Enticed #21 - A CHange of Pace Pt. 2

This is part two of the twenty-first chapter of my adventures in the early 90s with a gay man about 15 years older than me who saw me as a near-reincarnation of his first boyfriend. Check my post history for earlier installments of the story of an older man’s toy.

A minute later I heard the shower. Five minutes later the water shut off. Another two minutes later a tall, thin, athletic blue-haired goddess walked into my room. She had small, perky breasts with areola that were barely larger than her half-inch nipples. Her abs were more pronounced than mine and she kept a short landing strip of dirty blond pubic hair. Her legs were thin, but muscular.

“God! You’re stunning!” I practically yelled. “I mean, I knew your face was beautiful and I had my suspicions about your body. But, you should be on a catwalk.”

“Shut up,” Celia said as she eased down on the bed beside me. It was obvious she was nervous, practically trembling. But, my praise seemed to help. At least, she was smiling.

“I don’t know how you talked me into your bed,” she said. “You’ve barely spoken and here I am.”

“Roll over,” I instructed her.

She gave me a confused look but complied. I lifted up and began rubbing her shoulders and back. Before I made it halfway down her back she had visibly relaxed.

“How would you feel about modeling for me?” I asked. “I’d love to do some shots of you like the ones I’ve done of Ezekiel and myself.”

“You already worked some kind of magic to get a naked lesbian into your bed,” she said. Her voice was muffled a little with her face half buried in my pillow. “You don’t have to flatter me.”

“No. I’m absolutely serious,” I said. “You would make a fantastic model. My publisher told me I needed to branch out. My photos of Ezekiel are better than the ones of myself.

“And, just think of what a gift it would be for Michele. Don’t you think she’d enjoy some sexy, even x-rated photos of you?”

I continued rubbing and kneading her tight muscles down her spine, over her hips and on to her tight, rounded butt. My cock already was responding. My hetero side decided to show up.

Celia let a moan escape as I massaged her glutes.

“Maybe,” she finally said. “But, they couldn’t have my face in them.”

“I never include faces in the shots I do for publication,” I assured her. “But, I do have plenty of private shots for the special people.”

While I worked the mounds of her cheeks with my palms and fingers, my thumbs “accidentally” pushed between them and lightly stroked the pucker of her asshole and slit of her smooth pussy a couple times.

I was surprised to see her legs move slightly apart to allow my hands better access. But, I kept massaging my way down her thighs and calves. I paid special attention to her feet. I knew her job had her on her feet all day. They would always need special treatment.

She moaned again, more loudly this time.

“Keep doing that,” she moaned. “You’ve almost convinced me.”

I kissed each foot and continued a trail of wet kisses up her legs before licking her from her taint to the top of her now splayed butt crack. I licked back down and began licking all around her tight asshole. She quickly spread her legs farther. I noticed she spread them pretty wide with no effort at all.

I put pressure on her sphincter with my tongue and began lightly rubbing over her small pussy lips. They already seemed to be swelling and pushing outward. My guess was that her labia were rarely visible until she spread them open or they became aroused.

She already was wet and warm.

I didn’t push a finger inside or even search out her clitoris yet. I just rubbed over her sensitive lips as I licked her ass.

A minute later I pushed my tongue just a couple millimeters into her pussy and traced circles around the tight, wet opening.

Celia instinctively lifted her hips by arching her back as she moaned. Her legs still were very wide, and I was becoming curious.

“Roll over so I can get to everything,” I said hoarsely.

A second later she was on her back with her knees bent and thighs spread wide.

“I don’t know why I’m letting you do this,” she breathed. “But, I don’t want to stop. This feels so good.”

“Just consider it part of the private show experience,” I said.

I continued exploring every layer of her pussy with my tongue until I heard her breathing loud and heavy, heavier now than before.

Then I found her clitoris and circled and pressed it, boxed it and sucked it. She was moaning and whimpering in less than a minute. When she started bucking her hips against my face I slowly inserted a finger and began massaging her G-spot. I knew my anatomy, especially the sex organs and erogenous zones of both sexes, better than anyone I knew.

It literally took only a few strokes against her magic spot to get Celia grunting and gasping loudly. I felt her spasms begin in her abs and continue into her asshole and finally hit her pussy before she clenched her ass cheeks and thighs against my ears, letting out a scream that was probably heard by the neighbors a half-mile away.

I held on tight and continued licking her clit. It was hard to stay on target as her hips were bucking wildly, every muscle in her groin was contracting and her legs were trembling violently.

Slowly she calmed down. But every breath was a gasp and lilting moan. She twitched and jumped every time I touched her clit. So, I moved down to suck on her labia and lick a thin white discharge from her still contracting vagina. It seemed Celia produced a cum of her own.

I didn’t stop licking and sucking until I felt her entire body go limp and her breathing begin to calm down.

I kissed my way up her smooth belly and chest. When I found her mouth Celia pushed her tongue deep into my mouth and we lost our breath again as she wouldn’t stop. She held the back of my head to her tightly.

When she finally released me I pulled back and looked down at her.

“Sorry,” she panted. “I love to taste myself on other peoples’ tongues.”

“Anytime,” I breathed, dropping down beside her.

My cock had gotten hard again while I was massaging and eating Celia. But, I was so intent on pleasing her that I came again while my face was buried between her thighs. It lay on my hip shrinking with a little thin semen oozing out.

“Holy shit!” Her chest still was heaving. “How the fuck?”

“That was good for me, too,” I admitted. “I’ve missed that. Hell, I even came again.”

“With skills like that, I’d never know you were gay,” she panted. “That was amazing! Are you sure you aren’t a lesbian?”

“Well, to be honest, I’m not entirely gay,” I said. “I’m more bi.”

She looked over at me with a raised eyebrow.

“Actually, to let you in on a little secret - I’m really not all that attracted to men at all,” I said. “I mean, one or two, yes. But, for the most part, I don’t find men in general all that sexually attractive.

“I am, however, a sex addict. I love sex in just about any form or position or with either sex.”

“That’s funny,” she said. “You would never know. You work your audience so well. You just have this persona of the sexiest, most sex-hungry man I’ve ever seen. All while still being so masculine and butch. I guess, I just assumed you were gay because your audience is - and, of course, I know about you and Blaise - and Ezekiel - and the other men you do private shows for.

“You must be a hell of an actor to appear both perfectly gay and perfectly straight at the same time.”

“It’s a tough job,” I said. “But, I have to admit, you are the first woman I’ve been with in two years.”

“You’re kidding?!” Celia was up on an elbow staring at me. “It’s been two years and you’ve still got that kind of skill?”

“What I just did to you is my favorite thing,” I admitted. “I’d rather eat pussy than cum myself. But, even with men, I get more personal satisfaction out of seeing another man cum than cumming myself.”

“Your dedication shows,” she said, reaching one hand out to my oozing cock. “I guess that's why your shows are so good. You just give yourself away.”

She leaned down and licked my cum from my hip before sucking my limp back into her mouth.

When she was satisfied I was clean, Celia headed back to the bathroom. I straightened the living room and waited for her with a beer for us both. When she joined me she was wearing her own string bikini and shirt. I had only put my underwear and shirt on, as well.

“So, you do anal in some of your shows, don’t you?” she eventually asked. “Do you do it in real life? I mean, do you have sex with guys?”

“Yeah, sure,” I said. “I’ve only done it with two men. But, Blaise and I do it regularly. Why?”

“I like doing my girlfriend with a strap-on,” she said. “How would you feel about that?”

“You mean, you want to fuck a man in the ass? That’s a bit stereotypical for you,” I said. “I didn’t see you as being on the man-hating feminist end of the lesbian spectrum.”

“It isn’t that,” she replied. “Believe me, what you did for me tonight was amazing. I don’t hate men at all - especially you. You’re such a great guy.

“I just, - I don’t know. It’s a thing Michele and I do. I just want to -.”

“You want to share it with me,” I said. “It would be like initiating me. Somehow, the act of pegging me would make me part of your clan.

“Now I’m flattered. We’ve just barely started getting to know each other.”

“Is that what I said?” Celia was confused. “I guess, you’re right.”

“It’s kind of a tribal or primordial thing,” I said. “Sharing this intimate act with a new person is a way of showing them you accept them, that you’re comfortable with them.

“But, sure. I’d be happy to let you fuck me in the ass. If, that is, you’ll agree to pose for me - at least for a few shots.”

It sounded crazy. But, the sentiment behind it was sound.

“I’ve had a couple dicks and plenty of dildos in my ass, even some produce,” I said. “One more shouldn’t hurt.

“But, I’ll have to get one. Strap-ons haven’t actually come up among my usual clientele that all have their own dicks.”

She laughed unexpectedly.

“Don’t worry,” she said. “I’ll bring something. I have the perfect thing in mind. It’s something that just came out. It’s really cool. Maybe average size or less. It shouldn’t be too much for you.”

“You haven’t seen my anal show,” I said. “I can handle quite a bit.”

“I’m sharing, remember?” she said. “It’s not a mean feminist thing. If I was, yeah, I’ve got some monsters that would shift your internal organs around.”

“So, that means you’ll pose for me? And, that you’re coming back?”I asked. Apparently, I had a new regular.

“Yeah. This was a lot of fun,” Celia said. “And, I’m curious. I’d like to see what you can do shooting a woman.

“Who knows? I might even bring Michele and we can both explore you and modeling.”

“You should definitely bring her to a show,” I said. “You might find my deep-throat show interesting. Or, my self-suck show. There’s something I better you’ve seen.

“But, show or not, you’re always welcome and always free. Here’s a card with my numbers. The number you have is for Blaise at work. He sets up my private appointments. These are for here at home and at work when I’m in the office.”

She yawned as she slid the card into her small pocketbook.

“Oh, God! I didn’t realize it was so late.”

It was somehow already after midnight.

“I don’t know if I’ll make home without falling asleep,” she said.

“How far is it?”

“It’s almost an hour to my apartment.”

“Stay here,” I offered. “You can have the bed. The couch in my studio pulls out.”

“No. I wouldn’t dream of kicking you out of your own bed.”

“They’re both mine. I won’t take ‘no’ for an answer,” I said. “I won’t have something happen to a client right after they leave the Lodge.

“You can use the master bathroom and I’ll get you a t-shirt or anything else you need.”

“How could any woman hate you? You’re too nice.”

I awoke at my normal 6 a.m. and took a quick shower while Celia slept. I looked outside and saw that a light fog was covering the back yard. That meant the pond would be foggy, as well. I had an idea.

I called Blaise, explained the situation,  and told him I’d be an hour or so late and to let the appropriate people know. I didn’t have darkroom duty that morning or an assignment until lunch, anyway. I wouldn’t be missed.

I made coffee and grabbed my medium format cameras, mounted a tele on one and a wider lens on the other, and loaded a half-dozen backs with film. Then I waited for my guest to rise.

“Do I smell coffee?” she asked, walking into the kitchen in one of my college t-shirts. It had been only a few minutes.

“How would you like to start your modeling career today?” I asked as I filled a large mug for her.

She grunted her confusion as she gave me a look over the rim of the mug.

“There’s a nice fog this morning,” I explained. “I have a great idea for some shots of you out at the pond. It should be warm enough.”

“Pond? You never said anything about a pond,” she said.

“Yeah. I’ve got a pond behind the house. It’s private. It’s part of the property.

“I’m ready as soon as you feel awake enough.”

“What? Like this?”

“Actually, you won’t need the t-shirt,” I said.

“I haven’t had a shower or washed my hair,” she protested.

“The camera doesn’t care that you haven’t had a shower since last night. And, I kind of like your hair just like that.”

Fifteen minutes later, I was leading Celia through the trees behind the Lodge. She was wrapped in a blanket with her tennis shoes on.

She expressed her genuine appreciation for the pond and deck.

“This must be fun in the summer,” she said.

While she remained wrapped in the blanket, I demonstrated the pose I had in mind. I wanted her leaning against the rail of the deck on her hands looking out at the pond lifting herself up slightly on her toes. With her well-toned body in that pose, every muscle group would be extended and elongated.

She dropped the blanket, kicked off her shoes and assumed the pose perfectly.

Her calves and thighs were tight. Her back was stretched. Since she was on her toes, her butt was tight and round. The temperature already was just under 70. So, she said she wasn’t cold. But her pronounced nipples were beautifully erect on the tips of her small pert breasts.

I got to work quickly shooting her from all four sides. I shot each side in a multi-shot panorama, breaking the view of her body into four separate frames.

I shot furiously, switching film backs as quickly as possible. I didn’t want to lose the fog. I also didn’t want the sun to rise too quickly and change the nature of the light. That would make the photos from the beginning of the shoot look different from the photos shot at the end.

I kept shooting, grabbing close-ups of various body parts and portraits. I had her hold the mug she’d taken with her for some beautiful portraits. I didn’t notice until I looked through the viewfinder that the mug actually was almost the same blue as her hair.

I was ready to let her head back to the Lodge for a shower when I finished all the film I had loaded. But, Celia had several suggestions of her own once she was fully awake and had a feel for what I was after.

As soon as I had fresh film loaded she began showing off the flexibility and strength she’d developed over years of dance and gymnastics. That answered the question of where that body came from.

“You have to let me do a book on you,” I said as I shot her doing a split between the rail break where the steps led down to the shore.

She was suspended with one leg on each side of the steps. I shot her from the front, back, and side before squatting down underneath to get a close-up of her shaved pussy.

“Let’s see how these turn out,” she said. “This was kind of fun.”

“What about shooting you and Michele together?” I asked. “Or, Michele separately? It could be a trilogy, a book on you, a book on Michele, and a book on the two of you together.”

“I don’t know how she would feel about that. But, it’s worth asking after she sees these.”

After that we headed back to the Lodge. Celia had to be at the store by 10 and I already was an hour late.

I waited for her to shower and let her wear one of my blue costume t-shirts. She didn’t have time to go home for a change of clothes. The jeans she’d worn the day before would be OK, she said. But, she didn’t want to wear the same shirt twice.

Tied off on one side, my shirt actually looked pretty sexy on her. She agreed and suggested I buy another blue shirt; I might not be getting that one back. And, gain, the color nearly matched her hair.

By 9 she was gone and I headed to the office trying to figure out when I would have time to develop and print 18 rolls of film.