It was another one of those hot, humid, summer days. I had been out all day running from one place to the next, getting all of my errands out of the way. I loved the feeling of the sun hitting my skin when I was outside and the faint scent of sunscreen leftover from when I had rubbed it all over my body before heading out. But now, well into the evening, I was exhausted and I couldn't wait to get home to take a cold shower. Even though I was dressed appropriately for the weather- sandals, a loose fitting skirt, a tank top, and thin t-shirt- I felt like I was wearing a heavy winter coat.
I had been hired by a few local publishers to do some photography work for a couple of upcoming promotions. I had finished shooting a few days ago, but hadn't had the chance to develop them until now. I had access to a darkroom owned by one of the studios I frequently do work for. Unfortunately the ventilation in their building is awful- freezing in the winter, and sweltering in the summer. The darkroom was the worst for this: and today, with me already overheated from running around all day in a heat wave, it was like a sauna in there.
Luckily, being that it was after hours, I expected to be alone so at least no one would see me in my frazzled state. And of course, there's that one feature of darkrooms that makes everyone a little more attractive when they're feeling rough: the dark.
Because I had planned to be alone (the last of their employees usually leaves around 6pm, it was now 8) I had brought along my portable stereo, and I cranked up the music while I set up to develop my photos. I was laying out my first few pictures of the night to dry when I decided I couldn't take the heat anymore. Even though I had two fans running, the dark room was still unbearably hot. I didn't expect any interruptions so I took off both of my shirts, leaving me only in my skirt, bra, and underwear. It was still, of course, boiling in the room but at least I felt less constricted.
An hour or so into my session and I was finally adjusting to the heat. Maybe it was because I was so occupied with the task at hand. Maybe it was because I was enjoying myself and had been singing along to the music (I had it loud enough that I couldn't tell whether or not I missed a note), but I was positive I was alone. You can imagine my shock when I felt someone tap me on my (bare) shoulder....
I screamed and turned around to see Braeden. Braeden was one of the resident photographers at the studio (while I was only an associated freelancer). In fact, I learned much of what I know about photography from him. That said, he was only a couple of years older than me and had a boy-next-store quality that I could never tell if I was attracted to or boredened by.
Braeden raised his eyebrows at me as I rushed to turn down my music.
"Sorry," he says, "I didn't mean to sneak up on you, but I didn't want to turn on the lights and ruin your work".
"Thanks... What brings you here so late?" I ask.
"Have a few shots I took today that I wanted to have ready for tomorrow. It's so hot out that I expected to have the place to myself".
"You and I both".
I began to clear up some of the space I had taken. The dark room was quite small at the studio- they sent a lot of their bigger jobs to third party printers, so if someone else was working with you, space was a rare commodity. It was as I was making space that I realized my shirts were still sitting on the counter. Even in the faint amber light of the darkroom, I'm sure Braeden could see my face turn red. I quickly reached to put my top back on when he stopped me.
"Don't worry about it. I do portraiture for a living, nothing I haven't seen before- it’s a sad condition of our society that women are ashamed of their bodies. Besides, it's like the inner ring of hell in here. In fact, if you don't mind, I will follow suit".
And with that, Braeden took off his shirt leaving him in only a pair of cargo shorts, what I imagined were boxers underneath, and a pair of sandals. I was a little surprised- it seemed a little bold for him, but who was I to judge? And I couldn't help but notice that Braeden was actually much more built then I had ever realized. I only let myself stare for a second though, when I didn't think he was looking, and immediately went back to work and turned the music back up (just not quite as loud as before).
We both worked in silence for a while, but it was awkward. Because of the small space we kept having to squeeze past each other. And it was so hot in the room. And my breasts, being a busty girl, were always in the way. And it was dark. And we were both without our shirts.... it was much too much, I couldn't help but get a little turned on.
He left the room at one point but I hardly took notice- I had stepped out once or twice myself. Not that the rest of the studio was cool by any means, but it wasn't quite the furnace that the darkroom was- plus it was good to catch the odd break from the chemical fumes. I didn't hear him reenter the room but suddenly I felt something ice cold against my back- I let out a moan of relief.
"I got each of us a bottle of water from the vending machine in the back room," he whispers as he moves the bottle across my back.
"Oh god.... thank you.... ah... don't move, that feels sooooo good!" It was out of my mouth before I realized what I was saying. He didn't move, but I couldn't tell if that was because I said not to, or out of shock. He continued after a second though, moving the bottle all over my back before pulling it away. At that, I turned around to face him.
He smiled at me with a mischievous grin that I didn't recognize in him. He unscrewed the cap of the bottle and took a sip and then handed it to me. I took a long sip- the cold water felt so good, I swear, I could feel it running down my throat, and down into my stomach- it was that hot in the room- and handed the bottle back to Braeden. He fumbled though, and spilled a little of the water onto his chest.
Maybe it was the heat, or maybe the mischievous look on Braeden’s face, but instinct took over at that point, and I leaned forward and lapped off the cold water off of his skin- the cold water mixing with the salt of his skin turned me on even further. After, I stepped back- we were still facing each other, very close, but I didn’t want to push it as Braeden and I had barely ever flirted with each other before this. I think he must have felt the same way, as he just stood there for a minute before saying, “You know, that felt really good, I think you should try it”.
With that, Braeden tipped the water bottle above my shoulder and let some water fall onto it, trailing down to my collarbone. Immediately he leaned down to lap up the water- he was right, it did feel very good. At that point, I think we both knew what the other wanted, so Braeden picked me up and sat me on the counter behind where I had been standing- making the height difference between us seem less drastic. He put his hand underneath my chin at that point, tilting it up, and put his lips on mine. He kissed me sweetly, but firmly- making his intentions with me very obvious. His tongue probed gently into my mouth and grazed the upper row of my teeth, and caressed my tongue.
He used the water from the bottle to carve a trail for his mouth- kissing and licking down my neck, along my collar bone, over my breasts, and finally, he ran his tongue along the inside edges of my bra. I leaned my head back as Braeden worked his tongue under the lace of my bra, squeezing my one breast with one hand, unclasping the hooks with the other. Finally he slid off my bra and dove for my nipples, pinching and twisting them, making them hard, circling around them with his tongue, and finally tugging on them gently with his teeth.
At that point I wanted to return the favor, I wanted to tease him and make him hard (because of the dark, I couldn’t tell if he was already or not) but when I leaned forward, he simply pushed me back. Braeden worked his way (and the water’s way) lower and lower- kissing down my abs, paying special attention to my naval. As he approached my skirt, he undid the button and the fly, but would only tug it down one inch at a time, kissing the newly exposed skin with every tug. After what seemed like a century, he finally reached my mound.
He looks up and grins at me, then says, “Oh no. Seems like we ran out of water, I guess I’ll have to stop here,” then stands up, smiling at me.
I stare at him for a second- I know he’s being a tease. And it’s cute, but the whole situation is so surreal that I’m at a loss for words. But then he adds, “Unless, of course, you’ve managed to created some moisture of your own.
It’s me with the enormous grin this time- with all the teasing, I was definitely wet enough for whatever Braeden had planned to do next. He leans forward, resting his forehead on mine, and says, “I guess I’ll have to check”. He reached down, and, without any teasing at all, pulls my panties to the side and pushes one finger into my pussy. He chuckles, and states that clearly we will be able to continue.
He works his finger in and out of my pussy for a bit before asking me if I’m ready for a second. I nod, agreeing. He moves down, now working two fingers in and out of my pussy, and begins to swirl his tongue around my clit. I normally take some time before I climax, but with all of the teasing, he had barely touched my clit before I tensed up, and cried out an amazing orgasm. My body felt like it was on fire- not only from the heat of the room, but also from my climax, but this time, I wasn’t complaining. Braeden kept he tongue and fingers on me until I calmed down, and stopped quivering. It was his next move, however, that astonished me, and set him apart from almost any other man I’ve been with.
Slowly, Braeden stood back up, put his hands on my waist, and kissed me deeply. Now, at this point, most men I know would be expecting, if not demanding, a blow job- after all, fair is fair- and I was definitely excited to return the pleasure he had given me. But it actually seemed like that wasn’t one Braeden’s mind at all. He whispered in my ear:
“Look, this was definitely more than either of us had bargained for tonight, and if you want to stop now, I’m absolutely okay with it. You can go on home, I can finish the rest of your film and you can pick it up in the morning”. It seemed he had difficulty forming the words for the rest, but eventually, after looking down at me and fumbling with the waistband of my panties (still on), he continued, “But if you’re… um… able to stick around… I’d love to take, er, I mean, have you”.
This time around the boy-next-store quality was definitely more of a turn-on than something that tired me. I glanced down, and even in the dim amber light of the darkroom, I could tell that Braeden was fully erect. I wasn’t sure exactly what to say, so I undid the button and fly of his shorts, and tugged them, along with his boxers, down, just below his ass. Then I slid of my panties, leaned back, and spread my legs just enough that there would be no question of what I wanted.
Braeden pushed off the remainder of his clothes, and, stepping out of the, stood between my legs, grabbing me, and kissing me, reaching down, and rubbing my pussy as he did.
“Mmmm, you’re definitely wet enough for me now”.
“Thanks to you”.
“Are you ready?”
“Absolutely”.
With that, Braeden grabbed his cock, and guided it into my wet and waiting cunt. Although I was thoroughly wet already, he still had to push quite hard of the first two strokes, my pussy stretching to accommodate him. After a few stokes, it became easier, and he started to build a rhythm. I wrapped my legs around his waist so he could fuck me deeper.
“Oh god, Braeden, that feels amazing, don’t stop.”
“Mmmm, god, you’re cunt is even tighter than I thought it would be. Fuck, you feel so good, baby. Ugh, fuck are you hot”.
“Mmmm, yes, right there. Ugngh. Yes! Mmm, tell me, have you ever thought about this before?”
“If you’re asking if I ever thought about fucking you before, of course I have. Never thought I’d get the chance though”.
Then he pushed me on my back, so I was lying on the counter, my ass on the edge, my legs still wrapped around Braeden’s waist, and my pussy still gripping onto his shaft. He started playing with my clit as he fucked me, which always drives me absolutely wild.
“Ohhh, you like that, do you? You like the way I play with your clit as I fuck your pussy?”
I only moan in reply.
“No. Tell me. Tell me how you like it”.
“Oh god, I love the way you’re fucking me, your cock feels so good inside of me. Ugh, don’t stop, it feels so good. Keep playing with my clit, baby. I love that so much. Mmmmmm, I think I’m going to cum again soon”.
“Ugh, yeah baby, me too”.
With that, Braeden grabbed the edge of the counter and used it as leverage to thrust his cock into me even deeper, taking long, hard strokes to do it. I could feel my muscles tightening, and my pussy gripping onto his cock. I was just on the verge of orgasm when I felt his cock twitch and he let out a long, powerful moan. Braeden thrust into me with one more hard stroke, before spilling his seed into my pussy. It was all that I could take, my cunt felt like it was on fire and I felt my juices spill and mix with Braeden’s cum.
“Ugh, yes, oh. I’m coming…. Oh!”
We moaned together as we road out our climaxes. Braden hopped onto the counter beside me when he caught his breath, holding onto me as I caught mine. We stayed there in that embrace for a few minutes, before cleaning up, grabbing some more water (this time for its intended purpose), finishing our films, and heading back to my place to take that shower I had been craving earlier together.
15 years ago
