1. I posted this on fictionmania a few years ago - it


    Date: 6/11/2017, Categories: Fetish, Sex Humor, Taboo, Author: bonnykate, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    arm, and her hair tickled my nose and she squinted at the display. "Don't you need your glasses, Aunt, I mean Josie?" "Glasses?" She looked into my face, so close I could feel her breath. "Oh, my glasses! Of course, how silly of me! Well, it's not important, I'm sure the photos are perfect." She almost purred the syllables of the word. "But," she looked pensive. "Yes?" "Well, shouldn't we have some pictures of my outfit? I picked it specially!" You bet! "That would be a good idea, it looks great." I stood (although it was nice to sit beside her) and started taking more photos. She crossed and uncrossed her legs in a way that let me know she was wearing stockings. Suddenly she stood, and I started walking around her, taking pictures from the side, back and front as she canted her hips, stuck out her chest, looked sulkily over her shoulder - she seemed to have an endless store of sexy, pouty, smoldering looks. "How about some leg?" she asked, all innocence. "Leg - yeah! Great idea!" She put a leg up on the loveseat and pulled her skirt up a bit. She was definitely wearing stockings, white with white garters. I almost dropped the camera. "Th-th-that's great!" I took some more shots. "You know, I may meet, well, you know, somebody special on line." She looked at me speculatively. "Special?" "You know, somebody I'm really interested in. Maybe we should take some pictures for him...as long as we're taking pictures anyway." My mouth went completely dry. I was thinking of asking for ...
    water, but I didn't want to interrupt anything. And, I couldn't really form words. My jeans felt way too tight, something Josie couldn't have missed. I think she may have given it an appraising glance. "So, what should I do for that special guy?" she asked, turning her back to me and slowly pulling her sweater over her head. Her bra seemed to match the garters and hose I had already seen. It seemed small and lacy from the back, and when she turned around I could see it was. It hardly contained her beautiful breasts, which tried to spill out the top. "Maybe something like this?" she said, putting a hand on her hip and pushing her breasts out. Still unable to speak, I started snapping pictures again. She found the zipper on the side of her skirt, slowly pushed it down, and let the skirt fall to the floor. I had never seen such a vision in person, and you seldom saw something this hot even on those internet sites I wasn't supposed to be visiting. "You like?" she asked, stepping out of the puddle of skirt on the floor and turning slowly. She wore a tiny thong, and I could tell she was shaved through it. I kept taking pictures. Suddenly she gave me a cross look over her shoulder, turned, and pushed the camera down. "Do you like?" she demanded. "I like," I finally croaked. "Very much." "I thought so." She took the camera from my hand and set it down. Then she slowly ran her hand down my shirtfront, stopping at my belt and used it to yank me towards her. She was as tall as I am in ...