I sensed met with Mrs Unknown‘s approval judging from the body language between us. First impressions are so important, after all.
Entering the front door, I followed Mrs Unknown down the hallway to their kitchen where she set her clutch bag down and turned towards me as I entered. No words were necessary. The images conjured in my mind during the 20 minute drive from the bar, and the way our eyes were now hooked on each other, required no awkward words. As both hands took Mrs Unknown’s shapely hips and Mrs Unknown’s arms snaked around my shoulders and neck, our lips locked and tongues entwined. Our breathing intensified as hands and digits moved exploring each other beneath the fabric of our clothes. My fingertips sensed the ridges of the fishnet fabric beneath the soft material of her clinging dress, as her fingers pulled my shirt buttons open, allowing her long crimson nails access to my chest and navel. The lightning quick flashes of Mr Unknown’s camera coming from the adjoining dining room didn’t unnerve me, instead the adrenalin and excitement coursing through my veins intensified. With our lips and tongues embraced, Mrs Unknown’s dress landed softly on the tiled floor around her stilettos leaving her in just heels and stockings. My trousers, shorts and jacket soon followed. Stepping pantiless to one side, she led me into the dining room past Mr Unknown who shot me a wide grin. As instructed, I lay on the floor and Mrs Unknown lowered herself and removed my shoes and socks, before liberating me of my remaining clothes. We rolled around on the floor, indulging each other orally, between long passionate kisses and rampant deep intense intercourse. The flashes of Mr Unknown’s camera bounced off the walls and ceiling of the dining room from numerous angles, as Mrs Unknown and I, oblivious to the additional scrutiny continued to savour each other and satiate our growing desire.
It has been some years since then, but that evening was the beginning of a wonderful friendship and the start of my interest in erotic art and photography. Three weeks or so later, I visited Mr and Mrs Unknown for a wonderful evening of passion, fine wine and food, stimulating conversation and of course creative photography. We looked at the photographs taken the night we met and I saw myself naked, in the act of sexual expression for the first time. It titillated and inspired me.
And Mr and Mrs Unknown too.
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