We lay there, his arms around me, his hand gently cupping my breast. He had just given me the pleasure of a great orgasm and we were relaxing and enjoying being close.
"That was very exciting," he said. "I can't tell you when a woman has excited me more than you do." You are an amazing lover."
"Thank you," I said, "You're an exciting lover as well." "I can't help wanting to know how you manage to be so in tune with your partner's desires and knowing how to pleasure a woman as completely as you do."
"I've had a lot of lovers and I like to please beautiful women like you," he said.
We chatted for the longest time, he asked me about what I like sexually, "For future reference," he said.
I asked about him and found out that he loves photography and watching people enjoy themselves sexually. "I guess that is why I turned to erotic photography," he said. "I love the erotic ballet of sex. The touching, the caressing, the response of the body to sexual stimulation. I love to watch women's nipples harden with arousal; I love to watch as your vaginas change as you get more and more excited. I love to watch men's cock respond to a woman's touch, the feel of her mouth, or her hand." "I love the sounds of sexual arousal, the increased rapidity of your breathing, the sounds you and other women make as a lover stimulates your body with pleasure." "I am amazed at the sight of a fully erect penis disappearing into a woman's vagina, the way the muscles of the vagina caress the shaft, the way the vagina produces a natural lubrication to facilitate penetration, the way that lubrication covers the penis and changes it from dry to slick."
"Wow," I said. "Hearing you say that I can relate to the erotic nature of the images you show me." "Knowing what excites you I can see why you like to make those kinds of photographs."
"So," he said, "Can I convince you to pose for me now?"
"I got very excited looking at your images; my mind was racing while we were making love thinking about how it would be to have sex with someone while being photographed. I am not sure I am ready for that as yet, but I do like the way men react to my body and I think it would be a big turn on to try it, at least once," I said.
"Great," he said. "I'll check my schedule and we can set aside a few hours for some test shots."
Our relationship continued to grow as we dated for several more weeks. He did photograph me nude twice during that time. The first were strictly nudes, of me in a variety of poses, standing by the windows of his studio, on his bed, the typical things you'd expect. I was thrilled by the results and enjoyed the experience of seeing what a talented photographer could do with light and shadow and form.
The second session was more explicit. Images of my body, with a concentration on my vagina, me stroking myself, me opening my labia, me inserting my fingers into myself, and me making myself come. It was exciting to be watched while I was sexually pleasuring myself, knowing that I could trust the fellow with the camera. I had a very intense orgasm, my mind flooded with various sexual memories I had.
He got some very erotic, to my thinking anyway, images during our shoots. Like the gentleman I knew him to be, he showed me everything he shot and asked for my permission to keep the image for further editing, cropping, etc. He explained everything he was planning on doing with the images and true to his word deleted anything I didn't feel comfortable with. Even after we reviewed the images, and he had put hours into editing them, if I didn't like the results he deleted the image, no questions asked.
We had several erotic photography sessions always followed by an extremely erotic sex session. I was turned on, he was extremely aroused at the way I was presenting myself for his camera, and the sex was extremely vigorous and seemed to last longer than usual. He was able to make me come multiple times before he emptied his balls deep in my cunt.
I was growing as a woman and as a woman who enjoyed her body and the erotic possibilities these situations offered. I felt more confident in myself and my sexual talents. I knew I was sexy when I wanted to be and I knew I was a woman who had, when possible to express myself, the ability to arouse, pleasure, and fulfill any man's fantasies without hesitation.
A month or so later, he and I were at our favorite restaurant enjoying a meal when a stranger approached out table. He seemed to know my future husband quite well. He asked the fellow to join us and have a drink while we waited to be served. His name was Sean and I was told that he was one of the models my husband had worked with in the past.
They chatted and my future husband suddenly looked over at me and said, "How would you like to pose with Sean? He is a very good model. Just the kind of guy to pose with for your first couples shoot."
