Tom sees deep inside people in a way that I just don’t. He has a talent for setting people at ease and enabling them to be completely vulnerable with him. How a man who commits one social faux pas after another can achieve such intimate connections with people will never cease to amaze me. A few years ago, Tom invested in a very expensive camera and portable photo studio. I teased him for it when we first got together, but since then I’ve had a complete change of heart. A few months ago, I was out at a bar on a Saturday night with my extremely straight boy-crazy friend Inna, a statuesque blonde with legs that seem to go on forever. She had recently broken up with her boyfriend of 3 years and we were commiserating over the lack of good single men in the city.Around 1am, when we were thoroughly hammered, Tom texted me suggesting that we come by the apartment.
When we got in, to my surprise, the apartment was spotlessly clean and some of the lighting equipment was set up. He said he was taking shots of our pup for his grandparents. He opened a bottle of wine and began turning on the charm. When online dating, came up Tom asked Inna if she had recent good photos to post up. Naturally, he was soon talking about how beautiful she was and how she could easily model, if she wanted. I followed his lead and in no time flat Inna & I were both up against the wall posing and flirting with Tom’s camera.
I excused myself to change in the bedroom, leaving Inna alone in Tom’s lens. I closed the door behind me and immediately noticed the black latex dress laid out on the bed. I suddenly realized exactly what Tom had in mind. I pressed my ear against the door and listened to Tom instructing her: “lean a touch left, now bend at the waist, chest out a bit more, a little sexier, yes, that’s right, now how about a little pouty, perfect, my god you’re gorgeous.”
I reemerged from the bedroom with a few dresses for Inna & I to throw on. I directed Tom to turn around, while she changed to give us ladies some.privacy. As she peeled herself out of her jeans and slid into the little red dress I handed her, my mouth began to water. I poured each of us another glass of wine and handed it to Inna. Tom turned and returned to urgently snapping away. I walked over to Tom to spy into the viewfinder and gushed to Inna how envious I was at these smoking photos. I stripped out of my dress and put on a modest chemise, sexy, but nothing too salacious. Tom hardly noticed and rather suggested I help Inna put on the last outfit, the “Angelina Jolie” as he referred to it.
As the red dress fell to the floor, Inna curiously picked up the latex and paused hesitantly. “You’ve never worn latex before?” I asked. “You’ve been missing out.” Stepping behind her, I handed Inna another glass of wine, and gently unhooked her bra. Over her shoulder, I watched Tom lower his camera to take in the sight of her magnificent topless body. I could feel myself getting wetter watching him stare at her incredible form. I picked up the Jolie, rolling it inside out into a ring, placed Inna’s hands inside it, and instructed her to raise her arms up high.Poking her head through the top, I quickly lotioned my hands before proceeding to unroll the skintight latex over her perfect breasts, her slender waist, her wide hips, and finally tugging it just down around the bottom of her ass. I relubricated my hands, running them over the outside of the dress, giving it a glossy finish. Through my fingertips, I could feel Inna’s warm excited arousal and nervousness. She was breathing heavily and as my hands found her waist. “Do you like the way it feels, I asked, to which she nervously replied with a nod. I looked her directly in the eyes and whispered, "you look so incredibly beautiful right now.” Her smile grew wide and in that instant all nervousness appeared to vanish.
I stepped back and let Tom take the lead once more. He directed her to bend and lean this way and that, eventually positioning her laying chest-up across our sofa. I stood nearby exercising all of my willpower to resist touching myself. Tom stood over her, directing her to touch her legs, her stomach, her chest, as he snapped along. I leaned in, gently pulling the dress straps down off her shoulders. “You are the most gorgeous woman I have ever photographed,” he said. He leaned forward, pushing his thigh up further between her legs and when he pulled back I could see the moist impression her damp pussy had left on his khakis. I bit my lip thinking about her sopping wet panties. “Don’t move an inch,” he instructed Inna, then looked up at me saying, “Marie, take over for me right here.” As he stepped aside, I gently slid my knee up between Inna’s legs, where his had been and raised the camera to my face, hiding my satisfied expression behind it.
Tom knelt down beside Inna and began adjusting her hair, then placing a hand under her waist, guiding her to arch her back as she continued to caress her breasts. I delicately began spreading her legs apart and leaned back to get her soaked panties and flush thighs into the frame. Tom continued to move his right hand up her body, making her moan with his firm, but tender touch, until finally he reached her face. With his hand on her cheek, he turned her head to face his and brought his lips to hers. Moisture began to drip down my leg from the excitement.
Sliding his left hand under her head, Tom gripped Inna’s hair and pulled her in closer, letting his right hand explore her body. Inna massaged her breasts more rapidly now, having abandoned all inhibitions to the lust of the moment. Tom’s hand soon reached the hem of her dress and he slowly began to drew it up over her hips, before sliding his fingers into her underwear. Inna broke their kiss to audibly moan as he began to stroke her clit and buried her face into his chest. Tom shot me a look I recognized; I set the camera aside and reached down to her ass feeling for the waistline of her panties. As I began tugging them down, Inna raised her hips, easing them off her, the first and only time she even acknowledged my presence since putting the dress on.
Tom & Inna resumed kissing, even more furiously now, completely indifferent to my presence. I leaned in over Inna, kissing up her legs, until I reached Tom’s hand and kissed it softly. He offered me a sex-soaked finger, which I sucked clean, and then began to push past his hand for more from the source. Without so much as looking back, Tom reared his hand back and slapped me across the cheek. I sat back and followed his finger to the object he was pointing at: the camera. I picked it back up and resumed photographing them. He was fingering her cunt faster now, his palm rhythmically rubbing against her clit. Suddenly, Inna’s hips thrust up again, this time in fierce orgasmic contraction and she let out a howling moan of long overdue satisfaction.
