
Photography was just a hobby, nothing more. I would take my lunches or evenings when the mood struck me and head to the park or to the industrial sector, to a lake or to peak. I had to admit I had a way about finding beauty in anything. I had seen you before around town but today you were sitting out on the pier as the sun set. I had been clicking away until I noticed your head down. I walked carefully up from behind not wanting to startle you. “Hey is everything ok?” I pretended not to notice you drying your eyes.
A simple nod as you look out over the water. I sat down beside you, not too close but close enough to start a conversation. Maybe I should of left you be but I didn’t like to see people hurting. Some light chatter exposed your recent break up, left for another after a long term relationship. I admitted my own faults in dating and picking the wrong one but assured you that with your beauty it would not take long for another. You thanked me but modestly denied my sense and sight. “I beg to differ, I have an excellent way of seeing beauty and trust me you are a breath taker!’ A light laugh and repeated thanks.
We talked about our jobs and my hobby and after a bit we found ourselves walking the beach. I clicked away at the final moments of the setting sun making sure to catch glimpses of you in the frames down to the silhouette at the end of dusk. “That blush looks good on you.”
Now I was really not trying to hit on you, I mean any man naturally would but I recognized the fresh sting of your break up and didn’t want to be the rebound guy, been there, done that. You invited me for a drink as we got to the lot and although surprised I accepted. The next few hours at a local tavern our casual conversations became bolder, flirtatious, playful, and revealing. Leaning into each other in laughter, light touches when we spoke as the night grew late you asked if I had ever photographed people. It was an odd shift at the point we were but maybe you had realized we were headed for a one night stand and neither of us were really that person. Attractions aside I reminded you of my dabbling hobby and that any portrait work was for a graduate or random person in the scene I was creating. You asked to see my work sometime and I openly invited you anytime you wanted to stop by. With that you stood up and picked up my cell phone. you typed in your cell number and added it to my contacts.
I smiled as I had obviously made a new friend and this rough day a bit easier on you. I paid the tab as you dialed your number on my cell so you now had my number. You wished me a good night and another thank you as I stood “Pleasure is mine for sure.” You leaned to me and kissed my cheek and walked off. I finished my drink and wondered if I should try and call you in a few days as I walked to my car. When I got home and slipped into bed my cell vibrated. I looked down to find a message from you asking for my address and if I like wine. I typed in my location and let you know I would have the glasses ready tomorrow night along with some pasta if it would please you.
The next night you arrived and we shared a bachelor prepared meal and a bottle of wine. Warm conversation and laughter, we ended up in my living room flipping through books of photographs. You complimented me and revisited the question about taking pictures of people. “Well if I had a model like you I would spend my whole day taking pictures” a flattering flirt as you set down your glass. “Get your camera as you stood and started to undress.” Now you had never mentioned nude photos but I was not about to pass up this playful moment. I grabbed my camera, where would I take them? I started off lighting a quick fire and having you relax on the couch. The flames highlights flickered over your body as you posed. Was the hottest thing I have every done in my life and your smile was delicious.
You had mentioned the other night certain things you liked, the beach, a bottle of wine and I recalled one of the issues your ex had was you were too wild for him. Always wanting to push boundaries as he was more traditional. Now it hit me, this photography in the nude was just you trying to be……….you. I refilled your wine and took some fun playful pics in the kitchen as you drank and teased. I was so aroused by you I could barely think. I needed something off the charts for you, really make the experience and push my own boundaries. I took your hand and led you to my spare room. You saw the bed and immediately climbed up, you were ready for more than pictures. I was not the only one turned on by the shoot. “Give me a minute..” I rushed out of the room and too the garage, found what I wanted…made a few cuts and rushed up in the room. As I looked at the bed you were gone and I worried for a split second that you left only to catch you sitting in the tall chair. You had moved it in front of the mirror and had opened your legs, admiring your body. Hell so was I.
I didn’t ask, I moved behind you and pulled your arms back, when you felt the rope you smiled at me in the reflection. I bound your wrists then your ankles. I took pictures through the mirror of you as I could see you watching. Then I set the camera down and went to untie you. Kneeling at your legs you told me not to let you go. I looked up at you, moved my hands over your thighs and ran my tongue into your juicy flesh. Your moans were intoxicating and we spent the night releasing you into kinky pleasure. When I woke in the morning you were gone although the bed was still warm next to me. I sat up to a rattle of my cell on the nightstand. Your message was an address and this “Tonight you can bring the wine and I will bring the rope!”