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Frank had begun photographing the sleek skysc****r in front of him. He had photographed an untold number of them. After a while they began to all look alike. Sometimes it was a struggle. If it wasn’t for the fact that the client gave him a hefty fee, he would have skipped this job.
Frank set up his camera in the courtyard of the building. It was a warm spring day, one where there was a hint of summer on the breeze. Frank busied himself getting his equipment set up. He scarcely noticed the people who had come out to enjoy the first respite from winter.
Joan was one of those people. She was on her lunch break from working in the adjacent office building. She sat down on the side of a planter to enjoy her sandwich and fruit and to take in the sun. There was a slight breeze and it blew her golden hair around her blue eyes and creamy skin.
It had been a long while since she had taken a vacation, this year she was thinking of going to Hawaii. She needed to get away from the crowds and the noise of the city for awhile. Ever since she had gotten divorced Joan had wanted to go someplace special and do something for herself.
As she sat there musing the possibilities in Hawaii she parted her legs slightly and she felt the sun on her legs and the cool breeze forming caressing fingers to tease the edge of her thighs. She smiled as she closed her eyes and thought wonderful thoughts of Hawaii.
Frank was looking for an interesting angle for the building. He wanted something that would be out of the ordinary but not too shocking. He looked around the courtyard and found the perfect spot. As he moved his camera into position something caught his eye in the viewfinder.
He slowly moved the camera back and he realized that he had seen the woman sitting across from him. As he continued to spy on her through the camera he noticed that her legs were slightly apart. Zooming in the lens, he was just able to make out in the shadowy depths of the skirt the white of her panties. Such a sight began to excite him. Against his better judgment he continued to focus the camera there, crouching lower so as to have a better angle.
Joan opened her eyes and was momentarily startled to see the photographer about 20 yards in front of her focusing his camera on her. But that was quickly replaced by excitement. She gave him a wicked smile as she realized he could see everything. So instead of closing her legs she opened them further.
Frank had an even better view now. He could clearly make out the white of her panties and he thought he could see the shadowy outline of her hair. He didn’t want to be too obvious, but when he saw her smiling he relaxed a little and stared a little bit longer.
He finally got up the courage to approach her. He was trying to figure out what to say to her realizing she saw him staring. But he didn’t have to worry, because Jane spoke first. She asked him if he liked the view. Frank replied that it was the finest he had seen. Joan smiled again and asked him if there was something else that happened, as she looked down to see the slight bulge in his pants. Frank had to admit that it had excited him.
“So do you look up women’s skirts for a living?” Joan asked. “Well this is only the second time, normally I am a freelance photographer.” Frank found out that Joan also had an interest in photography so he invited her back to his studio to see some of his work.
When they arrived, Frank got out some of his better portfolios and Joan really enjoyed some of the images of buildings he was able to get. But at the same time, she was beginning to think about what it would be like to have Frank photograph her in her skirt.
“Would you like to photograph me?” Jane asked. “What?” Frank replied startled by her question. “What would you think about photographing me? And don’t say no because I know you want to.” Frank eagerly jumped at the idea.
He led her to the center of the studio where there was a stool in front of the backdrop. He had her get into position as he adjusted his camera. At first he took some conventional shots focusing on the front of her skirt and her knees, which she had together.
Then he began to get more daring, having Joan open her legs a little each time. He could see the inside of her golden thighs and he began to get excited again. It was hard for him to work with the bulge in the front of his pants.
Joan, too was turned on. She began to feel a warm moistness in her panties as Frank had her open her legs further and further. Seeing his bulge didn’t help either as it sent tingles through her. Frank must be able to see her panties by now, she had her legs spread far enough.
Frank was indeed able to see her panties. As he zoomed in he caught the inky gray shadow of them against her thighs. Adjusting the lights, he cast more light down lower and now it began to become apparent that she was very aroused.
They were plastered to her skin and you could clearly see the outline of her pubic hair and lips. He took several pictures of this. He began to throb in his jeans from all the excitement.
What happened next was totally unexpected. Joan, overcome with excitement reached under her skirt and began to caress her mound. She loved the feel of the wet panties as she rubbed her fingers over them. It sent shivers down her spine.
Frank was beside himself as she clicked off shot after shot of her rubbing her fingers in the sopping indentation where her lips had parted. He saw her push her panties between her lips and work her finger back and forth over them. Finally it was too much for Frank and he made her stop.
Joan, consumed with the tension that had reached a high peak, got up from the stool and urged Frank to sit down. She took the camera from him and started taking pictures of her own. She took some shots of him fully clothed in his light flannel shirt and jeans.
Then she asked him to start unbuttoning his shirt. Through the viewfinder she could see his strong muscled chest begin to be revealed. She wanted to reach out and touch it, but she resisted the urge.
She noticed that his chest was covered with a fine layer of hair which was standing upward due to the excitement he was feeling. She would love to run her hands through it and caress it. Next to come into view was his nipples. They were like two sharp pinpricks standing out from among his hair. She could tell that he would love to have them tweaked and sucked.
Finally he had removed his shirt completely and his firm stomach and navel was visible. Joan could see that his hair continued downward in a line disappearing beneath his jeans. She had him turn around and she took some shots of his back as the muscles rippled. His jeans came just at the small of his back and she was excited in anticipation of seeing the rest.
All of these thoughts were making Joan’s panties even more soaked. She could feel her juices slowly running down her thighs. She reached down and gathered some of it up and offered it to Frank to taste. She could tell by the smile on his face that he had enjoyed it. And judging from the tenting of his pants it was having quite an effect. That would be the next area she would investigate.
She had Frank remove his boots and then told him to unsnap his jeans and slowly move them apart. The jeans seemed to open quite a ways before the top of his underwear became visible. His stiffness, while freed from the confines of the jeans continued to push against the front pouch of his bikini briefs. He was wearing a pair of navy blue briefs, but she could see the contours of his shaft as it pushed against the seams. Below in the pouch were two wonderful balls she could hardly wait to cup in her hands.
As Frank let the jeans drop to the floor, his thick thighs were exposed. Joan liked her lips at the sight of them, covered in the same downy hair that covered his chest.
Now that Frank’s jeans were removed, he stood up so he could step out of them. When he did, Joan got a look at the two rounded hemispheres of his firm buns. The back of his briefs were cut so that you could clearly make out the contours.
The moment of truth had arrived, and Frank began to slide down his briefs. The hair grew thicker as it descended until in a split second the top of his shaft came into view. It was curling upward into the vacant space at the top of his briefs, pushing them forward. In only a fraction of an inch the shaft sprang free pointing straight out.
Joan began to admire it from all angles. She saw that it had a foreskin which had pulled back slightly revealing a dark reddish purple head that glistened in the lights. There was a small drop of liquid at the tip clinging to the side of the slit. Looking from the side she saw his vein along the bottom bulging and she detected a slight twitch with every beat of his heart.
Finally she began to examine his balls. They were large and hung down. Each was covered with a dark soft layer of hair. She was beside herself and she knew what she would do next.
Joan sat in front of him at his feet. She reached up and with her fingers began to play with the hair at the base of his shaft. She combed it loosely with her fingertips as she felt the throbbing heat inches from her hand. She began to circle the shaft at its base, feeling the firm skin of him as his shaft arched upward away from his balls.
She moved her fingers to the underside, and with just one fingertip traced from the base toward the tip. She could feel his excitement as he became fully erect at her touch. When her fingers reached the small depression under the head, she paused. She wanted to concentrate all of her sensations in that one spot, knowing it would drive him wild.
Joan was right, Frank began to moan and he moved his hips forward toward her. She responded by moving her finger back slightly to just behind the head. She placed her finger between the pushed back foreskin and the ridge of the head and circled it around and around sending jolts of electricity through him.
Then, taking her whole hand she curled her fingers around his shaft. It was a throbbing creature alive with his masculinity. She began to move her hand up and down its length pulling the foreskin with it. She extended it so that there was an overhang past the tip of him and then pulled it all the way back so that all of the purple glistening head was exposed.
Joan noticed that drops of his pre-cum had gathered at the tip. So she gathered it with her fingertip at the slit and coated the whole of the head with it. It shone with the reflected photographic lights. When she pulled his foreskin back down again, she swirled her finger over the head inside the foreskin. It felt so warm and slippery there, she continued to do it for a minute or two.
Now she focused her attention back to his balls. She cupped them in her hands, feeling how heavy they were in her fingers. She lifted them up and down letting their contents shift in her fingers. She loved the softness of the hair covering them.
Returning to his shaft, she saw with pleasure that a bulge had formed lengthwise on the bottom side. She tickled it with her fingers. She explored its twitching as she moved them forward back to the underside of the head.
This time she stayed longer teasing the loose skin there over and over. She pressed harder this time not being shy about giving him pleasure. Joan played with the foreskin pulling it taut over the head and teasing the slit at the end.
Now she began in earnest to drive him to the brink and beyond. Wrapping her hand around him again she began to stroke him vigorously. She stroked hard and his balls began to vibrate from her movements. The moaning which Frank had begun earlier, now intensified. She felt him pulsate in her hand. She leaned her head closer to see him clearer as she pumped him.
Suddenly his hips bucked violently and Frank sent a stiff stream of his seed out of the tip. It hit her hand coating it with warmth. As he continued to buck his hips, Joan continued to stroke causing more of the precious fluid to spurt out. Frank finally opened his eyes after the most intense orgasm he had ever had.
Now it was Joan’s turn to be pleasured. As she got up she noticed that her panties had become completely soaked through. That was the intensity of the excitement from Frank’s orgasm. She sat down on the stool and opened her legs as far as they would go, an invitation for Frank to give her that same pleasure.
Frank knelt down before Joan. Her legs were against his sides as his hands reached up between her legs. He placed his hand against her panties. The palm became soaked from her sweet nectar which had permeated her panties. He moved his hand in a circular motion then reversed direction. Joan pushed herself forward against his hand to maximize the pleasure.
Then Frank once again pressed her panties between her lips. This time he could tell that her lips had opened up so he was able to press them directly against her clit. He felt it protruding from within, a slight stiffness under her panties.
He wanted to experience her secrets more intimately so he began to move a finger up under the leg band. He inched it up slowly along one of the outer lips. Then he moved it back down along the edge of the other lip.
Now he pressed her panties to the side so that her full blooming flower was exposed to his view. With his thumb and forefinger he took one of her inner lips between and began to move them up and down in synchrony over the engorged flesh. It was the bright pink of her excitement.
Frank gathered several of his fingers together and teased her opening. Then he plunged them deeply into her. He felt them quickly coat with her slick honey. Arching them upward he reached her g-spot and he slid them back and forth over it. It drew out toward his fingers as he continued.
Joan was beginning to move on the stool. Her hips were bucking against the motions of his fingers. Now he placed one finger on each side of her inner lips and began to move them alternately up and down so that they went from the top of her clit all the way to their bottom joining. When he pressed them against the side of her clit he could feel it throb back against his fingers.
Frank started circling the tip of her clit with his fingers, getting closer to the hood. With the tip of his index finger he slowly pushed the hood back to reveal the glorious beauty of the tip of her clit. With his other hand he tapped it again and again.
When he returned again to stroking his fingers over the top of her clit it sent her crashing over the edge. Joan squirted out more nectar. Frank slid a finger back inside of her so he could rub her g-spot as she came. He felt her gripping his fingers rhythmically as she had contraction after contraction. Her orgasm went on for minutes.
Finally they subsided and Frank pulled her down on the floor on top of him. He cuddled and kissed her and contentedly they fell asleep in each other’s arms.
Frank set up his camera in the courtyard of the building. It was a warm spring day, one where there was a hint of summer on the breeze. Frank busied himself getting his equipment set up. He scarcely noticed the people who had come out to enjoy the first respite from winter.
Joan was one of those people. She was on her lunch break from working in the adjacent office building. She sat down on the side of a planter to enjoy her sandwich and fruit and to take in the sun. There was a slight breeze and it blew her golden hair around her blue eyes and creamy skin.
It had been a long while since she had taken a vacation, this year she was thinking of going to Hawaii. She needed to get away from the crowds and the noise of the city for awhile. Ever since she had gotten divorced Joan had wanted to go someplace special and do something for herself.
As she sat there musing the possibilities in Hawaii she parted her legs slightly and she felt the sun on her legs and the cool breeze forming caressing fingers to tease the edge of her thighs. She smiled as she closed her eyes and thought wonderful thoughts of Hawaii.
Frank was looking for an interesting angle for the building. He wanted something that would be out of the ordinary but not too shocking. He looked around the courtyard and found the perfect spot. As he moved his camera into position something caught his eye in the viewfinder.
He slowly moved the camera back and he realized that he had seen the woman sitting across from him. As he continued to spy on her through the camera he noticed that her legs were slightly apart. Zooming in the lens, he was just able to make out in the shadowy depths of the skirt the white of her panties. Such a sight began to excite him. Against his better judgment he continued to focus the camera there, crouching lower so as to have a better angle.
Joan opened her eyes and was momentarily startled to see the photographer about 20 yards in front of her focusing his camera on her. But that was quickly replaced by excitement. She gave him a wicked smile as she realized he could see everything. So instead of closing her legs she opened them further.
Frank had an even better view now. He could clearly make out the white of her panties and he thought he could see the shadowy outline of her hair. He didn’t want to be too obvious, but when he saw her smiling he relaxed a little and stared a little bit longer.
He finally got up the courage to approach her. He was trying to figure out what to say to her realizing she saw him staring. But he didn’t have to worry, because Jane spoke first. She asked him if he liked the view. Frank replied that it was the finest he had seen. Joan smiled again and asked him if there was something else that happened, as she looked down to see the slight bulge in his pants. Frank had to admit that it had excited him.
“So do you look up women’s skirts for a living?” Joan asked. “Well this is only the second time, normally I am a freelance photographer.” Frank found out that Joan also had an interest in photography so he invited her back to his studio to see some of his work.
When they arrived, Frank got out some of his better portfolios and Joan really enjoyed some of the images of buildings he was able to get. But at the same time, she was beginning to think about what it would be like to have Frank photograph her in her skirt.
“Would you like to photograph me?” Jane asked. “What?” Frank replied startled by her question. “What would you think about photographing me? And don’t say no because I know you want to.” Frank eagerly jumped at the idea.
He led her to the center of the studio where there was a stool in front of the backdrop. He had her get into position as he adjusted his camera. At first he took some conventional shots focusing on the front of her skirt and her knees, which she had together.
Then he began to get more daring, having Joan open her legs a little each time. He could see the inside of her golden thighs and he began to get excited again. It was hard for him to work with the bulge in the front of his pants.
Joan, too was turned on. She began to feel a warm moistness in her panties as Frank had her open her legs further and further. Seeing his bulge didn’t help either as it sent tingles through her. Frank must be able to see her panties by now, she had her legs spread far enough.
Frank was indeed able to see her panties. As he zoomed in he caught the inky gray shadow of them against her thighs. Adjusting the lights, he cast more light down lower and now it began to become apparent that she was very aroused.
They were plastered to her skin and you could clearly see the outline of her pubic hair and lips. He took several pictures of this. He began to throb in his jeans from all the excitement.
What happened next was totally unexpected. Joan, overcome with excitement reached under her skirt and began to caress her mound. She loved the feel of the wet panties as she rubbed her fingers over them. It sent shivers down her spine.
Frank was beside himself as she clicked off shot after shot of her rubbing her fingers in the sopping indentation where her lips had parted. He saw her push her panties between her lips and work her finger back and forth over them. Finally it was too much for Frank and he made her stop.
Joan, consumed with the tension that had reached a high peak, got up from the stool and urged Frank to sit down. She took the camera from him and started taking pictures of her own. She took some shots of him fully clothed in his light flannel shirt and jeans.
Then she asked him to start unbuttoning his shirt. Through the viewfinder she could see his strong muscled chest begin to be revealed. She wanted to reach out and touch it, but she resisted the urge.
She noticed that his chest was covered with a fine layer of hair which was standing upward due to the excitement he was feeling. She would love to run her hands through it and caress it. Next to come into view was his nipples. They were like two sharp pinpricks standing out from among his hair. She could tell that he would love to have them tweaked and sucked.
Finally he had removed his shirt completely and his firm stomach and navel was visible. Joan could see that his hair continued downward in a line disappearing beneath his jeans. She had him turn around and she took some shots of his back as the muscles rippled. His jeans came just at the small of his back and she was excited in anticipation of seeing the rest.
All of these thoughts were making Joan’s panties even more soaked. She could feel her juices slowly running down her thighs. She reached down and gathered some of it up and offered it to Frank to taste. She could tell by the smile on his face that he had enjoyed it. And judging from the tenting of his pants it was having quite an effect. That would be the next area she would investigate.
She had Frank remove his boots and then told him to unsnap his jeans and slowly move them apart. The jeans seemed to open quite a ways before the top of his underwear became visible. His stiffness, while freed from the confines of the jeans continued to push against the front pouch of his bikini briefs. He was wearing a pair of navy blue briefs, but she could see the contours of his shaft as it pushed against the seams. Below in the pouch were two wonderful balls she could hardly wait to cup in her hands.
As Frank let the jeans drop to the floor, his thick thighs were exposed. Joan liked her lips at the sight of them, covered in the same downy hair that covered his chest.
Now that Frank’s jeans were removed, he stood up so he could step out of them. When he did, Joan got a look at the two rounded hemispheres of his firm buns. The back of his briefs were cut so that you could clearly make out the contours.
The moment of truth had arrived, and Frank began to slide down his briefs. The hair grew thicker as it descended until in a split second the top of his shaft came into view. It was curling upward into the vacant space at the top of his briefs, pushing them forward. In only a fraction of an inch the shaft sprang free pointing straight out.
Joan began to admire it from all angles. She saw that it had a foreskin which had pulled back slightly revealing a dark reddish purple head that glistened in the lights. There was a small drop of liquid at the tip clinging to the side of the slit. Looking from the side she saw his vein along the bottom bulging and she detected a slight twitch with every beat of his heart.
Finally she began to examine his balls. They were large and hung down. Each was covered with a dark soft layer of hair. She was beside herself and she knew what she would do next.
Joan sat in front of him at his feet. She reached up and with her fingers began to play with the hair at the base of his shaft. She combed it loosely with her fingertips as she felt the throbbing heat inches from her hand. She began to circle the shaft at its base, feeling the firm skin of him as his shaft arched upward away from his balls.
She moved her fingers to the underside, and with just one fingertip traced from the base toward the tip. She could feel his excitement as he became fully erect at her touch. When her fingers reached the small depression under the head, she paused. She wanted to concentrate all of her sensations in that one spot, knowing it would drive him wild.
Joan was right, Frank began to moan and he moved his hips forward toward her. She responded by moving her finger back slightly to just behind the head. She placed her finger between the pushed back foreskin and the ridge of the head and circled it around and around sending jolts of electricity through him.
Then, taking her whole hand she curled her fingers around his shaft. It was a throbbing creature alive with his masculinity. She began to move her hand up and down its length pulling the foreskin with it. She extended it so that there was an overhang past the tip of him and then pulled it all the way back so that all of the purple glistening head was exposed.
Joan noticed that drops of his pre-cum had gathered at the tip. So she gathered it with her fingertip at the slit and coated the whole of the head with it. It shone with the reflected photographic lights. When she pulled his foreskin back down again, she swirled her finger over the head inside the foreskin. It felt so warm and slippery there, she continued to do it for a minute or two.
Now she focused her attention back to his balls. She cupped them in her hands, feeling how heavy they were in her fingers. She lifted them up and down letting their contents shift in her fingers. She loved the softness of the hair covering them.
Returning to his shaft, she saw with pleasure that a bulge had formed lengthwise on the bottom side. She tickled it with her fingers. She explored its twitching as she moved them forward back to the underside of the head.
This time she stayed longer teasing the loose skin there over and over. She pressed harder this time not being shy about giving him pleasure. Joan played with the foreskin pulling it taut over the head and teasing the slit at the end.
Now she began in earnest to drive him to the brink and beyond. Wrapping her hand around him again she began to stroke him vigorously. She stroked hard and his balls began to vibrate from her movements. The moaning which Frank had begun earlier, now intensified. She felt him pulsate in her hand. She leaned her head closer to see him clearer as she pumped him.
Suddenly his hips bucked violently and Frank sent a stiff stream of his seed out of the tip. It hit her hand coating it with warmth. As he continued to buck his hips, Joan continued to stroke causing more of the precious fluid to spurt out. Frank finally opened his eyes after the most intense orgasm he had ever had.
Now it was Joan’s turn to be pleasured. As she got up she noticed that her panties had become completely soaked through. That was the intensity of the excitement from Frank’s orgasm. She sat down on the stool and opened her legs as far as they would go, an invitation for Frank to give her that same pleasure.
Frank knelt down before Joan. Her legs were against his sides as his hands reached up between her legs. He placed his hand against her panties. The palm became soaked from her sweet nectar which had permeated her panties. He moved his hand in a circular motion then reversed direction. Joan pushed herself forward against his hand to maximize the pleasure.
Then Frank once again pressed her panties between her lips. This time he could tell that her lips had opened up so he was able to press them directly against her clit. He felt it protruding from within, a slight stiffness under her panties.
He wanted to experience her secrets more intimately so he began to move a finger up under the leg band. He inched it up slowly along one of the outer lips. Then he moved it back down along the edge of the other lip.
Now he pressed her panties to the side so that her full blooming flower was exposed to his view. With his thumb and forefinger he took one of her inner lips between and began to move them up and down in synchrony over the engorged flesh. It was the bright pink of her excitement.
Frank gathered several of his fingers together and teased her opening. Then he plunged them deeply into her. He felt them quickly coat with her slick honey. Arching them upward he reached her g-spot and he slid them back and forth over it. It drew out toward his fingers as he continued.
Joan was beginning to move on the stool. Her hips were bucking against the motions of his fingers. Now he placed one finger on each side of her inner lips and began to move them alternately up and down so that they went from the top of her clit all the way to their bottom joining. When he pressed them against the side of her clit he could feel it throb back against his fingers.
Frank started circling the tip of her clit with his fingers, getting closer to the hood. With the tip of his index finger he slowly pushed the hood back to reveal the glorious beauty of the tip of her clit. With his other hand he tapped it again and again.
When he returned again to stroking his fingers over the top of her clit it sent her crashing over the edge. Joan squirted out more nectar. Frank slid a finger back inside of her so he could rub her g-spot as she came. He felt her gripping his fingers rhythmically as she had contraction after contraction. Her orgasm went on for minutes.
Finally they subsided and Frank pulled her down on the floor on top of him. He cuddled and kissed her and contentedly they fell asleep in each other’s arms.
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