Film Clit

 

From the moment I saw her, I had to photograph her. It was the beginning of summer and most of the students at the college had left for vacation. I entered the tiny photo mart to buy some film and a new camera bag expecting to see Mr. Sloan, instead I was met by a goddess. I had never seen her before and was certain Sloan didn't have children. I put her at about 22, 5'10 and 115 pounds. She had chestnut hair that flowed to her tiny waist and it curled at the ends. She was wearing short denim shorts and a pink tie-dye halter top. Her long fingernails were painted the same color pink as her shirt. The shorts barely covered her heart shaped bottom and her tanned legs had that little space you like to see at her crotch. The definition in her thigh muscle told me she was a runner or at least no stranger to a treadmill. I know most follow a woman's legs up, but I usually hone in on their asses right away. My eyes trailed her lean legs down to her rounded calves to see the black straps of her sandals. I wish I could tell you if she had dainty feet but she was behind the counter. She was re-stocking the shelves with the Konica brand film and arranging the boxes. My inventory of her took mere seconds and I cleared my throat to gain her attention. She had just put her right leg on a table to balance herself and she turned to look at me. My breath caught in my throat and I stared open-mouthed at her. Her eyes were a piercing grey and her eyebrows being drawn together in a frown just made them more vibrant. Her lashes were thick and black and seemed to reach to her forehead. She did not have an up-turned nose but it was small and proportionate to her face. Her lips were pink and full, the bottom one was pouty and begging to be nibbled on. I could only see one but her breasts were perfect size for a man's hands, about a C cup, and firm. They were standing proudly off her chest and her nipples were barely visible under the thick fabric. It was a natural firmness as she was wearing no bra.

"Can I help you?" I told her I was there to pick up some film and my new bag that I had ordered. She informed me that the film I needed was not available and would be in the next day. "Let me call my uncle about your bag, I just started here." That answered the question as to who she is, minus her name of course. I milled around the place for a few minutes while she made the call. She came back with the bag in hand and apologized for her uncle's absence. "He is mending a broken foot right now. He fell down his steps and called me at school to see if I could help out. I am Rhonda by the way," she said with a smile and held out her hand for a handshake. Her scent was subtle and it drifted into my nose. She smelled clean, not soapy, just clean. It sent my head spinning. I greeted her in kind and asked if she had given up any grand plans for the summer. "No, I knew I was going to need to work before next semester." She told me she was studying photo journalism and I made a joke that she was in the right place. When she laughed it made me want her even more. I figured she was a sultry, sensual creature and her laugh was deep and throaty. I couldn't help but feel a familiar twitch in my pants. I thanked her for her time and told her I would return the next day to get my film.

That night I had the most intense orgasm of my 27 years. My entire body had tingled since I touched her. All I could think about was running my hands over her soft, supple skin and burying my face into her womanly delight. I wondered if she shaved and didn't care either way as I am sure she is sweet as honey. I came many times that night picturing us in various positions and relishing in the scent that was burnt into my memory. I was touching my body and pretending it was her. I am not a take-the-bull-by-the-horns person and if anything was going to happen, it would happen naturally and unhurried. Since she lived here, I knew I would see her out and about. As much as I would enjoy being with her physically, my strongest desire was to capture her aura on film. I had to figure out how.

I have been a photographer for as long as I can remember. My first camera was a little 110 Micky Mouse and I snapped pictures of everything. I was 5 or so when I got that and have been doing it ever since. I went to school for photojournalism and decided to do freelance work. I also take personal photos for people and I am popular around Valentine's day. All the ladies want boudoir pictures for their guys and some guys want them for their ladies. My favorites are the black and white nudes with a single red rose having the only color in the picture. I would love to have Rhonda like that. Her eyes would come alive in a black and white.

The summer went on and as her uncle was hanging out at the store more often, Rhonda and I were able to become friends and spend some time together. I talked to her about her studies and showed her different techniques for photographing objects and people. We live in an area that offers great landscape shots and nature scenes. She was a delight to be around and very personable. We talked about my work and my life. She talked openly about her childhood and all her boyfriend troubles. He was not comfortable with her being open-minded and he chastised her for having a girl on girl experience at a party. I would love to have seen that. Since then, they have been off and on again. We were able to relate since I was not much older than she was. We became very close. There was one hang up about her. She did not like being photographed. I always carry a digital camera with me just in case something tickles my fancy. I snapped one of her when she wasn't noticing and she begged me to delete it. The camera loved her.

The summer ended and she was back to school but she promised to call and spend time again. I told her I was here for whatever she needed, especially class related. Truth be known I did not expect her to call. She did and we met for coffee and lunches at times. I definitely did not expect her to do what she did.

I was at one of my favorite secluded areas for a photo shoot. A couple from out of town wanted some erotic shots of them in the outdoors. They were a good-looking couple, middle 30s, and complimented each other in looks. They had just got into their lovemaking when I heard a twig snap. I did not think it was an animal since the sound was so loud. There was a light breeze and I caught a hint of clean in the air. Rhonda was there, and she was watching. I had shown her this place one time and was surprised she found it again. I began moving around the couple, getting different angles, and I saw Rhonda about 20 feet away behind a tree. Her hair was in a French braid and it enhanced her high cheekbones. She was in a short-sleeved dress that came to her knees. It buttoned up the front and I noticed a movement under the fabric. She was rubbing her breasts! My camera has a very good zoom lens and I was able to capture her clearly. One hand was at her breasts and the other was under the hem of her dress. I informed the couple I needed my other camera, but they were in their own world. I had a video camera with me in case they wanted that option. I set it up in such a way that Rhonda couldn't see it, but it could film her. I went back to my taking photos. At the same time the couple finished, I noticed Rhonda jerked away from the tree. The couple dressed and thanked me for the experience. I told them I would have their pictures ready in 3 days. I spoke to them briefly and they nodded and went on their way. I was picking everything up when Rhonda came up to me.

"Hey, I have been looking for you, I am glad I found you." I asked her what was up and she told me she needed help with a project for class. I told her I would be glad to help. She was looking embarrassed and I asked her what was wrong. "I have a confession. I saw that couple and I couldn't help but watch. Then I got to thinking that I might like it if you were to photograph me out here." I was silent for a moment then I asked her what exactly she was wanting. She didn't say a word and she began unbuttoning her dress. It slowly slid down her slender body. She was wearing a half-cupped lace bra with matching white, lace panties. She slipped out of her sandals and walked over to the flannel blanket that was spread on a flat rock. Her eyes were smoky grey and her lids were heavy with passion. My hands were shaking as I picked up my camera. I only hoped I didn't blur the shots. Picture after picture, pose after pose, my goddess was blooming into a wanton. She became more daring with her poses and I directed her. She removed her bra and her globes were topped with the pinkest and hardest nipples I ever seen. She cupped her breasts in her hands and squeezed them. Her hands roamed down the flat plane of her stomach and under her waistband. She turned away and slid her panties off. Bending over as she did so, her tight ass gleamed in the sunlight. I could just catch a peek of her moist lips from between her legs. She turned to me with her hand over her mound. She removed it to show me a freshly shaved pussy. Not one hair graced her puffy mons. I must have gone through 3 rolls of film. She really did me in when she began un-braiding her hair. It cascaded around her shoulders, hiding her tits. It tickled the top of her rear. More of her scent was release when she did so. I had never been more turned on in my life. My body was throbbing with the pain of wanting her. Then she called me to her. I set my equipment down and slowly walked toward her.

Her arms wound around my neck and she plastered her body to mine. Our lips met and I saw a thousand stars. Her mouth was hot and soft. Her tongue darted out to catch mine and the battle was on. I had my hands on her face then she moved them to her breasts. Oh God they were so ripe and her nipples became even harder at my pinching and rolling of them. She pushed me away softly. She began to remove my shirt and told me she had wanted to see me like this for a long time. My shorts came down next and I was already out of my shoes. Unlike her, I did not have a bra on. I am 5'4 and 150 pounds. My tits are my main asset at 36 DD. She pressed her face to my round melon and began to suckle the rosy peak. I came immediately. Months of fantasies and being near her, it was no wonder. My nipples were aching from her mouth when she finished with me. I was so aroused by her and her touch was everything I had dreamed. Her one hand was on my other globe and her other hand was swirling on my hardened clit. I returned the favor. We both climaxed at the same time and licked each other's fingers clean.

We turned and laid on the blanket and she moved beside me. Lying on our sides we caressed each other and kissed every inch of our bodies. She was soft as silk. Our tongues masterfully teasing our nipples. I gave her a kiss and done something I had wanted to do since day one. I nibbled her bottom lip, puffing it out more than it was before. Our bodies were flushed and our chests were heaving. Her smell was around me, on me, in me. I ran my tongue down her neck, across her nipples, blazing trail to her waiting pussy. She stopped me just centimeters from my goal. She turned with her head to my feet and with smiles to each other, we began to feast. She did taste as sweet as honey. Maybe sweeter. I found her stiff nub and nipped at it. Her hips bucked in response and she did the same to me. It seemed like hours our licking and tasting. I lost count of our orgasms. The last one, her stomach was clenched so tightly I knew she would be sore the next day. We came together and a kaleidoscope of colors burst open around us. Our fluids gushed into our faces. Very well spent, we held each other. We discovered we both had squirted and it was new for us.