All characters are 18 or older.
This is chapter 2 of Sex in an Unusual Place, as was requested of me. This is a long, slow burn, unlike chapter 1. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. If you enjoy it, please leave me feedback to let me know. I would love to hear the thoughts of any of you ladies, especially.
Chapter 2
There's an old adage I learned in the Navy: In order to lead, you have to know how to follow. I've found this pertains to almost every facet of life.
Take Marie. When we'd gone to the cemetary for our photo shoot, she had taken charge, and I let her lead for the most part. Even when I led, I still took cues from what she wanted.
When we left the wedding and went to her loft above her boutique, I took charge. She liked that. We fucked hard and soft, fast and slow until we both had expended all energy a few hours later.
The next morning, we parted ways. She had her business to run, and it was nothing serious between us. Although, she did give me her number and told me to call her any time. I gave her my number, and that was that.
Or so I thought.
One week later, Kathy had gone to the boutique to check out her wedding photos. As she was now Marie's sister in law, she was allowed up in the loft, giddy with excitement, as almost everybody had shown up in costume, and Marie had done a wonderful job capturing the day. There were color prints and black and whites. Marie clearly knew what she was doing with a camera.
There were the photos of her and her new husband, Glenn. He was dressed as an elf lord, And she had worn the cutest little fairy outfit. He was wiry, but handsome. Not tall, she was 5'8 and stood 3 inches higher than him, her fiery red hair standing in stark contrast to his black hair. Her outfit had been tight enough to show off her 36C breasts and her slender but firm butt. The green matched her eyes and seemed to highlight the freckles she had everywhere. They both looked excited as high schoolers in all the photos.
She sighed, then flipped to other pictures. There were pictures of the identical twins, Christie and Chrystal, done up as matching victorian era maids with red contact lenses, matching some girl from an Anime, Kathy couldn't remember which. God they were so hot. They each stood 5'1, weighed in at 95 lbs, with jet black hair, flawless porcelain white skin, the perkiest little A cup breasts, and butts that popped out, not that the costumes showed those.
Kathy had always thought of herself as perfectly straight, but she'd found herself wanting to devour the two 18 year olds. Sigh.
There was dufus Tom, who showed up dressed as a 6'4 Dr Frank N Furter. She giggled at him striking poses whenever he'd seen the camera.
Not to be outdone, Tom's boyfriend Marcel had come dressed as Rocky Horror, complete with blond wig, hilarious seeing as he was a short black man, but he and Tom were cute together.
There was the other married couple from her circle of friends, the couple who bore the brunt of every dad joke because of their names, Jack and Jill, who had come dressed as knights in matching armor, his with sculpted abs, hers with a sculpted busom, handsome and pretty in one picture.
There were about 10 Vampire Lords and a matching number of Vampire Ladies, some classy, some slutty. 3 Frankenstein's Monsters. And more.
But, aside from seeing him in the background of most of the pictures, visible as a bright splash of color amongst a sea of black and dark costumes, she wasn't seeing the photos she had asked Marie to take of Max in his jester"s outfit.
Max had been amazing. Who knew he could juggle? And all the pirate and princess children had loved him, doing slapstick routines and playing chase games.
Kathy wanted to ask Marie about the other photos, but she was talking with another customer downstairs, and would be a little while. She was scheduling another wedding.
While waiting for Marie to finish with her business, Kathy looked around and spied another album on the bottom of the coffee table she next to the loveseat she was sitting on. It had the same pattern on the album as the one she was looking in, so she picked it up and opened it.
There he was! She had never told anyone, but she had always had the hots for him. He was goofy but sweet before he left. She had always thought his pecs were kind of sexy poking out from his shirts, but never got to see him without a shirt. Before the Navy, Max had always been self conscious about his body, always seemed to think he was scrawny. She would have said skinny, and perhaps wiry like her new husband. But still sexy.
Kathy had always wanted to grab him and jam his face into her breasts and take his virginity, but it just seemed it wasn't meant to be. She had been sad to see him leave, and then life just moved on.
She flipped through the book. Max juggling for the kids. Max telling goofy jokes to groans of laughter. Max telling dirty jokes when the kids were elsewhere to raucous laughter. Max dancing with Christie and Chrystal. She bet he didn't pick up on the looks of pure hunger in their eyes as they fought to see who could grind closer to him in those maid outfits.
She had thought Max would fill out more since joining the Navy, but in his costume, it seemed like it wasn't all that different than before.
Then she saw the pictures Marie had taken in the cemetary. Black and white, hauntingly gorgeous in the poses Marie had him take. Kathy felt her face flush. She loved the pictures of him on the mausoleum. She took her time and drank in every photo. She had butterflies in her stomach looking at him. His face HAD gotten more rugged. His now darkly tanned skin looked magical. THAT was a big change.
Max had always been rather pale before he left. He used to joke that he was moon burned, Kathy giggled to herself at that. He had said he now spent every day outside in the caribbean sun as part of his duties on the base.
She turned the page, and for a moment, her mind blanked. Who was this? The next photos were in the same poses, but this man was bare chested. A small tuft of hair between rock hard pecks, leading to smooth tan skin over abs of steel. Arms muscular in a well defined toned way as opposed to bulky weightlifter arms. She could see every different muscle. This man was gorgeous.
Kathy gasped as she looked to his face. Max? How had he kept this unnoticed? The shirt!
Kathy had thought the previous pictures were beautiful. These were...magical. she drank in every picture like a finely aged wine. She felt a stirring below, and her nipples were starting to stiffen. Max was a hunk!
She kept slowly turning pages, her mind inserting herself into the pictures with him, a harlequin to match the jester with the body of a knight. Her arousal amplifying with each new photo. Then, she came to a blank page.
No! There had to be more. She NEEDED there to be more! She glanced around frantically, spying a manilla envelope under the spot this album had been. Could it be?
She opened the envelope, and a stack of glossy photos fell into her hand. Max. Without his pants, in all his glory.
The photos were tasteful. Exquisite. Marie hadn't just taken nude dick shots. She had done a budoir session in the cemetary! With someone Kathy was now thinking might be the sexiest man she knew.
Her eyes were drawn to his nipples, his bare muscular ass, his abs, those oh so gloriously toned quads and calves. His glorious cock.
Kathy felt her nipples harden like diamonds, obvious even through her bra and blouse. What had been a kindling warmth in her panties was now a raging inferno beneath her skirt. She knew she was damp.
The next series of photos showed a dainty hand on that rock hard cock, Max's had thrown back. Then, Marie's face, licking and biting Max's nipples. Like Kathy wanted to. Max lost in pleasure was burned into her mind. Kathy wanted to make him give that look.
Marie with his big thick cock in her mouth. Max with his face buried in Marie's groin, fingers and tongue looking like they were magical if Marie's face were any indication.
