1. In The House of Forgotten Cameras


    Date: 9/16/2015, Categories: MILF, Author: Jason_NYC, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    buttons that ran down the rear of her overskirt. "How could you possibly do this on your own?" I asked, fumbling with the buttons as best I could. "There is a secret technique," she said in mock seriousness. "But nothing beats a handsome helper." After the overskirt tumbled to the floor, I unhooked layers of crinoline petticoats. Finally, she stood before me in white lace panties and a camisole. "Your turn," she said with a very naughty smile. "Me?" This was something I hadn't anticipated. "I've never posed for a clothed photographer before and I'm not about to start now. Fair is fair." I could name half a dozen girls who’d already seen me naked. But not one possessed a tiny fraction of Jillian's undiluted sexuality. "This is going to be embarrassing," I told her, pulling my shirt over my head and releasing my belt buckle. Had I been inclined to seek medical attention for an erection lasting more than four hours, I would have been in the emergency room long ago. I'd been sporting hard wood since the moment I first fantasized about Jillian. "Davey," she smiled, and once again, the room seemed four-thousand watts brighter. "You think I haven't noticed?" "My Boner?" "As you so elegantly put it. Yes!" She said with a teasing laugh. "I'm not made of stone you know. Don't you think watching the outline of your hard cock hasn't piqued my curiosity?" "Seriously," I said, lowering my zipper. "I had no idea." "It's an acquired skill, Davey," she said, her eyes following my fingers. ...
    "Women are much better at concealing sexual interest. I've been a good girl all morning. The least you can do now is show it to me now." With that, my jeans slid down my legs to the floor. I was wearing white cotton briefs that left little to the imagination. "Your turn," I managed to say in a confident tone that was complete fakery. She gave me a shy smile and lifted the camisole over her head. You might think that having just examined the goods, so to speak, in some very good photographs, that the real thing would be an anticlimax. Bullshit! The photo's of Jillian's naked breasts did not begin to do justice to the real things, and my heart, already throbbing in my chest, began pounding with the emphatic beat of a marching band. "Ready?" she teased, nodding to my briefs. Together, we hooked our thumbs in our waist bands and on the count of three lowered them. Although clearly no stranger to the male physique, Jillian's reaction, a sudden widening of the eyes accompanied by a little low-pitched whistle, did wonders for my self-confidence. My hands were trembling, and once it popped over the waistband, my cock was bobbing up and down like Big Bird dunking for apples. Jillian had a smile in her eyes, but she never took her eyes off me and had even begun to unconsciously bite down on her lower lip in what even a dense 17-year-old could recognize as a sign of sexual arousal. "What now?" she asked, tossing her panties onto a chair with a flick or her ankle. I think I genuinely ...
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