Photo Finish
Copyright© 2026 by rlfj
Chapter 1: Photo Shoot
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 1: Photo Shoot - Boy meets girl, and things get very steamy. It’s a fun romp, with lots of past history for both, and lots of illustrations.
Caution: This Romance Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Fiction Workplace Exhibitionism Oral Sex Voyeurism Illustrated
Present Day
Amy Beckers looked at the man with the camera. She leaned back against the tree trunk and gave him a coquettish smile. With her hands back against the tree trunk, her breasts were forced out and up, accentuating their already significant size. Likewise, with one bare foot on the grass and the other lifted and braced against the tree, her skirt was stretched tightly across her hips and thighs. “How’s this, honey?”
Jason Beckers smiled. “Cute and sexy,” he replied. He took a couple of quick pictures.
She pulled her top up, flashing him. “Maybe I should be going for hot and sexy.”
Jason took another quick photo even as he laughed and said, “We’ll get to that soon enough. Did you want any shots before then?”
Amy laughed and pulled her top back into place. She looked around the small park to see if anybody else was nearby but didn’t see anybody. It was a small park half an hour south of their home outside of Fairfax, too small for soccer or baseball fields, and without a swimming pool or access to a stream or creek. It was simply an open area with a few picnic tables and some easy hiking trails. They had taken photos here before; it could be very private.
Amy posing for Jason
That privacy was necessary. Amy and Jason had a hobby, taking racy photos and posting them on the Internet. She was currently wearing a two-piece outfit, a small crop top and flirty miniskirt combo in a red gingham fabric that had arrived via FedEx earlier in the week. Saturday was the first day they had available for a photoshoot and the weather was perfect, bright and sunny, but not too hot.
Amy went back to her original pose and smiled at him. Jason began taking photos again and directing his wife in her poses. He had never suspected this side of her when they first met and began dating. It was only when they were planning their honeymoon when her interest in voyeurism and exhibitionism became apparent.
Four Years Ago
“Honey, I think I need a new swimsuit.”
Jason looked over at his fiancée. “What was that?” It was Friday night, and they were enjoying a weekend at home.
Amy Newhart looked over at him. She was wearing a tank top and jeans and they were planning for their October wedding. “I think I need a new swimsuit. I don’t like the last one I bought.”
He sat down next to her on the couch. “Where’d you buy it?”
“JC Penney,” she answered, blushing. “It’s been a few years.”
Jason rolled his eyes; no wonder she didn’t like it. “I’ll make you a deal. I’ll buy it if you wear it.”
She looked at him suspiciously. “Why don’t I trust you? Any particular type of swimsuit you think I should buy?”
“Small.”
“That’s not very helpful.”
“Very small. Is that better?”
“Not really,” she said. “What type should I get?”
“Very, very small.”
“JASON!”
Her fiancé shrugged. “Okay, what type do you want? One piece? Two piece? Granny suit?”
Amy thought about that briefly. Her problem was that she didn’t think of herself as swimsuit material. She was too short, too heavy, too... something. She didn’t look anything like the models or actresses on TV or in the movies. “I don’t know,” she answered, somewhat lamely, thought Jason.
“You don’t want to try something on in the store. Fine. We’ll find something online. Back in a second.” He stood and went to his briefcase, returning with his laptop computer. “Let’s find you a swimsuit.” He opened it and typed in his password. Then he opened a browser and entered, ‘microbikini’.
“Microbikini! Jason ... no!”
Her fiancé laughed. “Will you settle down. We’re just looking around.” He clicked on a link for a company called Wicked Weasel, an Australian company.
Amy stared as Jason moved around the website. They had all sorts of things there, bikinis and one-piece swimsuits, dresses, skirts and tops, and even exercise clothes. The clothing was undeniably sexy, but it was obvious the women wearing the clothing were professional models. They were all tall and skinny, with boob jobs, perfect complexions, professional makeup, and amazing lighting. “I don’t look anything like these women,” she protested.
“So, let’s try something else.” He clicked on the site for an American company, Malibu Strings.
Almost immediately Amy noticed a difference. For one thing, in addition to the swimsuits being worn by professional models, there was an extensive section with photos contributed by customers, amateurs who had bought their suits online. Wicked Weasel had a site like that, but they charged to see it. They clicked through the Malibu Strings amateurs, and she was amazed. It was obvious that they were truly everyday women. While quite a few were beautiful, some were short, some were fat, and some were old, much older than she was. Some had their faces turned away and explained that they had jobs where they couldn’t be seen on the Web. The one thing she noted was they were all confident in what they were doing.
Jason clicked through several more sites. Most had a section where regular women could send in pictures taken by husbands and boyfriends, and some were very explicit. While they all had pictures of the contributors wearing bikinis and monokinis, more than a few were topless and some were bottomless. Amy began reconsidering a small bikini.
Then she looked over at her fiancé. Jason seemed to be breathing harder, and when she looked at his lap, she found that wasn’t the only thing hard. His trousers were tented out by the substantial erection hiding there. “Jason, I think you like what we’ve been doing,” she teased, rubbing a hand over the front of his pants.
“I’ve been thinking about you in some of these bikinis,” he responded.
“Anything particular?” she asked.
“The type that are easy to remove.” With that he stopped talking, pulling her onto his lap and kissing her as he began undressing the buxom blonde. Amy shuddered as he touched her in all the places she loved. His lips were on her face and neck, his left hand under her tank top and playing with her tits, and his right hand was rubbing her pussy through her jeans.
“Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!” she moaned. Amy and Jason had a very active sex life, but Jason was taking it to another level that night. He was very turned on by the thought of his beautiful fiancée wearing a transparent mesh microbikini and being seen by millions of people. Within minutes he had her on her back on the couch, her top pulled up, and her jeans around her ankles. He fumbled open his pants, and extracted his rock-hard cock, and then pushed her panties aside, entering her as she gasped and moaned. He plunged into her, pounding her down into the cushions, and Amy whimpered and moaned under the assault. She had lost track of her orgasms when she felt him stiffen in her arms, his cum blasting into her.
Amy and Jason buying bikinis
“Wow!” Amy said as she got her breath back.
“Yeah, uh, wow,” he agreed. Jason rolled off her, slipping to the floor as he did. He climbed to his feet, stripping off his clothing as he did so, and then took her hand. He led her into their bedroom, where they both finished undressing, and then got into bed. One good screw deserved another. It was Friday night, so they had all weekend to play.
Present Day
Jason smiled to himself as he remembered that first time they got involved in exhibitionism. It was obvious that the idea of Amy wearing tiny swimsuits turned them both on. Over the next few weeks, they looked at a variety of websites, joining a few, and Amy picked a small bikini to try. It wasn’t the smallest they sold, but it was smaller than any she had worn before. Unbeknownst to her, Jason ordered a second, more extreme bikini, with a thong back, side ties, and a bandeau top. He hid that one away and brought it on their honeymoon as a surprise.
They had started taking photos on their honeymoon, with Jason taking pictures of her on the beach and at the pool, and then more back in their room later. Amy had been very excited by Jason’s taking pictures of her, and when he told her to lose her top, he had been amazed when she undid the top and tossed it aside. He just kept taking pictures, and when he asked her to take off her bottom, she eagerly complied. He just kept taking pictures as she laid back on the bed and began playing with her nipples and pussy. When she spread her legs and crooked her finger at him, he tossed the camera aside and jumped onto the bed with her.
Since then, they had bought a number of swimsuits and other sexy clothing, all of which had ended up in photos, usually submitted to the company’s website. Along the way, Jason had gotten better at photography and Amy had gotten better at modeling.
Amy selected the name ‘HoneyGirl’ for her website entries because of her honey blonde hair that went several inches down her back. Depending on the company and the site, she could add extras to her photos, such as a description of why she had bought a particular item or where she had worn it. She also created a Hotmail account that was only for HoneyGirl and didn’t show up in her regular Gmail account. She was amazed at the number of people, mostly men but some women, too, who sent her emails, invitations, and pictures. Some were so disgusting that she blocked them, but most were polite and positive. Those she shared with her husband. Further, she couldn’t believe the number of people who wanted to pay for even more explicit pictures, or who wanted to buy her items to wear, and the ones who wanted her used panties really made her laugh. On some sites viewers could donate money for future purchases. It was all very heady for the young woman, and an incredible ego boost.
Jason began to tell her how to move and pose, moving from ‘cute and sexy’ to ‘hot and sexy’. Amy began showing some cleavage, and then a lot of cleavage. She pulled the skirt up, so that it rose to the point that her bottom began peeking out, and her legs began to spread apart, hinting at what was beneath. At that point, Jason took a quick look around and was satisfied they were still alone. “Now, let’s see a little flash again.”
Amy gave him a big smile and began to slowly pull the crop top up. Jason began taking pictures as she exposed some underboob and kept shooting as she pulled it completely above her breasts. He loved her figure. He happily admitted to being a voluptuarian, enamored of her voluptuous form. His wife had big, pillowy thirty-seven-inch breasts with a D cup, and a plush, cushiony bottom. She had forty-inch hips, which she despaired of, but he claimed they made it easier for her to spread her legs and welcome him aboard. Her waist was twenty-nine inches, but didn’t look flabby, and her belly button was deep, and he had occasionally sipped champagne from it.
Then he had her pull the top back into place and told her to reverse the process, pulling it down so her tits popped out from above. Next, she put the top back in place and began pulling the skirt up. She turned around slowly, giving him a chance to take pictures of her bare bottom and her pussy. She was going commando, so she showed everything. After that, with the skirt around her waist, she began exposing her breasts again, finishing with both top and skirt around her waist. At that point it got much hotter. They both looked around for any potential watchers, and Amy began touching herself, playing with her nipples and rubbing a finger through her slit. By that point she was lying on the grass, her legs spread and her hard nipples pointing to the sky.
“You look so hot!” he told her, watching his wife play with herself through the viewfinder. He was using an expensive 35mm DSLR, a digital single lens reflex camera; it was a far superior camera to what his cell phone possessed.
“Your cock looks hard!” she replied. “Show me!”
“Later.”
Amy responded by pushing both hands into her crotch, with one set of fingers rubbing her clitoris furiously while the other set pushed inside to reach for her G-spot. Jason kept taking pictures, noting how her skin reddened as the orgasms took control. She was moaning as she played with herself. Eventually she tired and looked up at him, to see her husband smiling down at her. “How was it?” she asked.
“Very hot. How are you feeling?”
“Very hot,” she repeated back to him. She stood, taking his hand when she felt shaky, and pulled her clothing together. He helped her walk towards his car, stopping when she slipped her running shoes on. Then, hand in hand, they walked to the parking lot.
Jason opened the hatch back, to put his camera back into the carry case. He looked up, surprised, when Amy opened the back door, and not a front door. “Get in!” she ordered.
“What?”
“I need some cock, and you are going to provide!” she stated.
Jason eyed her with amusement. Almost always, when they finished a photoshoot, they would head directly home or to their hotel room, to enjoy a lengthy sexual interlude. Occasionally, though, one of them got so turned on they needed to fuck immediately. They had never done it in the park before, but a couple of times at a deserted beach they had taken a beach blanket up into the dunes and screwed their brains out. It looked like Amy needed a hard cock, and bad! He finished packing the camera case and tossed it inside. He climbed into the back with his wife and closed the door.
His wife kicked off her sneakers and then jumped onto his lap. Jason toyed with her tits and pussy for a couple of minutes, but Amy wanted more. “I want your cock!” she demanded, before turning around and pushing him down onto the seat. She peeled off her top and skirt. “I want your cock!” she repeated and put her hands on his pants.
Jason laughed and took over, “Hold your horses!” He reached down and unzipped his shorts and pushed them down his thighs. Amy hadn’t been the only member of the family going commando, and his cock came out of his shorts stiff and excited.
“That’s it! That’s what I want!” she told him, and then she climbed on top. Before he even had a chance to say anything Amy had straddled his thighs and sunk her pussy down onto his stiff cock. “That’s it! That’s it! Fuck me! Fuck me!” She shuddered as her first cum raged through her, and then she opened her eyes. “Suck my tits!” she demanded, thrusting them towards his face.
Amy and Jason in the back seat