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Not Crossing The Line

Date: 8/6/2015, Categories: Crossdressing, Author: Spooge, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

camera and I still had one hand slyly rubbing my cock. “Mind if I hold your hips?” “No,” it was as easy as any answer had been. The camera flashes a red light as the timer counts down and the speed doubles for the last three seconds so you can tell when it will go. Just as it took the photo I leaned against her and pulled back on her hips. It wedged my mostly hard dick into the crack of her ass for the shot. If only we were naked. To my surprise, Jennie did not react. I anticipated being told it was inappropriate. Nothing. It gave me the courage to try something else. “What about a James Bond style photo. Sometimes the girl is below him, with her arm around his leg or waist.” Jennie was not quite sure how it would work, so I told her to be like Bond first. Although I could not recall a Bond pose where he had his legs apart, I asked Jennie to do that. I knelt behind her right leg and put my face against her hip. I put my left hand on the inside of her thigh and my right down on her calf. Her skin felt great. For the first time, the ten second timer was much too fast for my liking. Ten minutes would have been fine with me. I got Jennie to do a similar pose with our positions reversed. She did another sat in front of me with her knees up to her chest. I got a glimpse of her black underwear in the process as well. I tried to get her to pose with me behind her holding her tits, but she did not go for that. What she did offer was to swap it around. She reached around me and held my ... stuffed bra. I claimed I had blinked, a lie, and asked to take it again. This time, with her completely behind me, I lifted my dress and got the shot with my erection on display. “Thanks, Jen,” I said, safe that she would not understand the true reason for my thanks. One of my long standing desires was nagging at me. “Would you mind something that is a little bit,” I hesitated, unsure what to say, “different?” “That depends what it is.” It was a fair answer. “Would you let me take one of me kneeling behind you and kissing your butt?” Jennie laughed, which suited me. There have been so many times I wished I could touch her butt and kissing it was just as good, if not better, than using my hands. It was a delight to hear her accept. My cock was already twitching with excitement as I stepped toward the camera. I was even more thrilled when I turned back and saw that she was leaning forward with her elbows on the kitchen table and one leg forward. The curve of her butt was a spectacular sight. I knelt and put my lips against one butt cheek and waited, listening for the timer. No point waiting until the last second this time. The shot was done. I backed away slowly, admiring her butt and her bare legs. My face was so close to her thighs and her pussy, mere inches out of view, that it had my dick throbbing. “Can I get one more?” I returned to the camera. My heart was pumping like mad and I was becoming a little unstable in my heels, even though I normally had no trouble in them. I ...