Redemption 02: Marcy My First

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This is a part of an ongoing story line “Redemption”. It’s best read in context to the series.

2013

Talk about one hell of an awkward start! I opened the door to find a very typical looking, middle aged woman standing the front porch of my home. Her name was Marcy. Or at least I think that was her name. It’s been so long ago now, that I’ve forgotten, so let’s just call her Marcy.

I just stood there and hesitated with a languishing sense of angst. You know that overwhelming feeling you get when you realize that you’re about to do something incredibly stupid. Not that screwing my office secretary on my desk in a church office was not a peak of stupidity that I had already climbed. I was about to invite this stranger standing at my door, into my home for a photo shoot.

Somehow that strange website featuring models had captured my imagination to the point that I couldn’t get the thought out of my brain. I had searched thorough my files and didn’t find even one photo of a human that could constitute a submission of my work to be accepted as a member of their site. So I took another leap of stupidity from the mountain peak of sleeping with my office secretary to a new and even higher mountain of stupidity.

A week earlier I had posted a craigslist advert, searching for a woman who would let me photograph her in the nude. Dozens of replies to the post came quickly. Most were so far out that I deleted them without response. I wasn’t interested in shooting a sixty year old guy who thought he was a woman and wanted a vanity shoot in lingerie. That seemed to me to be a whole other mountain range of stupidity that I wasn’t willing to climb.

I had all but given up hope of anything coming of it when I got a reply from Mandy. Or Marcy, or whatever her name was.

“Okay, so are we going to do this here or inside?” She asked.

“What?”

“Are you going to invite me in or did you change your mind?” She said tilting her head at the angle of inquiry.

“Oh, yeah. Ah, come on in.” I replied as I realized I was just standing there in the doorway, lost in the chaos of my thoughts.

She moved past me and walked through the entry hall into the main living room. Her soft brunette hair was just touching her shoulders and looked like she had worked diligently on her hair to prepare for the shoot.

As she turned to me I took a good look at her. Her makeup was spot on as well, telling me that she came wanting to do this and wasn’t going to need being talked into it. She was about 5’5″, not a perfect model shape but she certainly was attractive.

“I like what you’ve done with the place.” She said as she took off her jacket and threw it over the back of a dining room chair.

“Yes, it…” I started to reply but realized she was being a bit sarcastic. The house was actually all but empty, giving it a feeling of having an echo. A few chairs and a small table were all that rattled around in the open floor plan home we had lived in for all the years we had lived in the area. They were the sole pieces of furniture for a living room, family room, kitchen and dining room area.

“Easy there.” She replied with a bit of a smirk seeing my awkward mental state. “Just relax. New rental? Just moving here?”

“Well, we’re in the process of moving away. My wife and kids have already relocated and I’m just closing out things here.” I replied.

“So while wifie is away, you decided to play?” She asked.

“Well, yeah. I guess if I wanna be honest.” I replied. “I’ve been shooting for a while and decided I wanted to try shooting people….”

“So, let me guess. I’m your first.” She said interrupting my stammering.

“Is it that obvious?” I replied, taking a deep breath, trying to relax.

“It was easier than you’d think.” She shot back.

Somehow I already liked her. The banter was fun and she had this mild sarcastic streak that gripped me.

“So where are we going with this?” She asked.

“Well, I was wanting some shots for the sake of learning how to work with a live model.” I replied.

She started laughing. Just a mild laugh and it seemed pretty genuine. “No, I mean where are we going to shoot, hon.” She said between giggles.

“Oh, yeah… “

“Good, god, this is your first time, isn’t it.” She said in all but an amused mutter. But I could tell she was just having some fun with my awkwardness.

“Okay, well, we’re going to the lower floor bedroom.” I said as I headed toward the stairs.

She followed while offering, “Lead the way. But if you turn out to be a craigslist rapist and killer, let me warn you. I bite back.”

I paused between the second and third step down the stairs as I let her comment sink in. Of course I was catching on to her quick wit so I just kept going.

We passed through the family room space which led to a bedroom that was totally empty except for a bed. I had been using this spare bedroom during the transition as a place to crash. To say it was a bed would be a bit gracious. It was just a box spring and mattress set on a cheap Eryaman Escort steel frame. A crude and simple lighting set was already in place and ready to shoot. My camera gear was off to one side in the corner ready to grab and begin.

“I’ll let you get ready.” I stated, ready to leave and let her disrobe in privacy. But as I turned around, she was already stripping down. Her shirt was off and tossed just outside the door and she was tugging at her pants when I realized she wasn’t wearing a bra or panties, just the loose fitting shirt she had tossed and a loose pair of slacks.

“Oh, well. I guess you’re ready.” I said fumbling with my equipment. I was doing everything I could to not keep my focus on her breasts that were swaying as she bent forward to slide her pants off.

“Yeah. If you’re new to this, you’ll find out that women who want nude photos of themselves don’t want bra and panty marks on their skin in the pics.” She said, folding her pants and tossing them next to her shirt. It was probably apparent that I was surprised by her nudity under the street clothes.

“So you do this a lot?” I asked, trying not to look down at her body. Yet my peripheral vision had already kicked in and I could see a lovely, well trimmed tuft of hair between her legs. It was just enough to let you know she was an adult, but not enough to say she didn’t prepare to be seen nude.

“Not as much as I’d like.” She said calmly while standing completely nude in front of me.

I took my camera from the bag as she slid up on the bed. She gripped her breasts and rotated her shoulders, loosening up. Turning to watch her, I couldn’t help it. I stopped and just looked at her, kneeling naked in my bed.

“You like?” She said playfully. She let go of the grip she had covering her breasts and held her hands out, displaying her body to me. She was somewhat fair skinned. No tan lines, but in this part of the world that’s probably normal. Her breasts were a good, full and well shaped C cup and her nipples were tight, firm buttons.

I wasn’t sure how to respond. “Well, to be honest, yes. Is it okay to say that?” I replied.

“Absolutely.” She replied with clear resolution. “You can compliment a girl you’re shooting with. Just don’t get vulgar.”

I raised my camera and started to take some sample shots, getting settings and looking at the display screen.

“Ah, you might want to turn on the lights.” She grinned.

“Oh. God,…” I said moving over to flick the switches on the inexpensive soft box lights I had set up.

The room was now filled with light and every detail of her nude body was exposed to me. She was lovely. Not a gorgeous, airbrushed model from a magazine. Just a lovely, normal woman who had clearly worked diligently to keep herself in shape.

We began shooting. Clicking as she moved from pose to pose. We chatted about life, family, places we had lived, how we got to the city where we were now, etc. She had moved here with her husband after he finished a tour of duty in the Navy. I told her that I moved here with my job and was being transferred. But I conveniently left out that I was a minister at a well known church in town and now moving on as an administrator for the denomination.

During a brief interlude of shooting, I just had to ask. “So why do you do this?”

She wavered for a moment and then sat up on her knees with her hands gripping her thighs. “I guess I do it because I’m a bit of an exhibitionist. Some women I’ve known who do the nude modeling thing do it only for money. They’ll let you look and take pictures as long as their getting paid. Others like me do it simply because it’s a turn on and we get paid to get turned on. Not exactly a bad deal. Some just enjoy the perversion. Guess that includes me too. That’s why I don’t really care about getting paid. I mean, for one thing, I don’t need money. God, my husband is a lawyer and retired JAG officer. We don’t need it as a source of income or anything.”

She paused and shot me another sarcastic expression, “But you are going to pay me, right?”

“Oh, yeah. Just as we agreed by email.” I said stumbling over my thoughts.

“That’s good.” She laughed. “Just pocket money for going out with the girls.”

“So how often do you shoot?” I asked.

“Once or twice a month. Not as often as I’d like. I mean,… come on, who would book me to be nude now anyway? I’m well past my prime.”

“Don’t be so hard on yourself. You look great.” I chimed in quickly. Probably too quickly.

“Flattery is nice, but seriously. There are hundreds of girls you can shoot with who are younger and tighter.” She said as she lifted her torso upward, kneeling on the bed and rubbed her hand across her belly.

I watched admiringly as she fell back into her former position. Sitting down on the bed next to her, I put my camera in my lap and used it as a learning opportunity. Curiosity about people has always been a part of my nature. I wanted to know more about this and was discovering Sincan Escort a whole world of people who toyed with nude photography; models to shoot and people who enjoy shooting them.

“So you do this primarily for the thrill of it?” I asked.

“And the sex hon!” She said, startling me with her directness. “Let’s be honest. At my age, it’s a kick to have a guy looking at me and wanting me. I shoot with a guy and he gets pictures as well as a thrill. I enjoy it too. I get to be the center of the world for a few hours.” She waved her hand at that, pointing out the lights. Daylight was gone and now the fixed soft boxes made the center of this bed look like a stage.

“So it’s a sexual thrill for you?” I asked.

“Isn’t it for you?” She asked right back.

“Well, I have to tell you truthfully, it is.” I said to the naked woman in my bed.

“You didn’t have to tell me. You’ve been taking pictures with a hard on for the past half hour.” She grinned.

“Okay, Okay. Yes. It’s a sexual thrill.” I admitted, suddenly conscious of my arousal enough to shift the camera in my lap to cover it up.

“It’s okay hon. Let’s do a few more.” She said, moving back into shooting mode.

Another half-hour of shooting passed. Things got spicy. I moved closer and captured images of her body from a closer vantage point. Macro images along her torso, the curve of her waist and hips, the peak of her nipple, all tightly framed and close up.

As I stood up and started flicking through images in the preview screen to see what I had captured, she rested on the bed and took a sip on a bottled water I had ready for her.

“I think I have several good shots here that I can use for what I need.” I said.

“And to think.” She replied as she put the bottle back down on the floor next to the bed. She moved back to the center of the lighting before continuing. “You haven’t even done anything with this.”

She shuffled her head and shoulders to settle into the pillows more deeply and kicked the covers away, leaving her completely naked on the bed in front of me. Slowly she let her legs fall open, giving me an unencumbered view of her most intimate parts. She watched for my reaction as she slid her hand between her legs and began a gentle massaging motion. Her hips arched a bit upward, giving me a wonderful view of her.

I stood at the foot of the bed watching speechlessly as she arched her hands, letting her fingertips graze across the folds of her labia. She closed her eyes and began pleasuring herself right in front of me.

With her ring finger and pointer finger she opened her labia. I could see the wetness glisten under the bright lights that burned down on her. Her middle finger gently slid up and down, then expertly began a circular motion on the tip of her clit. Her breathing intensified. Breathlessly she whispered. “Shoot this.”

Fumbling for a moment, I moved into a stance by her side, letting one light at the foot of the bed shine between her legs. I put one knee on the bed next to her and focused my camera on the sensual display in front of me.

The moment I began clicking pictures, it seemed she became more aroused. Her hips rocked as she pleasured herself and her breathing became more erratic. She rotated her hips from time to time, returning to the gentle up and down motion after a moment or two.

Pausing for the sound of my camera clicking, she used her fingers to pose her labia for me. Her fingers spread her gently open and with her middle finger she drew the hood of her clit upward, exposing the most amazing ballbearing sized clit. It was round, defined and I could almost sense it was throbbing.

I paused, taking the camera away from my face and found myself sitting closer to her, intently watching her masturbate below me. She continued even after I set the camera down between her legs. I hovered over her hips as she continued the gorgeous performance.

It barely registered in my brain that as she was nearing orgasm, her hand was sliding up my leg and had found the bulge in my pants. The sensation of her gripping my cock as she continued was richly satisfying.

Her hand fumbled at my waistband, clearly signaling to me that she wanted me to lower my pants. I tugged at the button of my waistline while not missing a moment of the show below me.

She tugged at my pants with one hand and pleasured herself with the other as I struggled to free myself of my lower clothing. With one final kick I threw my pants and underwear to the floor by one foot, leaving me naked from the hips down.

Kneeling again next to her, my balls hung freely between my legs and my now fully aroused cock pointed at her hip. She quickly reached between my legs from behind me and gripped my cock, pulling me closer.

The warmth of her hand on my cock was astounding as I leaned forward now. I was on all fours next to her and I put my right hand on the other side of her so that my head was directly over the gorgeous display of her pleasuring Etlik Escort herself. I watched intently, studying her movements, learning what kind of touch a woman desired. Apparently I’ve been doing it wrong for my entire life which proves that men don’t know anything about the mysteries of a woman’s anatomy.

She groaned with pleasure as she began gripping my cock as it hung freely. As her orgasm struck she gripped my cock so firmly that I thought for a moment she was going to rip it off. Yet it was somehow deeply erotic to feel her wanton expression of pleasure.

The skin of her thighs vibrated with the waves of pleasure. I had never seen a woman climax under such direct light in such an open display. It was completely amazing to watch.

Her movements slowed and I could hear her breathing deeply as if spent by the experience. Her hand slid away from her center as I watched the beauty of her open labia just inches from my face. The pungent aroma of her orgasm was now registering to my conscious thought. Her grip on my cock had not released, but who was I to complain. I could sense her movements. Her now free hand was rubbing at her face and sliding through her hair. Yet her grip had not released.

I started to lift up from my position as I realized how strange it was that I was suspended over her crotch. Part of me couldn’t wait for her to leave so I could jack off and pop the pressure that had built up in my body.

“Where the hell are you going?” She asked as I started to shift. “That was only one.” Suddenly her hand that was now free from caring for her own needs was on the back of my head, shoving me down until my face made contact with her thighs.

I felt the urge to ask permission but then realized her hand on the back of my skull, pushing my face into her, was all the permission I really needed. I took the first lick of her spread labia and I heard the rush of air as she gasped. The taste of her sent me into overload.

She pulled at my leg and I willingly accepted the invitation. Straddling over her face I could hear her mumble. “There’s nothing as satisfying as an oral orgasm while sucking a cock.”

That was the final straw. The walls of apprehension and tightly bound sexual repression were crumbling as I started digging my tongue into her. She apparently approved as I felt the warmth of her mouth envelope my cock, gorging on me. Her hands had gripped around my ass cheeks and were gripping me firmly, pulling my hips down into her face.

I realized it was turning her on to the place the her hips were now grinding into my face, begging for my tongue to pleasure her. Her grip on my hips now pulled me in and slid to the center of my back. I pressed myself onto her, letting my weight rest on her body. It seemed to trigger something in her as she started wildly pleasuring my cock and just as wildly grinding her hips.

I could sense that I was about to climax and I tried to lift off her face rather than cum in her mouth. But she gripped me even more tightly. I was so worked up that a gentle nudge was all it took to climax. Shifting my hips and upward then thrusting down into her mouth again, I exploded. That act of a simple thrust was all the nudge I needed to experience a mind-blowing orgasm.

My climax was all she needed. A nano-second later she let loose with a shuddering climax ramming her hips up into my face with little regard for how firmly she struck. A rush of warmth struck my face as she suddenly became twice as wet as she had been while licking at her.

We both pulsated with the waves of pleasure as the experience passed. My cock could feel the soft compression of her swallowing while not releasing me from her oral grip. It was a deeply satisfying sensation as she took every last drop. I started to pull out of her mouth and as I did she sucked, and slurped, and licked at me until my spent cock hung just above her lips. She kissed the tip of my cock a couple of times before letting go of her grip on my ass.

Rolling sideways, I fell next to her, totally spent. My face rested on her spread thigh, its softness becoming a pillow. We spent the next half hour just resting, naked under the revealing light of the soft boxes.

Somehow in my brain the light was a mental metaphor of my life. This is what I was like. All of this had somehow been pent up in my darkness but once exposed to the light, I was really a sex addict. My biggest problem now was that I had met someone who was also just as deeply addicted as I was.

A decade later, I found myself again on a rock overlooking a valley at sunset. The gray sky now growing dimmer. During the years since that night with Marcy, we met a couple more times to shoot. Meeting her was much more difficult since I had moved. It took planning and a lot of lies to my wife. But we met in hotel rooms, in the woods of a state park, and once in an old abandoned building in town.

Each sexual encounter was limited to mutual oral sex. As I discovered through the years, she reserved that final act of sexual consummation for her husband alone. After those experiences she went directly home to her husband to give herself to him. There was some deep issue in her emotional need to be an exhibitionist and have sexual encounters with other men that heightened her sexual expression with her husband. But then again, we all have our fetish demons to deal with.

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