A Photo Worth A Thousand Words
‘How could I be so stupid,’ you think to yourself in aggravation, as you traipse through the school hallways, ‘Seriously, how? I could forget my keys and my wallet just about any other day, but how could I forget my pride and joy? How could I forget my damn camera?’
While stuck in your thoughts, your body is moving on auto pilot as you head to the Darkroom where you last saw your precious device. You’re so lost in your thoughts you almost hit your head when you stop in front of the door with the words ‘Darkroom’ written on a plaque. You quickly open the door and step inside, the dim red light your only source of illumination. You would turn them on if it weren’t for the fact that there a still a bunch of photos being developed and turning on the lights would ruin them and that would piss off your club president, the lovely Photo Finish. You didn’t really know how to describe it, but something about her was so…inspiring; her attention to detail, her passion for the art of capturing the beauty of her subject and her uncanny ability to see beauty in something flashy to something so meekly mundane. It was simply amazing! You loved taking photos and making videos; your relatives often praised you and said you were good; usually at any big family event, you’re the one working the camera and camcorder, for a small fee of course, but after meeting Photo Finish and seeing her work, all you could think about was her, reaching her level and earning her acknowledgement. If you could get that, you could die happy.
You pull yourself from your thoughts of admiration and once again begin searching for your camera. After a good ten minutes of searching every cupboard and draw your camera is nowhere to be found. “That’s weird,” you mutter to yourself, scratching your head in confusion. “I was developing some pictures before I left. My camera should be in here.”
You exit the room, your arms crossed and your face contorted in thought as you try to solve this mystery. Sadly, your mind comes up empty. “Seriously, where the hell could it be?”
As if to answer your question or not, from the right corner of your eye, you see a bright light turn on, a sliver of light shining through a cracked open door down the hallway. “Is someone still here,” you mutter to yourself before the sound of upbeat music hits your ears. “Hm, guess so.”
You walk down the hallway toward the open door, your curiosity more than piqued. When you’re just a few feet from the door, you see a shadow pass by, startling you for a moment before you continue on. You reach the cracked open entryway and realize you’re standing in front of the Photography Club’s clubroom. You look through the small opening and your eyes widen in surprise before melting in confusion at what you have found. Your eyes peer into the wide spacious studio. There’s a sunny tropical background surrounded by sand with a beach chair, parasail umbrella, and a multicolored beach ball. The entire setup was surrounded by the powerful stage lights hanging from the rafters in the ceiling, the lighting mimicking pure daylight. ‘What the hell, somebody is still working here?’ you think to yourself.
You push the door as slowly and gently as possible to try and get a better look inside, doing your best not to alarm whoever was occupying the room of your presence. With finally enough room to stick your head in, you finally spot the culprit behind this setup; standing in a black and white striped robe was none other than your club president and one-sided crush, Photo Finish. Even despite the fact that all the lighting in the room was focused on the beach backdrop, she still wore her indigo bug-eyed sunglasses, her short cut light gray hair banged over her head further hiding her expressions. She stood in front of a tripod as she set up a camera that looked incredibly familiar. ‘Hey, that’s my camera! Why does she have it?’
You continue to watch in silence until Photo Finish pulls back away from the camera, “Zhere, perficz!”
She quickly ran over to the stage she prepared, looking right at the camera. “Now, ve make zhe magiks!” she proclaimed in her usual confident, passionate tone. With a quick roll of her shoulders, she shed her robe, revealing her form and quickly striking a pose; her slender arms bent behind her back with her hands resting on the back of her shapely hips, her long elegant legs laid bare, the left leg extended outward with the tip of her foot on the floor while her right kept her balanced; her all around posture focusing on pressing her slim midriff and surprisingly C cup sized breasts out. If the sight of the cerulean girl’s body wasn’t enough to make your jaw drop, her attire certainly landed a critical blow as you stared at the black micro bikini bra with white polka dots and a matching micro G-string both just barely covering the girl’s more embarrassing areas.
‘Holy shit,’ you shout inwardly as the rest of you was too stunned to respond. The next thing you know, your camera flashes as it takes a picture of the girl’s provocative form. Before you know it, Photo Finish is taking a menagerie of poses, both sexy and beautiful as your camera continues to snap shots of them all. You felt your heart fluttering as well as a strained tightness in your pants at the amazing photo shoot before you. You’ve given Photo Finish many a look over, even a passing glance or two and you’ve certainly had your fantasies, but you never knew just how beautiful she was until now. Her arms, her legs, her hips and that bust! Her usual baggy clothing left much to the imagination, but even you couldn’t have dreamed up these proportions. This is just so…surreal, well not entirely. Sure, Photo Finish was a bit…passionate, no, really passionate about her work, but you would never have thought she would try something like this. As the girl’s candid photo shoot continued, you leaned forward, pushing the door open a little bit more, trying to get a better look.
Your eyes were peeled to the sight of Photo’s sexy pose framed so flawlessly; her every posture showcasing a different area of her body, from her arms to her legs, to her breasts, to her hips to her ass; it was perfect. So perfect that you didn’t seem to notice you were leaning further into the room. You continued leaning forward until you feel yourself lose your balance as you fall through the door, landing with a loud grunt and a thud, “Argh, crap.”
“Anon,” you tightly close your eyes and cringe at the sound of your name being called. You hear the sound of your camera taking one final picture before the sound of footsteps tapping against the floor fills your ears. Before long the tapping comes your way until it stops and then followed by louder repetitive tapping. You slowly open your eyes to see two light blue fuchsia nail polished feet standing before you, the left tapping fast and hard constantly in irritation. You slowly look up to see Photo looming over you with her arms crossed and staring fiercely at you through her shades. Thankfully she’s wearing her robe once again, so it’s not entirely awkward, but still. “Vhaz are you doing here?” she asks, demanding a reply in her beautifully heavy german accent.
“S-Sorry, Photo, I…I didn’t mean to spy on you, I just…I saw the lights on and I saw it was you and then I…I...” you stammer nervously, your mouth just spitting out words before your brain can tell you to just stop talking.
“Gah, spiz iz ouz already!” she snaps.
You quickly shut up and lower your head in embarrassment before you simply point up to the stationary device and answer, “I just came back to get my camera.”
“Vhaz,” she asks in confusion. “Vhaz do you mean your camera? I found iz in zhe Darkroom?”
“Yeah, that’s…that’s where I left it,” you answer as you finally stand up and move over to the camera. You detach and pull it from the tripod, doing your best to try and avoid looking at the digital image on the camera screen before turning back to your angry club president. You then turn the camera upside down and show her the label underneath that reads, “Property of Anon”.
“Ah…I see,” she says in a calmer tone. You don’t even have a chance to sigh in relief that you managed to defuse the situation before the girl snatches the camera from you and walks back toward the fake beach set up. “You can’z have iz back,” she tells you bluntly.
“What, why not?” you snap, more in confusion than anger as she stops in front of the set.
“Because I need iz,” she replied, still not turning to face you.
“Why not use any of your cameras?”
“Zhey are az home,” she answered, her voice sounding more agitated than before. “No. No. Nein! Iz is noz zhere!” she shouts, stomping her foot on the floor in clear frustrations.
“What? What isn’t there?” you ask, taking a hesitant step forward.
“Zhe magiks,” she snaps as she finally turns to face you, causing you to take a step back. “Iz is noz zhere, iz…” she pauses as she catches the slight fear in your expression before she sighs heavily. She slumps her shoulders and head as she turns to walk onto the set. She then turns to sit down in the sand, pulling her legs up to her chest, burying her face in the back of her legs and crossing her arms over her knees.
You look on at the distressed girl, still unsure of what is truly going on; but despite not knowing, you still didn’t like seeing the girl you liked and admired so much so distraught. You take another tentative step forward once again, trying to steel yourself. When you finally muster up your courage, you slowly walk over toward her. As you get closer, you can see that she isn’t crying or sobbing, but she’s clearly upset. When you finally reach her, you’re standing right in front of her, but she still doesn’t respond. Deciding that a more comfortable position might make this easier, you move over to her right side and sit down beside legs crossed. Even though you’re in the same club with her, you’ve never had much experience speaking with her one on one like this, which leaves you quite nervous and having a crush on her certainly doesn’t help. So, you take a deep breath and decide to dive right end, “So, Photo, what’s wrong?”
“…Nozhing,” she replies begrudgingly.
“C’mon, it’s just me here, you can talk to me,” you assure her. “I won’t laugh or anything, I promise.”
She pulls her head up slightly and turns to look at you before replying, “You…You promise?”
You nod firmly. She stares at you for a moment or so, though you still can’t read her expression through her hair and glasses. Without giving a response she turns her head from you as she pulls your camera up to eye level. You watch as she presses buttons left and right next to the digital screen before she stops and holds the camera out to you. “Look az zhese and zell me vhaz you see.”
You take the camera from her hands to do what she asks, but the moment your eyes catch sight of the picture on the screen your eyes shrink to pins and your face reddens. The picture before your eyes was the first picture she took when you arrived; her shapely frame pressed forward, readily revealing her micro bikini top and thong hugging her breasts tightly and nether region respectively while her posture does it’s best to show off the rest of her sultry form. You then skip to the next and then the after that and the once after that. Each picture more provocative than the last and leaving you with the feeling of possibly falling in love with the girl beside you all over again. “Vell, vhaz do you zhink?”
You’re not sure how to answer, but your mouth opens without your approval; luckily your mind has no words to respond with, so you’re just sitting there with your mouth agape, which in hindsight wasn’t much better. “Vell, spiz iz ouz!” she snaps.
“Sorry, it’s just…I don’t know what to say,” you respond apologetically.
“I knew iz, iz’s no good,” she sighed heavily in defeat.
“Why were you taking pictures of yourself,” you finally ask, “What, are you trying to take a shot at being a model or something?”
“Of course noz,” she scoffs with a dismissive wave of the hand, “Iz’s just…”
“Just what?”
She’s reluctant to respond at first, but she finally answers, “Iz’s just zhaz…everyone az school loves my piczures and I cerzainly love zaking zhem. I love finding zhe beauzy, zhe zrue “magiks” in vhazever projecz I’m vorking on and bringing iz forzh for all zo see and enjoy. Iz is my pride…my passion! Buz recenzly, I’ve been beginning zo vonder, could I do zhe same for me?”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, I can bring out zhe magiks in anyzhing, buz can I bring iz out of me as vell? Do I have zhe magiks inside me and can I bring iz ouz or can I only do iz for others? I’ve looked at piczures of myself az home, but I can’z see iz. Zhen, I remembered none of those piczures vere zaken by me, so I decided zo zry and zake my own, but iz didn’z vork zhen eizher. I kepz zrying new zhings; backgrounds, lighzing, filzers, outfizs, buz nozhing vorks. Zhis vas all I had left. I zried my besz, buz I szill don’z see iz and if I can’z find zhe magiks in me zhen…does zhaz mean zhere is nozhing special, nozhing…beauziful abouz me?”
You were taken aback by her response. You’ve known Photo Finish for a while now and she’s always been so gung-ho about photography. It didn’t matter how simple or mundane something was, if she was behind the camera, she could make it come to life. If a picture is worth a thousand words, hers spoke stories, novels even, but now, she sounded so unsure, so lost; it sounded like she was losing her confidence in herself. You couldn’t let that happen. “Of course there is!” you snap at her, causing her to jump back in surprise at your reaction. You shift in your spot, sitting on your knees as you turn to face her. “How can you say something like that? Of course, you’re beautiful! You’ve got more magic than Trixie Lulamoon!”
“B-Buz you said-”
“I know what I said, but that was because I couldn’t find the words to describe your pictures,” you quickly cut her off, your mouth jumping the gun again, but this time, your mind doesn’t want it to stop. “You’re absolutely stunning! Your posture, your flair, it all screams the enthusiastic confidence you show when you’re taking a picture. Your poses, they all show off your body perfectly; your slim midsection, gorgeous legs, sleek arms, those slender hips and tight rear and your breasts! Oh, your beautiful breast! So ample and full and supple that they perfectly fill out the top of the bikini nicely.”
“N-No, you’re…you’re jusz saying zhaz,” Photo stammered in embarrassment as she turned her face from yours.
“No, it’s true, I mean it,” you swear, “all your pictures are taken with proper lighting and shading to help accentuate your poses, hiding what you wish to hide with the subtlety of your pose while highlighting what you are showing off. Photo, these pictures are amazing and so are you, why can’t you see…wait, that’s it! I get it now!”
“Gez vhat,” she asked, slightly turning her head back toward you.
“I get why you can’t see your own…magiks,” you answer, mimicking her favorite word and accent as best you could. “You’re too close to this. It’s like looking at yourself in a mirror or listening to your own voice through a recording for the first time. You simply can’t see it like I can because to you, you’re just looking at yourself. It just doesn’t have the same impact to you as it would someone else."
Photo sits stock still for a moment, clearly trying to let your words sink in. “You’re righz,” she mutters to herself. “You’re absoluzely righz!”
She quickly turns to face you and clasps her hands over yours, bringing them up between the two of you as she stares intensely into your eyes. “I’ve been going abouz zhis all vrong! Vhat I needed is someone else’s perspeczive. Someone else zo see and bring out da magiks in my phozos! Anon, your vords have zruly rekindled zhe flames of my passion and your eyes have seen zhrough zhe error of my folly. Please, vill you assisz me?”
“What,” you reply in shock, “why me?”
“It musz be you,” she answers simply, but insistently. “Your eyes saw everyzhing I zhoughz vas vrong! Not only zhaz, but zhey capzured my figure’s zrue essence with buz a glance and described iz in such dezail. Please, Anon, you musz! You musz! You musz!!!”
With each “you musz” she got closer and closer. By the time the last one left her lips, you could feel her sunglasses pressing against your face; you could make out her eyes much more clearly behind them as she breathed against your lips with hers’ mere inches away. Your cheeks were burning red and your heart racing. This was the closest you have ever gotten to your crush and here she was asking desperately for your help. Not wanting to disappoint or miss this opportunity you swallow the hard lump in your throat and answer, “Sure, leave it to me!”
She smiles at you brilliantly before standing. “Zhen szand with me, Anon and lez us make zrue arz!”
You smile up at her and stand beside her before giving her a confident nod. With that settled, you start getting everything set up once again while Photo takes a moment to collect herself and set up some proper photo taking music. Once you were both ready, Photo stood back on the pseudo beach in her robe once more and you stood a good distance away with the camera in hand. Your hands were a bit sweaty and jittery as well. You were about to do a private photo shoot with the girl of your dreams and you wanted them to be perfect. “Anon, are you ready,” you heard her call out to you.
You look at her, standing on the beach with her robe once again covering her form and even covered up as she was, she still looked beautiful and what lay beneath was what you still couldn’t believe you were about to see. “Relax, Anon, you can do this,” you told yourself. “Just do what you did earlier, show her how amazing she is; capture her essence and prove to her that she truly is special.”
Having now steeled your nerves, you pull your camera up, primed and ready to go. “Ready when you are,” you assure her.
She gives a light smile before pulling up a small remote and presses a button, causing some nice rhythmic thumping music to play. She then quickly pockets remote into the robe and then unravels the knot that held the robe closed. “Very vell, then lez us begin,” he said as the robe slightly parted, letting her grab the edges. “Lez us make zhe magiks!”
Once more, with great elegance, she rolled her shoulders and let the robe drop and hit the floor and quickly struck a pose, placing her hands on her hips as she turned to the side, showing off her slender back and taut rear end while she looked over her shoulder. You instantly took the picture; knowing that you didn’t want to miss a single second, you had disabled the autofocus and simply let your instincts and keen eyes guide you. You pulled the camera back and looked at the digital display of the picture and couldn’t help the smile that crossed your face. “Perfect,” you muttered as you pulled the camera up to continue. “C’mon, let’s keep it up.”
Photo smiled happily at you as you resumed her photo op. Time seemed to slip by as the photo shoot went on. You took picture after picture and each one was more stunning than the last. Photo was truly amazing; her posture, her energy; had you not known any better you’d think she was a professional model instead of just a photographer. As you continued, her poses continued to get bolder and bolder, all the while, the growing tightness in your pants a clear evidence of this. You did your best to hide it and keep in control, not wanting this moment to be ruined. When the music finally ended, Photo was lying down on her back across the sand with her right leg bent up and her upper body in full view with her head laying upside down. “Ah, now zhaz vas invigorazing,” she sighed blissfully. “So, how do zhe piczures look?”
“Fantastic,” you promise her as you go over all of them. “You look like a natural.”
“Now you’re jusz saying zhaz,” Photo said as she finally sat back up.
“No, really, come have a look,” you say as you hold out the camera.
“No, I can’z,” she shook her head, pulling her legs up to herself and wrapping her legs around them with her back to you. “I won’t see it like you.”
“C’mon, trust me,” you tell her as you make your way over to her. When you reach her, you kneel down beside her and hold the camera out in front of her. “See for yourself.”
There’s a moment of slight hesitation until she final pulls her hand up to take the camera from you. At first, she lingers on the first picture for a few moments in silence and once again you become anxious; her masterful poker face hiding her expressions. “Zhis…” she finally speaks but pauses soon after. “Zhis…Zhis is…magnificenz!”
You sigh heavily with relief when you see a wide smile break out on her face as she begins flipping through the other pictures. “Unbelievable,” she says almost breathlessly. “Anon, zhese are zruly remarkable. You’ve capzured every pose az zhe perfecz angle zhaz encompasses every curvazure of my body in zhat pose,” she said, turning to face you with a wistful smile. “Iz is as if you’ve capzured my very soul.”
You couldn’t help the blush that quickly spread across your face. You’ve rarely ever seen Photo smile and certainly not like this and especially over pictures you’ve taken before. To hear such praise from the young photography prodigy, to say you were happy was quite the understatement. “So, do you finally see it? Do you see now that you do have “zhe magiks”?” you asked.
She looked at the photos until her joyful expression furrowed into a sterner one. “No, noz yez,” she told him.
“What,” you say in pure shock and confusion. “But you said-”
“I know, meine freund, I know vhaz I said,” she cuts you off in an understanding tone, “but zhis… isn’z enough. I feel as if…as if I’m szill holding back. I know I can do bezzer zhan zhis I jusz need…somezhing!”
“Like what?”
“I don’z know,” she muttered aloud, deep in thought. “I need zo do somezhing…more. Somezhing bold, somezhing exhilarazing, somezhing like…you.”
“Me?” you asked, brow raised.
“Yes, don’z you see,” she said, taking a step closer, pressing her hands and her chest against yours, causing your face to turn a darker shade of red. “Zhe only reason I managed to see passed my own flaws and see vhat lay underneazh all my failed azzempzs was because of you, Anon. I need you.”
You dreamed of hearing her tell you those words, but you never thought you’d ever hear them, especially in this context; but never the less, the girl of your dreams was once again in need of your assistance and you would be damned long before you turned her down. “What do you need from me,” you asked.
“Gez zhe zripod and sez zhe camera up, zhen sez zhe zimer on zhe camera zo zhirty second inzervals.” she told you. You simply nodded and went about your task. After quickly grabbing one of the tripods from the corner of the room, you hook up the camera to it before making sure it was in a proper position to take the most accurate photos. Once that was finished, you pull up the camera’s settings and set the auto-shoot feature to take pictures every thirty seconds, just as Photo requested. “Okay, finished,”
“Good,” she said, turning toward the set and striding over to it. “Now, zurn iz on and come here.”
“Wait, you want me in the picture with you,” you ask in pure confusion.
“Yes, now hurry,” she snapped impatiently. A little caught off guard, you quickly turn on the auto shoot and hurry onto the set, standing in front of the bikini-clad photographer.
“Alright, now wha-”
“Liszen and liszen fasz, Anon,” she told you, clasping her hands on either side of your face, making sure your attention was solely on her. “I vant zhese nexz piczures zo go beyond zhe lasz and for zhat, I need you. You’ve helped me begun zo realize my own magiks, so if I’m going to zake zhese piczures to zheir limizs, you’ll have zo help me. So vill you?”
“No problem,” you said without a moment’s hesitation as her words completely hook you.
She smiles at you, moving her hands from your face to wrap her arms around your neck, pulling you in closer, “zhen lez us begin.”
Your mind practically explodes when she presses her soft, delicate lips against yours. Your body goes rigid until you hear the "click" of the camera go off, most likely capturing your surprised expression. No sooner after you hear the click you feel Photo’s tongue press passed your lips and snake its way into your mouth. The moist succulent muscle laps and playfully prods at yours and you can’t help but note that she tastes sweet, like blueberries. With your initial shock fading away, you decide to accept your fate and enjoy this intimate moment with your lovely crush. You quickly wrap your arms around the small of her back as you fight back and let your tongue mingle with hers. Seconds later you hear the camera “click” once more, but the sound was quickly drowned out by the sound of Photo moaning into your mouth.
After her moan subsided, she quickly pulled away, leaving a single strand of saliva connecting your lips. Just as the liquid rope connecting your lips broke, the pale blue girl smiled up at you, “Wunderbar."
Without warning or hesitation by either of you, you both dove back in, kissing in a more assertive and passionate embrace. You feel your bodies mingle and meld as your hands roamed and explored one another’s form; you feel Photo’s hands rose up, ruffling and gripping your hair while your hands traveled down to her rear end. Once you’ve reached her soft supple cheeks you can’t help but give them a nice firm grip. Photo gives slight shriek which quickly devolves into a hearty moan before another click of the camera goes off. You return the photographer’s moan with a hearty groan of your own as you revel in the sensations of her cheeks in your grasp, her warm body against yours, her scent filling your nostrils and the taste of her saliva; all of which are sending your mind and body into a lustful frenzy that you don’t want to end.
You feel the time starting to slip by as the two of you pull your lips apart, but leave your tongues dancing in the open air, you once again hear the camera go off to capture the risque display. Photo dove in for one more quick but fiery kiss before separating completely. Both she and you panted and gasped for some much need oxygen, staring into each other’s eyes or rather in your case her glasses. “Yes, zhaz...zhaz vas good, buz ve muszn’z szop," she said before instantly dropping to her knees in front of you. “Ve go furzher! Go Beyond!"
Even if you felt like it, Photo doesn’t give you a single moment to protest as she quickly unfastens your belt and in one swift motion, yanks both your pants and boxers down your ankles, letting the erection you hadn’t even realized you were sporting spring up before her. Again, you hear the camera click and capture the moment that your crush exposed and saw your cock for the first time. If not for the slight jerking back motion of her head, you wouldn’t have suspected her surprise at seeing your member right before her. “Amazing,“ she gasped in awe before looking up at you. “Did...Did I do zhis zo you?"
“You always do this to me," you spoke with a wave of honesty that surprised both of you as you see her cheeks redden at your
statement.
She smiles sweetly at you and then looked down to your hard on. She took hold of the base of your rod, feeling the heat as pulses in her grasp, “Vell zhen, I besz noz disappoinz, ja?"
She leaned in to give your tip a sweet and tender kiss, causing it to give a nice twitch in her grasp as pleasurable jolt shot through your spine. You hear the click again as another memorable moment is caught. “I can’t wait to see those pictures," you can’t help but think.
You watch as Photo leans in to give your member a slow firm lick up the underside of your shaft. A strong shudder runs through you as you feel her soft wet oral muscle drag across your flesh. Just as you feel her tongue reach the tip, she flicks it, gaining a gasp from you and a giggle from her. She quickly starts in on your cock, lapping at it in long sensual motions. You’re pretty sure she’s never done this before, but her earnest eagerness to pleasure you easily makes up for it. You shiver and groan under her oral caresses, basking in the wonderful sensations assaulting your senses. Photo seems to be completely focused on her task as she licks and lathers your dick with an attentiveness and intensity you’ve only ever seen in her when she had a camera in hand.
Before long your tool is coated in a nice thick sheen of her saliva. She pulls her tongue back to give your member a few firm strokes with her hand, though she doesn’t stop there. Once again, her assertiveness takes you by surprise as she opens her mouth and leans into to accept your phallus. You can’t help but groan as she takes in a good portion of her dick into her mouth. The softness of her lips, the warmth of her mouth and wetness of her tongue are all alien sensations to you, but all together they send a wave of astounding euphoria washing over your body that nearly wipes your mind blank.
Your mind takes moment or so to restart, which seems to be fine given that when you come to you see Photo looking up at you, her mouth still over your dick, waiting patiently. You give a curt nod, giving her the okay to proceed and she replies with a small smile around your crown, followed by a light lick of her tongue against his tip. You moan as that light lick grew into another strong stroke of her tongue, swirling it around your tip as she slowly worked her head back and forth along your shaft. You felt your dick practically melting into her mouth while she took slow shallow jerks of her head as she both worked herself into a rhythm and familiarized herself with your member, giving small but hearty moans of lust.
You make no means to hide the groans of pleasure; you want Photo to know how you feel, that you’re enjoying yourself, that you’re enjoying her and how she’s making you feel. She clearly enjoys your vocalized cries of pleasure as you hear her moan around your member, adding, even more, sensation before she starts to speed up her sucking. With her ministrations becoming more vigorous, you can feel her taking more and more of your rod into her mouth; her lips creating a nice seal as she sucks in long fast motions, dragging her tongue along the underside of your dick.
Your legs feel like their turning to jelly as you try to fight the urge to thrust back into her mouth. Your grasp of willpower slips free for just a brief moment and you give a weak, but noticeable thrust into photographer’s oral canal. She squeaks in surprise before purring around your shaft. Suddenly, she wraps her arms around your waist, pulling you towards her, taking your shaft the final few inches into her throat. You tighten your eyes closed, releasing a hearty moan, feeling the wonderful tightness of her throat around your tip. You open your eyes and look down to see Photo holding firmly to you, moaning and humming with your member nestled deep inside her mouth. You can’t help but be impressed that she’s not gagging or sputtering as she refuses to move. “Wow, no gag reflex."
After another moment or so, she slowly pulls herself back up your member, making an audible slurping sound as she retreated back. When she finally reached your tip, she released it with a loud pop. “Zhat vas nice," she smiled, licking her lips as she looks up at you. “Don’z hold back, nein, make zhe magiks with me."
Having been given permission and the obvious desire in her eyes, telling you to participate, you hold no further reservations and place your hands atop the cyan girl’s head, pressing her back toward your cock. She smiles back up at you before once again taking your cock into her mouth. You groan as you feel Photo practically swallow your cock back down her throat with the greatest of ease. The warm wet, tight sensation of her mouth is too great and you finally feel yourself give into the pleasure as you start thrusting your hips and formally begin to fuck the girl’s face.
Photo holds firmly to you, letting you take the lead and set the rhythm, allowing herself to match it. If your orgasm wasn't impending before, it is certainly on the rise now; both you and Photo moaned and groaned as you feel your seed churning inside, demanding to be released down the photographer’s waiting mouth. “Argh...Photo, I’m...I’m gonna cum!" you warn her.
Your warning does nothing but seeming to spur her on as she starts sucking and licking your shaft with total abandon, determined to see you finish. Her sudden increase in vigor drives you to up your game as well and match her intensity. Going at it as hard as you both are, you can easily feel your seed rising up your shaft, preparing to fire. “Photo...I’m...I’m cumming!" you cry out, feeling yourself reach your limit.
With an audible groan, you throw your head back and give one final thrust into Photo’s mouth, letting you unload your seed right down her throat. The cyan girl moans deeply as you fire shot after shot of your warm essence into her mouth. With your orgasm flowing through you, your grasp on her head goes lax, allowing her to slowly pull herself back up your shaft. You shudder and moan, looking back down as she trails her tongue and suckles sweetly off your sensitive member, continuing to coax more and more of your spunk from you to fill her mouth and your dick simply complying to giving her what she wants. Just as you feel climax tampering off, Photo finally reaches your tip and with a loud pop, removes herself from your dick. She takes a moment to tip her head back and swallow her treat before righting herself with her mouth hanging open and tongue lolling out, panting harshly for air. She then gives your prick a few firm jerks of her hand, letting your last few spurts fire onto her face and coat her sunglasses.
You stumble back a step or two, panting heavily, trying to catch your breath, your eyes, training on the cyan girl who seems to be just as winded as you are. “You okay, Photo," you asked.
She doesn’t reply right away. Much to your surprise, she reaches up and takes her glasses off. You're stunned for a moment, mouth slightly agape and eyes widened as for the first time since you’ve met her, you’re treated to the sight of Photo’s beautiful magenta eyes. The majestic purple shaded orbs are half-lidded, as she gazes at her glasses almost examining them like one of her pictures. Then you watch as she leaned forward and slowly began to lick your jizz from the lenses. Her licks are slow, lavishing as she pulls the viscous liquid into her mouth, letting her savor the taste. When she lapped up the last of your seed, she then proceeds to lick the remnants from around her mouth.
After she finally finished cleaning herself, she sighed heavily looking up at you, lustfully and longingly, “Wundubar, meine freund. Zruly ve are making zhe progress.“
She stood up and in a few graceful strides she hugged you tightly, pressing her head into your chest, clearly listening to your still slightly quickened beating heart. “Ja, you feel iz zoo,“ she said, excitedly, looking up at you with hopeful eyes. Before you could respond, she quickly wraps her hands around your head and pulls them between her soft perky breasts. You can’t help but blush after finally getting to feel them against your face, but you soon come to your senses as your ears become bombarded by the sound of Photo’s heavily beating heart. “You hear iz, zhat meine freund, zhat is zhe magiks! I’ve never felz iz so szrongly before and cerzainly noz vhen I vas shoozing myself. Buz now, now I feel iz, iz flows so naturally and zhaz’s because of you. So please, help me, lez us make more of zhe magiks zogezher."
You look up into her eyes and you can see the earnest joy in them. You hear the faint “click“ of the camera in the background, reminding you of its presence. She knows it's still on and she wants to keep going. She wants to do more. With you. She loosens her grip and lets you straighten yourself up to stand eye to eye with her. “Please, make da magiks with me."
You simply smile at her and lean into to claim her lips in a deep passionate kiss. You hear Photo moan sweetly into your mouth as her body practically melts into your embrace. Your kiss slowly becomes more heated by the second as you slowly begin to lower yourselves down onto the sand with Photo lying beneath you, all the while, neither of you daring to break your lips apart.
Following the blissful passion flowing between you, you decide to get a bit brazen. You reach up with your right hand and latch onto her right breast. The cyan girl takes a sharp inhale of breath as your hand firmly gropes and massages her mound. You can feel her hardened nipple brushing against both your palm and her bikini, the thin fabric doing little to protect the tender nub from your grasp. It isn’t until you finally take hold of the sensitive tip did Photo finally break your kiss, gasping in pleasure at the sensation. You don’t let up. The next kiss you seize you plant on her neck. She moans and shivers as you assault her neck with light kisses and sensual licks.
Photo’s cries of delight drive you wild, the feeling of her body practically writhing beneath your touch and advances quickly spurring your partner to rise back to attention. As your arousal increases, so does your desire to see more of photographer’s body. In one swift motion, you lean back and take hold of Photo’s top and in one swift motion, rip it off of her and toss it aside. She squeals in surprise, it quickly devolves into a hearty purr as she feels her breasts fall free from their restraints. She looks up at you needily with lidded eyes, wrapping her arms around you, “Ja, meine liebe, don’z hold back.“
You stare down at her fully exposed chest; her lush perky breasts rising and falling with each quickened breath and her magenta nipples looking achingly erect. Without an ounce of hesitation, you lean forward and take her right breast into your mouth, while your left-hand plays with its idle twin. Photo moans deeply, holding you close, her hands running through your hair as you suck on her tender nipple. You soon find yourself becoming more aggressive, licking and nibbling at her teat while your other hand gropes her other mound, tweaking and flicking the other.
Photo’s moans reach new heights as her pleasure rises. She hooks her right leg over your waist, pulling your lower body toward hers. You both groan as her hold on you causing your newly formed hard on to press against her soaked bikini thong and the wet flower behind it. You can’t hold back the slight shudder that runs through you as you feel the heat coming off her sodden pussy and Photo can’t seem to get enough of you pressing against her nethers as she suddenly starts grinding her hips back and forth against you. As she pumps her hips back, you feel your tip flicking against her love button, each stroke against it eliciting a sharp shriek from her, causing more of her juices to coat her thong and your dick.
You growled in hungry, lustful need. You wanted to take the final leap, to plunge your dick deep inside Photo and drive her even wilder than she already was. You were so close, right upon the precipice, but couldn’t take the final step. Not yet. Photo trusted you and you certainly didn’t want to break that trust and hurt her, but you knew your willpower couldn’t hold out forever. And then, suddenly, Photo cried out, “Nein! Nein! Nein!"
You quickly cease and desist your ministrations and Photo soon follows right behind you; her head falls back, eyes closed while her leg untangles from your lower back and falls limp as she lays on the ground under you, her arms still holding you as she pants and heaves feverishly, trying to catch her breath. “Photo, I’m sorry," you quickly respond in worry as you pull back and look at her weakened prone form, “are you okay? Did I hurt you?"
“Nein," she repeats, shaking her head before opening her eyes, smiling at you sweetly. “I...I vas abouz zo cum.“
Her response catches you off guard for a moment. “Then why did you tell me to stop?"
“Because,“ she replied, caresses her hand against your cheek, “I vanz zo cum vizh you inside me."
Your cheeks flush red and you feel your dick throbbing in excitement, but reality also dawns on you, one last time, “Uh...Photo, I...I don’t have...condom or anything."
“Iz‘s fine, I have meine own prozeczion."
“Really?"
“I alvays vanted my firsz zo be as real and genuine as my piczures, full of zhe magiks. I can'z do zhaz wizh a condom. Nein, no half measures. I vanz you inside me. I vanz you zo cum inside me, vizh me."
You’re stunned in awe and admiration, two emotions that Photo always manage to strike you with. You smile down at her, claiming her lips in a gentle, loving kiss. She kisses you back before her arms snake down your chest and reaches the hem of your shirt. You shift and maneuver, assisting her in removing it from you. It isn’t until it reaches your neck that you break the kiss, letting her pull off and toss it aside, leaving you completely exposed. You move and shift to her side before leaning back down to kiss her once more. Your left hand then lightly trails down her stomach, reaching down between her legs toward her bikini thong. You feel her skin tremble under your touch until you reach the seam of her thong, hooking your thumb under the band.
With steady ease, you pull her last garment of clothing down her legs, before tossing it toward your discarded shirt. You once again, break the kiss, allowing yourself to straighten up and take in the cyan girl’s beauty. Photo makes no move to shield herself as she slightly spread her legs, showing you her glistening, clean shaven pussy. “I zhink ve have vaized long enough."
You simply nod in agreement before moving yourself into position, spreading Photo’s legs wider, fully exposing her dripping sex to you. You take your member in hand, pressing and prodding her opening with your tip. She shivers and bites her lower lip, her eyes trained on yours in anticipation. “Ready?"
She nods firmly. You both take a deep breath as you give one strong solid thrust, breaking through Photo’s thresh hold. Photo tightened her eyes as she screamed, arching her back and balling her fist, clearly trying to fight through the pain. Pleasure and pain seem mix within you as her tight, wet virgin walls constrict around you, but none of that seems to compare to the look of distress on Photo’s face as she trembles beneath you. You hold still for a moment, letting the photographer regain her composure before deciding to help her along by reaching out and massaging her clit with your right thumb. Photo’s expression seems to relax after a time; her breathing becoming calm and shallow, while her vice like walls loosens their grip on you.
Another minute passes before she finally opens her eyes again, looking straight up at the ceiling before back at you. “You okay now?"
“Ja...iz noz as bad as I zhoughz," she said, managing to crack a smile. “You may proceed."
You give an affirming nod before you lean over her, placing both hands on either side of her head and slowly begin to pull back, groaning in pleasure as you feel her slick walls hug you firmly, almost refusing to let you go. It wasn’t until you removed all but your tip from her entrance before you thrust back into the hilt, burying as much of your member as she could take. Photo cried out as you spread her walls apart and you could feel them tightening around you once again. You pulled yourself back and soon found yourself in a nice steady rhythm, thrusting in long hard strokes. Photo soon follows your lead, her hips thrusting and undulating and matching your stride, moaning and cooing in blissful delight. As you pound away at her slick depths, you stare deeply into her beautiful, loving magenta eyes and she into yours. Both of you truly holding onto the powerful connection binding you two in this moment of sheer pleasure and desire for one another. “Oh Photo...you...you have no idea how...how long I wait for this," you pant in exhilaration. “How long I dreamed about this. Even still...I never dreamed you would feel this good."
“Oh ja," she cooed, draping her arms around your neck. “Meine pussy feels good?"
“It feels amazing," you groan in earnest, your hips refusing to stop a single beat. “You’re so tight and warm and wet. I don’t think I can stop my hips...even if I wanted."
“Good, don’z szop,“ she implored. “Iz feels good for me zoo. Your dick is filling me up so nicely and is hizzing jusz...zhe righz...spoz.“
Her last words come out with some slight force as her face begins to contort and tighten. Your guesses as to why don’t even take the time to register as you feel her walls convulsing around you, signaling her release. Her pussy’s sudden spasming sparked something within you as well and you couldn’t help what happened next. You lean back, sitting up on your knees, causing Photo’s arms to fall from around you and lose rhythm for a moment as a look of confusion takes over her face. However, it doesn’t remain there for long as you take hold of her hips ad start thrusting in short but fast motions. She shrieks in surprise, her back arching slightly off the ground, before settling back, moaning and whimpering in ecstasy at your change in tempo. You quickly feel her legs wrap themselves around the small of your back, pulling herself closer to you, her pussy begging to get every ounce of pleasure you’re offering it. “Ja, ja, ja, ja, ja Anon," she screams, her hands, taking in fistfuls of sand as her eyes tighten, preparing for the inevitable. “Jusz like zhat! Jusz...like...zhat! Iz coming. I feel zhe magiks iz cumming!!!"
Photo screams in total abandon, her back arching high up, you almost fear she’ll snap her spine as her orgasm crashes down on her. You moan sweetly as you feel her walls reverberate and massage your glands, threatening to send you over the edge with her, but you hold strong. You look over Photo’s violently shuddering form, her mouth agape as a trail of drool flows down the side of her lips. For a time, she seems perpetually frozen where she is, twitching every now and then, but eventually, her back slowly descends back onto the ground, panting heavily, trying to catch her breath. Her eyes flutter open a crack, her breasts steadily rising and falling with her labored breaths, “Meine... Meine vord. Zhaz...Zhaz vas amazing."
“I’ll say," you slowly try to control your own breathing, shuddering slightly as you feel her pussy still quivering around your hardness.
“You...You didn’z cum," she huffed, looking back at you in confusion.
“Yeah, I...I just wanted to, you know...return the favor for earlier." you smile lightly at her.
“Zhaz’s sweez,“ she smiled at you, “But nein.“
With a sudden swiftness you had only seen when she was taking pictures, Photo practically tackles you, forcing you both to change positions with you lying flat on your back and her straddling your waist; her legs lay on either side of yours as she sits down on her knees while your member remains buried to the hilt inside her love cavern. You groan at her sudden abrupt action while she releases a throaty moan, shuddering with your member deeply impaled into her depths. “What was that for?" you asked, looking at her in confusion.
“Sorry, meine freund,.... buz iz is as I said before," she said, looking down at you with a knowing smile as she straightened her back, pressing her hands against your chest to hold herself steady, “Nein half measures. One more zake and zhis zime we do iz righz."
She slowly gyrates her hips back and forth, twisting her tender flesh around your phallus, cooing and purring in satisfaction as she elects a hearty moan from you. “Now, Anon, make zhe magiks, one more zime wizh me," she spoke sweetly, her hips refusing to stop.
You smiled up at her and nodded. She smiled back at you and with the matter settled, Photo stopped her grinding and rose up on her knees, pulling herself off your spire until little more than half of your member was treated to the cold fridged air before she dropped back down, letting her pussy once again embrace you in her soft warmth. Both you and Photo moaned as she rode you; her hips rising and falling in long steady strokes. Your hands, not wishing to stay idle began to move as their seized her sides. Photo shuddered a bit against your touch as your hands ran up and down her trim frame. “Ja, zouch me, zouch me more!“ she pleaded.
Not needing to be told twice, your hands roam across her stomach; you can feel her trembling with each gentle caress as you trail them up till you reach her bouncing chest. Photo releases a deep approving moan as you grasp both her supple mounds. Your hands grip and sink into her bountiful flesh with her nipples peeking through the gaps between your fingers as you start rigorously massaging her chest. Photo gasped, moving her hips with some added vigor as your hands groped her firmly. Your fingers quickly make a play for the cyan girl’s tender nubs, pinching and tugging them lightly between your index fingers and thumbs. She lets out a pleasant gasp as you feel her walls tighten even more around your member.
Photo’s rhythmic thrusts quickly become too much to bare, the impulse to thrust and move your own hips crying out inside you. With no hesitation, you give your hips a strong firm upward thrust, driving your member deep into Photo’s wet pussy. The cyan girl moans in blissful delight at your sudden action. When you begin moving your hips, you both fell into a fast and strong, but steady pace. The audible smacking sounds of your nethers colliding against one another quickly becoming drowned out by your cries of ecstasy. Photo makes no attempt to hide her pleasure filled moans and screams while you groan under your intense passionate lovemaking, “Oh, Anon, you feel so good inside me."
“I know," you groan, letting the pleasure wash through you, “Your pussy is so warm and tight, I can’t get enough. I love it."
You give her nipples a nice firm twist, electing a gasp from her that quickly devolved into a wonderous shudder. “Ja, Anon, harder, fuck me harder!" she pleaded.
Wanting to do nothing more than comply, you remove your hands from her sweet pillowy breasts and take hold of her hips before bringing them and her glistening crotch down onto yours. She screams in total ecstasy, relinquishing control and letting you take the reins as you raise and plunged her tight pussy on off and on your spire, letting it reach her deepest regions. “Amazing, simply amazing! Anon, jusz like zhaz! Pound meine pussy jusz like zhaz!"
You can’t see yourself stopping even if you so desired. You feel Photo’s pussy tugging and sucking your member as you rapidly pump in and out of her, the pleasure clearly driving you to the brink. “Anon, meine freund, zhiz...zhiz iz wundubar," Photo moaned sweetly as she closed her eyes and leaned back, her hands landing squarely on your knees to support herself, putting herself, completely on display. “I zhink.... I zhink I’m going....going zo cum soon."
“You’re not the only one," you mutter under your breath as you feel your orgasm rising up.
“I can feel iz," she gasped, opening her eyes, looking down at you with a half-lidded gaze. “I...I can feel you engoring inside of me. You’re going zo cum soon."
“Yeah," you groan as your thrust start becoming more forceful. “I can’t take it. Your pussy feels so good. I wanna cum inside you."
“Ja, me zoo, I wanz you zo cum inside me.“ she practically begged. You quickly start moving your hips with total abandon as Photo joins in adding her own thrusting to help bring you closer. You moan under her undulating hips, feeling not only your aching release grow closer and closer, but also the sensation of her walls massaging around your dick. “Do iz, Anon, fill me wizh everyzhing you have!"
Her passionate pleas do nothing but spur you on, your hips moving in a blur as your body cries out for your climax. Photo screams in euphoric bliss as your wild maniac thrust bring her closer to her own release. At the pace you two are going, you can feel your chambers are locked, loaded and ready to fire. “Photo I’m...I’m gonna...gonna..."
“Me zoo...“ she exclaims, her nails digging into your knees. “Cum! Cum inside me, now!"
You feel yourself right on the precipice. You give it your all, thrusting with everything you’ve got until you give one final thrust and bury your meat stick as you unload yourself into her. You groan in sweet relief, though your cries are instantly drowned out by Photo’s scream of rapture as you paint her insides white. No sooner after you let free your first few shots do you then feel her walls clamp shut around you and a severe dampness gush forth and drench you pelvis. Photo purrs and shudders atop you, her orgasm clearly having shocked her system worse than the last, however, that doesn’t seem to stop her as she grinds her hips back and forth, causing you to moan as she tries her hardest to coax as much of your seed from you as possible. “Mmmm, so warm and so full,“ she cooed, gazing down at you longingly. “Zhaz was unglaublich."
“Huh," was your only response, giving your german wasn’t all that good.
She giggled at your confusion. “Incredible, meine freund. Zhaz was incredible."
“No, you were...are incredible," you rebut, moving your hands to massage her thighs.
“And you are so sweez," she smiled at you as she leaned down and claimed your lips in a short but loving kiss.
You both lie in silence for a moment or so, basking in your afterglow and trying to recover from your high when suddenly, the noticeable “click" of your camera sounds, drawing both your attention to where you left it, still sitting on the tripod. “Oh scheisse," Photo cursed under her breath before she quickly rose to her feet, letting your long since deflated member slip free from her dripping sex. Once she was up, she hurried over to the device with a slight spring in her step. “I can’z believe iz, we were having so much fun I almosz forgoz we were zaking piczures."
When she reached it, she quickly disengaged the auto function and started running through the pictures. You get up and make your way over to her, however, as you get closer and closer to her, you notice her expression turn from delighted to concern. “Photo, what’s-"
You’re not even given time to finish your sentence before she dashes right past you and back onto the beach set gather her clothes. “I’ve goz zo go, zhere is much I need zo do," she said in a hurry.
“Photo, wait, what’s-"
“I’m sorry, buz I musz gez home.“ she interrupted you as she quickly got dressed. Once she was fully clothed she rushed passed you, muttering, “So much zo do, so lizzle zime. Now...I go!"
And with that, the photographer was gone and out the door. You stood there, completely naked and completely perplexed. “Well...talk about leaving a guy high and dry, sorta. Guess I’ll just get dressed and...wait," you muttered to yourself, looking down at your soaked nethers, you stop and look around at the equipment still lying around, “Aw man, I gotta clean this up too. Argh, this is gonna take forever. Well, at least I got my..." you look back to the tripod to see you camera missing. Your eyes spring wide, before glancing all over the room to realize what must have happened. “Argh crap, she took my camera again! Great, just great."
You groan and sigh in an aggravated tone as you made your way back to the set to grab your clothes. Just as you were about to pick up your shirt you notice something lying in the sand next to it. Photo’s sunglasses. You stare at it for a moment in surprise, knowing Photo never went anywhere without her glasses, same as her camera, but in her rush, you knew she must have forgotten them. You then reach and pick them up, looking them over as the lenses gleam in the artificial light of the stage lamps. Just looking at them, all you can think about is their owner and the wonderful moments you just shared with her. A smile slowly spreads across your face and despite the fact that you know you’re going to be cleaning up the room for a while, just holding those glasses with these memories fresh in your mind only two words come to you, “Worth it."