No Touching

"OK Stuart? I asked, fiddling with the lights and plugging that camera into the pc and downloading the shots I had taken so far.

"Yes great thanks?" He replied standing close to me just in his suit trousers, socks and shoes.

"Would you like some wine or I have some vodka."

"Wine would be great."

"Red or white?"

"I prefer red but it doesn't really matter."

I did the drinks acutely aware of his eyes on me and equally acutely aware of the very obvious bulges in my pink top from my hardened nipples. I really should have worn a bra I thought.

"Why don't we lose the shoes and socks Stu, not very sexy poses taking those off? He did that and stood there barefoot and topless.

"Ready?"

"Yes."

"You sure?"

"Yes, I am sure, well as sure as I ever will be."

"Then let's go for it Stuart, let's lose the trousers. Slowly undo your zip for me."

I smiled and bent forward putting the camera to my eye as the front of my top gaped a bit. I knew full well that he would have a great view of my tits down the front of the sweater. I enjoyed that.

I could see his fingers were shaking as he fumbled with the zip. Mine were as well as I zoomed in on him pulling the tag down. I knelt down, my legs slightly parted, to frame a better shot. My face was level with his evident bulge as the trousers slid down. He had done as we had discussed and not worn pants.

"Oh fuck," I thought when he turned away. "He's bottling it."

I ripped off a series of shots of his bare arse thinking that might be all I would get. But then, he amazed me. Instead of, as I had feared, walking away, he stood there, just a few feet from where I was kneeling. Slowly, but really quite athletically, he bent forward with his legs wide open, but straight, reached down and took hold of each of his right ankle with both hands.

"Shit," I muttered gazing at the awesome sight in front of me. "He's creating 12.7 on the shooting schedule." I realised then that Stuart was a natural model.

I fired away with shot after shot. I seemed to be able to see the pose I wanted and what part of him I wanted to capture, so easily. It was as if some major force outside my control or influence was driving me. And all the time he was with me. We worked in almost perfect unison; we were forging a partnership, reacting and responding to each other. He seemed to know what I wanted him to do, almost before I asked it. It was a great feeling, both sexually and professionally.

I stood up and moved around shooting from different angles and distances. His whole bent form, just from the bum downwards, just the bum, close-up, longer distance, from one side so one cheek created a shadow in his crease and then straight on. I increased the light and focused a bell-lamp right into his crease. He was a great model, he hardly moved.

"Yes, yes Stuart," I grunted using typical photographerspeak, but unlike most, I was meaning it. "That's great, it's amazing, your bum looks fabulous.

I was sitting on the floor shooting upwards. I had forgotten all decorum, it didn't seem to matter or have a purpose. My skirt was round my crotch. I was showing all, for I wasn't wearing panties. I glanced at my nipples. I have fairly prominent ones and when hardened with lust they are quite pronounced. And right now as I stared at his pose they were very, very pronounced indeed.

It was THE pose. It was THE shot, the ultimate shot. The shot that reaked of heterosexuality, but hinted of bi or homosexuality. The pose that would make women wet their knickers, as I realised I would have been, had I been wearing them, and men strain in their pants.

"God Stuart that is fantastic," I murmured looking in my viewfinder. I saw the outline of both cheeks, the brightly lit, deep crease between them, the puckered, brownish skin around his hole, the patch of skin between that and the wonderful sight of his dangling scrotum.

I hadn't expected to get that shot until well into the session. To get it after merely five minutes was so gratifying.

But what was the effect on him? Was he comfortable, worried, concerned or excited? We hadn't spoken all this time. Was the situation disturbing him, making him feel guilt or remorse?

I knelt again. The tightness of the denim micro meant that as I raised myself up, that didn't slide down over my hips. My lightly trimmed pubis would be uncovered and I knew the lips of my pussy would be glistening and, of course, my nipples would be pulsating through the pink top.

I suppose I should have pulled the skirt down, covered myself, hid my most womanly place. Maybe I should have, but I didn't. I wanted to share this momentous occasion with Stuart, be part of his awakening to the joys, pleasures and sheer unadulterated excitement of exhibiting his body to the ever-watchful lens of the camera.

Pointing the camera at him, but holding it down beneath my breasts I whispered, huskily.

"Stuart, do you want to turn round for me now?"

Despite my posing, despite providing extras for the punters, despite my lesbian fling with Stephanie and my two-year affair with the forty two year-old I don't think, I had ever been in such an erotic situation. As Stuart turned, it was as if he was presenting his erection to me and my camera. Just as he had presented the cheeks of his bum, the crease between them, his anal hole and dangling scrotum to me on his cam. There certainly was three in this relationship and, without doubt, it was an awesome threesome; Stuart, me and the Canon! We were all sharing the erection just as we had shared those other such intimate parts of his body.

The feelings that roared through me as I met his eyes, as I gazed at his gorgeously, swollen erection were enormous. So powerful, but made more so when I saw him looking at where my skirt was bunched round my hips. As he stared at my hardened nipples, my trimmed pubis and swollen, pink, glistening lips, the sensations were like nothing I had felt before. We were taking erotica, sex and sexuality to a plane I didn't even know existed, let alone had experienced. It was beyond oral, beyond caressing, beyond, even, fucking.

I was photographing on auto-pilot. My body was arranging the shots not my mind. I was shooting from my cunt not my brain. And of course, it was his unabashed rampantness and the wonderful look on his face that was the focus of the shots. The juxta positioning of the glazed look in his eyes with the super hardness of his swollen cock, was certainly making for magnificent photos.

Almost as if from afar, I heard him saying. "What do you want me to do now Zoe?

I needed more. He wanted more. We had to have more, all three of us.

I was so awfully aroused. But not to be shagged. That act almost seemed irrelevant to what we were creating. We had gone beyond that. Penetration was not for now; maybe later. But until we explored fully the phenomena of what we were doing having an, almost certain, quick, fumbling and, probably due to it being the first time slightly unsatisfactory, fuck was not the answer.

Me showing myself to him, though, was part of the answer, I felt. My entire being told me that. It stressed that exposing ourselves to each other us was required, no was crucial. It screamed loudly that my bared breasts, my exposed belly and my gaping cunt were the next critical and absolutely essential stages in this incredible dance of adventurous passion and erotic exploration.

I stood up. Neither of us spoke. Somehow, we were communicating with our bodies, our nakedness and the obvious signs of our individual and collective arousal.

With my skirt bunched round my waist, I quickly slipped the top off, showing him my breasts and pounding nipples. As good as naked, I looked at him. His eyes showed pleasure, admiration for my body, just as mine were showing excitement and understanding for his. In most settings when a girl strips naked with a man it is a prelude to them screwing. In this setting it was a prelude to us going well beyond that.

We looked at each other, admiringly, pleasurably and wonderingly. Where were we going? What would we do? I remembered he had asked me a question and felt I should reply.

"Lay on your back on the floor, open your legs slightly and gently rest your fingers on that gorgeous cock, Stuart."

"Oh yes Zoe, yes," he said, so wonderfully enthusiastic and keen to please me.

He looked good, I had posed him well. I took a few shots from different angles moving around but circling closer and closer. Stuart's eyes never left the camera and me for a second. He was an excellent model.

I gradually got nearer and nearer to him, all the time shooting away taking shot after shot of his hand that was slowly moving up and down the length of his erection.

"Stroke it for me," I said on one occasion shooting up his body from where I was kneeling by his feet.

"Grip it as if you were about to wank," I said croakingly as I lay beside him taking a close up of just his hand holding his cock as he slowly pumped it.

I edged closer, shooting all the time. I was standing, my feet were touching his as I took some downward shots.

"Close your legs and your eyes, Stuart," I whispered, taking a small step forward so that my right ankle was just touching his left one. Still shooting I eased my way further forward, my feet either side of his body.

Further and further, now bending at the waist, now opening my legs wider. I moved up more, more, nearer and nearer to him, nearer and nearer to his cock. It had become a magnet for me, it was no longer his cock, but ours, all three of us owned that cock.

I was shooting downwards, down my body, but capturing my knees in the shots. We were sharing the photos, we were combining, and we were becoming one. Then I was straddling him, with my feet either side of his chest, my knees bent, my thighs parted, my tits dangling and my pussy gaping I croaked.

"Open your eyes Stuart; you can look at me now."

Exhibitionists revel in being admired. We get off on the approval of others. In my new role as a fully paid up member of the extreme exhibitionist party, I needed that, after all why flash if you get no feedback? The feedback, the admiration and the approval I saw in his eyes as he looked up at me, more than satisfied my exhibitionistic needs.

But then of course, my micro skirt was bunched round my hips, I wasn't wearing panties and my lower body was no more than a meter from his face. That meant that when he opened his eyes, his gaze would have only one place to focus upon, one view to take in, one scene to review, my cunt. My exposed, open wet and aching cunt.

"Oh God Zoe, that's beautiful," he groaned so very obviously staring at it.

"You like that?"

"Yes it's beautiful," he said ticking all the right boxes for my exhibitionistic needs, but inevitably, I suppose going too far.

He reached out and ran his hand up my thigh nearly reaching my wetness. I didn't want that. This was different. It wasn't typical, normal run of the mill sex. I didn't want him groping me. I didn't want to touch him, well not yet at least. Maybe another time when we had forged this new style sexual relationship, we could fondle and caress each other and maybe then have traditional sex. But not now, not yet, not at this session.

*

I hadn't meant to have sex with him. I hadn't meant to, but had realised there was the possibility. That possibility, I had come to realise, always exists between a model and the photographer. After all, being naked, simulating sexual delights in a studio with just one other person and a camera is so intimate that it is not surprising if there is some physical attraction between the couple. It had happened before when posing for strangers, so the likelihood of it happening with Stuart was, I felt, quite high. So far, I had not been wrong

However, I had imagined completing the shoot first, possibly even waiting until the second or third shoot. It had not entered my thinking that it could be so soon. Not once had I imagined myself being fully naked with him after less than thirty minutes. Never had I thought I would be straddling his erect cock, taking shots of him holding and rubbing it so soon into the session. And, of course, my conjecturing had not extended to Stuart staring at my soaking wet cunt less than an hour after we had met.

That is what he and I were doing, though. And it was lovely, he was lovely his cock and his gaze were lovely and the feelings in my breasts and clit were lovely. And it would have been lovely to go further and fondle and suck each other. Lovely, but inappropriate at the moment.

It was not the time for touching; we had not reached that sort of physical level yet. I was not ready to receive him into my body. We were still exploring and extending our sexually emotional levels. We were on a sort of spiritual plane where we were adventuring with our minds. The use of our hands on the other's body seemed, almost tacky, I suppose. And for sure, we were not yet attuned to having a fuck.

I moved away, taking my pussy from his reach and his gaze.

I leaned over and pressed my fingertips against his lips.

"Not now, Stuart," I whispered.

"No, why?" He said clearly so disappointed. "You didn't like it?"

I sat down beside him.

"I loved it Stuart, but it's not time for that. Not yet."

Stuart sat up and leaned back against a chair. His cock was still splendidly hard and fully erect, soaring up his, almost, flat belly. He looked awesome and incredibly fuckable.

"What then, more photos?"

"No."

"Why not, why no?"

"I can't now."

"When then?"

"Soon Stuart, soon," I whispered slightly moving my position. His eyes went to my legs.

"Of us Zoe, will you take some of us?"

"Yes, yes I will Stuart, I promise," I panted as I wiggled my bottom on the floor. I was so worked up, so excited, so aroused and so keen to take this further. He was still holding his cock, occasionally gently stroking it.

"So now Zoe. What?"

I looked right into his eyes. I flickered my gaze down to where he was stroking himself and then back to his eyes. I eased myself slightly onto my left side, my left knee pointing directly at his face. I held his gaze as slowly and softly I said.

"This Stuart." As I raised my right leg, parting my thighs and showing him the fullness of the blood engorged lips of my vagina.

"I want us to cum without touching each other and without touching ourselves."Do you think you can cum Stuart just by looking at my cunt?"

"Er, I don't know Zoe, I've never tried?"

"Stay right there," I said getting up and walking over to the desk. I set the camera and pc onto download and fiddled around with the controls. The plasmas lit up. I set the controls to medium speed film show and the folders to Stuart 1, 2 and 3, Susie 1 and Zoe 'portfolio' that was the folder of shots I sent out to prospective clients. I dimmed the lights and hit the stereo that I had forgotten about earlier. Enigma filled the room with their weird, sexually biased Gregorian type chanting.

In the dim light, with the plasma flickering into life and the evocative music filling the room I walked back to where Stuart was sitting on the floor. I stood beside him, one foot pressing against the side of his chest.

"Take my skirt off Stuart," I said rather sternly.

"Yes Zoe," he replied, reaching up and touching my leg.

"Just the skirt, no touching."

I was sending him a message, creating an atmosphere. Telling him clearly what the meeting was about; showing what was on the agenda. Letting him know that I was prepared to show and silently asking "Was he?"

He fumbled around finding the brass buttons and fiddling them through the worn buttonholes on the front of the denim skirt. At last, he got that down and slid the tiny garment from me.

"Oh Zoe, you're fantastic," he groaned, once more reaching out to touch me.

"No Stuart, this is special, sex without penetration or physical contact. I want us to cum like that."

As my skirt fell to the floor, I stepped out of it and pressed the start button on the remote control. A shot of him lying on his back, his fingers touching his cock filled the screen. It was followed by a close-up of Susie's lips.' "Who's that is it you?" He gasped his eyes staring at the massive picture of a 'woman's glory.'

"It doesn't matter." I replied leaving it unsaid as to whose pussy was dominating the screens, but probably letting him think it was mine.

I lay beside him, and then moved so we were opposite each other staring at each other's glorious nudity. We could both see the screens. Shot after shot of Stuart, me and Susie's pussy slowly faded on and then off the screen as we listened to the mystical music.

All of our senses were being stimulated: the sound of the music, the sight of each other and the images on the plasmas, the musky smell of my sexual juices and your precum and the feel of our bare skin against the floor and the chairs.

We were staring at each other and then looking at ourselves and Susie on the screens. We didn't speak, words were superfluous. All that was relevant was us, our bodies; Stuart's cock and balls, my tits and my cunt.

"Can we do it Stuart?"

"I don't know," he replied. "I might need some help. How about you."

"I can do it, I am sure I can make myself cum without penetration or being touched or touching myself," I replied honestly.

I really do believe that women, particularly, have the emotional power to induce an orgasm by the power of their erotic thinking. I was not so sure about men.

I could certainly feel it building up in me, the tingling, the little shock-waves of sensation, the slight shudders and the fullness in my breasts. The heat and the sensations, a bit like pins and needles, were oozing from my clit, through my tummy, up my chest, into my breasts to fill and sensitise my nipples that I feared might burst.

"It's happening, Stuart," I moaned. "I'm starting."

"I can feel it but I need more," he replied.

I realised that he wouldn't be able to achieve what I could, men can't, men don't have the powers, the controls or the feelings we do, poor souls.

"Come and kneel here," I told him nodding at the floor near me.

He looked so masculine, so rampant, beautiful even and very, very available.

"I'm sorry Zoe."

I smiled at him. "There's no need to say sorry, it's fine."

"Thank you Zoe; what do you want me to do now?"

I suddenly had this strong urge to feel it. I wanted his cock. Not in me, not yet, but I wanted to touch it, hold it and stroke it.

"Straddle me Stuart; kneel across me, across my waist."

I was lying on my back my shoulders propped up against a sofa that was used as a prop. Stuart did as I asked. His awesome cock was just inches from my face. It was rearing, rampantly up his, almost, flat, slightly hairy stomach. The bulbous head was glistening, presumably with his precum. I almost gave in. I nearly lost my resistance, I almost said. 'Put it in me, get your cock up me, slip it in my cunt and fuck me' but I didn't.

"May I kiss you or touch you Zoe?"

"No, not now, not yet."

"Ok."

"But I will you Stuart; you need some help don't you?" I asked looking from his erection to his eyes.

"Yes Zoe, sorry."

"Never mind," I said thickly reaching out.

I ran the back of my fingernails from the base of his cock to the tip, then back again. I turned my fingers round and repeated that movement, but with my fingertips.

"Nice, Stuart?" I asked as even more sensations flooded my body. His cock did feel good.

"Oh yes. Wonderful, please let me touch you Zoe."

"I said no," I replied sharply.

"Sorry."

I took it in my hand, gripping it gently. It was so hard and warm. I took it in both hands. I could feel the throbbing from that ridge running up the back. Holding it was even better than gently stroking it. I pumped it a few times. He responded by thrusting back, gently and slowly. He was starting to fuck my hand and that was lovely.