A photo shoot between friends

We'd been friends for a while, but the more I started wanting you, the less you gave away. The 'keep my distance' policy was quashed the minute you called up and said you were doing some sort of location scout for a photo shoot. Not my idea of fun, but I couldn't resist the chance to spend the afternoon with you. By about 6:30 pm, I was getting tired. We'd traveled for miles, spent hours in the car, and only five minutes out of it, nowhere seemed to live up to your expectations. I couldn't help but yawn and stretch as you drove.

"Tired?" You asked.

"Yeah. How much longer?"

"I think we'll make this the last stop".

When we arrived at the small beach, you just ploughed on ahead, toward the sand dunes, expecting me to follow with the digital camera, which I was still fiddling with.

"What do you think?" You asked.

"Nice" I said.

"Quiet" You grinned.

You took the camera from me and started scanning the scenery through the viewfinder.

"Do me a favor, go sit over there, and face me".

Fine. I obliged.

I trudged to the top of a dune, and sat down. I wasn't comfortable about being in shot, so I stuck my tongue out.

"Naughty" You smiled, then walked off in another direction.

I flopped back onto the sand. The color of the sky was changing, and I'd found the most perfect place to fall asleep.

"Hey, come over here!" You called, but I was reluctant to move.

"Come here!" It sounded more like an order than a request, but nevertheless, I moved.

"What?" I asked, when I found you at the bottom of yet more dunes.

"Sit there for me, I want to see how the light affects the detail"

The light was brighter sitting on top of the dunes, down here it felt much more shaded, secluded. You took a few paces back, and aimed the camera in my direction. After a few minutes of fiddling, a wide grin spread across your face...

"Go on then, flash me".

I let out a nervous laugh, unsure of whether you were actually joking or not, and very unsure of whether I wanted you to be serious or not. I quickly lift the bottom of my t-shirt up slightly, barely above my belly button, and then dropped it again quickly, smiling girlishly.

"That it?" You tease, "You can do better than that".

There were a few moments of silence.

"Do something for me" you said, your voice changing, sounding more serious "Just lift up your t-shirt at one side. Just a bit... Just show me a peek of your bra"

Slowly, I lifted one side of my t-shirt, just so you could see the bottom of the cup. I saw the subtle pursing of your lips, and felt my heart rate quicken when you said

"Higher... just a bit higher..."

I'm sure I was blushing; I tried to control my breathing.

"Pull it out" You said sternly.

"No"

"Just one tit. Pull it out, and lower the t-shirt if you want. Just show a bit..."

For some reason, I did, though I don't know why. I was terrified, and although I wanted you, I didn't like the control you had over me. My nipple stiffened with the cool air.

"good girl" you said, salaciously "Oh yeah!"

"Now take the bra off. You can leave your t-shirt on, but take the bra off".

Hesitantly I wiggled off my bra underneath my t-shirt, the throbbing between my legs became stronger. I could feel the wetness in my knickers as I tried to put the bra behind me, out of sight.

"Now lift your t-shirt again. Just one side, just like before"

I could barely lift it to my nipple. I felt so shy, so embarrassed.

"Higher! Close your eyes".

I was trembling a little.

"Take it off"

I stared at you, not quite believing what I was hearing, and not wanting to go any further. Was this just a tease? Were you just doing this to get me wet? Were you just going to smile and head off to the car like nothing had happened? You weren't smiling now... you just returned my stare. As you held my eye contact, I lifted my t-shirt up over my head. Feeling exposed, I quickly folded my arms.

"Unfold them".

I'm sure I heard uncertainty in your voice, I'm sure you saw uncertainty in my movements. I watched you, as you looked at my body, before hiding behind the camera again.

"What if you lie on your stomach, and slip your jeans off?"

"No, someone might come" I whispered.

"It'll be tasteful, I promise. Leave your panties on, slip your jeans off and lie on your front".

"I..."

"Do you want me to do it for you?" There was harshness to your tone, desperation.

Pissed off but very turned on, I slipped out of my jeans, trying to keep my legs tightly together.

"White cotton panties. Very nice! Now, open your legs".

I lost control of my breathing and started panting heavily as I lay down and tried to ever so slightly open my trembling legs, but my fear got the better of me.

"I can't,” I whispered, and you started to walk over.

"Then I'll help you" Your voice softened as you came and knelt beside me, and I sat up.

After the controlled way you gave your orders, that kiss... that kiss was such a contrast, and I couldn't wait any longer, and for the first time I noticed, saw that you couldn't too.

"Fuck me" I whispered. When you came down on top of me and I could feel you fiddling with your belt. I put my hand to my mouth and had to bite down hard on my thumb as you pulled my panties down my legs.

"I'm gonna come" I cried, as I opened my legs and wrapped them around you.

And as soon as I felt you push inside me that was it. Each strong contraction pulled you deeper inside me, your low, breathy voice becoming louder each time.

"Yeah... Yeah...."

It was only after you'd come, after we'd lay there for a while, you still inside, that I began to notice the chill in the air, the sand between my butt cheeks... the slight movement from behind a dune. And it was only after we'd dressed, and kissed some more that you noticed your camera, which you'd left at your vantage point, was missing.