It was a cold, blustery evening, and my boyfriend Jason and I had decided that instead of braving the elements to go out for our date night we’d stay indoors and enjoy a hot, sexy bath while drinking a bottle of wine.

I filled the bathroom with candles, making the steamy walls shimmer and glow.

At one point while we reclined in the tub facing each other, Jason took my wine glass and placed it between my breasts, then got me to keep it in place by clasping my hands tightly over my tits and pushing them lightly together. He then leaned back and assessed the look, deciding that one day it would make a great photo. It was at that time that I had a revelation.

All this time I had been dating a professional photographer and it had never dawned on me that I should be taking advantage of the chance to pose for some racy candid photographs.

The next day I hatched a plan for an exciting evening with Jason and his camera and set about to get ready. The first stop was a local beauty salon for a mani-pedi and a nice bikini wax. I then headed home to pack my duffel bag with a few expensive bottles of red wine and a collection of sexy lingerie, in addition to some sultry music and candles. I got to Jason’s place and said I thought it would be interesting to take some arty photos, as well as some more suggestive ones.

I was keen on him using black-and-white film because I love the stark contrast, like in the photos of Yousuf Karsh; besides, black and white seems classier and more fitting for lingerie, as if harking back to another era. While Jason set up the lights, I put on the music and distributed some candles around the room to set a mood. I then poured some wine, which I quickly started in on, as I was in need of some “liquid courage.”

In the first series of photographs, I wore a long-sleeved, high-cut bodysuit of transparent black nylon. I paired it with black spike heels, and the combination worked perfectly to accentuate my tight, fit body. We took a number of shots of me laying across his big leather armchair, my long auburn locks splayed across one arm, legs over the other arm, back arched, my hands groping my breasts. In others, I sported nothing but the high heels, and the photos were taken from behind, my legs spread, hands bound above my ass by a thick strand of pearls.

In another series I was completely nude and trying to look like I was writhing in ecstasy as I lay across the crisp white sheets of his bed. I went through nearly a dozen costume changes, and through the hundreds of shots Jason took, he remained the consummate professional, not appearing to get the slightest kick out of seeing me in these various sexy get-ups. I was starting to worry, but as it turns out I shouldn’t have.

My final outfit was a demi-cup black corset that laced up the front, leaving my boobs supported from underneath but not covered, making them stand out. I lay back on the bed with my legs bent and spread wide, my moist, hairless pussy opening like a flower after a rain shower, ready to strike my pose.

To my surprise (and great relief), Jason got a look on his face that clearly said, “Okay, a guy can only stand so much of this teasing before he has to move things along.” He slowly put down his camera and pulled a black silk scarf from his pocket. I didn’t think I could get wetter than I was, but the longing on his face as he approached me to tie the scarf around my eyes made my pussy gush. He gently pushed me back onto the pile of pillows on the bed and took my hand, bringing it to my crotch. I ran my fingers across my labia until they were well lubed, then brought my fingers up to wet my nipples before teasing, twisting and pinching them to hard points, and finally lifting each tit up to my mouth so I could lick and suck it.

Jason had resumed taking photos, and it was a curious feeling to be putting on a show of sorts without being able to see the reaction of my audience. I smiled, hoping Jason was enjoying the experience and would eventually want to screw me.

I moved my hands onto my pussy, which was getting wetter by the second, spread my labia and then proceeded to draw slow, deliberate circles round my slick, engorged clit. My heart rate was rapidly increasing and my body started to twitch. The camera clicked. I felt the sexual tension practically suffocating me, so I increased the speed of my fingering. I suddenly trembled violently as my orgasm crept up on me and rocked me to my very core. My animalistic shouts were enough to wake the dead, but they were totally out of my control. I then realized that the flashes and clicks from the camera had stopped.

Even though I’d just given myself a fantastic orgasm by my own hand, I was still desperate for some physical contact with Jason. A sultry Lucinda Williams song began to play, and I got lost listening to the lyrics until I finally heard Jason’s jeans fall to the floor, his belt buckle hitting the hardwood floor with a metallic clunk. I felt Jason’s hot breath against my nipples, which were puckered and aching to be sucked, but nothing happened. When is he going to suck them? I wondered. Suck them, damn it! I kept thinking.

No longer able to stand the wait, I reached out to grab Jason’s head to pull it those last few centimeters to my tits, hoping he’d get the hint, but instead of his head being there, I ended up grabbing hold of his penis. I took his dick in my hand and ran it slowly back and forth across my lips, smearing the pre-come on me like lip gloss. I then wrapped my very moist mouth around the head and inhaled as much of it as I could take. While sucking his penis, I simultaneously used my hand to jerk the base of his shaft. With the long nails on my other hand I very lightly grazed the delicate area between his scrotum and his anus.

In no time at all, his breathing turned heavy and he started to let out long, low moans. I started sucking and jerking him faster, eventually working up to a frenzy. His legs almost gave out on him and it became increasingly difficult for him to remain standing. When I feared he’d fall down, I put my hands on his hips and guided him to the bed. Once he was laying next to me, I took his cock in my mouth and went at it again. He was panting and gasping, but he managed to stutter out, “I’m coming! Oh God, I’m coming!” right before he shot a big creamy load into my welcoming mouth. I swallowed it all in two large gulps.

At that point, with the wind howling outside and snow lashing against the window, we lay back on the bed, our bodies entwined, and leisurely ran our hands lightly over each other’s curves. Our heavy panting eventually gave way to slow breathing, and I would have thought we were spent for the night. However, as Jason’s fingertips gently caressed my nipples, they got harder and harder, and I felt a familiar stirring between my legs.

Our bodies were twisted together just so, and I began to slowly hump his thigh as I got hotter. I could see by the flickering candlelight that his cock was coming to life. I reached over to help it along, and it instantly became hard as steel again. Jason abruptly rolled me onto my back, hooked my legs over his shoulders and pinned my hands down with his. He placed the velvety head of his cock against the entrance to my pussy, prompting me to buck upward. Then he pulled back. Once I relaxed my ass back on the bed, he inserted the head of his cock into me once again, coaxing another thrust of my hips in hopes of getting that wonderful cock inside of me. Again he pulled away. I was dying of frustration, yet he continued with this tortuous dance for several more moments.

Suddenly, as if my prayers were finally being answered, he rammed his rod into me with full force, and it plunged really deep down. I let out a loud gasp. It hurt so good! With each thrust of his penis, my cunt clenched. I was so mesmerized by his uncharacteristic take-charge fucking that I was on the verge of coming in no time. Sensing this, he slowed down significantly. I begged him to fuck me hard and fast again, but that only made him slide in and out of me at a snail’s pace.

All of a sudden, he let out a long, primitive cry and went into overdrive, giving it to me harder and faster than he ever had before. The sharp slapping sounds of flesh on flesh were delightful music to my ears. His moans were soon joined by mine, and before long we exploded in an excruciatingly intense simultaneous orgasm. When our panting died down,

we floated off into dreamland. In my case I dreamed of what would transpire the following day when we’d head off to his photo studio to develop those photos.

The next day, after a wonderfully long, deep sleep, we rose and had our showers then a tasty breakfast. Eventually we got dressed and trudged arm in arm through the snow to Jason’s photo studio a few blocks away. He developed the film and printed a contact sheet. I let him decide which shots to print, and I waited with bated breath to see what would develop.

The first shot that he hung on the line to dry showed me laying on the bed nude, my nipples at attention. Next up was a hot shot of me doing a dance while wearing sequined pasties and matching sequined panties. The one that followed got me quite excited. In it, I was laying on my stomach with a spike heel caught in the back of my G-string. In the next shot I was sitting on a black wrought-iron bistro chair wearing a vintage bra, garter belt and stockings. My legs were spread very wide and I was looking down at the riding crop that I was inserting handle-first into my vagina.

I noticed that Jason seemed to be hanging the photos up in order of how provocative they were, from least to most. He still had three photos left to hang by then, but I was already going crazy with lust. I approached him from behind and crushed my tits against his back. I reached around and undid the buttons on his shirt while rhythmically grinding my pelvis against his buttocks. I then stood on my tiptoes and nuzzled his neck while running my hands up his flat stomach to his nipples. I ran my fingers over them with the lightest touch possible, causing Jason to squirm a bit, then gave each one a hard tweak.

While nibbling on Jason’s ear, I slowly massaged his chest, making my way down to his abs. I undid his belt buckle and zipper, then proceeded to pull his jeans and his underwear down from behind. While he stepped out of both, I removed his shirt. I then got down on my knees and gave his ass a few sharp little love bites while reaching my hand through his legs and grabbing hold of his stiff manhood.

I started to jerk him off as slow as possible with one hand while I used my other to play with his balls. His body tensed and he threw his head back, letting out low moans. A few moments later, he pulled my hands away, telling me that instead of a handjob, what he really wanted was to come in me. He turned around and grabbed me under the arms, pulling me to my feet. He wrapped his arms around my waist and started kissing me. Our tongues danced a slow, careful tango for a few glorious minutes while he ran his fingers though my thick hair, making me to melt and causing my juices to soak through my panties.

He pulled my sweater over my head and quickly undid my bra, pulling it off of me and dropping it on the floor. He unzipped my jeans, and I quickly shimmied out of them and my panties. We resumed our passionate kissing while running our hands lightly up and down each other’s body. It was slow, it was sexy, it was beautiful torture!

When all that bumping and grinding became too much, Jason laid down on the leather couch and called me over to join him. I straddled him, leaned forward and began running my tongue around his earlobe. I planted soft kisses down his neck and torso, stopping to give his nipples some TLC, too, all the while hungrily inhaling his manly scent.

Eventually I made my way to his dick. I took one of his balls and sucked it into my mouth. I slowly swirled my tongue around the orb while I wrapped his shaft in my hair and began stroking it. I moved my attention to his other ball and did the same thing, giving each one equal time. Next, ran my tongue from his balls to his asshole, but I didn’t get far before Jason exclaimed, “No more! I can’t take any more teasing. I need to be inside of you! Please!”

Since there is nothing more exciting than a man begging me for sex — and since I was as desperate as he was — I had no choice but to oblige. I positioned my pussy over the head of his beautiful cock and slid down. Since I was oozing sweet nectar, I was able to easily engulf his rod. I leaned forward to kiss Jason, but before I could taste him he grabbed one of my boobs and began to suck the nipple, sending a pulse of electricity through every cell in my body. He then whipped his tongue across the other nipple while I very slowly rode his penis.

I did my best to hold out, but suddenly I went into overdrive, thrusting myself down on his cock over and over again in an absolute frenzy, my tits jiggling violently as I rocked back and forth and gasped for air.

Finally, when I was just about to explode, I put my middle finger in my mouth for lubrication and began to apidly finger my clit. Jason frantically pumped his dick into me, and when he let go and shot his love cream into me, it sent me over the edge, and I had a mind-blowing orgasm. When the feeling passed, I collapsed on top of him and reveled in the sweet aftermath of our lovemaking.

I recently bought some more lingerie that I want to show him. I can’t wait for the next snowstorm —