I brought my portable lighting set up into her bedroom.
Four days earlier.
I met Linda at her daughter’s wedding. The two women looked more like sisters than mother and daughter. Linda was going to turn fifty in another month; her daughter was twenty-four. Linda was the perfect description of a MILF.
Linda’s husband was a long-haul truck driver. Her husband was interested in retiring early and took all the legally allowed hours.
Linda wanted attention. He would be gone for weeks at a time. She needed to know she was still desirable. He was always tired and seemed uninterested.
The description of Linda would not do her justice, but I will give it my best. Her eyes were bright blue, happy eyes. Linda had grey hair with black highlights. Her hair tapered above and around her ears to the middle of her neck. After she brushed her hair, she would run her fingers through it to puff it up. Her big blue eyes, smooth skin, and perfectly shaped lips made her look like a cover girl. Her nose was perfect for her face. She had a slender hourglass figure. Linda’s breasts looked large for her frame. Thin arms, long fingers, thick thighs, million-dollar legs, and a wonderfully shaped ass.
The first time I saw Linda, I fell in lust.
I arrived at her home to take photos of her daughter getting ready for her big day. Linda greeted me at the door and welcomed me in. Her daughter and bridesmaids were in the main bedroom waiting for me.
Linda was wearing a slate blue floor-length chiffon lace dress. The dress had a scoop neck lace top with Beading Sequins. It also had a built-in lift bra that emphasized how round Linda’s breasts were and just enough cleavage to make you wonder what her bare breasts would feel like.
I will describe the bedroom now since we will return to it later in the story. It was a large main bedroom with a full bath—a king-size bed against the left wall with solid oak nightstands. Above the bed was a large mirror attached to the ceiling.
One wall was all windows with full-length curtains that opened and closed remotely. The windows overlooked an inground pool with an attached hot tub.
A blue chaise lounge in the right corner stood two feet in front of the curtains. I would use a separate flash and reflector for this setup.
Against the right wall was a desk and sliding doors leading to a large clothes closet. There were various pictures and photos on the walls.
The bride paid for four hours of photography, which left three hours for the ceremony and reception. Four hours was the average time for the main events at a wedding.
I always wore a dark-colored tuxedo to weddings; Linda commented on how nice I looked and that I seemed young to have a photo studio.
I mentioned to Linda that she looked too young to have a daughter getting married.
I thought for a moment that I saw the lust in her eyes as were in mine. I had to get that idea out of my mind and remain professional.
The wedding went well; the reception was fun; at a wedding, the bride and groom depend on the photographer to keep the main events moving along and at the right time.
Linda caught me many times staring at her. I did not care; she was beautiful.
I let the bride know that all went well and had plenty of photos covering the wedding and highlights. I asked if there was anything else I could do. She thanked me. I told her that she would be able to review and pick out her album in about a week and started walking out to my car.
Linda called my name. I turned around to look at her. My eyes roamed over her body; I knew she noticed; I wanted her to see.
“Harvey, thank you, you did a nice job. Do you do boudoir photography?”
My wife did not want me to do boudoir photography, so I did not, but I had to make an exception for Linda. I wanted to see more of her, literally more of her. “Yes, I do.”
“I want to give my husband some sexy photos of me to take on the road with him. His birthday is in a month. Can you do them within the month?”
“For you, Linda, I would do them tomorrow.”
She smiled back. “Can you do them at my home? Let’s say ten in the morning. How about next Wednesday? My husband will be going back on the road?”
“I will be more than happy. I hope you do not mind, but I think you are lovely.”
She smiled again and touched my hand. “Don’t be late. I am looking forward to it.” She turned and walked back to the reception.
Wednesday Morning.
I wrapped the lighting around one side of the bed. Linda was putting on her first piece of lingerie in the bathroom. I gave the camera a few clicks making sure the settings were correct.
I even had dreams of what it would be like to make love to her. I had a wife; she had breasts and a vagina. Why was I lusting for Linda?
The bathroom door opened, and she took my breath away. Linda wore a black lace bustier. A single strap over each shoulder and a push-up bra brought her round-shaped breast together. Her breasts looked like double Ds. Her bra looked like a C cup. The material was stretchy lace. It clung to her body, revealing every bump and curve. Linda wore an adjustable garter belt with black nylons. She had a G-string matching her bustier.
The diamond earrings, diamond double strand necklace, and diamond wristband finished off the outfit.
I had to try to hide my desire for her. I had to be professional.
“How many of these boudoir shoots have you done? You must have seen a lot of beautiful women? Just make me look beautiful and sexy!”
“That is the easy part; you already look beautiful and sexy,” I replied after a second of hesitation.
“You are kind, Harvey; I think you look good as well, so handsome and professional looking and young.”
“What do you want me to do first?”
“Linda, can I call you Linda?”
“Yes, please do; let’s do away with formalities; other than my husband, you are the only one to see me nearly naked, and judging by the way you are looking at me, you want to see me naked. Just teasing, I am over twice your age.”
“Linda, you know what they say about age difference; it is mind over matter; if you don’t mind, it doesn’t matter.
“Mmmm, interesting.” Linda sat on the edge of the bed.
“Now release one of the clips holding your stockings up and act like you are clipping it onto the hose. Good now, look down at what you are doing.”
“Click, Click.”
“One more shot with your chin down and with just your eyes, look up at me.”
“Click, Click.”
“You have such beautiful eyes,” I said without thinking.
Linda just smiled.
We took a few more photos in different poses. It was time to change outfits. I watched Linda walk away from me toward the bathroom. Her ass shook with each step.
“Are you staring at my ass, Harvey? I can feel you staring. I am flattered.” She left the door slightly open.
Blushing, I rechecked my camera settings. Stay professional, stay professional.
Again the bathroom door opened. This time Linda was wearing a white bra, white G-string, and white pantyhose with laced flip-flops. A wooden necklace and a wooden wristband. Her belly button was elongated and exposed.
“Wow! You look amazing, Linda. Would you stretch out in the chaise lounge? Lay over the armrest on your back, turn your upper body toward me, your right hand on your cheek, you’re left hand on top of your right leg, and your feet toward the wall.”
“Click, Click, Click.”
My mind was working as fast as my eyes moved up and down her body. Linda gave me goose pimples. I thought about how I would love to make out with her, I thought to myself as I looked through the lens.
“Turn your head away from me and roll your eyes toward me. I zoomed in closer until her left breast and head were in the photograph.
“Click, Click.”
The more photos I took, the more I hoped I could make love to her. I thought of the following image; my mind told me to stay professional.
“Linda, can you stretch out on the chair, your neck on top of the armrest and your whole body bending back like you are stretching, arms up and hands over your head and chest in an arch showing off your breasts. Push your legs up by your feet and legs separated.”
“My husband will love this one. You make me feel a little dirty and sexy. Do you like this one, Harvey?”
Instead of taking photos, I wanted her to be in my arms.
I must stay professional.
The photo emphasizes her large breast, standing straight up in the air. The G-string rolled in between her pussy lips.
It was hard for me to concentrate on the shoot. I must be professional.
“Click, Click, Click, Click”
“Harvey, can we take a few nude photos? Take a photo of this.”
Linda removed her bra and got into the same pose, with one hand pulling up her G-string and the other rubbing her clit. Her breast looked terrific. Her nipples sat on top of elongated areolas. They were a dark pink and stood about a quarter inch on her areolas.
I got an instant erection.
“Harvey, are my nipples hard?”
“Oh, yes, and honestly, so am I.”
Oh well, goodbye professionalism and hello pussy.
“Harvey, you can take a photo or make a memory. I am hoping you will make a memory and join me.”
I set the camera down, removed my clothes, and walked over to her.
“Oh my Harvey, you are ready! So young, so hard. I want a memory, Harvey. Can you give me one?”
“I will give it my best, Linda; you are so hot. I have been hoping for this since I met you.”
“Harvey, how you looked at me during the wedding made me wet. I had to think of something to get you alone and in my bed. I have never done this before; I hope this stays between us.”
“Nothing to worry about; my lips are sealed.”
“Not too sealed, I hope. Do you want to kiss me?”
Linda stood, her arms outstretched. I walked into them as we pressed our bodies together. I placed my hand behind her head she placed her left finger on my cheek. We could see the lust in each other’s eyes. Linda’s lips came within an inch of mine, and she backed away. I pulled her toward me and brought our lips together. Her lips felt soft and warm. The way she kissed me raised my passion to a new level.
She turned to the bed as our hands roamed each other’s bodies.
“I never thought I could attract such a young man as yourself.”
I grabbed both breasts and pushed her back toward the bed. She clung to my erection. Her knees hit the edge of the bed, and she fell onto it. I removed her G-string. Linda spread her legs and separated her pussy lips. Her clit had popped from beneath its bonnet; it looked like a small penis. Her hairless pussy juices were dripping down her leg. I wrapped my lips around her pussy and sucked on it.
Linda grabbed the back of my head and held my face between her legs. She stared up to the ceiling viewing our activity in the mirror. As I sucked her clit I reached up and squeezed her breast.
“Harvey pinch and pull on my nipples. They are sensitive.”
“Harvey, that is so wonderful. Eat my pussy; my husband won’t; you are so passionate. Damn, you are so good. It won’t be long before I have my first orgasm. Seeing your head between my legs and you pinching my nipples in the mirror is wonderful.”
After a few minutes of eating her pussy she was ready to release. Linda’s body shook as her sweet-tasting pussy drained its juices.
“Fuck me and kiss me, Harvey. Put that nice young hard cock into me.”
Standing at the edge of the bed, I lifted her legs, so her feet rested on my shoulders. Linda reached over, grabbed my shaft, and pulled me into her. She released her hand, allowing me to enjoy her dripping pussy. She was so wet and ready. I pounded her a few times. Holding my cock deep within her, I bent over to kiss her. Out tongues were probing each other.
Linda put her hands on each side of my face, our heads turning and enjoying the wet kisses we shared. After a minute or two, she moved my head lower to her breasts. I put my head in between them and kissed her chest. I kept kissing her tits until I kissed every inch. I latched my lips to her nipples and sucked.
“My God, Harvey, my husband has never been this passionate. You are making me crazy.”
She grabbed my ass and pushed her nails into my skin. I would pull out of her; she would pull me back in. She was a fantastic sex partner. Just thinking about our age difference kept me wanting even more of her.
She moved her hands to my back and dug her nails in. She held on to my shoulders as I pounded her pussy. My balls slapped against her ass.
The room smelled of sex, and the heat between us was immense.
I pulled out of her love hole and asked her to get on her hands and knees. I got in behind her, put my stiffened member inside her, and watched her large breasts bounce around. I reached over and fondled her breast.
I drew myself back, grabbed her hips, and watched her ass jiggle as I fucked her faster and harder.
“Damn, Linda, you are amazing. You are every man’s dream; I know you are mine. So hot, so pretty, and so sexy.”
“Ohhh, Harvey, I want you to cum inside me. Will you do that? I want you so bad; you have me so hot. I am ready to orgasm again. Are you ready? My husband and I never cum together. Can you cum with me, please? Cum in me.”
I threw my head back and dug my fingers into her hips as I pushed into her one last time. Linda’s body tightened, she grabbed the bed cover, and her fingers tightened.
I felt my sperm rising through my cock; I released my cum inside her. She came all over my shaft. I stayed inside her until I fell out. She turned to face me, I fell on top of her, and we kissed.
“Harvey, can you stay longer? There is more I want to do to you, and more I want you to do to me. We can go for a swim and then return to the bedroom.
“I would love that, Linda.”
