I agreed. Of course I did, I’ve known her for years and she’s a good looking woman (and one of those who always seems to pick the wrong bloke).
When I got there, she’d already set up her spare bedroom as the studio. I was using my Nikon and a regular, Sony DC to take quick test shots, so we wouldn’t need lighting. She’d done herself up a treat, great make-up and the skimpiest of bikinis. I felt myself getting hard.
“Pete, thanks so much for doing this for me, it's going to be fantastic. Are you sure I look okay?”
“Sally, you look. You’re not going to have any issues on the dating front, let me tell you.”
Since we had a good rapport, the photography was easy. I tried to be professional and not look at her crotch or her gorgeous tits.
“I have a confession to make," she said, "and I hope you don't mind. I found and read your blog. I liked it and I know you like feet."
“I do.”
“So why don’t I get changed and you can take some feet shots if you like. As a payment, kind of.”
I nodded so she left, got changed and came back in wearing blue knickers, a red boob-tube and a scarf. I took a couple of shots - she was making me so horny it was difficult to concentrate.
Then she slipped her knickers down and off, exposing her shaved pussy and arsehole to me, all the time wiggling her toes.
“Too much?” she said, looking at me through her eyelashes.
“Maybe for the dating site,” I said and smiled. My cock was hard against my jeans. I knew she could see it.
“Okay,” she said, “I brought in a new top.” She reached down behind her and came back with a little yellow vest. It wasn’t going to do anyone any good.
“That’s better,” I lied, “I was enjoying looking at your tits just that little bit too much.”
“What about my pussy, did you like that?”
Surprised, I managed to say “Yes”, whilst wondering just how far this would go. She was my ex-wife’s friend, we’d known each other for years, would this really happen? And then it struck me - we were both lonely souls.
Sally came towards me on her knees. “Have you done it recently?”
“Fucked?”
“Yeah.”
"It depends on what you mean as recently, but yes, I suppose so.”
“I haven’t and I really miss it, I really do. We probably can't shag one another, because of (name of ex), but we could do other stuff."
"Like?"
"Like I could give you a blowjob?”
"Like?"
"Like I could give you a blowjob?”
“What? A blowjob? Eh?”
“I didn’t think it’d go this far, I really didn’t and I don’t have anything - if you’re active, I don’t want to risk either of us but it’s been so long since I’ve felt a cock, I’ll blow you here and now.”
“Fuck,” I said, “yes, then next time we’ll get some condoms.”
She smiled. “Deal.”
I unzipped my jeans and pulled them and my boxers down slightly. She leaned forward and ran her fingers gently down my stiff cock. “Nice,” she said and began to slowly wank me, her other hand playing with my balls. I groaned.
Her tongue touched the head of my cock and made me gasp. She smiled, then parted her lips and wrapped them around my cock. Her mouth was warm and soft and my cock got even harder within seconds. She felt this as she moaned "Mmmhhmmm", and it just made her suck even harder, taking me further into her mouth.
She stopped and used her teeth to graze the tip of my cock as she was breathing hard on the head. It felt incredible and she started to blow me again, sucking my cock and stroking me with the tips of her fingers.
She began to move her head faster, not taking her eyes from mine, her fingers still playing with my balls. It wasn’t going to be long and then she leaned forward, taking me further into her mouth than I’ve ever been in a woman - she was almost deepthroating me. That was it, that pushed me over the edge.
“I’m cumming,” I said, “I’m cumming.”
It made her faster, if anything, sucking hard on my cock and wanking it, her fingers playing over my balls. She leaned back slightly, still wanking me and I came, my cum shooting into her mouth. When I was finished, she kissed the head of my cock delicately.
