The Library And The Photographer

THE LIBRARY AND THE PHOTOGRAPHER It was a perfect day to do a bit of shopping. My Lover had given me some wardrobe ideas that I thought I?d put into practice by dressing in a red lace garter belt red stockings and red high heels. This was topped off with just my long red robe coat. The feeling of being naked underneath was positively exhilarating heightened only by the femininity of the lingerie. I felt very sexy! I wanted to go to a bookstore and see what they had regarding old photographs. I recently inherited a truck of old photos from my Grandfather who was a professional photographer. The trunk contained many, many pictures of nude women and some pornography from earlier times. It was my desire to be able to date them a little better and learn how to preserve them as well. (It was also quite enlightening to learn that my sexual desire was apparently an inherited trait!) I did however become side tracked in route, my attention captured by some new boots. It was a self-service store; I prefer the old fashioned type where you receive personal attention and fitting. I enjoy the attention! In this case I did make an exception and found a wonderful pair of UGG boots that will be perfect for colder days. In case you?re curious, these are sheepskin lined warm boots that are stylish and very comfortable. As I resumed my journey to the bookstore, my robe coat would occasionally open along my legs garnering more than one double take; however, the length prohibits too much unwanted exposure but certainly allows for quick full exposure when the opportunity presents itself. (I find myself becoming an exhibitionist to greater and greater degrees.) Inside the store I searched among the various sections and finally located a couple of books that I thought might be suitable and settled into one of the chairs to more thoroughly review them. In so doing, I evidently revealed a bit more leg than what was sociably acceptable at this establishment for in a few moments an employee politely asked me to leave the premises as I was distracting the other customers. I am still amazed at my reaction! I was not upset or embarrassed at all! In fact, quite to the contrary, I found it highly amusing! The books were not what I was looking for so without hesitation I left the shoppe deciding that the library would be a much better source of information. I was a bit more conservative as I perused the stacks of books and also more perplexed at finding the volumes I required. It was then that a valiant young man by the name of Rodger came to my aid. It seems Rodger is a photographic specialist and professor and, as I soon found out, a bit of an expert in the navigating through the maze of information. We soon struck up a hushed conversation whereby I explained I had some old photos and was trying to date them and so forth. He was quite helpful in selecting some books and suggested we take a table out of the way to review them in greater detail and where he could study a few of the sample photos I had with me. I was certainly not leading the man on and in fact made sure my coat was bound tightly around me as we found a concealed table. He was a little taken aback when I showed him the nude photos grandfather had taken. When I said they were,? portraits, ?I?m sure he envisioned something else! Nevertheless he studied them zealously commenting on the quality, clarity and details that would help date the pictures. We soon struck up a rather friendly conversation even in the hushed environment of the library and soon our conversation became quite relaxed, friendly and a little bit on the vulgar side due to the explicit nature of the prints. Rodger took me by surprised and asked me to face him. Unexpectedly and swiftly he leaned forward and undid the sash of my coat and pulled it open slightly. If the photos surprised him, my outfit almost assuredly did him in. ?I suspected you were wearing something quite delicious but never expected that,? he murmured. ?Astonishing, absolutely astonishing.? His eyes darted up and down my body drinking me in and then, just as before he leaned forward and opened my coat this time fully exposing me. I hurriedly looked around and secured the feeling that we were quite secluded and therefore relaxed and enjoyed Rodger?s gaze. He marveled at my stocking and suspenders, commented favorably on my tiny breasts and very erect nipples. He once again leaned forward this time parting my knees revealing my very bare pussy. He looked into my eyes, ?Beautiful, how very beautiful,? and then turned downward to stare between my legs parting them even further. I was becoming very excited especially when Rodger lifted my left leg and placed my foot on his thigh. He began to massage my upper thigh as he examined my vulva commenting on its shape, color, contour and such arousing me to an astounding degree especially when my foot found his enlarged penis! We talked directly about having sex when he leaned over once again but this time closing my coat, jumping up and stammering that he?d be back shortly. I was left wondering where he gotten to and could not help but think that he was wanking off in the men?s room or some such thing. When he returned he took my hand and pulled me behind him up a stair case and into a back research room of the library. He shut the door behind him giving us some privacy but also leading me directly to a table adjacent to window where he removed my coat entirely so I could look out the window as I felt him undress. When I turned around I was amazed to find him completely nude! Decisively he laid me on the table and pulled my legs up over his shoulders and promptly entered me. He slid in easily as I was quite ready and in just a few strokes he was fucking me deeply and running his hands up my stockings. My breasts quivered from his thrusts and he leaned over me driving deeper into me. I lifted my buttocks from the table and he reached around and me toward him. We kissed and could he kiss! Our tongues danced and swirled as we struggled to breathe. Our thrusts became more urgent and he flooded my vagina with his hot male semen that pushed me over the edge and, with our mouths entwined we finished our orgasm together. Panting and quivering, we broke our bond, senseless from the passion of the moment. So excited was Rodger that, even though he just spewed his seed, his cock remained engorged. Rodger spun me around the small table so that my groin was to the window, my legs bent at the knees dangling over the edge. He pulled my legs wide open, as wide as he could. I could feel the sun streaming through the glass, warming my pussy from the outside as his warmth oozed out from my steamy vagina. I felt I was open to the world! Rodger then lowered my head over the other side of the table so it too hung down. I knew what was coming and opened my mouth and reached behind him and guided his strong buttocks led by his enraged cock into my mouth. I tasted the sticky tangy mixture of our combined love juices. The strong flavor intoxicates me! Rodger squeezes my tits, pinching and pulling my nipples as the world watched me finger my clit! I feel his scrotum on my nose and I wanted more! He leaned into me obligingly and thumped my throat with his tool. Saliva poured from my mouth, draining up my face as he now grinded his hips into my mouth; his pubic hair, while matted down with the force of our bodies was abrasive on my face. Deep in my throat, Rodger rotated and fucked my throat. My breath was gathered in short gasps as he moved back and forth. He cums! I cum! Waves of cream spiral directly down my throat guzzled down in wanton abandonment. He?s panting. His quickly shrinking penis drips onto my throat as I gently nuzzle and suck his hairy balls. ?Oh fuck, fuck, oh fuck,? is all he can say while I cannot remember having two massive orgasms in such short a time. As we dress we make a date for Monday night dinner. I met Rodger Monday night for dinner. As I surprise, I wore my new Christmas gift given to me by a Lover. It's a hand-made Irish lace tea dress with a sheer front and embroidered, white cotton tulle. The dress closes in back with hooks and threads loops and is from the Edwardian era. It must have cost him a bloody fortune. It's made to be worn over a slip but I wore it that night with nothing on under it except white seamed thigh highs. The sheer panel certainly displayed my little boobs and garnered lots of stares. The bottom hints that I was not wearing anything under it and I'm sure that was the subject of much speculation but you have to be real close in order to confirm your suspicions! I felt extremely sexy in it. Rodger was captivated by it and I was captive by his conversation which lasted many hours. He was very easy to talk to, a rare trait these days and we talked about everything. I ended this very special dinner by inviting him over my home to see the vintage photos collection he readily accepted! Once in my living room, Rodger slipped his hands around me and fondly fondled my diminutive breasts while kissing and nibbling my neck and ears. He then began to undo my dress but struggled with the unfamiliar clasps. As for me, this made me giddy with excitement! I felt as if I was a bride being helped out of her wedding gown by her new husband except I was married, cheating on my husband, in his own house wearing a dress bought by another man! My excitement was rampant. I tingled with each closure being undone and practically had an orgasm when my gown feel to the floor. Rodger then got on his knees and removed my white heels and then began to slowly slide my hose down each leg pausing intermittently to lick and toy with my pussy and clit. I wanted him so badly! His moustache tickled and teased me as he sensuously glided my hose from my legs. When I was naked and from his knees he gently held my hands as he appreciatively eyed every inch of my body causing my tingling to heighten beyond what I thought possible. He asked me to part my legs; I complied with weak knees and then, as he held my hands went about kissing, tonguing, licking and nibbling my pussy until I exploded on him. I was positively flushed from my mammoth orgasm as Rodger kissed me very deeply. I stood by and then watched as he disrobed completely for my pleasure. It was beautiful and Rodger understood the difference between being naked and completely naked and both of us were completely, totally naked. I desperately wanted to please him but he forbade me focusing instead on my interests and conversation as we reviewed the mountain of photographs taken by grandfather. The task was overwhelming but, as some captured his special interests, I would stroke his cock as he talked about the pose, or the woman or the sex captured on film. He became very excited when he saw pictures of my mother and my aunt and I did manage to lick his cock a bit as he talked about my family. But still he would not have sex. Finally he confessed that he wanted to do something very special. I had told him that another Lover had created a ?To Do? list of sexual activities I was to complete for him. Rodger had decided that together we would do 1 item on the list but that it had to take place at dawn. Since it was already quite late we went to bed. Rodger nodded off directly but I had trouble sleeping but relaxed spooning him and feeling his cock against my bottom, his arm draped over my hips and his soft warm breath on my neck. I enjoyed having him in my bed. We awoke before dawn. I watched in surprise as Rodger went outside naked and stood by the street and lit his pipe. It was strangely sexually exciting to see him standing there totally relaxed and totally nude! When he finished his pipe, he came indoors and kissed me very deeply. I hugged his cold body tightly against my warm naked one and rubbed his back to warm him up. He then led me outside and together we walked down the street naked in the pre-dawn hours. The cold was exhilarating amplified by the incredible sensual nature of our walk. When we were near the corner, Rodger asked me to suck his cock. I was honored to squat before him and take his member into my mouth, warming it and causing it to rise within the tender warmth of my mouth. When he was fully erect, we walked back to my stoop with me holding his erect penis firmly in my hand. Rodger sat me on the highest step; the cold concrete sent shivers through my buttocks and up my spine. The sun was just beginning to poke through the horizon as Rodger parted my legs as wide as possible and lowered his head to my pussy. He pulled my labia apart and then opened my vagina and licked me from my anus to my clitoris. I gasped in amazement as his mouth made love to my womanhood. The stillness of the emerging morning sunlight, the silence of the neighborhood, the vulgarity of his act brought me quickly to the edge but he stopped before I could release. I could see he was now rock hard as we exchanged positions; but instead of going down on him, he had me straddle his legs and lower myself onto his solid member. He slid in easily and fully as I descended on him. He pulled me tightly to him and kissed me deeply. I could taste myself on his mouth and moustache as we kissed magnificently and deeply. I squeezed his cock inside me; his hands ravaged my naked back and arse; we forgot about the cold, the heat of our passion warming us. I was again close to cumming when he told me to turn around on him. He pulled my knees wide apart as I guided his glorious cock into my cunt. I was split apart held together by his manhood as he tugged at my nipples and clasped my breasts. As we fucked he told me to watch for lights being turned on and we would stop when 3 lights were spied. I began to rotate my hips on him and fuck him when the first light appeared followed quickly by another and then another. I begged him to make it five and he began to rub my clit as I rubbed my tits. I leaned forward and back using his cock as a pivot point. We were both close when he suggested we don?t stop until we saw a door open. I turned and tried to kiss him with excitement but instead out tongues twirled about in the open air. I reached under and grabbed his balls; his scrotum was tight and cold, drawn up fully by this erection and the elements. My hot hand encased his testicles and he lost control shooting spurt after spurt of hot sperm into my womb. My body began to ripple as waves of bliss over took me. From my chest to my knees I bent around his spasms contracting and drawing his seed inside me. Neither of us could move for what seemed minutes. Rodger remained hard within me and rubbed my tender clit as I caressed his balls. I remained splayed on his cock enjoying his touches and caresses until he saw a shadowy figure move across the distant street signally us to move indoors. Reluctantly I climbed off him, stiff from the cold. I clamped my hand over my pussy wanting to keep his warmth and seed inside me as we edged inside to the warmth of the house. Here we caressed and kissed warming each other. We remained quite naked in spite of being chilled as I made some hot coffee. Over breakfast, Rodger planned the balance of the day; but that?s another story. If you want me to continue, please write at vidi789@hotmail.com. All comments are also welcome. 5679 1.32/512345