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A letter to a lover.

It was not easy, the woman's words and kiss and fingers had started something. She felt a tickle just inside those boy shorts. And with each click of the camera, she felt her nipples harden.

"Now, stand and straight legged, bend over the back of the couch." The photographer stayed behind the camera.

Again, she did as she was told. The photographer moved closer. Her fingers undid the first few buttons on the front of the dress and then they slipped inside her bra. She stood still as the woman gently lifted her breasts from their silky confines. Her nipples throbbed and the photographer deliberately grazed the back of her hand over the left. It jumped in response.

"Mmm," was all the woman said before moving behind and hiking the skirt up and over her ass to reveal the black and beige panties. She felt her clit clench in anticipation of that dangerous hand but it never arrived and she stood, her sex throbbing as the photographer returned to her cameras.

More clicking. More tingling. She felt her breath coming in shorter and shorter gasps.

"Now, lie back on the chaise." The photographer brought the tiny glasses of Grand Marnier with her and sat on the end of the couch.

"You know we didn't discuss price." She sat, back to the chaise, legs crossed.

"You are actually doing me a favor. I need two really good shots to finish up this show. All I'll need then will be your signature on the release. You get the finals." The photographer held her glass up.

"You're going to put these in a show?" she smiled. This is one gallery opening her husband might want to attend. The photographer nodded yes and they tapped glasses. The sweet orange liquid slipped down her throat and warmed her from the inside, making her head...and her inhibitions delightfully dizzy.

Slowly, she leaned back into the chaise and let her legs slide out in front, nudging the photographer from her perch on the edge of the couch.

The woman stood for a minute and looked her over, head to toe. She felt the woman's brown eyes focus first on her lips, which she parted slightly. Then they moved to her exposed breasts. Her nipples ached and she squeezed her arms together causing the flesh of her breasts to swell voluptuously.

The woman smiled and her eyes continued, gazing across her abdomen, covered with the silk of the dress before coming to a stop at the edge of the hem. The photographer raised her eyebrows in a question.

She didn't need to hear it aloud. Slowly, she took her hands and slid the fabric over her thighs to reveal pale soft flesh and gradually, her panties, now damp with unknown anticipation.

"What are you willing to do for the camera?" the woman asked. "I can just start taking pictures, if you like."

"Give me one more shot."

The photographer complied and asked again, "you like?"

She smiled and replied, "I like."

The photographer turned and moved to her camera. But this time, as the lens came into focus, she grasped each breast and squeezed. As her hands moved across her abdomen, she let her fingers draw the fabric up and over the top of her panties. At last, she took her right index finger and making a perfect 'o' with her lips, slipped the finger inside. Once moist, she slid it under the lace of her panties and again made that delightful 'o' as her body responded with tiny shutters of excitement.

She felt weight at the end of the chaise. Opening her eyes, she saw the photographer, hands clasped under her chin, kneeling in a pose at the far edge. The camera, unattended, continued to click as frame by frame, the woman crawled closer and closer until the woman knelt between her parted legs.

She leaned back and held out her hand to the woman. The photographer placed the fingers into her mouth all the while, keeping her eyes on her subject.

Breathing now in short gasps, she leaned back.

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