Made For Sex. Joan Elizabeth Lloyd
that you think you’ll die if his mouth doesn’t take them. You slide your hands up your ribs and hold your magnificent tits out for him to suck. Offer them to him, Carla. Don’t speak, but offer him your hard, tight nipples.”
Carla’s body tightened and she did as Tim asked. She flattened her hands against her belly and slid them upward, lifting her full breasts and offering their rosy tips to the camera. When Tim asked her to open her eyes, she still envisioned an attractive man lying next to her on a blanket in the sun.
“So good, Carla,” Tim said, trying to resist the lure of his own sensual story. He wanted to take the breasts being offered into his own mouth, but he knew that would come later. For the moment, he kept repositioning her, snapping pictures as the video camera hummed in the background. He finished his second roll of film and changed to a third while Carla stood up and removed the rest of her clothes.
Ronnie had told Tim a lot about Carla and he had come prepared. He took a large piece of satiny soft leather from the nylon bag he’d brought and spread it on the chair. “Sit back down,” he said, “and close your eyes again. Feel the leather against your skin.” As she moved her naked body against the soft surface, Tim knew he’d been right. Leather would take Carla to the next level of sensuality. “Feel it, smell it. Fill your senses with it. Put your right leg over the arm of the chair and slide your ass forward…. Yes, that’s right.” Her pussy was wide open and shining.
Carla was in a sexual daze. She’d never dreamed that the smell and feel of leather could arouse her so. She felt she was going to climax, but everything about this experience was soft and gentle. She didn’t understand it, but then she didn’t have to.
“Go with it. Fly with the feelings. The blanket in the forest is made out of leather, soft, black, fine-grained leather. It’s becoming warm from the sunshine and the heat of your body, and the man is rubbing a corner of it over your legs, your arms, your belly. There’s no sound, except the rustle of his movements. You’re unwilling and unable to move. You just lie there in the sun absorbing the sensations. Open your eyes.” Carla opened her eyes, and Tim snapped several more pictures.
“He’s stroking your clit faster now. It tightens your lower belly.” Tim watched Carla’s body and saw the tiny movements he’d been waiting for. “Do you want to touch your pussy, Carla? Are you so hot that you want to rub yourself while the man watches, while the camera watches?”
Carla had never wanted anything more in her life. “Yes,” she whispered.
“Then do it,” Tim said. “Touch your pussy. Make yourself come.”
Carla touched herself, one hand on her breast and one in her pussy. She rubbed and probed until the tightness in her breasts and her pussy became almost pain.
“Rub it just right,” Tim said. He moved around, snapping pictures of Carla’s hand on her breasts, her fingers working in her cunt, her face as she strained in pleasure.
Carla heard the click of the shutter and felt Tim’s movements around her. To her surprise, it added a new dimension to her excitement. She opened her eyes and watched the camera as it watched her. She moved so Tim could get a better view.
“You’re close now, and you want to come,” Tim said, taking the video from the tripod and aiming so it captured Carla’s body and hands. “You like the camera watching you. You love it that I’m watching you. I can see everything. I’m going to record you as you come. Anyone who sees the pictures will see you getting off. Tell me when you’re going to come. Tell me, Carla.”
“Now,” she said. “Oh yes. Now! I’m going to come right now! Watch me come.” Waves washed over her. She moved her fingers around her pussy touching the right places with exactly the right rhythm. She drew the orgasm from her body, bit by bit, savoring every spasm, making it last as long as she could. Tim alternated between the video and his still cameras, taking dozens of pictures and long moments of tape.
While Carla recovered, Tim fused with his camera equipment. “Unbelievable,” Carla said. “I was really nervous about this, but you’re amazing. You’ve come a long way since you and Ronnie met.”
Tim chuckled. “She told you about that?”
“I’m sorry. I hope that doesn’t embarrass you.”
“Not at all. That was the opening to a whole new world. She’s wonderful, you know.”
“I know.” Carla sighed.
Tim handed her a glass of water and she took a long drink as her breathing returned to normal. “If you’re recovered, why don’t we go upstairs and try on some of the costumes for your album photos.” He picked up the piece of leather and threw it over his arm. “And I think you should use a black leather cover on your book. Leather seems to turn you on.”
Carla nodded her agreement. “I never realized it, but you’re right.”
Naked but unembarrassed, Carla climbed the stairs with Tim behind her. “You’ve got great legs,” he said, “and a nice tight little butt. I like the way you walk around nude. You don’t parade, yet you don’t hide either.”
“I used to walk around without clothes a lot but with three inquisitive boys, I don’t get much chance to anymore.”
Tim squeezed past her and shot a few snaps of her walking up the stairs. “God, you’ve got a great body,” he said. “I love taking pictures of you.”
She put her hands behind her head and raised her elbows.
“You’ve got the most beautiful tits I’ve ever seen,” he said.
In the bedroom, Tim opened a closet and pulled out an evening dress. It was a column of royal blue silk with classic lines and a high neckline in the front. “I’ve seen Ronnie wear this and I’d like to see you in it,” he said. “You should wear primary colors, bright greens and blues. Red would look terrific on you, and black and white of course. Stay away from too much yellow and orange. It won’t go with your skin.”
“You’ve got quite an eye,” Carla said, selecting a pair of tiny bikini panties from a drawer. “That’s exactly what Ronnie and Jean-Claude said.”
“I hope you don’t mind if I pick out a few things for you,” Tim said, flipping through the dresses.
“Not at all.” She looked at the high-necked dress hanging on the closet door. “But isn’t this a bit tame for our photos?”
“Wait until you see it on.”
As Carla reached for a bra, Tim shook his head. “No bra. You don’t need it.”
“You’re the boss,” Carla said. She pointed to a large jewelry chest that stood on the makeup table. “What do you suggest with this dress?” While Tim rummaged through the extensive collection of costume jewelry, Carla picked up the hanger and took a better look at the gown. From the front it looked almost demure, but the dress had no back. It was cut low enough to reveal the line between her cheeks. As she slipped it over her head, she said, “I’ll have more cleavage in the back than in the front.”
“That’s the idea. That’s the first dress I ever photographed Ronnie in.”
“It isn’t in the album,” Carla pointed out.
“I know. I kept that picture for myself. I have it in my bedroom. I may keep the one I’m about to take too.”
“Do you have fantasies about her?” she asked, fluffing her hair.
“Not anymore. I did for a long time after our first meeting. Now we’re just good friends. We fuck now and again and I take her to an occasional party, but that’s about it.” Tim had selected a pair of large silver-and-diamond dangle earrings and he handed them to Carla.
“They look like chandeliers,” she said.
“Try them.”
Carla stood in front of the mirror and clipped on the oversized earrings.