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Taking Pictures (Sandra)

Short story By: Jaywrite44

A photo excursion takes an unexpected turn.....this is full erotica, but sensual.

Submitted:Jan 7, 2013    Reads: 3,929    Comments: 7    Likes: 5   

Sandra and I have been on dozens of photo excursions together. We've practically covered all of Myrtle Beach with our cameras. Her look is some combination of eccentric and Bohemian. At 32, she's six years younger than me, but she could easily pass for 25. We met at Vereen Gardens, a small, secluded park away from the tourist areas. I couldn't believe we hadn't found it before.

We met at 3pm, planning to linger long enough for some good sunset shots. Sandra is very petite, 5'0", 105 lbs., and looks even smaller next to me at 6'1", 180 lbs. She has light green eyes and her frequently changing hair color was pink today, not highlighted pink, a full head of even, cotton candy pink hair. And while it normally reaches her shoulders, she had it pulled up in a pony tail. Sandra had a pale complexion, not your typical beach girl. Though she wears little to no make-up, her skin is flawless.

It was a perfect Myrtle Beach day.....no clouds, 62 degrees.

"I love that we are the only two cars here," I said.

She agreed, reaching in the passenger door for her camera. She was wearing a lilac tank top, denim shorts, and sandals. The color of her shirt accentuated her pink hair, as well as easily revealing she had chosen not to wear a bra. By most people's standards, Sandra's chest would be considered small, but her size suits her petite frame.

We take the only path leading into the park. It starts to branch off more and more as we venture further back. All the while, we are snapping pictures and teasing about who got the most "likes" on their photoblog last week. Sandra and I never take pics of each other. It is nothing we ever spoke about, we just stick to the landscapes.

We had taken a path that led to a beautiful, white gazebo. After circling a couple of times for pictures, we stepped inside. There was a bench all the way around. Vines hanging from the roof partially covered each window, giving it some sense of privacy.

"We should picnic here," Sandra suggested, still taking pictures.

"I know, this is amazing," I said, still taking pictures as well. "Oops!!"

"What?" she inquired.

I showed her the display on my camera. She had leaned forward to get a close up of part of a vine, and I tried to get a shot out the window. But there was a pink ponytail in the bottom of my photo.

Laughing, she said, "if you want me to pose Jason, just ask."

"Okay," I said. "Will you pose for me Sandra?"

She was completely caught off guard, I could tell from her face. I took her camera from her and set it on the bench, not giving her a chance to say no. I stood in front of her and carefully removed her ponytail holder. After a couple of "supermodel hair shakes", she was ready.

The sun was beginning to set, leaving a soft, pink glow out the back window of the gazebo. I posed her by the window and began snapping away. Through some laughs, smiles, and pensive gazes, she was getting more comfortable as the target of my lens. I paused to look at the last few.

"These are amazing Sandra," I said. "You look really beautiful."

"Thanks Jason," she replied. "I get called a lot of things, but not beautiful very often."

I put my camera down and gently touched my hand to her face. I held her close to me and kissed her on the cheek.

"You know I don't...." I started to say, but was interrupted with, "I know, I know."

She returned a kiss on the cheek and asked, "so should we take some more pictures?"

"Yes," I said. "I'm not done with you."

She rolled her eyes and I grabbed my camera.

"Let's see how sexy you can be," I said.

No response, she simply went back to her mark. After a couple of silly faces and poses to annoy me and get herself comfortable, she began to work the camera. The chill from the sun going down had her nipples clearly hard through her tank top, only adding to her sexiness. Without being prompted, she lifted her shirt well above her belly button. Her low-rise shorts accentuated her curves.

"You have an amazing figure," I said.

Again no response, she just lifted her shirt further, just underneath her breasts. I approached and touched her tank top with one finger.

"I can see right through this anyway, you know?" I said.

Still no words, she silently lifted her arms above her head and challenged me with her eyes. With one hand, I lifted it over her head and placed it on the bench. She cupped her breasts with her hands and gave a shy smile. So impressed by the sight, it didn't occur to me that I was just standing there.

"No more pictures?" she inquired.

I quickly grabbed the camera and started shooting again. She turned away, revealing her bare back. She stretched her arms out, and then crossed them across her stomach. She slowly turned towards me, revealing her bare chest. I moved closer to her, and with one hand......unbuttoned her denim shorts.

"If you want them off, you'll have to take them off," she challenged.

At this point I put my camera down beside hers. I stood in front of her and slid my fingers in her shorts. With one motion, I pulled shorts and panties down and she kicked them aside. I admired her for a moment. All these years I've known her, how did I not realize sexy she was? I moved close and slid my fingers across her nipples. She put her hands under my shirt and ran her nails up and down my back. I pulled her close and pressed into her, wanting her to feel how hard I was.

"This hardly seems fair," she said, tugging at my shirt.

I quickly disrobed so we were both completely naked. I stood and admired her more. This beautiful woman I had never fantasized about before, had suddenly captivated my desire. I pulled her close, pressing against her, and kissed her passionately.......deeply. Sandra kissed my neck, then worked her way down my chest, making sure her tongue brushed my nipples along the way. Getting on her knees, she took me in her hand and licked my length from base to tip. After a few few swirls of the tongue around the head, she was gliding her lips up and down my shaft.

I was watching her and enjoying the pleasure, but I was overcome with passion. I wanted her so much......no, I needed her. I needed to be inside her, and not just her mouth. I gently pulled her hair, signaling her to stand, and she complied.

I nuzzled her earlobe and whispered, "I need to be inside you now."

I grabbed her left leg and pulled up and she wrapped her right leg around me. I slid into her and pressed as deep as I could go, making sure I was pressing against her clit. Staying as deep as I could, I rocked her back and forth, grinding against her as much as possible. She was wrapped tightly around me. With an intense squeeze, some nails across the back, and then a release.....I knew I had given her what she was craving.

With my hands still cupping her ass, she leaned back and clasped her hands behind my neck. I lifted her slightly and slid in and out of her. It only took a moment to find my release. I pressed deep inside her as I did and she pulled herself against me. Remaining inside her, I sat down on the bench with her in my lap. She kept her arms around me. Both of us seeming to lack the appropriate words.......we kissed.


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