Moonlit Awakening

This is a work of fiction. I recently met a photographer taking pictures for my company who was very sexy, and it inspired me.

Sylvie had been interested in photography for many years and had finally achieved her ambition of setting up her own photography business.

It had started slowly, a few weddings and corporate events and she struggled to make ends meet for a while, but eventually she'd got herself a good reputation and some regular clients and, though not living the high life, she was comfortable. She did mainly corporate jobs which worked for her as portraits were a favourite.

Sylvie was 25. She'd left uni with a good degree but no plan. She'd been in a relationship at uni and for a couple of years afterwards with a guy called Jake but she'd started to feel less sure about him being the right man for her in the long term. Then he'd got himself drunk on a night out with some mates and, evidently, kissed and swapped phone numbers with a girl. In his drunken state he had tried to text the girl in the Uber on his way home, to tell her she was 'sexy as fuck' but he was 'only after a hook up'. Sadly he'd sent it to Sylvie in error. She dumped him the next day.

That was 4 months ago. She'd not had sex since, she had kissed 2 guys and had occasional flirty chat with a guy called Noel who she met through her work, but nothing more.

She shared a flat in the city centre with an old Uni friend called Emma and she had confided in Emma that she was desperate to get laid.

Lying in bed on this Saturday morning, Sylvie contemplated the day ahead. She had been approached to do a session for a couple, Paul and Louise, who she had met at a dinner party a few weeks ago. She remembered them as both being very nice, and she was going to their house this afternoon to discuss what they were looking for.

She checked the clock. As usual, she'd woken up horny. It was her standard morning feeling, regardless of whether she'd had sex recently, whether she was tired or the time of the month or anything. She put her hand between her thighs and applied some gentle pressure for a few seconds, enjoying the sensation.

She picked up her mobile and opened the secure folder. She went to the gallery and selected 'Videos', sliding her pyjama bottoms down and off as she did.

She stroked her pussy lips gently as she scrolled thorough the videos. There were around 20 saved on her phone and she knew she wanted to watch something that matched what she wanted to be doing; a quick hard fuck.

She selected a video. A young man and slightly younger woman. The video recorded in a kitchen. The woman was wearing a vest top and loose shorts, he was wearing only grey pyjama bottoms. They were kissing, passionately, tongues clashing, hands starting to wander, his to her large but pert tits and hers to his hardening cock. Sylvie moved her hand between her legs, feeling the already wet lips of her pussy. She turned the volume up, knowing how sexy she found the dirty talking between the two.

The man stopped kissing the woman briefly and said 'I'm going to bend you over this worktop and push every inch of my hard cock into you'.

'Good' the woman replied. 'I want it. Every fucking inch'.

At this point Sylvie slipped a finger deep into her pussy, loving how wet she was.

She watched the video, seeing Jake, her ex, slide his cock into her own pussy.

The overwhelming sexiness of watching herself fucking on film was a discovery Sylvie had Emma to thank for. Emma, a year older than Sylvie, had introduced her to it back in their uni days.

Sylvie and Emma met at uni in Birmingham and hit it off straight away. They'd lived in a shared house in Year 2 and enjoyed many a night out. Emma was out as gay when she started uni and attended some Gay club nights, and after one such night Sylvie had heard the sounds of Emma and whoever she'd brought back fucking from 2am onwards, almost non-stop. Sylvie was no innocent, and had been sexually active for a while with Jake, but had never even considered sex with another woman but hearing them got her incredibly turned on, and she used her fingers to make herself orgasm at least 3 times while listening to them. She pictured herself watching the 2 women from the side of the bed, as well as having Emma go down on her and her doing the same to Emma.

The next day she and Emma had joked about how loud the sex had been, though Sylvie didn't tell her how she'd played with herself while listening to them.

'Makes a change you hearing me having sex, normally I'm listening to you at it!' Emma said.

'I had no idea you'd ever heard us!' Sylvie said.

'For fuck sake' joked Emma. 'We've just been talking about you hearing me last night, what do you expect? One way soundproof walls?'.

The girls laughed.

'Don't be self-conscious in future though, honestly I'd hate that.' Emma added.

'I doubt I could be quiet to be fair, Jake often tells me how loud I am but I'm not even aware of it'.

'I don't mind to be honest. When I hear you and Jake fucking it's sexy in a way, though if he pops into my mind I'm like "ewww".'

They laughed again.

'Quite often', Emma added, 'hearing you two at it gets me turned on and I end up playing. Usually watching my porn'.

'Your porn?. I think it's other people's too you know!' Sylvie joked.

'No I mean videos of me having sex. MY porn!'

'Fucking hell' exclaimed Sylvie. 'What? Why?'.

'Haven't you and Jake done that sort of thing?'

'Yeah I guess so but we've never kept them!'

'Don't you watch porn?'

'Yes, but...'

Emma laughed. 'I just like porn that I'm in!'

'So you watch it together with whoever you've filmed with?'.

'Sometimes, but mainly it's just for my own... you know.'

'Ooh I might give it a go. I'm up for new experiences!.

'I'm surprised you haven't tried it.' Emma said.

Sylvie thought back to how turned on she'd been the night before.

'I'll tell you what I have done though' Sylvie said, feeling brave and terrified at the same time.

'Ooh go on' Emma replied.

'I've heard 2 women having sex and got so turned on by it that I played with myself.'

'No way! When the fuck did that...' Emma started to reply but then the look in Sylvie's eyes told her the answer.

'Oh my God were you playing with yourself listening to us fucking last night? You dirty cow!' Emma laughed. 'You should have come in, the more the merrier!'.

Sylvie laughed and then asked 'So I assume the sex was good last night?'.

'God yes. She had a pierced tongue and that's just a whole new level.'

'Will you see her again?'

'Possibly, though not dating. She's married. He's no idea she's into women. Sad, true and pretty common. It's a shame because that tongue of hers was a joy.'

'Sounds like it. Or should I say sounded like it!'.

That night Sylvie had suggested to Jake that it might be fun to video themselves fucking. Not surprisingly he was up for it, literally, and it became a regular feature of their sex. They only used her phone and she never sent him the videos, so even when she dumped him she felt secure enough and still used them to masturbate to, usually ignoring her cheating ex's role in the videos.

So now Sylvie lay on the bed, her fingers stroking her hard clit as she watched herself being fucked hard from behind. She felt her orgasm building, the pleasure centred on her clit then starting to grow, and as she watched Jake spit on to her arsehole and push his thumb into the tight ring she saw herself coming on the video and felt her orgasm pulsing out in delicious waves, and then came again when she watched her ex spray his cum on her tits.

At the same time as Sylvie was pleasuring herself watching the videos, Paul and Louise were having breakfast at home. They were talking again about the best way to explain what they wanted to the photographer Sylvie. They'd settled on broaching the topic gently, telling her they were looking for some classic pictures to mark their anniversary, before dropping a hint or two about some more 'niche' pictures and seeing what response they got. If they felt she was open to it, they'd progress and tell her more. If not, they could stop and go ahead with the more normal part of their request, which was just a standard photo shoot, without any embarrassment.

Paul and Louise had always been very sexual and they loved working through their secret list of new sexual experiences, their 'fucket list' as they called it, hence the idea of being 'intimately photographed'.

The photographer, Sylvie, seemed the perfect person to ask to take these pics. They'd got on with her at the dinner party and looked at her website and loved her work. That they both thought she was sexy was just a bonus.

Sylvie got ready for the meeting. She was quite short, just over 5 foot, with shoulder length, straight dark hair. She thought she was pretty, kept herself fit and slim and had, according to Emma, the 'best big tits in the UK', which always made her smile. She put on a black bra and thong, the bra doing a good job of enhancing her boobs, then a tight black t-shirt and denim mini skirt, and a pair of trainers. She did her check list of equipment in case they wanted any shots today and set off.

They greeted her at the door, hugs and kisses on the cheek, she was used to men ogling her boobs and Paul was no different. Louise offered her coffee which she accepted and they were soon settled in the huge conservatory and they started to outline what they were looking for.

They'd covered all the basics but Sylvie had the impression there was more; Louise looked a little nervous and Paul could barely look her in the eye. Eventually Louise cleared her throat and started talking.

'There was one other thing we were wondering. You're perfectly welcome to say 'No' and we'll just do the pics we've spoken about but we were just thinking that we really like your style of pics and we'd like some...err...'

Sylvie could guess what was coming. She somehow knew this pair were a bit...adventurous and waited to hear exactly what they wanted.

Louise continued; 'God I've no idea why I'm so embarrassed! It's just... well we'd like some intimate pictures!'

Sylvie was very interested. The idea struck her as really sexy and she did like them both.

'When you say "intimate", do you mean underwear? Nudes? More than that?'

Paul replied this time. 'Have you done this sort of thing before then?'

'No but I think it has artistic merit so I'm up for it'.

'We were certainly thinking the first two. I don't know that we'd thought about anything more.'

Sylvie felt in control, and liked it. She also found the idea of taking pictures of these two, intimate pictures, a real turn on.