Shy No More
by Dom

I couldn't believe the words coming out of my mouth.  One of the
cutest gals in our department had just asked me to shoot some sexy
photos of her as a surprise for her husband.  What was my response,
"I really think you out to consider going to Glamour Shots or some
place like that."

"I did that last year and I don't think he ever took them out of the
package after that first night.  No, this time I want something that
will really catch his eye!"

"Just think about it tonight and if you still want to do it, we'll
have lunch tomorrow and talk it over." Karen had been a good friend
and I really wanted to keep it that way.  Still, when she turned and
walked away this time, I couldn't help but look at that sweet little
ass in a new light.  I had to find a way to discourage her.

I figured that she would think it over and change her mind.
However, bright and early the next morning, my intercom rang, "I
think we have a lunch date today."  Maybe the next phase of my plan
would chase her off.

We met at a little Italian place a few blocks away.  I had arrived a
little early and got the host to give us one of the back booths.  I
was running through my routine when I glanced up to see Karen walk
through the doorway.  I caught my breath as I stared at her -- the
sunlight was very strong behind her and it silhouetted her figure
beautifully through her skirt.  This was a different look for my
little friend.

Admittedly, Karen wore her skirts a little too short for the office
but, as a former cheerleader, she had the body for short clothes so
she never gave it a second thought. Most of the guys in the office
had sneaked more than one peek up her dress as she did her filing.
After discovering that, like most young moms, she wore very
practical white cotton panties and pantyhose, we kind of lost
interest.  Her tits were nothing to grace the pages of Penthouse,
but they give a nice shape to the soft sweaters she liked to wear.
Once again, the casual glance down her sweaters and blouses quickly
confirmed that her bras were soft and clingy but just plain white to
match the panties.

Today, something was very different! As she slid into the booth next
to me, I checked out her lovely legs and got a surprise -- NO
pantyhose today!  Remembering her standing in the doorway, I caught
myself wondering what else might be different.  It took all my
resolve to get my thinking back on track.

Karen surprised me even more when she ordered a glass of wine with
her lunch.  I had never thought about her drinking anything but milk
or soft drinks.  We finished our lunch and ordered a second glass of
wine before we began to talk.

Karen touched my arm, "Now, before you try to talk me out of this, I
really want to do it and I want you to take the photos.  I looked at
the ads and I actually visited a couple of the photographers.  Most
of the studios were in really bad parts of town and they were all
very expensive.  I don't think you will try to rip me off and I know
you're a good photographer."

Well, so much for her changing her mind.  It was up to me now.  I
took another drink of my wine and started in ...

"I thought those were terrific shots of you last year.  What was
wrong with them?"

Karen blushed a little and lowered her head before answering, "Eddie
thought they looked like what they were -- made up pictures of a PTA
mom trying to look sexy in a shopping mall.  He said they were OK
and he carries the best one in his wallet, but he wants something a
little more interesting to show off to his construction crew
buddies."

"Are you saying you want some really sexy pictures?"

"I guess so."

"One of the reasons your other photos didn't look sexy was that you
can't think sexy thoughts in the mall with kids and families all
around.  If you can't think sexy, you can't look sexy."

I continued, "If I'm going to do these photos, I want you thinking
about sex from the moment you walk in the door.  Can you do that?"

"I'm not sure, but I guess I could try."

"That's not good enough -- 'trying' is what you did at the mall.  I
want you to REALLY think sexy.  I can't do the photos for two weeks
anyway and that may be enough time to get you in the mood.  Are you
willing to do what needs to be done?"

Karen hesitated and then nodded.

Now, it was time for the first test of her resolve.  "OK, I want you
to describe every piece of clothing you have on right now."

"Well, I'm wearing one of my favorite skirts with one of those soft
sweaters all of you guys seem to like so much and some very
comfortable shoes."

Karen stopped and only continued when I asked, "what else -- right
down to your skin?"

"I'm not wearing much more, I didn't wear pantyhose today because I
know you don't like them.  So I'm wearing a pair of panties and a
bra and nothing else."

"Did you know that the sunlight almost made your skirt transparent
when you came into the restraunt? Every guy in the place turned to
watch your legs move when you walked to our table.  We all wanted
get a better look.  How does that make you feel?"

"A little nervous I guess."

"Why?  Don't you like the idea of us wishing we could fuck you
silly?"

I waited to see how Karen would react to my language before going
on. She lowered her head a little and answered, "I hadn't really
thought it of that way."

"If you want really sexy pictures, you're going to have to think of
it that way.  You've got to want to give every guy who sees you a
raging hard-on.  You have to make them want to lick your pussy and
get lost in those fabulous little titties!"

Perhaps it was the second glass of wine, but Karen just nodded like
I was preaching the gospel.

"When Eddie wants to fuck you, what does he do first?"

Danger signs flashed in her eyes as she glared at me, "why are you
asking me that?"

"First of all, I am a dirty old man and I've always liked watching
your every move.  If you're going to think sexy, that shouldn't
disgust you -- it ought to make you very pleased.  If I'm going to
shoot the kind of pictures I think Eddie wants, I need to know what
he likes to do to you and what he really likes about that hot body
of yours."

Karen sat quietly without answering.  Perhaps I had pushed too hard
as I attempted to get her to change her mind but I wanted to shake
her up a little bit so she would back off.

Suddenly, her eyes locked onto mine, "The first thing he does is
pack the girls off to his mother's house for the weekend.  As soon
as they are out of the door, he reaches under my skirt and yanks my
panties down and tosses them across the room.  He pushes my sweater
and bra up over my breasts and bites my nipples once or twice.  Then
he raises my skirt and fingers me for a couple of minutes.  Next, he
makes me un-zip him and suck his thing until he's really hard.  Then
he bends me over the sofa and enters me from behind.  He usually
only lasts a couple of minutes before he has his orgasm.  Then he
pulls out, zips up, grabs a beer and flops down on the sofa."

This time, it was my turn to be shocked, "That's it?  What about
your orgasm? Doesn't he take care of you?"

"We've been married 10 years and I don't remember ever having a real
orgasm.  I've faked it a few times when Eddie got mad.  Sex with
Eddie has always been over very quickly.  Isn't that the way it is
with most married couples?"

"No wonder you can't think 'sexy' -- you've been fucked for 10
years, but it doesn't sound like you've ever had someone really make
love to you.  Now, let me tell you what I would do once those kids
were out of the door..."

Karen leaned closer as I continued, "When you turned around after
waving goodbye to the kids, I would be waiting with two chilled
glasses of champagne.  Our favorite music would be playing and we
would be laughing like idiots as we toasted the world.  I would
slide up behind you and start nibbling on your neck. When you
started to gently moan, my hands would move up under your blouse and
cup the gentle swell of your tits.  By now, your nipples would be
hard little buttons and I would trace them through your bra.  I
would turn you to face me and slowly remove your blouse and unfasten
your bra.  Now, I would continue kissing your lips and neck until I
started slowly kissing my way to your exquisite breasts.  I would
suck first one nipple and then the other until you were practically
climbing the wall."

I paused to take another sip of my wine and to take a closer look at
Karen.  She was noticably flushed and breathing a little faster.  I
was certain that I could see her nipples harden and watched as she
shifted nervously on her seat.

"Well, are you starting to think a little more sexy now?"

Karen took a sip of her own drink, swallowed, and answered, "Right
now, I think I am."

"Are your nipples hard?"

"Oh, YES"

"Prove it!"

"What?"

"Prove it!  Right here, right now!"

That should do it.  I figured Karen would stalk out of the room and
never speak to me again.

Instead, Karen slowly slipped her sweater higher and higher until
her bra came into view.  My God!  Her bra was totally sheer and her
nipples were practically poking through the filmy material!  She
unsnapped her bra and dropped it on the table.

Karen grinned at me, "check them for yourself!"  

I reached out and gently traced her little nubs with my fingertip.
Karen shuddered and then pulled her sweater back into place, her
bra-less titties safely under cover once again.  "Now, finish that
damned story!"

That startled me but I started back, "We would still be in the
kitchen with your blouse and bra on the floor and your rigid nipples
stabbing the air as my tongue traced little patterns around them.  I
would slowly kiss my way down to your waist as I unzipped your skirt
and let it fall to the floor.  About this time, you would notice
that we were in front of the windows and the curtains were still
wide open.  As you tried to close them, I would stop you by kissing
your navel and tweaking it with my tongue.  You would shiver as I
ran my hand down to your panties and started stroking your pussy.  I
would run my finger up and down your slit until I felt your
moisture.  Then I would slide my hand inside your panties and feel
your silky hair over your twat.  Next, I would slowly slide them
down to your ankles as I kissed my way to your cunt. After a few
minutes of licking your clit, you would be pulling my head tightly
into pussy.  It would be dripping wet as I inserted my fingers and
gently starting finger-fucking you to your first orgasm of the
evening.  You would still be shaking as I unzipped my pants and
started rubbing my cock over your pussy. You would be so wet, I
would be balls deep on the first stroke.  I would lean your ass
against the sink right there in front of the window and slowly deep
fuck you until I could feel my balls about to explode.  Then I would
ram my dick all the way in one last time as we both went over the
edge.  I would pump load after load deep in your twat and then stay
buried there  until I finally got soft and slipped out of your well-
fucked gash.  My juices would be flowing from your pussy and I would
dip my fingers in and scoop up some of the hot cum and rub it over
your lips until they were shiny.  Then, I would french kiss you and
finger-fuck you until you exploded in the most incredible orgasm of
the evening."

I stopped again, this time adjusting my hard cock in my pants so I
could move a little bit.  "Was that what you had in mind?"

Karen was breathing very hard now and traces of moisture were
visible around her mouth.  "That has never happened with me and
Eddie.  If it had, we would have a dozen kids by now."

"Did it make you hot?"

"God, YES!"

She saw the gleam in my eye as I again said, "prove it.  Prove it
here and prove it now!"

Karen glanced around, then moved closer to me.  She put her hands
under her little skirt.  Raising her hips slightly, she slowly slid
her sheer bikini panties down to her knees.  Just then, the waiter
started coming toward us, so Karen started to pull them back up but
I stopped her.

"Think sexy, BE sexy!"

Karen's eyes were slightly glazed as she moved her hands to the hem
of her skirt and slowly raised it higher and higher until her soft
pussy hair was in plain view.  She made no attempt to cover up as
the waiter brought our drinks over.  He nearly tripped over himself
as Karen dropped her hand to her pussy and slowly ran her finger up
and down her dripping slit.  I nearly dropped my teeth when she
wiped her finger over the waiter's lips and asked, "will this do for
a tip?"

He practically ran back to the kitchen, using his tray to hide a
tremendous hard-on.

Karen laughed lustily as she finished pulling her panties off and
dropped them on the table next to her tiny bra.  She smoothed out
her skirt and smiled, "I think I've got the hang of this 'sexy'
thing.  She reached over and rubbed her hand over my cock, "it
certainly feels like you agree!"

Before I could say anything, Karen unzipped my pants and freed my
raging dick.  She licked the pre-cum from my dick and then started a
furious sucking right there in the booth.  I lasted no time at all
before I convulsed, filling her hungry mouth with a huge load of
cum.  She leaned back, opened her mouth slightly and then swallowed
every last drop.

"Now that we've settled the 'sexy' part, can we shoot the pictures?"

"Just as soon as I have the strength to move.  By the way, how do
you feel about a few shots of a cock filling your hot twat with a
load of cum?"

Karen grabbed my hand and led me out to the car, "I think we're
going to need a LOT of film!"


