The ultimate in voyeurism – right there in the thick of things

“C” wanted some erotic photos taken, something just for fun and to share with a select few, certainly nothing warranting a professional.

I consider myself to be pretty decent with the camera, and while I had never done anything of the sort (my closest was a wedding once), I offered to help her.

I have a digital camera, very important for these sorts of photos, after all. One nice side function to digital cameras is the ability to shoot video. But we’ll get to that.

We didn’t bother with anything resembling a professional setup other than my set of lights that I use to photograph my jewelry…we did this because I figured that the flash would distract her if we got her to a point where she was no longer posing. I had hoped it would get to that point. We started her off with whatever posing she felt comfortable doing, in some skimpy but understatedly sexy clothing. Various states of undress ensued. She was getting more into it, more comfortable. The audience with whom she would share these photos got progressively smaller, the more she exposed.

Finally, the clothes were gone. I wish I could have been more involved, a “fluffer” so to speak, helping her keep her nipples hard and her pussy wet, but I didn’t want to push. I was happy enough to be where I was. Slowly it moved from her posing and showing off to her simply pleasuring herself while I continued to snap away. These photos proved to be some of her best. She started this shift with light strokes here and there, nothing really aimed at an end result of climax….yet. I moved closer, sitting in a chair almost at her feet, she was laying on her back, fingers working. Since I am equally attracted to women as I am men, let me assure you that it was very difficult to remain an inactive viewer.

When her touch grew more focused, her breathing labored and the scent of arousal filled the room, I wordlessly switched the camera into video mode and began to record her trip to climax. I captured fluid movement, her fingers trailing between each breast, pinching each nipple. Her other hand alternating between pumping in and out, to rubbing her clit. Her eyes closed, she had forgotton I was there. The labored breathing turned to moans. Her hips thrust forward to meet her hand. A pink flush moved up her chest. Quickly she grew silent and held her breath, stilled her movement while her fingers rubbed her clit furiously to bring her over the edge. Her moans and cries of release suddenly echoed in the room. As she opened her eyes and came down from the climax I shut off video mode.

She was a little embarrased at first until I assured her that it was the hottest thing I had seen and I didn’t mind at all. I suggested that as soon as she recovered a bit that she bring out her toys…after all, don’t we all love seeing a vibrator/dildo buried in a pussy? Almost as good as the real thing. The photo session continued for another orgasm before we called it quits.

I quickly left with a plausible excuse. The moment I was alone in my car my hand dove inside my jeans, testing the wetness (I would have been shocked if she hadn’t known how wet I was), touching my throbbing clit to ease a little of the pain. I drove away, headed for home where I immediately stripped naked and indulged myself.

Let me say that, without a DOUBT, I want to do this again. For a woman, a man, a couple. Pure porn or erotic art, I don’t care. I suppose it would be hotter for me if I could participate a little, but it’s not a requirement.