Erotic Story: Photoshoot

“Yes! Fun!” I shout way too excitedly when I spot a photobooth at the back of the pub. He gives me a puzzled look. Before he can say anything, I’ve dragged him along by the hand and playfully push him into the booth. “Isn’t this great?!” I say as he sits down on the bench. “You’re great,” he replies and his hand caresses my bare thigh. “Stop it,” I respond, trying to swat his hand away. “Do you have any change?” I look at him with my sweetest face. It’s working. He searches his pockets for coins and I study him hopefully. Then he holds up a coin. “But,” he chuckles, “you’ll have to catch it first.” Before I even realize what he means, he has dropped the coin into his boxer shorts and looks at me with a cheeky grin. “Pfff,” I sigh, “you can only think of one thing, can’t you?” I pretend to find it annoying, but the opposite is true. I actually find his playful side arousing and move to stand between his legs. With his deep brown eyes fixed on me, I feel his hand stroking up the back of my skirt. In no-time his fingers have grabbed the lace of my thong and start tugging at it teasingly. “Well, are you going to look for the coin?” he asks a little sternly. I hesitate for a moment, and then move my hand towards the buttons of his jeans. “This is so wrong,” I protest, “don’t be silly.”“No one’s going to pull back the curtain, you know. And you wanted to make pictures, right?” he says while brushing a strand of hair from my face. “I can feel you getting wet,” he continues, referring to his fingers that are practically poking through my thong. I look at him briefly and then press my lips to his mouth. Our tongues find each other and glide smoothly past each other. Under my skirt, his fingers push my thong to the side and wander further forward from my back hole. Without effort, they slip deep inside and he starts fingering me. 

I rub my hand over his jeans, making him start to moan softly. Around us, we hear music playing, mixed with the murmur of people dancing and engaged in deep conversation. He’s right; no one notices us and no one will just pull back the curtain. The tension this brings quickly turns into complete, uncontrollable arousal and I start unbuttoning his jeans. “Come sit on me for a moment,” he pants after he pulls away from our passionate kiss. Nerves shoot through my body. In a flash, I undo his jeans and gesture for him to lift his butt slightly so I can pull his pants down. “Not all the way down to my ankles,” he grins, “otherwise everyone can see under the curtain that I’m sitting here in my bare ass!” With a chuckle, I let his pants rest on his thighs. “Fuck, that bench is cold!” he calls out in shock. “Sssh!” I laugh and willingly grab his hard cock. Just when I position myself above it, he tells me to wait a moment. Startled, I look at him and see him hold up the coin. “I definitely want pictures of this,” he chuckles, leaning over to put the coin into the machine. I place my legs on the bench and then hover over him again. He holds up my skirt a little and pulls my thong to the side. Then we look at each other longingly and I lower my wet pussy over him. Once he has filled me up completely, he lets go of my skirt and thong and wraps his arm around my waist. We continue kissing fiercely. I wrap my arms around his neck and then start to move gently up and down. “Jesus honey, this feels so good,” he pants against my lips. His encouragement works and I pick up the pace a notch. I feel him slide rawly through me again and again. I can’t control myself anymore. Between us, I let my hand wander under my skirt and start to firmly circle my clit. As the camera flashes a few times and we moan uncontrollably, I can already feel my orgasm coming. My legs start to tingle and a tidal wave of heat washes over me. I press my arm even tighter arounds his neck, rest my chin on his shoulder, and pant in his ear that I’m about to come. “Come.” Even before he has spoken that one simple word, I feel my pussy pulsating around him. I can barely move. As soon as my body has gone through most of the aftershocks, he grabs me tightly and starts thrusting wildly. In turn, I do my best to encourage him, completely out of breath.

“Yes. Oh. Yes!” he moans loudly. As he almost squeezes me together with pure pleasure, I feel him climax. And the camera flashes again. Chuckling, we rest our foreheads together as we catch our breath. Then he gives me a gentle ‘get off me’ tap on my thighs, one of those subtle taps indicating it’s time to get lost. I stand up slowly and let his no longer so hard cock slip out of me. I quickly pull up my thong to catch most of his semen. “Well,” he sighs when his pants are all back in place, “I’m really curious about those photos!” Smiling, and with slightly flushed faces, we step out of the photobooth. When we want to grab the photos, we see that the tray is empty. “Huh?” I say in surprise. “Someone has run off with our photos!”