I thought it might be time to turn a hobby into a part-time job. Photography had always fascinated me; there was something about capturing a fleeting moment that felt almost magical. I loved all kinds of subjects, from landscapes to portraits, but it was one experience that eventually gave my life a whole new meaning.
Life at home had been quiet for years. My partner, Jane, had turned her passions toward travel, often jetting off with her friends on adventures across Europe when not working. It left me with time, too much time, honestly, and a growing sense that something was missing. One evening at the local pub, over a pint and casual chatter, I mentioned to my friend Jon that I was thinking of turning my interest in photography into a proper business. To my surprise, he lit up, mentioning he did agency work and offering to pass along their details.
It wasn’t long after that I found myself in a small office for an interview. They were thorough, asking questions about my experience and vision, but by the end, I’d apparently “ticked all the boxes.” Satisfied, I left with a sense of excitement and nervous anticipation, wondering when, or if, my first job might come through.
Two days later, the call came early in the morning, catching me mid-sip of coffee. A woman introduced herself as Kate, explaining she’d gotten my details from the agency and needed a portfolio done for her business. We arranged to meet that same day. The plan was simple: I’d spend the afternoon doing a shoot for her, then head back to the local for a well-earned drink. Jane, as usual, had plans of her own, a night at the theatre with friends, so I knew I had the evening to myself.
Kate’s directions led me to a quaint Victorian railway cottage near an abandoned line and tucked away deep in the countryside. The kind of house that seemed to carry its history in the creak of the floorboards and the ivy climbing its brickwork. The doorway was smaller than I expected, almost as though it was meant to keep the modern world at bay. I barely had time to knock before the door swung open.
She stood there, framed by the golden light of late afternoon. Kate was about forty, with shoulder-length mousy-blond hair that framed her face in a way that felt effortlessly elegant. She wasn’t tall, maybe five foot six, but she carried herself with an easy confidence. A tailored black skirt, crisp white blouse, and heels completed her look. I caught a glimpse of black stockings, which only added to the polished, professional air she seemed to exude.
“Come in,” she said warmly, stepping aside to let me enter.
We settled in quickly. Kate disappeared into the kitchen for a moment, returning with a bottle of wine and two glasses.
“To ease into things,” she said with a grin.
We chatted for a while, mostly about the shoot. It was my first gig, and I didn’t want to come across as too nervous, though I could feel the flutter of anticipation in my chest. Eventually, I cleared my throat and said, “Shall we set up a few tests? Where do you want me?”
Her smile widened, a mixture of amusement and something I couldn’t quite place.
“Follow me,” she said, leading the way up the steep creaky stairs.
She led the way to a moderate-sized bedroom, which she referred to as her “spare room.” The space was bright, thanks to a large bay window that overlooked a sloping garden, the greenery stretching out to reveal miles of rolling countryside. The light was perfect, soft and natural, just what I needed for the shoot.
“This is my spare room,” she said, gesturing with a small, almost self-conscious smile.
“Oh, nice,” I replied, glancing around and mentally noting where I could set her up for the best shots. I moved toward the bay window and began arranging my equipment.
“Did the agency tell you what I had in mind?” she asked, watching me from where she stood.
“Not fully, but that’s agencies for you,” I said with a chuckle.
Kate’s lips curved into a wry smile. “Fair enough. I need some shots for work, both official and casual.”
We worked through her business looks quickly, her confidence growing with each click of the shutter. The stiffness of our initial interaction melted away, and soon we were chatting easily. She was quick-witted, with a dry humour that surfaced in small, unexpected moments, making me laugh.
By the time we moved on to her casual outfits, the atmosphere had shifted. The wine she’d poured earlier now sat, nearly empty, on a small table by the bed. Our conversation took on a more playful tone, our laughter lingering just a little too long. I noticed the way she leaned in slightly when she spoke, her gaze holding mine a second longer than necessary.
Eventually, we wrapped up the session. Kate disappeared into the adjoining room to change. Meanwhile, I wandered into the hallway, heading toward the bathroom. Passing by the slightly ajar door of her room, I caught a glimpse of her reflected in the mirror, her blouse half-unbuttoned, the skirt discarded, revealing a lovely, formed bottom barely covered by black satin panties. The scene was fleeting, but it stirred something unexpected, a warmth that spread faster than I could reason with.
On my way back from the bathroom, a sudden gust of wind slammed through the hallway, blowing a door open with a loud creak. My eyes were instinctively drawn to the movement, and there she was, Kate, standing in the doorway, struggling to slip into a dress. The sight of her, semi-naked and caught mid-moment, made me pause. Her back was to me, her smooth skin catching the low light, and for a moment, the world seemed to still.
“Nice body,” I murmured without thinking, my voice betraying both admiration and surprise. She jolted slightly, her hands fumbling with the fabric as she turned her head just enough to glance at me. A flush rose to her cheeks, though whether it was from embarrassment or something else, I wasn’t entirely sure.
I kept walking, unwilling to overstay the moment, but a few minutes later, her voice called out behind me, playful and unhurried. “A nice body, huh?” she teased. “Well then, fancy taking a few naughty pictures of it?” Her words were laced with a grin that I could almost hear.
I hesitated, caught off guard, but her mischievous tone disarmed me. “Why not?” I replied, my voice steadier than I felt. “There’s no one at home, and I’ve got time.”
I followed her back to the bedroom, my heart picking up its pace as I crossed the threshold. The room itself was as much a character as she was, feminine and inviting, draped in dark red velvet curtains that cloaked the windows and gave the space a dusky, intimate glow. The high bed was scattered with cushions, the unmade covers adding a touch of carelessness, as if this room belonged to someone who lived unapologetically in the moment, a warm afternoon sun that seemed to caress the room in soft shadows.
Kate had shed the pretence of modesty, standing completely naked now. Her body, lithe and confident, spoke of someone who had learned to embrace her own beauty. She turned slightly, just enough to glance over her shoulder at me, her grin widening into something more wicked, her eyes glittering with unspoken invitation.
I stepped closer, drawn not only by the sight of her but by the electric pull of the moment. She let herself rest back against me, her head falling softly onto my shoulder, her slender neck exposed. The scent of Vetiver, its rich, earthy fragrance, with just a hint of sweetness drifted up, curling around my senses and unravelling any restraint I might have held onto. My hands, tentative at first, found their way to her waist, tracing the curves of her body, memorising the warmth and softness beneath my touch.
Her breathing deepened as my fingers rose higher, brushing the firm swell of her breasts, the hardened peaks pressing into my palms. She shifted slightly, her body leaning into mine, a quiet sound escaping her lips—a mix of a sigh and a groan, almost imperceptible but laden with meaning.
I bent my head, pressing my lips to the side of her neck, letting them linger there as I breathed her in. Her skin was impossibly soft, the curve of her shoulder leading me to the delicate shell of her ear. I let my teeth graze it lightly, earning a small whimper from her that sent a shiver through me. She turned her face toward mine, her eyes locking with an intensity that made the room feel smaller.
“It’s been a long time since…”
“Shhh,” I said softly. Her voice carried a vulnerability that cut through the sensual haze of the moment. I met her gaze, my lips brushing against hers as I whispered back, “Me too.”
As my fingers continued to tease her nipples, rolling and kneading the hardened peaks with deliberate slowness, Kate let out a soft, trembling sigh. Her hand fell to her side, and with a flick of her wrist, a small packet tumbled to the floor.
“We won’t need these then,” she murmured, her voice low and playful, her eyes glinting with wicked intent.
A rush of heat surged through me. My drought had come to an end.
She stepped closer, her arms sliding around my neck as her fingers tangled in my hair. Her lips met mine, tentative at first, tasting and testing, until the passion overtook us. The kiss deepened, her tongue darting to meet mine, coaxing and demanding all at once.
I broke the kiss, drawing back just enough to take her in. Her body was flawless, firm and inviting, her breasts perfectly rounded, each nipple standing at attention. She cupped one in her hand, pushing it forward with a teasing smile. “More,” she whispered, her voice both a plea and a command.
Leaning forward, I kissed the soft curve of her breast, my tongue tracing its way to the peak before taking it gently between my teeth. Her moan spurred me on, and I gave each nipple the attention it deserved, kissing, licking, and nibbling as her hands roamed over my back.
She pulled at my polo shirt, her fingers deftly lifting it over my head before tossing it aside. Her eyes met mine, a grin playing on her lips as her hands travelled to my belt. With a single, fluid movement, she slid it free and undid my pants, letting them fall to the floor.
Dropping to her knees, she ran her fingers slowly along the length of my growing shaft, her touch feather-light and tantalising.
“Wow,” she murmured, her eyes wide with admiration. “Is this for me?” She wrapped her hand around the shaft, stroking it with deliberate, teasing precision.
“How do you control this monster?” she asked with a sly smile before leaning in, her lips parting to take me in.
The warmth of her mouth, the gentle pressure of her tongue against the tip, made me shudder. She took her time, exploring every inch with a mix of skill and curiosity, her movements both unhurried and maddeningly seductive.
“Oh, that feels good,” I whispered, my voice rough with need. “Don’t stop.”
But after what felt like an exquisite eternity, I pulled her to her feet, our bodies pressing together. My hands slid to her waist as I guided her toward the bed. The sheets were cool against her skin as I gently laid her down.
“Do you want me?” I asked, my voice barely more than a murmur.
She didn’t answer with words, but her gaze said it all, unreserved, inviting, and filled with need. I knelt beside her, sliding my fingers along the curve of her hip and down her thigh, her knees drawing together in a fleeting gesture of modesty.
But I pressed my palm against the soft skin of her inner thigh, coaxing her legs apart. Slowly, her resolve gave way, and she let them fall open, revealing her glistening, swollen pussy, it lips open and glistening with desire. The sight of her, vulnerable yet utterly confident, sent a jolt through me, and I leaned in, ready to give her everything she desired.
I slid down beside her, my body against hers as our mouths met again in an intense, unyielding kiss. There was no hesitation, no need for prelude; our desire had been building since I walked through the door. The moment had finally arrived. Kate swept away the cushions with an impatient flick, her body shifting to make space for me. She lay back, her legs parting invitingly, and I positioned myself between them, the warmth of her skin drawing me in like gravity.
She guided me with a gentle push, her body inviting me to settle between her thighs. Her perfume lingered in the air, a heady mix of floral and musk that dulled my senses to everything but her. As I moved closer, the tip of my cock brushed against her slick heat, and she stiffened slightly, her breath catching in a short, sharp gasp. I pressed forward, slowly, deliberately, letting the head ease its way in. Her body responded instinctively, pulling me deeper as her head tilted back, her lips parting in a soft moan.
No thoughts, no doubts, just the two of us, lost in the rhythm of the moment.
I withdrew gently, savouring the sensation, before pushing back in, each movement deliberate and measured. Her body writhed beneath me, her hips meeting mine with growing urgency. I shifted, adjusting the angle to ensure every stroke found her in just the right place. Her clit pressed against me with each thrust, the friction drawing soft, breathless sounds from her lips.
Her hands gripped my shoulders as I moved, and I could feel her nails digging in slightly, grounding me in the intensity of her pleasure. I adjusted again, spreading her legs wider with my knees and wrapping my arms around her shoulders. With a slow, steady rhythm, I drove deeper, feeling her body tighten around me, pulling me further into her heat.
The tell-tale tension began to build in the pit of my stomach, that undeniable pressure signalling the approach of release. Kate sensed it too, her breathing quickening as her movements became erratic, her moans shifting to soft cries of pleasure. She was holding back a scream, her teeth clenched as her body trembled beneath me.
Her eyes locked on mine for one electrifying moment before rolling back, her body arching as she succumbed to her climax. The sight of her unravelling pushed me over the edge, and I stiffened, gripping her tightly as I spilled myself deep inside her. She wrapped her legs around my back, holding me in place, her own release flowing over us in waves.
For a moment, neither of us moved, our bodies pressed together as we came down from the intensity of it all. I kissed her deeply, tasting the warmth of her lips, and slowly collapsed to her side. She clung to me for a while, her body curling against mine, her breathing gradually evening out.
I stroked her face, marvelling at how radiant she looked, flushed, glowing, and utterly at peace. Her eyes fluttered open, meeting mine with a soft, languid smile. For now, there were no words, only the quiet intimacy of the moment shared between us.
We lay there for a while, bodies entwined, her warmth enveloping me as I remained inside her. Neither of us spoke; there was no need. Our kisses were soft, unhurried, as we savoured the quiet intimacy of the moment. Her fingers traced through my hair, her gaze tender as tears glistened in her eyes, spilling over as she stroked my cheek.
“Please, don’t go yet,” she whispered, her voice trembling with raw emotion.
“I don’t intend to,” I murmured, pulling the duvet up and tucking it around us. I propped myself on one arm, brushing away the salty trails of her tears with gentle kisses.
Just then, my phone rang, breaking the silence and making us both hold our breath. It went to voicemail, and we listened as Jane’s voice filled the room. “Don’t wait up,” she said cheerfully. “I’m staying in town with Pam and the girls tonight… Oh, and I have been invited away for the weekend. Tell you later!”
As the message ended, I turned my attention back to Kate, only to realize she had been idly playing with me under the covers. Her touch had already reignited the fire between us, and she grinned wickedly as I looked down at her.
“Bloody hell,” she said, her voice a mix of mischief and exhilaration. “That was exciting, listening to your other half while I’m here bit of spare slut.”
I smirked, unable to hide my amusement. “What are you doing, lady?”
“Playing with that other woman’s cock,” she replied with a teasing smile, leaning down to kiss my chest before grazing her teeth over my nipple. “Feels wickedly erotic knowing I have something that belongs to her.”
Her words sent a fresh wave of heat through me, and as her lips travelled lower, her intentions became clear. She paused briefly, looking up at me with a mischievous gleam. “Two questions,” she said, her voice laced with playfulness. “What time do you need to leave in the morning? And…” She paused, her lips brushing against my skin. “What do you fancy for supper on Saturday night?”
I chuckled, shaking my head. “Hmm,” I replied, grinning as I gently rolled her onto her stomach. Sliding a pillow beneath her hips, I spread her legs with my knees, feeling the sticky warmth of our mingled pleasure as my fingers traced her folds. She gasped softly as I ran my fingers over her, gathering the evidence of our passion and bringing it to her lips. She sucked them greedily, her eyes half-lidded with desire.
Without hesitation, I positioned myself against her, letting the head of my cock press teasingly at her entrance before easing inside her once more. Her moan filled the room as I leaned forward, kissing her neck, my weight pinning her to the bed.
It was going to be a long, unforgettable night.
