The Photographers
Copyright© 2023 by Dionysos
Chapter 4: First Date
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 4: First Date - Emma is a pretty, young virgin with a nicely developing body, toned by her many sports activities. Mark, is the school magazine’s official athletics photographer. He asks her to model for him, for a project for his photography course. Emma agrees, not realising that this would be the start of a steamy love affair, culminating in some very wild parties.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft Ma/ft Romantic Group Sex Swinging Anal Sex Exhibitionism First Oral Sex Public Sex Size Small Breasts Nudism
“You need to think about getting ready for our date tonight Emma” Mark said.
“Can I get a shower please. The lights make me quite hot and a bit sweaty.”
“Sure. You can use the guest bedroom. It has it’s own ensuite” Mark explained.
She went into the bedroom, took out her toiletries from her bag and walked into the open, door-less bathroom. It was amazing with double washbasins, a toilet in an alcove and a large double walk-in shower. It also had a large bath with a selection of bath oils which Emma could not resist, only having a shower at home. She turned on the taps and stripped while the tub was filling. When it was quite full and just the right temperature, she added some apple-blossom bath oil and then turned off the taps.
She lowered her body slowly into the warm water and sighed as she relaxed, the water lapping around her small, sensitive breasts. The perfumed bath oil was exotic and, as she closed her eyes, she thought of Mark making love to her breasts. She tried to emulate his touch, massaging both breasts and tweaking her nipples, but without his mouth on them it was not the same.
She slid one hand down her chest and over her tight tummy to the sparse hairs, remembering how he had played with them. Soon her hand was cupping her pussy lips and then she gasped as she slid a finger inside her and started thrusting it inside her hot little hole. Her other hand slid down her body and her hand started rubbing her clit hood. She increased her thrusting and rubbing until she came with a little squeal. She relaxed, thinking that while she enjoyed her orgasm, it was not half as good as when Mark did it.
She washed her hair with the apple-blossom shampoo and soaped herself with the matching shower gel. Rubbing the suds all over her body, she dreamed about how nice it would be if Mark were doing this, especially around her breasts and bottom. Emma rinsed her hair and body with the shower as she was letting the water out and stepped out of the bath. She looked around the bathroom for a towel but could not see one. She opened a few cupboards but still no towel. Resigned, she went to the entrance to the bathroom with water still dripping down her and shouted Mark. She had to shout louder before he heard and when he opened the bedroom door to see her standing at the entrance to the bathroom, naked and wet, he froze with his mouth open.
“Stop ogling and get me a towel!” she shouted, laughing. She knew she was going to let him see her naked soon but had not planned it just yet.
He opened a drawer in the bedroom and took out a large, fluffy white towel, then walked over towards her, transfixed. She turned sideways, modestly, but now he was ogling her pretty, sexy bottom.
“Don’t stand there looking at me as if you are about to rape me!” she shouted, “Pass me the towel!”
“Sorry, they cost extra” he replied.
“You pervert! How much?”
“Just a kiss and a feel of your beautiful little bottom” he replied.
She laughed as he put the towel around her shoulders, kissing her and fondling her wet bottom.
“You smell good enough to eat!” he exclaimed.
“Later” she replied with a coy smile. “Now bugger off and let a girl get ready in peace.”
Twenty minutes later with hair done, makeup applied, disco dress on, with black leather jacket, Emma strolled downstairs. Mark was in the kitchen, opening a bottle of champagne. He was obviously quite well practised at this as he managed to let the cork shoot into the sink and pour the wine into the two champagne flutes without spilling any.
He passed her a glass, saying “You look fabulous Emma! Thank you so much for helping with the assignment.”
He was dressed in an expensive looking shirt and jacket, with smart black trousers. “You look hot yourself! And I enjoyed every minute of the assignment” Emma replied.
He toasted “To my hot new model!”
She took a sip and then replied, “To my fantastic photographer!”
They drank the champagne, kissed and had a second glass, after which Emma was feeling on top of the world. They were fooling around with him trying to get his hands inside her dress and her squealing, when the taxi arrived in the drive. They went outside to get in, Mark setting the house alarm and then opening the rear car door for her. She got in, flashing her knickers and giggling as she did.
“Hi Trev, can you take us to Domino’s please?” Mark asked.
“Sure thing Mark” Trev replied.
They soon arrived at the Italian restaurant, which Emma had wrongly assumed was going to be a pizza restaurant. In fact it was quite upmarket. The taxi door was opened for them, and they were welcomed and ushered inside. They were shown to their table for two, in a secluded alcove with dim lighting. The waiter lit the central candle and Mark said “You look stunning in candle light Emma, we have to try it when we next do photos.”
“If we have to model nighties for next weeks shoot, that might be good” Emma replied.
He thought about it for a minute, imagining her in a sexy nightie in the candle light and could only say “Wow.”
She could guess what he was thinking and just grinned.
The waiter came along with the menus and said “Good to see you again Mark, especially with such a beautiful young lady. What can I get you to drink?”
“Could we have a couple of glasses of that remarkable white grape juice I had last time, please?”
“Certainly sir.”
Emma looked at the menu and realised it was only in Italian, so she did not have a clue. “Can you help me here Mark, I don’t know Italian, except pizza and spaghetti?”
“Of course, can I suggest something light as we will be dancing soon and nothing too spicy as it might have an undesirable effect” he said, pointing to a dish.
She grinned “Yes, it might spoil the romantic mood of we’re farting at each other all night.”
He cracked up laughing. “You can usually get away with a few when the music is loud at the disco.” Which set her off laughing too.
The grape juice arrived in short tumblers and Emma was amused to find that it was actually wine, presumably camouflaged because they were both underage.
They chatted non-stop about the exciting things happening in their lives and soon they had finished the main course. Emma said she was too full for desert, but Mark did persuade her to sample the tiramisu on the grounds that they could walk to the disco to ‘walk it off’.
They enjoyed the short walk in the cooler night air and were soon inside the disco, dancing. He was amazed as she melted into the music, the disco lights reflecting on and through her almost translucent dress. After a few dances they returned to the bar to get a drink.
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