Boudoir Photographer Meets Her Mate
Mira's up before her alarm clock. Again. Fuck, why can't I just sleep like a normal person.
She takes a long shower, prepares one cup of coffee, chugs it, then prepares another while she gets dressed. She takes the second one to go while she walks the ten long city blocks to her portrait studio. It's absolutely freezing outside. She'll need to bump up the heat...
Cam is already at the front desk, thank god, getting Mira organized for the day. Mira checks the thermostat. Amazing, amazing woman, Cam has already heated it up to 75 degrees. Their clients will appreciate that.
"How many appointments today, Cam?" Mira asks as she peels her coat off.
"A solid 8! 5 before lunch, 3 after, I know you like youre afternoons to "feel" shorter. First up is a couple in their 50s. They want some sexy peek a boo almost-nudes, twisted in the sheets. Names are Helen and George."
"You're a god send. This place wouldn't last long without you," Mira smiles as she swings the studio door open to get set up for the first boudoir photo session of the day.
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8:25. Sharon McMahon drags herself free from the twisted sheets of her bed and groggily makes her way down the hallway of her house to the bathroom, her naked feet pattering on the ceramic tiles.
"Ugh!" she groans, as the light in the bathroom comes on; unnaturally bright, it seems.
She sits on the toilet for longer than necessary, loathe to face the shower that she needs to energize her enough to begin her day.
"Why did I allow Lois to talk me into this?" she asks herself aloud. "Is this really going to make a difference in my life?"
While she showers, Sharon can't resist giving herself some 'me-time'. Massaging the body wash over her breasts, she's pleasantly surprised to find her nipples rapidly hardening. The wash is delightfully slippery, allowing her fingers to slip and slide easily over the sensitive nubs, bringing them to full attention. This leads to a full-handed cupping of her C-cup breasts, secretly her favorite body parts. They'd done a fair job of keeping her bed busy, even if some of her partners, like last night's, had proven to be less than gentlemanly. She'd had to send him packing long before the sun came up.
Still, she misses David. A one-night-stand will never make up for the pleasure of waking up next to a man who brings you flowers and remembers your preferences at the coffee shop. As her hands slide lower, down over her tummy and beyond, she adjusts her stance so that she can reach there, the place where David really made his presence known.
The shower takes longer than it should, but by the time she emerges, Sharon is ready to face the day.
Almost.
Her favorite coffee shop is, thankfully, on the way to work. As CEO of a rising tech start-up, she can afford to get to her office when she wants. Lois will have things running smoothly, she knows.
Sharon's stride is unhurried as she leaves the Uber. She throws a little extra sway into her hips, knowing the driver is still watching her as he waits. She'll have to get his name before they reach her office, she thinks.
Just in case this 'glamour shot' idea doesn't do anything for her.
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Helen and George were an absolute treat. So in love with each other still, even after 30 years of marriage. They were timid at first, not knowing how to prop themselves up on the prop bed, or what toys/accessories to use, if any, but game for anything. By the end of the session kisses and tender touches were happening out of habit, like I had disappeared (which is the point.) We kept it tasteful and they said they really enjoyed themselves, even with someone watching.
Mira had ten minutes to spare before the next client, James, who comes in regularly for professional dick pics. He's a porn/only fans star so he's always looking for new angles and lighting on his (yeah, I'll say it) massive, beautiful cock to share with his subscribers. If Mira wasn't a lesbian ... she might take James for a ride ... if she allowed herself those kinds of liberties with clients. Mira had seen too many colleagues fall into that trap. You see them naked, you see them loving the camera, loving themselves, and you think you can get a piece of their magnetism. No. She belonged behind the camera, professionally and personally. No hanging out with clients. No drinks with clients. No after hours with clients.
She saw so many loved up and sexy people during the day the only thing on her mind when she's done is going home and rubbing one out for herself.
Actually...is ten minutes long enough to rub one out now? she thinks to herself. God a need to get laid. But I never have time to meet anyone outside of work.
As Cam rushed into the studio to put a clean set of sheets on the bed and tidy up all the other mini-stages in the studio, Mira excused herself to the bathroom.
She locked the door and quickly stuff her hand down the front of her pants...rough jeans worn so much they were now soft and molded to her body. She found her pussy already swollen and wet...wow, watching that old couple really did it for me, I guess.
She clasped her other hand over her mouth so she wouldn't make a sound as she alternated rubbing her clit with the tips of two fingers and inserting them deep into her pussy for more lubrication. She widened her stance as she felt an orgasm building after 3 minutes of frenzied rubbing. She felt back against the wall as she came, her body jerking while her fingers thrusted in and out, savoring every last second.
She pulled out her fingers and licked them clean. She glanced at her watch...mmmm...only 3 minutes? Fuck it, one more time.
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Once settled into her cushy chair behind the impressively large desk, Sharon entered Chuck's name into her contacts. He'd been agreeable to her getting his name and number -- "just in case I need a ride with a handsome driver sometime," she'd told him -- and then further delighted her by telling her he was single, and would take her anywhere she wanted to go.
"Just call me," he'd said confidently. "Any hour of the day, for a pretty lady like yourself."
When her personal assistant came in to remind her of her appointments for the day, she asked, "What do you think, Lois? Does this middle-aged warrior still have it?"
Lois laughed. She knew all about the time her boss put in at the gym. Every lunch-time session; that's why she never scheduled anything for Ms. McMahon right after lunch. Her toned body, middle-age or not, had inspired many a client to ask whether 'the boss' was married. And yet, with few exceptions, Sharon instructed her to deflect their inquiries.
"I think you might have one or two battles left in you," she said in a deadpan tone. "That's why I told you to do the glamour shots. You're in your physical and sexual prime, Ma'am. You might as well enjoy it.
"Hmmmm. Well, easy to say," Sharon replied, "when you've got a husband and family to back you up. Now, what's on the agenda again, besides this silly dress-up session?"
Lois turned to her and looked at Sharon over her half-glasses.
"I hope, for your sake, it's more a dress-down session," she said, glibly. "Otherwise, you're wasting your money."
Sharon's throaty laughter set the tone for the rest of the day. Lois really was the best!
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1:30pm - 30 mins into Lunchtime
Finally, it was time to feed her face, not just her eyes (and pussy). Mira had had time for one more quicky in the bathroom after James' session at 10am, and has shot two back to back sessions since. The last one went long because it took a ton of coaxing from Mira to get Paige, a young aspiring actor, to get as loose as Mira needed. She kept giving headshot smiles instead of casual, natural ones. Or smiling when she wasn't even supposed to. She couldn't blame her. Mira didn't have much of an on-camera persona either, didn't want one. But it made her one hour session run 90 minutes and Mira was starving.
She walked Paige out, assuring her that the photos are going to be amazing and that she'll receive an email with instructions on how to download them in about a week, once Mira had time to pick out the top 20 and do some editing.
She checked in with Cam before sprinting out the door to her favorite cafe for the thing she craved on the daily: a hot, gooey goat cheese and cranberry sandwich. And a lemon mousse for dessert.
"Cammy, sweetie, who are the rest of the clients today? Just give me a quick rundown before I bolt for lunch."
Cammy focused on the schedule on her iPad for the names. "First up, Beck and Sarah, a pregnancy photoshoot, so I'll put away the whips and chains for that one. Then good ol' Max, a BDSM shoot, so the whips and chains shall return. Last is ...." she scans the ipad with her finger... "Sharon ... tech CEO, hot shot, apparently, basic boudoir with lingerie. It's her first visit. Her assistant put in the notes that Sharon thinks this'll be a waste of time, so...prepare for sass."
"Ooof, gotta love those the haters. It's always a waste of time before they do it, then absolutely trip over themselves at the photos. Ok, great, see you in 30!"
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Her workout complete, Sharon quickly freshened up and told Lois she was going to grab a sandwich at the cafe near the office.
"I'll get it, honey," the matronly assistant was quick to offer. "You've gotten enough exercise in the last hour, haven't you?"
She looked at the boss, whose face was still visibly flushed from her workout. Her hair, which she'd pulled up into a loose swirl, was hanging all in loose coils around her neck. Though she had no meetings, there was no way she'd let her go out in public looking like that! But Sharon was insistent.
"No way, Lois. You've got enough going on, with deflecting those idiots from accounting," Sharon told her. "I'll just be a few minutes. Sit!"
She smiled at the way Lois planted herself back in her chair. God bless her, the woman would eat for her, if she thought it would help her in some way!
Must come from being a mother, Sharon told herself, as she trod lightly down the back stairs rather than risk offending anyone in the cramped elevator with her post-workout 'essence'.
lnside the cafe, she ordered her usual goat cheese and cranberry sandwich and an unsweet tea, to go. She was amazed when she heard Terri, the girl behind the counter, announce the exact order only moments later.
"Wow, thanks," she told the girl. "I must be getting pretty predictable at this point, huh?"
As she reached for the plate, she paused.
"I'm sorry, Terri. I ordered this to go."
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Mira spies that her sandwich is ready, and hears confirmation of it when Terri, the best barista in town, shouts "goat cheese and cranberry" from behind the counter. Mira half-jogs from her comfy little corner armchair that she melts into every time she eats lunch here. As she reaches for the plate, she sees a perfectly manicured, could-be-a-hand-model paw reaching for her plate as well.
"Ah ah, you can look but don't touch. That one's mine." She winks at the lady...mmmm damn, she's beautiful. And sweaty. Looks good on her. Thanks Terri then whirls back to her seat to devour her sandwich.
The grabby lady is looking back at her with a slight annoyance, and slight interest. Ooof, must've ruffled her manicured feathers. She shouldn't have reached for MY food. She's got a perfect ass, though. Mira stares...a bit too long...while filling her belly.
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Hmmmmm. Snarky bitch, Sharon thinks. But she's got an interesting look.
"I'm sorry, Terri. Nobody could have foreseen that, right? The same order at the same time?" Sharon laughs. "Here. Put both orders on my card, and 30% for yourself. I owe her, for the inconvenience."
"Yes, Ms. McMahon. And thank you."
Terri is quick to complete the transaction, and urges the kitchen manager to hurry her order up. She waits until Sharon grabs her order and leaves, then notifies Mira that her tab has been covered. She doesn't need an argument over who pays for what in her cafe, and grins when Mira hands her a generous tip, herself.
Sharon, down the street, consumes her sandwich in a dozen bites as she walks, but not without thinking about that other woman. What was it that made her seem so interesting? she asks herself, then shrugs.
Some people are just striking in some way, I guess. Ah, well. I'll probably never see her again.
The rest of the short afternoon was spent going over protocols for their latest client, and setting up his network. This client deserved her personal attention, as he was a 'mover' in the entertainment world, and wasn't bad to look at, either.
Maybe her 5 o'clock could be put off for another day. That would give her time to meet him over drinks, if he could get free.
"Stupid photography thing, anyway," she muttered, then punched the button to summon Lois.
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Woooow a free meal courtesy of Miss Grabby Hands? Did not predict that one. Mira muses to herself as she lets the sweet, creamy taste of her lemon mousse melt on her tongue.
A nice ass and kind throwing her money around...hmm. Maybe she just felt bad. Her glare at me though...maybe I misunderstood. Ahh well, wouldn't be the first time.
She finishes every last crumb of her dessert, then gathers her things to head back to the studio. After Terri had told her Grabby Hands paid for lunch, Mira decided to peruse Tinder, see if she had any matches... Nada. Ughk. She didn't think she was the right audience for dating apps. Someone could look good in a photo or on paper and be a total shit conversationalist in real life. Mira couldn't do small talk. She could talk about the world ending or your childhood trauma for hours on end but a five minute convo about your pilates class? Barf.
Back in her studio, she freshens up a bit in the bathroom before her session Beck and Sarah, super close college friends of hers that hung out one day and have been together ever since. Mira introduced them...Now they were 7 months along. She couldn't wait to finally meet her goddaughter.
She stares at herself...evaluating with a kind eye. 32 years young. Came out about 5 years ago after a bad break up because she realized she wasn't actually attracted to men. From a small southern town where liking girls wasn't even mentioned as an option. Her ex didn't handle it well. Friends like Beck and Sarah were super supportive. Family was not. So she's been on her own since with low contact, making her way in the big city. She couldn't handle small talk, so she found she was a bit too intense for casual dating, so, she basically ... just .. hadn't. She tried, but her tolerance for nonsense and games was nonexistant. You're either in or out. Bright, blue eyes stared back at her. Extremely piercing, one woman had told her when she was ending things. Long black hair that was always pulled back an a type of braid to keep is out of her face when photographing. Freckled skin from long hours outside photographing nature and public events. A lose tank top over a sports bra, the front tucked into her extremely-worn jeans. Outlines of her phone and keys have formed rubbed out outlines and starting to pop holes in the pockets. Jeans tucked into combat boots.
I guess she does look intimidating. She wasn't. Or didn't think she was. She wished someone could find a way to get to close to her. She wasn't sure how to let them.
She snaps back to reality when she hears Sarah beckon "Godmama Miiiiiiraaaa" from the lobby.
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An hour to go. Ugh! Her preferred client is out of town, she's learned from Lois. so the photoshoot is on -- something which makes Lois giddy with excitement. For what reason? That's all she's talked about for the last two hours.
Who knows? Maybe my married-with-a-kid assistant is living vicariously through me, Sharon thinks. Hah! I should get her to go in my place! Give her husband a treat...
Time drags on as Sharon goes over the same numbers over and over, the same company protocols until she can find nothing to even tweak -- and then she closes her laptop and heads to her private bathroom to shower quickly and put on the clean workout clothes she's most comfortable in. Negligees are fine for bedtime dates; for this, she's determined to at least try to be casual.
After a quick shower, she stares at herself in the mirror, while still naked. Lois had called out to her that she was leaving ten minutes ago, so she's confident that the office is locked down, with the lights off. The sense of quiet allows her time to reflect, wondering if there is any sense in putting herself through this. Her eyes are clear, her blonde-streaked hair messy.
Oops! I'd better run a brush through it, at least. Or not. Maybe this photographer -- wait! Is this a man or a woman? I think Lois said their name was Milo, or something like that. Anyway, if it's a boudoir set, shouldn't I look a little messy?
Shrugging her shoulders, Sharon notices her breasts as if for the first time today; the way they bounce. The surprising hardness of her nipples. The perfect tan lines she works so hard to achieve, having only access to a tanning bed here in the city. Glancing down, the sees the deep V of pale skin that the tiny bikini allows.
"Man have killed to reach the bottom of that..." she intones in a false deep voice, then laughs at herself. "Right! Keep telling yourself that, girl!"
Mira dresses quickly, then throws her backpack across her shoulders.
"Damn! I'm gonna be late! Thank god it's only a couple of blocks walk from her. Why am I always late?"
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Last session of the day, thank god. Beck and Sarah were rockstars, the baby, too. She got a few decent photos of her kicking in there! Poor Sarah though...my god...so alienlike, watching my goddaughter try to pry her way out like that...
Then Max. He's a repeat customer so she can't complain...but she does anyway. Jesus, he's demanding. Like, hello, I'm you're photographer, not your sub. Mira has boundaries that she's voiced on multiple occasions which Max abides by...until he doesn't. He's quick to backtrack but it's happening more often. It's exhausting but it keeps the lights on. Mira has wondered the past couple sessions with him when she'll be able to afford to tell him to find someone else to photograph his shaved asshole.
Mira is splashing water on her face and chugging another coffee when she hears the front door open, her last client, she assumes. She hears Cam make pleasantries and asks the client to take a seat until I come fetch her.
"Last one," Mira reassure herself in the bathroom mirror. "Then you can go home, crack open your latest Scarlet St. Clair novel, sit on your dildo, and have a romping great night alone. Again."
Mira quickly re-braids her hair into a bit of a circular crown on the back of her head, whisps of shorter hair breaking loose. She reapplies her mascara, hops out of the bathroom and double checks to make sure her camera is full of battery and a has a new memory card. Yep, all set.
She walks towards the lobby with 3 boxes of lingerie options under her arm.
She pauses in the doorframe when she catches a glimpse at her next client, waiting, texting feverishly on her phone, like she really needs to be anywhere but here.
Miss Grabby Hands.
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Sharon isn't sure who is more shocked when the photographer walks into the lobby, where she's waiting, At first she doesn't notice her; she is texting Lois some instructions for tomorrow morning that she didn't think could wait. Looking up...
What the... Oh my god, look who it is -- 'Miss goat cheese and cranberry sandwich stealer!'
Sharon stands quickly, her text not yet sent, as the woman puts out a hand in greeting, her eyes locked onto Sharon's.
"Oh! I mean... hi!" Sharon stammers, caught completely off-guard. "l... well, l think we've met... only we haven't really, have we?
God, she's just staring at me! Those eyes! How does a black-haired woman get such deep blue eyes? Unless she does her hair that color, or she's wearing contacts. I can see myself in those eyes!
The effect on Sharon is mesmerizing.
"I'm McMahon," she says. "Sharon. I... I mean, I-I'm Sharon. McMahon. In that order," she adds lamely.
Though her hand is out and she shakes Sharon's offered hand warmly enough, she hasn't said anything yet; just stared at Sharon, from her head to her feet, as if measuring up this sandwich thief in her shabby outfit who has somehow appeared, for the second time today, in her studio.
Sharon McMahon suddenly feels severely under-dressed, for one of the first times in her life!
"I... uh, yeah. Boudoir pictures, right? I-I brought a negligee with me. It may be a little rumpled. I... sorry. This isn't what I normally sleep in."
She laughs self-consciously. She seems to be reconsidering this whole idea.
"You know..."
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Mira tenses...squints and blinks both her eyes a few times to make sure she's actually seeing who she thinks she's seeing.
She slowly saunters over to Miss Grabby Hands as words just start spilling out of Miss Grabby Hands' mouth. Mira reaches out her arm to greet, her, properly, as Miss Grabby Hands is stumbling over saying her own name.
Mira can only stare...the word stumbling is endearing. Miss Grabby Hands is nervous. First timers usually are. I have to present a calm, cool, collected front for first timers. They're usually too scared to let someone see them in such vulnerable positions. Be cool, be your usual, detached self. You have to make her trust you and feel comfortable if you're to prove to her that what you do for a living isn't a waste of time.
She's still talking but Mira isn't hearing much of it.
Her eyes are laser focused on her client. She shifts from looking at her eyes, to her lips, to her hips, and back up. Mira has been warned before that she looks at people like they're prey and she's predator. What could she say, it was instinct.
Mira cleared her throat, cutting off whatever Miss Grabby Hands, Sharon, was about to say. Mira smirked, giving her an easy grin, and with the most soothing voice she could muster, spoke: "Sharon ... McMahon, in that order. Nice to meet you. First visit. Assistant tell us you think this'll be a waste of time, so..." she pauses to pretend to remember the warning... "prepare for sass." Her smile widens. "Sounds accurate, based on your sandwich entitlement. Thank you for paying, though. Very generous." Mira winks and motions for Sharon to follow her into the studio.
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As the woman turns to walk out of the lobby, Sharon notices something. Her stride is long, confident. She walks like she owns the world, and perhaps she does; at least, this little part of it. Sharon McMahon... in that order... is still flustered. She's dealt with CEOs and entrepeneurs, celebrities at every end of the spectrum, but this woman seems to have had her number with one encounter.
Sass? Where did she get that from? l didn't come here to take sass from anyone! And that crack about the sandwich... that was an easy mistake that anyone could have made...
Still, she has to admit: this woman, Mira -- she suddenly remembers her name -- comes highly recommended, and her personal magnetism is hard to resist.
Maybe it won't be the waste of time l thought it would be, she thinks. Maybe it'll even be... fun.
"I can handle a little sass," she mutters to herself, as she follows the woman back into the darkened setting of the studio, while trying not to stare at the shapely behind swaying ahead of her. "I'm right behind you," she calls, needlessly.
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"Oh no, the sass would be coming from you...so says your assistant." Mira corrects as Sharon puts her belongings down on a marron velvet couch right inside the studio. "But I can handle it. Photographers are notoriously...flexible."
Mira stares at Sharon again, waiting to see if she got the joke. "Anything for the perfect shot," Mira leans in to add.
Sharon is still as wide eyed as she was in the lobby. A deer in headlights. Cute. She is so out of her depth. Maybe all the sass stayed at HER office.
Mira continues ... "So you can choose to wear the negligee you brought, or you can take a look at these three," Mira instructs as she places the 3 luxury boxes on the couch and lifts the tops on each one. "The first is black leather, for the more daring types. The second is a pink fluffy teddy, for the ones who want a more innocent look, and the third is a dark red strappy number with a bit of lace, hard to get into but ooooh, it's worth it. I'll give you moment to decide and then there's a changing room behind me to get ready. If you need help, let me or Cam know, we've gotten people in and out of these things many times. Whatever you're comfortable with. And if once you're in one the temperature is too cold, I'll bump up the heat but the spot lamps on you should warm you up as well."
Mira pauses, rests her hands on her hips, hoping she was thorough enough but Sharon still looks a little lost...
"Do you have any questions or concerns?" Mira asks, waiting.
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Sharon is staring at the three outfits. None of them is anywhere close to what she would wear! She thinks about the one she brought -- a demure white number, silky and, she'd thought, kind of sexy. But compared to these! She digs into her backpack and pulls out the virginal white negligee -- which, she is ashamed to acknowledge, has a tear near the bottom that she'd hoped the photographer could hide through creative folding.
"Well, I..." She takes a breath, then drops her own negligee back into the backpack. "These are... nice."
She reaches out to feel the leather that the black number is made of. The aroma of warm leather makes her wonder who else has worn it, and what kind or person she'd have to be.
My god, that's a kinky thing!
Sharon admits to herself that she'd love to get herself into something like that, but she wonders what this woman would think of her, then. The smoothness, the sheer eroticism of feeling that against her skin, makes her tingle in a place that Sharon isn't comfortable with.
Not here. Not now! she thinks wildly, as she feels herself getting damp.
She drops the sexy black material as if it had suddenly burned her hand. Passes over the fluffy pink 'thing' -- pink is not a color she's ever felt defined her -- muttering, "I'm not fifteen, for Christ sake," and lifts the red one. It's... barely there. It weighs next to nothing, prompting Sharon to wonder how it would feel when worn.
Oh, fuck! Not again! At this rate, she's afraid, I'll be standing in a puddle, as she feels another clench 'down there' and its subsequent release of fluid. These leggings are certainly gonna show something I don't want to show, Sharon thinks, with no small amount of embarrassment. Still... She turns to Mira, who is watching her indecision with a smirk on her admittedly pretty face.
"Honestly, I don't know. Hopefully, you know body types, and what works best for any particular person. Can you choose for me? I'll go along with whatever you say, as long as I don't look slutty."
"Or is slutty what we're going for here? I'm so out of my depth, right now. I hate this!" Sharon sighs.
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As still as a cat, with a crooked brow, Mira watches Sharon move from one box to the next, very unsure of herself. The white outfit she brought looking a little worse for wear. She sees Sharon's thighs clench as she lifts the red strappy piece. Mira's eyes get larger...observing the way Sharon reacts to pieces of clothing.
Wow she is wound up TIGHT. I've never seen a person have so much trouble with this.
Mira steps in after Sharon declares "I hate this!"
Mira slides behind Sharon and places a, hopefully, comforting hand on her elbow, twisting her away slowly from the lingerie choices. "Ok, it's ok. This isn't easy. Slutty is definitely not the goal, making you feel good about yourself is the goal. If you're the most comfortable in what you brought, we can do that one. The ones in the boxes are brand new, we needed to update from our old selections, so no one has worn them, if you're concerned about that." Mira is holding Sharon by both elbows now, and has lowered them both to the side of the couch opposite the boxes.
"I can choose for you and help you change but I'd rather give you more time to think. In the meantime, do you want a water, or wine, or coffee?"
Cam peeks her head in, having heard Mira trying to calm Sharon down. "Yes, I can get you whatever you'd prefer!" Cam confirms.
Mira feels Sharon trembling, just a little, and acknowledges to herself that she jumped to judgement with this one. She thought TechCEO Grabby Hands was obviously full of herself, but she's the exact opposite. Mira wanted to take care of her, despite her usual stance of remaining aloof. She didn't think Sharon could handle detached Mira right now.
"It's ok, I've got you. And if you ultimately don't want to take the boudoir photos, you don't have to. We can just make you a new set of headshots, how about that?"
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The thought is tempting, but Sharon is nothing if not persistent and goal-oriented. It's what she based her business on, what she's known for. She was just caught off guard by... what? She's not sure. This. Everything. This woman, with the hypnotic stare. And now, the way she is almost cradling her in her arms.
I could use about two litres of wine right now, she thinks. Maybe I'll invite her out for a glass of wine after all this is over. She's not nearly the bitch I had her pegged as!
"No. I'll do the lingerie thing." She laughs. "My assistant would kill me if I backed out now!"
She half-turns to face Mira, losing herself momentarily in those ice-blue orbs.
"Seriously! Mira, to be honest, these are all sexy, and would probably make me look far better than I deserve. But which one do you see me in? That old rag I brought along was ill-advised, to say the least. I want something... not slutty, like you said. Classy? No... I don't know."
"I'm sorry, I'm usually not like this. You must think me an utter fool."
She smiles hopefully at Mira, curious as to which outfit the photographer thinks would best suit her. It's suddenly important to look her best for this woman, who she'll probably never see again -- unless it's to try to steal her sandwich again. Something makes her think she'll be eating there more often, though she's not sure why.
These thoughts make her laugh openly. Though Mira has no idea what the joke is, she's definitely a part of it.
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"I don't think you're a fool Sharon, I promise. I want to believe something else has got to be going on to get this flustered about a photoshoot but no judgement. I've had other clients I've had to calm down.
Mira releases her hold on Sharon's elbows, glancing at her to make sure she's still ok when she does. "How about we pair the red one with a red robe, there's a silk one in the armoire in the dressing room. That way you're more covered, if that's one of the things you're worried about." Mira pulls out the red lingerie, takes the other two boxes and places them under the couch. She lays the red piece out, exactly how it's supposed to fit on the body. "Here, so you can envision it on you first. The photo of this when I ordered it looked very tasteful, and with the robe you'll look like you're seducing the soon to be love of your life, haha"
Not knowing Sharon's orientation, Mira didn't want to say a gender either way. She feels a little tingle...there...picturing Sharon in the red, trying to seduce her... Shy, trying to cover up her bouncing tits and ample ass with the robe...god the way Mira would rip it off. No. Stop. That's certainly not on Sharon's mind. Let's just get through this as graciously as possible.
Mira licks her lips as Sharon picks up the red and chuckles on her way to the fitting room.
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It's probably a good thing we settled on one of the negligees, Sharon thinks. I'm probably starting to show, in these tights!
Sure enough, when she gets into the fitting room, she is horrified to see the size of the wet spot, once she peels the leggings down her legs and steps out of them. "Jesus, girl," she whispers to herself. "What's got into you?"
Her panties, too are soaked, but she has no alternative except to wear them. Fortunately, she'd worn a black thong; something that would go with most everything. She prays that Mira won't put her in a pose that will allow it to be seen.
The studio's pretty dark, so I should be good, she thinks. As for seducing the 'love of my life', I'll be happy if no one laughs when they bring up my Tinder or Bumble accounts, and decides I deserve a 'pity fuck' after all!
There's that drop of wetness again! Fortunately, there are wet-wipes provided in the changing room -- probably for mopping up excess perspiration in most cases, but Sharon is happy to use them for another purpose. Thinking about that leggy brunette in the combat boots waiting just outside. she's aware that she's perspiring a little, too.
C'mon, girl! Suck it up. If just anticipating wearing this is making you this flustered, these pictures should be fire!
As she pulls her crop top and sports bra off over her head and begins getting into the sexy red number, Sharon soon realizes she's hopelessly misunderstood what the finished product should look like. There are 'strings' and sashes hanging free all over the place, she notices, once she's gazed into the mirror. Sighing, she slips out of the piece and lays it on the surface of the armoire, extremely aware of how long it's taking her.
At this rate, I'll be paying for overtime, she thinks, flustered.
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Mira checks the clock...its' been 10 minutes and Sharon is still getting dressed. At this rate, we'd have to go over an hour to get some decent shots. That red piece did have a lot of straps...Let me get Cam, we'll see if Sharon needs help.
Mira knocks softly... "How are we doing in there? Sorry, I know the one I picked out is pretty complicated."
Nothing. Mira and Cam look at each other, then press their ears against the door. They hear movement, so hopefully Sharon hasn't choked herself on a series of straps.
"Sharon," Mira continues, "one of use can come in and help you, if you need it. We do this all the time, many of these costumes are 2-person jobs...sometimes even 3-person jobs."
They wait for Sharon to respond. One minute passes. Another. Then the door slowly opens.
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"I'm so sorry," Sharon says, stepping gingerly out, barefooted. Her face is flushed, but otherwise she seems to have gotten the outfit figured out. She closes the door behind her quickly, concerned that the aroma of her arousal might be picked up by either of the two women.
"I thought I might, indeed, have to ask for help," she jokes, "but I believe I got it figured out. Cam, can you check it out and tell me if this is right?"
Sharon raises her arms over her head and twirls slowly around, suddenly very conscious that the back of this nightwear leaves her ass completely exposed, and hoping no one notices any unusual 'essence' coming off her thong. She's wiped herself down methodically; there should be no problem. As she spins, though, she can't help but notice Mira's gaze dropping to her hips and staying there. As Cam traces the various strings around her and tugs one or two to where they should sit, the other woman is mysteriously still.
Cam seems satisfied. Mira, however, is another matter. Her brows are knitted together, her lower lip caught under her teeth.
"Is there... something wrong?" she asks the photographer, concerned by her apparent change of mood. "I can always change, if you don't think this does anything for me." Almost under her breath, she mutters, "I probably should have skipped that huge slice of chocolate pie on Tuesday, huh?" When Mira doesn't acknowledge her little joke, she takes a deep breath and waits to see if she's satisfied with Sharon's look.
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Sharon's question, and immediate doubt, about her body snaps Mira out of her trace. My god...her hips. I knew they were nice in the coffee shop but....fuck. Eat more chocolate pies if it fills you out so magnificently...
"Ahh no....no...nothing wrong," Mira, stumbling over her words now, fixes her face, eyes, and returns to reassuring Mira instead of predator Mira. "You look fantastic," she attempts to sound friendly and upbeat, instead of ridiculously turned on. She's not convinced she sounds the way she wants.
Without taking her eyes off Sharon...though...trying to look at her eyes not ...the rest of her....she grabs the red silk robe and hands holds it up, waiting for Sharon to slip her arms in.
"We'll start on the couch, if you'd like. And can move to ... the bed ... once you're comfortable."
Sharon turns around and reaches into the sleeves of the robe, her hair just slightly being across Mira's lips
God, she smells good. I want to feel her skin. Those fucking tan lines... Mira clenches her thighs together this time... fuck, this session is going to ruin me.
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Oh, this is more fun than I'd ever dreamed it could be, Sharon thinks. The poses seem to be easy enough; she just has to remember not to 'pose', but to act as naturally as she can. She's discovered a trick. Mira told her to look away, then 'glance' back at the camera, so as to appear more natural. Since our eyes are always moving, she explained. But Sharon has taken it further.
Instead of looking away, I'll instead look at Mira, who is operating the camera on a remote most of the time, she tells herself. And it works. Marvelously... except that she sometimes forgets to look back at the camera when Mira directs her to.
"Sharon? Hey, you with me?"
By the third time of Mira having to say her name aloud, Sharon realizes that her view of the person taking the pictures is better than anything else in the studio. Mira herself is adopting a variety of poses, contorting her lanky body as she seemingly checks the camera view from every angle imaginable. Her artfully torn jeans seem to move with a will of their own, tightening and highlighting certain body parts as she moves. The effect on Sharon is... interesting.
More than interesting.
Damn! My thong is soaked through again, she realizes. The red silk robe, which was meant to provide her with some sense of modesty, had long since been tossed aside, as Sharon decided she didn't need it. Perhaps I should have reconsidered that decision, she thinks now.
More alarmingly, her hips have taken on a life of their own, rolling almost undetectably (she hopes!) as she goes from pose to pose. Sharon suddenly realizes she's turned on, and grinding herself on every surface she comes into contact with, as she assumes each pose that Mira directs her to take. An irrational thought:
Get on this bed with me, girl, and there'll be some poses you won't want to show anyone!
Sharon hears her name called for the fourth time, but this time it's Mira telling her that perhaps it's time for a ten-minute break.
Wow she's really into it....who would've thought Sharon McMahon... in that order... would turn into THIS. I can't take my fucking eyes off her.
Mira is shifting and posing almost as hard as Sharon is, to get the angles that show off all her assets. They're all stunning though, every angle. Goddamn.
Sharon in red strappy lingerie is a force of nature, SASS all around but the best kind. The kind like...I wish this session could go longer...Sharon probably has plans though.
WHAT. THE. FUCK are you thinking, you never go out with clients. But maybe...to be able to just crawl in there with her...Well. Maybe I can say I want close ups? She couldn't know that this kind of lens can get extreme closeups from across the room, I don't NEED to get in the bed?
FOCUS. She's finally having a good time. Don't impose your intimidating ass on her fun. She keeps looking at me though. On my god I can tell already, I'm going to break all my rules so easy. You don't even know if she likes women. Stop. Fuck.
Click, click, click the camera continues to click despite Mira's internal conflict.
I need a break. I need to splash water on my face.
"Hey Sharon, how about we take ten? Do you need a water? Do you need...anything?"
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It's a break from posing, which has been no problem at all. But it's also a break from the intimate contact Sharon feels with her photographer, and it's like snapping a line, or turning off a light. There's almost a crack of electricity, a whiff of ozone.
Or maybe it's me I'm smelling! God knows, I must be putting off pheromones of some kind! The air seems charged.
"Uhm, yeah. Okay. I'm okay."
Perhaps it's the ensemble she's (barely) wearing, but Sharon hasn't been this... okay, HORNY! for a very long time. And there's not a male in sight.
Sharon takes a deep breath, pursing her lips and blowing it out slowly as she watches Mira walk over to the little refrigerator where they must keep refreshments. Without breaking her concentration, she watches the woman bend over, almost cat-like, and withdraw a bottled water.
When Mira suddenly turns to her, she startles.
Did she know I was watching her? God, what's wrong with me? All this, just to hopefully get a few dates, and right now all I want to do is... what? Change everything I've ever thought about... everything? I like to fuck men. Even with all their faults, there's still nothing like meeting someone new, dating them...
Sharon loses her train of thought when Mira smiles at her from across the room. She's leaning on the fridge now, her legs long and thrown casually out, those clunky boots somehow looking like high fashion on her. The rips in those jeans are intriguing to Sharon. Her eyes travel each one, trying to imagine the bits of skin they reveal, how soft and smooth they must be.
What the absolute fuck? she asks herself. This isn't me. I'm not into women, even with their spiky hair or their glorious eyes or their perfectly shaped asses. I don't do girls...
"Mira? Do you need more shots?" she calls. "I'm fine if you do, but I wondered if you'd want to get a glass of wine after? Sort of a thank you for you taking so much time with me. My treat. You've been... well, more than I expected."
"Oh, Cam is invited, too. Is she still here? I haven't seen her in a while."
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"Ahh no, Cam went home. She sent a text while we were shooting. It's 7pm, she goes home at 6," Mira smiles, the light from inside the fridge illuminating her more than she had been for the past 2 hours, the lights all on Sharon. Sharon can see she's worked up a sweat, bending every which way to take probably close to a thousand images.
Cute and sexy...whoa what, is she asking me out? Oh no, she just wants to thank me and Cam for making her feel comfortable. Don't lose your shit.
"It's late," Mira says, after taking a few more sips and running her finger in slow circles around the base of the water bottle. She watches Sharon gracefully remove herself from the twisted sheets of the bed, hips swiveling just enough to cause an ache between Mira's legs.
Go home. Think of Sharon when you cum. Think of her glistening tits and round, perfect ass. That's it. That's all you're allowed.
"I'm an annoyingly early riser, so I, uh, need to get home," Mira choked out with some effort.
Fuck, that hurt. The look on Sharon's face feels like she's hurt, too. Shit. I don't want to hurt her feelings.
"Uh, but, maybe I can buy YOU lunch tomorrow. Errr, make up for me being a bit of an ass at the cafe. I had you pegged wrong."
She's not Miss Grabby Hands. But for the love all God, do I want to do some grabbing.
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Fuck!
Sharon's disappointment is written all over her face, and she thinks she sees the same emotion on Mira's.
So, 7pm is late? What is this woman, a monk?
Sharon walks over to face Mira. She's not sure what she's doing, but she's a woman who is used to getting what she wants, and right now, all she wants is to spend more time with this beguiling creature. She still doesn't totally understand why; she just feels it. Taking the water bottle from Mira's hands, she up-ends it, drinking deeply.
"I guess l was thirsty, after all," she says, looking Mira directly in the eyes. "l was hoping for wine, but I have that back at my office, if you don't want to go to some noisy bar. I promise, I won't keep you up."
Their faces are inches apart. Sharon feels an urge to kiss her on the lips, but she fights it down. And this is no time for a test of wills, either. She can see the exhaustion on the other's face, now that she's this close.
It's been a long day for her, I can tell. Not to mention, a temperamental subject who couldn't make up her mind which outfit she wanted to wear, and then spent way too long trying to get into it! She won't pay for lunch, though. I want to buy her whatever she wants, just for putting up with me.
"You win. Lunch it is. But, set aside at least an hour and a half. And my choice of venues, my treat. You were no ass; it was just a mix-up," she says softly. "Now..."
"...I'm not sure if I can get out of this thing," she tells Mira, looking down at the flimsy negligee with all its strings, and chuckling. "I might need some help."
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Mira watches Sharon change...drastically. From a woman who couldn't make a damn decision to a woman who...isn't backing down. She watches as Sharon downs the rest of her water. Her lips firmly around the opening of the bottle...
Sharon keeps inching towards her with a very....determined...look on her face.
I could kiss her right now...sink my fingers into her hair....devour her the way I wish I would've when she was grinding on the prop bed, grinding the sheets that I'm definitely taking home with me tonight...to..uhh... "clean."
Sharon, now as sure of herself as Mira has seen this far, confesses "...I'm not sure if I can get out of this thing," looking down at the flimsy negligee with all its string, chuckles. "I might need some help."
The way Sharon looks at Mira now...beneath those sultry, batting eyelashes. Fuck me.
So Mira's brain short circuits and she blurts, "I'm a lesbian," as she takes a few steps away from Sharon, who is asking Mira to essentially undress her. She can't just...do...that...without Sharon knowing exactly who she's seeking help from. Licking her lips...Mira straightens back up. "Um, I just thought, you should know that before I help you. If you still want help. I've helped plenty of women in and out of these costumes...but..um... yeah. I just wanted you to know, since it's your first time."
Mira waits silently, very intent on keeping their eyes locked so her eyes don't stray to Sharon's other...fantastic...features.
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"I'm a lesbian."
Well, that was unexpected!
Sharon blinks, but otherwise maintains her steady gaze into Mira's arresting eyes. She's been in enough boardroom showdowns already, to know not to even blink, but her thoughts have been thrown into this major broad-slide.
A lesbian. That word hadn't even entered my mind this whole time, even considering her 'look'. That sleek, cat-like body and the way she moves. Not what I think about when l hear the word 'lesbian'. Maybe the hair should have been the giveaway? The combat boots and jeans look?
Sharon's thoughts are rebounding all over her brain. She realizes she's taking way too long to respond, but it's better to come up with something clever, she thinks, than to simply go, 'uhm...'
"Uhm..."
When Mira's eyes crinkle and she begins to snicker, Sharon can't help it. The tension between them has finally broken. She looks away and begins to laugh loudly, her chest wracking with long-suppressed release.
"Well, that was clever, wasn't it?" she manages, even as Mira reaches out a slim hand and places it on her forearm. Sharon can feel the other woman's body shaking, though Mira is mercifully attempting not to laugh too loudly at her shocked reply. Sharon doesn't care. She closes the distance and grips Mira's upper arms with her own hands, once again looking deeply into those hypnotic eyes.
God, how is it that I can fall so deeply into those eyes?
"Well, I'm not," she says, "though I'm beginning to wonder why not. Can I ask...?"
Mira is holding her breath. Sharon can clearly see that. She's wondering whether Sharon is going to tell her she doesn't look like a lesbian -- whatever that means -- or whether she's going to ask if she'd planned on seducing her, perhaps. Or a million other possibilities. Sharon can't let her drown in the same pool of her own thoughts as she'd just been doing.
"What do we do? I mean... whoa! This is entirely new for me. Why did you feel the need to tell me that? Is it even relevant? I still want that hour to share with you, regardless of what happens."
She is gripping Mira's arms like a life raft, she realizes. She doesn't want to let go. But she fears that, depending on Mira's next move, she could slide back into the ocean of her staid, straight lifestyle and drown, never knowing what could have been. She doesn't think she wants to, but she's still not sure. Her eyes search Mira's desperately, begging for some guidance.
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"Relevant?" Mira stops laughing, and tenses all over again. "YEAH, I would say so since you're aren't one, despite how ... you've... um, been looking at me. AND asking for help undressing. Professionalism, hello, like, do you WANT to be undressed by a lesbian that can't stop looking at your body? Don't you want a choice in the matter!"
Mira slaps her hand over her own mouth. This straight woman coming on to me, then asking why mentioning she's a lesbian is relevant. Fuck. I said too much. Has she really been wondering why she's not a lesbian?
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Sharon looks down, at the floor, At Mira's boots, Then up, up... seeing once again, the rips in her jeans, the hints of skin beneath. The way the rough material seems to stretch around that part of her anatomy, cradling that puffy mound in the most erotic way. Sharon makes her decision.
She can't look Mira in the eyes at this moment. If she did, she couldn't say what she says next.
"I... I do." She pauses, takes a deep breath. "I... I w-want to be undressed... by you," she whispers. Then, her words come in a rush. "I don't want you to be professional right now, Mira. I want you to... seize me. To do what I feel like you've been thinking about doing all evening, and god help me, I've been wanting you to do! I want... "
Fuck, I want all of that, and more! I've never wanted anything so badly in my life!
Words are incapable of expressing everything what she wants, so Sharon does the next best thing. She leans forward and slides her hands up and around Mira's neck, pulling her lips into a desperate meeting with her own. Both women's breaths are suspended momentarily, as the sudden action registers, then Sharon presses her tongue forward, to slip between her lips and swipe across Mira's surprised lips, making her preferences known in the only way she knows how.
Fuck lunch tomorrow, she thinks desperately. It's now or never.
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OH FUCK, Mira rushes to wrap her arms around Sharon, hungrily opening her mouth for their tongues to mingle....sweet fucking relief.
Lips locked, Mira moves her to the changing room and whips Sharon around so they're both looking in the mirror. Sharon's arms are reaching back, fumbling for Mira's pants button while Mira rushes to help remove all the red straps.
"So these photos..." Mira says breathlessly "weren't for a man in your life?"
Before Sharon could respond, Mira successfully removes the lingerie and throws it in the corner. She spins Sharon back around and picks her up, Sharon's legs wrapping around her. Sharon's perfect, naked tits on her in face now. She breathes deep, staring into Sharon's eyes as she takes a nipple into her mouth and sucks, long and deep. She bites, gently, playfully while holding her perfect ass in her hands.
"So fucking sexy" she exhales as she releases that perfect tit from her mouth. "Fuck, I want to taste every inch of you," as she lowers Sharon to the bed where they've just spent 2 hours dancing around their attraction.
Mira stands and removes her shirt and bra, leaving the pants and boots on for now. This very second, she can see a dripping wet pussy that needs her attention.
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"Oh, yesssss," Sharon sighs, as Mira's mouth descends onto her aching sex. She spreads her legs as far apart as she can, as Mira's hands on the backs of her thighs aid her in that.
She's now more exposed than she's ever been to another woman, and she doesn't mind a bit. The woman who works out at lunchtime instead of relaxing, because there aren't as many other women there to compare herself to, is now eager to share every facet of her toned body with Mira, this lean, charismatic flip-side to her raging lust. She aches to have Mira's breasts in her hands, but she can't reach them, and instead places her hands in the woman's hair, kneading the spiky tufts with her fingers as the pleasure spreads throughout her lower body.
"Oh, god, how do you do that?" she screams.
Her voice has reached a fever pitch already, her body responding to Mira's expert tonguing, her legs beginning to quiver with the first, rapid stages of what promises to be a monumental climax. Sharon throws her head back, submerging her face in the mass of pillows that she'd previously been using to rub against, in the midst of her unrequited desire. That desire has a name, and it's 'Mira.'
When her toes curl under and she gives full-throated voice to her pleasure in a long, shuddering moan, that name is on her lips, and seared onto her heart. Sharon's whole body feels likes it's being consumed by a fire so hot it's almost unbearable, but she craves being turned to ash, if this is what immolation feels like.
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Mira keeps her expert tongue inside Sharon's swollen pussy, thrusting in and out, then slow circular motions...taking it out to suck on her clit for a beat or two, then thrusting inside again... Mira she can feel her start to cum, she's getting louder, louder and shouting Mira's name into the vast, echo-y studio.
Mira watches Sharon cum, burying her face in the sheets to muffle her screams, her thighs tightening around Mira's head, boxing her ears, holding her face in place while Sharon rides every last wave of her first climax with a woman.
Mira continues to sop up of Sharon's cum, delivering sweet, slow kisses to her pussy and inner thighs, that are still reverberating though Sharon's body. Sharon finally releases her grip on Mira but but Mira doesn't move, not yet. She wants to savor this woman, this fucking rush of finally being about to do exactly what she's been wanting to do for hours.
The agony of just watching her body move and grind...and not be the object she's grinding onto...pure torture.
Now...she kind of wants to torture Sharon...in the sexiest way possible...for making her break all her "never go out with clients" rules.
One more long, agonizingly slow, full tongue lick from inside Sharon all the way up to her belly button, Mira moans and licks her lips. Predator Mira crawls up top of Sharon, swiftly takes her jaw in her hand, shifting Sharon from moaning into the sheets, to looking deep into the eyes of the woman she now belongs to.
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"I... ogod," Sharon whispers, staring into her new lover's eyes. "This is something I never imagined I wanted, or needed. And now that I have it, I don't want it to end."
She sees Mira smile bashfully, and it fills her heart with love for the photographer. Mira is, she sees, an amazing woman who has given her something more than just physical pleasure -- their entire time together on this day has been magical in so many ways. Sharon can't even imagine choosing from the photographs, once Mira brings them to her. She'll want to keep every one, as a reminder of each second she spent in Mira's presence. For now, though, there is more to learn.
"I want to learn... how to give you what you just gave me," she says softly, looking for encouragement in the dark-haired goddess's eyes. "I don't know if I can give you as much pleasure as you did me, but I think it's time for me to understand another woman's body, and to hopefully, bring you as much joy as you've just brought me."
With that, she rolls over, taking Mira with her. Once atop her, she kisses the woman deeply, letting Mira's tongue roam freely in her own mouth when offered. and gleefully tasting herself on the other's tongue.
It's... not disagreeable, she realizes, and knows that she'll have no trouble doing what she so badly wants to do.
She begins the long slide down Mira's body, pausing when her kisses lead her onto Mira's chest, where she seizes a nipple between her lips and sucks it in. Mira's gasp is her reward, as the brunette's hands gravitate into Sharon's hair, and she is thrilled to feel the dominant way the woman presses her face to her breast. Her tongue begins to circle the nipple, feeling it harden even more, and she can't help but smile.
First boundary crossed. Stand by for the main course, she thinks.
When she approaches Mira's abdomen, she pauses.
Okay, girl. Let's get this right, she tells herself. This woman deserves your best effort.
She's surprised when Mira's hands, which have followed her progress downward, suddenly tighten their grip on her scalp, and she's directed, with no hesitation, to Mira's perfect pussy. Her mouth opens without Sharon's even thinking about it, her tongue already out and moving.
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If someone had told me this afternoon that Miss Grabby Hands from the cafe would be eating out her first woman and that woman would be me, I would have laughed in their fucking face... and yet...Sharon is here...with her tongue exploring my pussy.
My god, the way she is moaning for it, working me for my pleasure. My first time with a woman certainly didn't go this well.
Mira keeps her legs wide open so Sharon has room to adjust herself if needed. Knowing how to make a person cum on your tongue can get tiring since tongue muscles aren't usually as active... while still managing to breathe with your head held tight in place by a pair of trembling, sweating thighs is for the pros...it's a lot to manage all at once and Mira wants to give Sharon enough freedom to come up for air, or change her mind if it gets overwhelming. Mira slowly grinds her hips, trying to do some of the work so Sharon doesn't tire as quickly...she's doing so well though. "Mmm Sharon, yes baby. right there." Mira guiding her to what feels the best...what angles are absolutely making Mira's entire body jerk with anticipation.
"Mmmm you're a natural...I can't believe I'm the only pussy you've ever eaten....mmmmm yes...maybe you learned the basics from men you've been with in the past...though...a man will never be as good at eating pussy as a woman."
Mira feels her climax building...climbing with every lick of Sharon's tongue, every suck of her clit in between Sharon's teeth. Her lips are reddened, wet, plump, mmmm and all Mira's.
"Fuck, yes....Sharon....mmmm...now be a good girl and make me cum."
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Sharon is eager -- perhaps over-eager -- and is gratified to feel Mira's thighs begin to close around her head. Mira is guiding her, both physically as well as verbally, telling her when she's doing good things to her. And though Sharon is finding that giving effective oral to another woman is a fair amount of work, she's thrilled to notice Mira's hips begin to flex as she grinds herself against Sharon's tongue.
She wants to cum. She needs me to make her cum.
Sharon makes sure to concentrate on the things that Mira has most commented on. She's learning, on the job as it were, and drawing pleasure from knowing she's giving so much pleasure. Mira's pussy is even more than she imagined -- it's beautiful, to begin with; and Mira is wet and soft in all the right places, sweet and tangy and altogether delicious as Sharon explores every surface with her questing tongue.
She remembers the absolute thunderbolt of pleasure she felt when Mira's lips surrounded her clitoris, so after sliding one slim finger up under her chin and inside Mira's clutching walls, she moves slightly upward and concentrates her efforts on the swollen, wet bulb that she's brought out of hiding with her previous actions. It's like a plump berry, waiting to be enjoyed, and when Sharon's lips form a suction around it and she uses the tip of her tongue to tease its surface, Mira's verbal tutoring becomes a hoarse exhortation of "Yes! Yes! Oh god, right there! Yessss!"
Sharon's finger curls upward, into the spongy spot just beneath her chin, and Mira's hips rise as she pushes herself upward, seeking more. Sharon has learned, though, and rises with her, denying her more contact -- which only drives the woman's insatiable need to orgasm that much higher. As Mira's fists beat against the sheets beneath her, Sharon increases the suction on Mira's clit, and begins to moan loudly at the same time. The resulting vibrations transmitted through her lips drive Mira past the point of no return.
"FUCKKKKK!!!"
Her climax is epic to experience, majestic to watch and to hear. As Mira's hips thrust wildly, Sharon keeps herself firmly planted between the woman's strong thighs, riding Mira's orgasm as if it were her own. Mira's ankles are still bound by her jeans and boots, restricting her movements to raising and lowering her hips, which only seems to drive the woman even harder. When the fluid hits her face, Sharon drives her mouth back onto Mira's pleasure center with the sole aim of drinking in every drop of her juices she can, and she's rewarded with a rich bounty of flavors. One lap of her tongue, and Mira seems to re-ignite, traversing through another series of shuddering contortions.
Sharon allows her to come down, hanging onto Mira's hips as she keeps her cheek pressed firmly to her lower belly, occasionally planting soft kisses on her upper thigh, and at last she hears Mira inhale deeply and then exhale.
"I... I hope it was as good..."
Sharon realizes the inadequacy of her words, and instead sighs softly as she rests her face against the smooth skin of her first female lover, inhaling her essence.
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They lay there catching their breath for a few moments.
Fuck me, I haven't cum that hard in months. My sweet girl learns quick. I should check on her, once I catch my breath...mmm she feels so soft resting between my legs, I can feel her breaths in and out against the wetness of my very eaten pussy.
After a minute or two of listening to each other's breathing slow down and even out, Mira lifts herself in order to take Sharon's face in one hand and remove her jeans and boots with the other. Sharon perks up and sees Mira attempting to get fully undressed and decides to help untie the boots. As Sharon reaches to assist, Mira buries her head against Sharon's neck to plant kisses and playful bites, making Sharon shudder with lust once again. Mira lets her free fingertips roam up and down Sharon's spine just barely touching her sweat-moistened skin. They both work off the boots and jeans with minimal struggle then Mira eases Sharon onto her back. Mira intertwines her leg in between Sharon's, while propping up her head on her hand so she's laying on her side, half on the bed and half on top of Sharon.
Wordlessly, their breasts touch, pooling and giving way for the other. Mira watches as she runs one finger, so lightly, from Sharon's lips, following every contour, down the chin, down to her other breast, which is heaving up and down at a steady pace. Mira circles the nipple several times, making it impossibly hard and pointed. She runs her finger down over her rib cage, lower to circle her belly button, lower over her mound until she finds Sharon's pussy again.
"I'll never get enough of your body, you know that?" Mira tears her eyes away from the finger massaging Sharon's clit to look into her eyes again. "I could tell in the coffee shop what a magnificent ass you were hiding..." she slips her finger into Sharon's softest spot, Mira watching the look on her face when she feels it penetrate... "but you can't hide from me anymore."
"Does my good girl want another orgasm?" Mira asks as she inserts a second finger.
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“Mmmmm, you’re too sweet,” Sharon murmurs, as Mira’s fingers begin to tease and torture her sensitive pussy. She thinks back to her first contact with Mira, and wishes she could rearrange events, but she supposes it doesn’t matter now.
I’m starting to think she likes me!
She slides her hand down and holds Mira’s wrist loosely, feeling the muscles in her arm flex and relax as Mira thrums her fingers inside Sharon, as if she’s playing an instrument. If she’s not a musician, she’s missing her calling, Sharon thinks.
“Oh my god, that’s... soooo nice.”
Do I want another orgasm? Do I want to breathe again? Sharon asks herself. I’m not sure I’ll be able to do both, but if not, I’ll that this kind of pleasure any day!
“Should I beg you for it?” she asks playfully, leaning in to whisper into Mira’s ear. “I’m not above that, you know.”
Mira chuckles and ups the tempo of her manipulations, grinning as Sharon’s eyes close and her head snaps back. Sharon’s mouth falls open as a primal sigh of pleasure makes its way from deep in her throat.
Surely this woman isn’t from this world, she thinks abstractly. No one could have that direct a line to my soul! I should report her to someone. But not yet...
“...not yet.”
Mira, confused, turns her gaze back to Sharon’s eyes, which are still closed as her chest rises and falls more rapidly, her nipples pointing skyward.
“No?”
Sharon’s eyes pop open.
“Oh! Oh, god, NO!” she gasps. “I... I mean, yes, of course I want to cum! Did I say that out loud? Please, honey...”
Her grip tightens on Mira’s wrist, urging her to continue. This sweet torture is something Sharon has never experienced. Not from all the men in her life, and she doesn’t ever want it to stop!
“You’re going to have to clear a lot more time on your calendar,” Sharon tells her, regarding her from half-lidded eyes. “And forget about getting up early tomorrow. I’m going to make sure you don’t get to sleep!”
Sharon eases one leg outward, giving her lover more access to her pussy, as her plush body begins to shudder with the deep stirrings of her next climax.
“Oh, sweet Jesus,” she sighs, just before the first wracking gasp is torn from her throat.
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Mira slides down Sharon's body the second she starts to gasp and scream, desperate to swallow this second round of cum, Sharon's pussy shots the most delicious she's ever tasted.
She keeps working her fingers until Sharon is completely undone. Mira's mouth replaces her fingers to lick every drop, and to prolong Sharon's orgasm, riding those last few waves of pleasure with abandon.
"Mmmmm," Mira hums against Sharon's sweet, recovering center as Sharon rubs her pussy all over Mira's face like she's been doing all her life.
Mira crawls back on top of Sharon with the prowess of a cougar and takes Sharon's lips with her own. Tongues wrestling, while lower they can both feel their, dripping breasts sliding across each other as their mouths move side to side, hips and mounds grinding, insatiable.
Suddenly, Mira stands. 6 foot tall, her perfect blend of masculine and feminine body fully on display. Her pussy dripping. Her breasts and mouth red from continued contact. Her sky blues eyes blown with desire.
"Get dressed," Mira demands.
"Oh...um...to go where? I'm perfectly comfortable here," Sharon replies...with that sass Mira's been warned about.
"My place. I want to feed you and then pull out some of my favorite...accessories...for round 3, sweetheart."
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Sharon doesn't even have to consider this; if Mira wants to take her back to her place, she's all for it. And, she realizes, neither of them has eaten anything since lunch, and it's almost 9 o'clock.
"Yes, Miss," she murmurs, automatically assuming a submissive role in this relationship -- although she's been a leader in so many other areas of her life.
In this role, she feels comfortable, and safe. This woman, as demanding and confident as she is, will not abuse her, she knows -- and if she does, it will only be in the most erotic ways. That thought sends a feeling of warmth throughout her body.
Sharon lays there for a few moments, watching Mira move, as the woman gathers her clothes and prepares to cover herself again. She thinks she could lie here forever, just watching Mira; her movements are smooth, cat-like; but combined with the strength Sharon has known all too well.
She's a marvel, Sharon thinks.
Mira stops. She turns her gaze on Sharon, who hasn't moved.
"What?" she asks, looking at her quizzically. "You forget how to get dressed?" She drops her bundle of clothes on the bed and slithers over Sharon again. "I could dress you, like a Barbie doll," she whispers. "Or I could just throw you over my shoulder and carry you out of here, naked." She chuckles.
Sharon kisses her quickly, grinning the whole time.
"Okay, okay, I get it. But, please, just let me admire you for a few more seconds. Then you can take me home and do anything you want to me."
Sharon continues to grin as Mira's mock-evil laughter echoes throughout the vast, dark studio.
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Mira assists Sharon in putting her clothes back on, but regrets it the second she can't see those glorious tits anymore. Mira does a quick undressing of the prop bed, throwing all the sheets into a laundry basket. She doesn't want to forget to change them before a client wants to pose on sheets covered in her and Sharon's sweat, cum and saliva.
She ushers Sharon into the lobby by a hand curved around her ass, desperate to at least keep touching her if she can't see her naked right now. "Next time, I'm taking you on the front desk," Mira smiles as she locks the studio door behind them.
As she swings her arm around Sharon's shoulders to walk her the six blocks to Mira's apartment, a twinge of fear enters Mira's thoughts...this is going better than most hookups. Then she gets possessive. All she wants is something long term. Like, rest-of-her-life-long- term but apparently, that's not what her past sexual partners have wanted. In Mira's mind it was a simple equation of 1. you confess you like each other, 2. you have sex 3. you hang out everyday and have sex everyday following, exclusively. Simple. Apparently that instant intensity was too much for them. So things would always end after a few fun, all-encompassing days. One relationship did last a few months, but as Mira's intensity didn't lighten up...her ex pulled away, which only made Mira get more possessive. Ugh. She tries to tell herself there is someone out there that will love her for the way she falls so hard, so quick. Or maybe she doesn't give her partners enough freedom? Does she just expect too much? She's sure her icy blue stare doesn't help...partners always assume she's thinking the worst behind those eyes when really she's just resigning herself to having to let them go, just like the last one.
Mira tries to shake it off...even contemplating not being able to see Sharon every day for the rest of her life would ruin what's happening right now. Even if it's just a fun night or two, just enjoy it. If she decides tomorrow that she's straight as an arrow, you got to consume her for one night and it was magnificent.
Sharon holds tightly onto Mira the whole six blocks. She's only a little concerned that openly hanging on a woman in public would damage her career but not enough to release Mira from her grasp. Plus it's dark, late, and the high she's riding from multiple orgasms was enough to make anyone not give a fuck who sees.
Mira leads Sharon up a short flight of stairs to the door of her brownstone apartment building. The building must be at least one hundred years old. It's so stately. With Mira's hand on the small of Sharon's back, she leads her inside and immediately begins kisses her neck while pulling Sharon's hips up against hers as they slowing make their way up one more flight of stairs....mmm that walk was torture for Mira, not allowing herself to show too much affection since Sharon isn't out, publicly. Mira comes to the door on the 2nd landing and unlocks the door, ushering Sharon into her home. Or lair, as Sharon would call it. Only dim lamps are on, showing small glimpses of the living room. Everything looks lush and velvety, from the armchairs and couches to the drapes and blankets. Mira doesn't turn on any other lights, Sharon's eye adjusting to the photographer's cave. "Hungry?" Mira whispers into her ear. Mira then takes Sharon's earlobe into her mouth, her tongue tracing the edge of it, then fully licking the skin behind the ear as Sharon feels hands finding the skin under her shirt...and moving up to massage her peaked nipples.
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Mira's hands have been all over Sharon on the walk here, but that only heightened her need to have the younger woman possess her completely.
"Starved," she admits, giggling as Mira teases her ear and neck. "For anything you can give me," she adds, wanting Mira to know that, even if she denied her food, Sharon would still be here for the rest, naked and needy.
Jesus, I've really gone into this full-tilt, she thinks. But that's the way I do everything, when I find something I want.
In this case, though, she finds herself not feeling like being the one who decides what happens. She's perfectly happy to see where this takes her. She's never experienced this lack of control, or enjoyed it so much! Thinking back about what Mira was like in the studio -- controlling the entire set, setting the mood, directing her poses -- despite her initial feeling that she was too curvy, not toned enough, Mira made her feel like she was the most beautiful woman in the world. She's certain that these pictures are going to be something she'll always treasure, even if Mira tires of physically possessing her.
For the moment, that's exactly what's happening. As Mira's hand caresses her beneath her shirt and her heart rate begins to rise yet again, Sharon feels herself slipping under the spell of this mystical, devastatingly alluring woman once more -- and is soon on her back, naked, with Mira once again making her body sing.
"I don't think we're going to be eating for a while," she gasps, as Mira's mouth closes over her nipple.
There are a few moments of complete surrender for her before Mira releases her over-sensitive nipple and quips, "Don't bet on that, sweetheart," and begins to slide down Sharon's lush body once again.
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Mira slides down, her tongue rolling over every contour until she finds the clitoris. She gives Sharon a devious smile from between her trembling thighs...clamps down on her clit for one hard, deep suck and then stands up and walks to the kitchen, leaving Sharon wide eyed on the bed.
Mira laughs as she walks backward...watching Sharon, expression baffled, but Mira needs a drink. She reaches the kitchen and pulls a bottle of red from her cabinet. "Do you want a glass of wine?" she calls, expecting Sharon to be relaxing in bed. Instead, Sharon stomps her way to the kitchen counter, half mad, half aroused...grabs the bottle from Mira's grasp.
"This is what you left me in bed for? This 9 dollar wine?"
Mira laughs and snatches the wine back. "I'm parched, Miss Grabby Hands, and we should both eat something. Food. Not each other, if we plan to keep going the way your eyes, and..." Mira reaches between Sharon's legs," pussy, are begging me to."
Sharon giggles..."ok, food," moving towards to the fridge to see what her options are.
"Any food allergies?" Mira asks as she slides next to Sharon, the cool air of the fridge a welcome addition to the warm heat of their bodies. She slides her tongue along Sharon's bottom lip. One hand grabs her ass while the other pours the wine into one glass on the counter.
"No...." Sharon coos as she melts into Mira's mouth. The hand on Sharon's ass moves lower...briefly fondling her cute little asshole, then finding that wet pussy and massaging the outer rim.
Mira grabs a tub of raspberries out of the fridge, and a squeeze bottle of honey out of the pantry. Sharon takes a swig of the wine and waits for instruction.
"Go lie on your back, baby," Mira whispers, so Sharon obediently turns, wine in hand, and carries herself back to the bedroom.
Sharon sets the wine on the side table, then quickly props her upper body on a couple pillows, legs spread just enough for her wetness to be evident. Only one lamp light allows the room to stay in mostly darkness. The light from the kitchen illuminating Mira's body from behind as she stalks her prey.
Mira pries Sharon's legs wider apart. She sits on her kneed between Sharon's legs, slowly pouring drops of honey into the inside of one raspberry. Sharon watches...unsure...
Mira bends down, face close to Sharon's opening...just enough light from the kitchen to see it pulsing...Mira takes the fruit and pushes it right inside...the cold making Sharon gasp. Pussy juices coat the raspberry and a little honey spills out, dripping down Sharon's folds and onto her ass. Mira watches as juices and syrups mingle with each other, and Sharon get impatient...her hips rotating, the raspberry still visible and moving inside her flesh, her pussy tight enough to hold onto it. Her tongue reaches out to lick the drop of honey that has settled on Sharon's hole, her tongue absorbing the honey while nudging at the knotted skin. She licks upwards until her mouth feels the raspberry. With a sudden sucking force, the raspberry is in her mouth, leaving Sharon's pussy empty, cold and sticky with honey.