Striptease Erotica
"Dirty Pictures," a sex story by Jocelyn Perry
She nervously swirled the red wine around in the glass and took another sip, letting the spicy liquid slip down her throat. Nerves churned her stomach. She waved at the waitress, gesturing for another drink.
John sat across the table from her, a look of concern in his eyes.
"Wow, pounding the wine tonight. Are you sure you're okay with this?"
"Yes. Yes, I'm fine. Don't worry about it." She didn't want to think about it yet.
She stole a glance at him as he waved at an acquaintance across the bar. He was so handsome. Beautiful blue eyes, high cheekbones and hair she could run her hands through for hours. She always felt loved and safe wrapped in his broad shoulders and muscular arms. He was an amazing boyfriend. He was good at telling her how sexy she was and how much he loved her. She smiled, thinking how lucky she was. He was so good to her and she wanted to do this for him.
He had begged her for months to allow him to take sexy photos of her with his new digital camera. She had laughed him off, but it kept coming up. She finally gave in. She was so shy, but he made her feel so good.
She'd been the one to suggest it for his birthday: A night out, a hotel room in town and his own private photo session. The glow of love in his eyes, and the mischievous grin, told her she wouldn't regret it.
She dressed in a sultry outfit to put her in the mood: a plunging black lace Betsey Johnson minidress, tights and four-inch red patent leather heels bought just for the occasion. She looked damn good. Her smoky eyes cast the perfect sultry gaze. Shimmery gloss lingered on the edges of John's lip from an earlier kiss as he chatted with a friend. She laughed. She'd never seen him like this before. And it was all because of her. She liked it.
John paid and they walked arm in arm to the hotel down the street. She had set up their room earlier: a bottle of wine, candles and the camera.
Her cheeks were flushed from the wine and a warm rush came over her body as they walked. They made their way through their lobby and into their room. She was feeling good. Sexy. Ready. John walked across the room, throwing his jacket onto the chair in the corner. He dropped onto the bed.
"Man, I'm tired." He laughed. "I really do a feel a year older this year."
She smiled and threw her coat on the chair. She climbed onto the bed and crawled over until she was hanging over the edge, leaning close to John's ear.
"Well, I hope you aren't too tired. I thought we had big plans tonight."
She traced the edge of his ear with her tongue, finishing with a light nip on his lobe.
"Yes?" His voice was nearly a whimper.
She leaned back on her heels and slowly pulled the dress over her head. A low moan escaped John's lips as she exposed her new lingerie. It had just a hint of French maid. She got up and walked across the room. She smiled, feeling John's eyes burning into her backside. The black thong with short mesh skirt teased, showing just the bottom of her perky ass as she leaned over to place the dress neatly in her overnight bag. She took her time. John moaned appreciatively. She turned and sauntered over to him. She slowly lowered before him. He gazed at the black push up bra's pink ruffle accentuating the swell of her breasts and she leaned in, running a finger down his chest to the bulge in his pants. His cock strained against the fabric. She teased him, tracing the outline of his hard shaft.
"Do you like my new outfit?" she purred.
"God you look sexy." He tried to undo the button of his pants but she stopped him.
"Didn't we have a photo shoot planned?" she cooed as she continued the long, lingering strokes with her finger.
His eyes bulged. The dreamy smile on his face told her everything. He bolted to the dresser where the camera sat.
What a change! She was totally in control and she liked it.
"Why don't you light a candle or two and pour us some wine?"
He didn't answer, but went to do as he was asked. He burnt his hand as he fumbled with the matches. He swore as he fought with the corkscrew. Finally, the glow of the candles flickering on the wall, he came back to the bed. He placed the glasses of wine on the nightstand and lowered the light of the bedside lamp. He grabbed the camera.
"Why don't you just have a seat on the bed over there?" she cooed. She leaned over on one arm on the bed across from him. She smiled as he took his first shot.
"Man, this is cool."
She sat back up on her heels, placing her hand on her neck as the flash went again.
"What are you going to do now?" he asked excitedly.
She smiled. "I don't know. I'm feeling kinda naughty. I guess I'll see where it takes me."
She leaned forward, placing her hands on the bed. She looked up at him through her hair. The camera flashed again. On all fours she turned and gave him another look at her firm ass.
"Can I see more?"
She liked the hint of desperation in his voice.
"Mmm, yes."
She raised her arms behind her head and slowly dropped the straps from her shoulders. She pulled her arms behind her, pushing her chest out as she undid the clasp. She held it in place as the flash went off again. She smiled and pulled her bra off, tossing it to the floor.
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He let out a throaty groan and the camera flashed again. She smiled, staring into his eyes as she traced lazy circles around her already hard nipples. She was so turned on she could hardly stand it, but seeing John this worked up was worth it. Her thong was soaked, her clit begging for attention.
She gazed at John and ran her hand down her stomach and into her panties. John whined as he tried to get a better angle. She had never touched herself in front of him. She loved it.
She moaned as her fingers finally met her throbbing clit. She stroked slowly though she wanted to come now. She would wait a little longer, for John. It was his birthday after all. She pushed the thong aside and ran two fingers along her slick lips. Flash after flash blinded her. She closed her eyes as she languished in the building waves of pleasure between her legs. Not yet thought, she thought.
When she opened her eyes, John had dropped the camera and was sitting on the bed across from her. He was staring at her, a dream-like look on his face. She needed him.
"Take your pants off," she said, sliding two fingers inside her moist folds. She desperately wanted John inside her.
He stood and dropped his pants to his ankles. Before he got his feet out, she crawled over on the bed and lowered her mouth to his penis. She flicked her tongue back and forth across the head. He groaned her name as she slowly took all of him into her mouth. She moved up and down slowly to the speed of his moans. His moans sped up and she slowed down. Not yet.
He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her up onto the bed. He pushed her knees over his shoulders and hungrily dove between her legs. His tongue savoured her juices, igniting every nerve in her. She screamed as he sucked her clit. She was so close. He thrust his finger's inside her, finding that ridged spot that would drive her over the edge. He pumped vigorously as he sucked her clit. Intense waves of pleasure ravaged her body over and over. She screamed as she came.
She lay for a second, exhausted from the intensity. John beamed as she rolled on top of him. She rolled a condom down his shaft, and grabbed the base of it with her hand. She lightly circled the head of his dick around the opening of her vagina, only teasingly allowing the tip to enter briefly before she pulled it back out. He pleaded and moaned in frustration.
"Please."
She allowed him in, just a little ways before pulling out and teasing him again. She did it again, allowing him in for only a few shallow thrusts.
"Please Cindy! I need to fuck you!"
With that, she dropped, driving him deep into her.
He cried out her name as she rocked her hips, grinding into him. His breath quickened and he grabbed her hips and pulled them into him, harder. Suddenly he pushed her up and flipped her over on all fours. He held her hands on the head board as he entered her from behind. She moaned as he plunged into her, filling her completely. His hand cupped her breast before lowering to her clit. She came again as he thrust harder. He grabbed her hips and pushed one final time, coming with a loud groan.
He lowered his head to her back, catching his breath. Still panting, he rolled over and dropped to the bed, exhausted.
She lay down beside him, a smug, satisfied grin on her face.
"Happy Birthday John."
Originally published July 2007 - "Sexy Success"