It was fashion week in New York and its show time.
The first designer, Rolando Vonn, put the finishing touches on my first piece as I made my way to the stage. The lights were dim and I could hear Rihanna's song, Umbrella blaring through the speakers. I walked up the steps and made my way down the runway. When I’m on stage, I feel like the Queen of Egypt. Nothing can touch me. I make it to the end of the runway, do a slow, two-step pose, and then sashay my way back to exit stage right but not before my eye caught a certain photographer.
He was the VIP photographer shooting behind the scenes before the show started. Extremely handsome. Dark Complexion. Yes, he had this mysterious look about him that made him look so sexy and so intriguing. His lips looked as if he could suck the juices right out of my honey pot. Just the thought of that made my girl parts pulsate.
The next outfit I wore practically had me naked. An all sheer, nude colored dress showing my perky dark nipples. Before I hit the catwalk again, I peeked from behind the curtain and caught a glimpse of that photographer. I was determined to know who this man was because he truly had my undivided attention.
It was time for me to slay the runway. This time the music was slower. I took a confident stroll down the catwalk feeling the air brush against my exposed nipples. I saw Mr. Photographer at the end of the runway and I began to walk with more seduction in my stride. As I stopped to pose in front of him, I was hoping that he imagined me naked as the camera light flashed across my body. I winked at him, gave him a side smile, and then worked my way backstage.
After the show was over, I was having drinks with some friends, designers and other VIPs when I saw him. Mr. Photographer was working the crowd. He looked so professional and so serious which was a big turn on. He wore a perfectly tailored suit which accommodated his athletic physique. His broad shoulders had me imagining my legs resting on them as they were wrapped around his neck while he was feasting on my candy kiss.
Mr. Photographer approached and requested if he could shoot a couple of shots of me. I stepped away to follow him over to the New York Fashion Week backdrop and he began snapping away. Other photographers jumped on the bandwagon too but I could only see him. I blew a kiss to the cameras which secretly, was meant just for him. If it was up to those photographers, they’d have me standing there all night taking shots so I politely thanked everyone and drifted back into the crowd.
It was getting late and I was exhausted. So I said good-bye to my friends, retrieved my things from backstage and headed back to my hotel. As I walked towards the exit, I passed the media room. It was full of equipment. I heard a noise as if someone was rummaging through stuff so I peeked inside. It was Mr. Photographer, himself. Our eyes met each other. He smiled and I smiled back. He invited me to come in.
“Why are you leaving so soon Ms. Sinclair? The after party is at the hottest nightclub in New York and you’re going to miss it,” he said. “I haven’t been feeling very well lately, so I’m going back to my hotel room to get some much need rest,” I replied. “By the way, what is your name Mr. Photographer?”
He laughed and said, “My name is Nikko.”
“Ok, nice to meet you Nikko. You can call me Ariel.”
He extended his hand to mine and we greeted each other with a shake. He was also on his way out and he wanted to walk me to my limo. Once outside, my limo was nowhere to be found. He offered to give me a ride to my hotel so I accepted. He pulled his car around to the front to pick me up. Nikko informed me he needed to drop off his equipment. I was completely fine with that. We arrived at his studio and he invited me inside. Like a gentleman, he opened my door and I followed him inside.
His studio was incredibly amazing. It looked like a giant warehouse inside. It had white walls, all white furniture, tons of props for photo shoots and those big fancy lights strategically placed throughout the room. I could tell he was serious about his craft and it showed in the pictures hanging on the walls.
Nikko walked back into the studio area to check on me, I didn’t even notice he was gone. He changed his clothes. This time he had on some dark blue jeans with a crisp white button up shirt fully opened exposing his nicely chiseled abs. He had his camera in hand. I could tell he wanted to play. He circled the room taking photos of me standing in the center. I wanted this man from the first time I saw him. It seemed like both of us had an agenda. So I gave him a devious smile while walking over to the stereo to turn on some music.
I danced provocatively for him. I fondled my breast as I removed my dress from my shoulders letting it drop to the floor. He continued snapping photos of my topless body as I slid my fingers inside my nude color thong massaging myself while still posing for him. I walked towards him. I put my face directly up to his camera kissing the lens. He moved the camera from his eyes and looked at me with a sexy stare. His eyes were hypnotizing.
I put my finger in my mouth playfully sucking on it. I couldn’t help but notice the big bulge in his pants. Nikko retrieved a tripod, placed the camera on top, and then set it on auto shoot. He took off his shirt, laid it on the chair next to the door, and then walked over to me. He turned me around to face the camera. My back was to his chest. His skin was soft and warm. As the camera flashed, he ran his fingers slowly up the side of my neck, then down the middle of my breast. I closed my eyes, swaying my hips to the rhythm of the music. I reached back, sliding my hand between us, grabbing him through his pants. He was erect and I could feel myself getting moist. I threw my head back onto his shoulder and he started kissing my neck. The camera was still flashing. He stuck his tongue in and out of my ear blowing softly in between licks. It was driving me crazy. My body cringed at his touch.
His fingers made their way into my panties. He massaged me, flicking his fingers around and clamping me. I let out a soft moan as he slipped them slowly in and out of me. He put his fingers to my mouth letting me taste my own sweetness. He walked me over to the desk. I ran my hand quickly across the desk knocking everything to the floor. He slammed me down on the edge and told me not to move. He repositioned the tripod to face us and then he walked behind me. He popped the snaps on the sides of my thong and it fell to the floor. He kneeled down, spread me opened and stuck his warm tongue inside. With his wet tongue flickering up and down, I couldn’t contain my moans as they got louder.
My legs trembled with every stroke of his tongue. I reached back grabbing his head to ensure he didn’t pull away as I erupted. My body weakened and I clasped the desk. I wanted him in me. He stood up, removed his pants and with both hands, he gripped my waist. I arched my back to give him easy access. I reached back, grabbing all of him and shoved him inside of me. As I felt him, I dug my nails into the desk. I grinded into his stroke causing him to go deeper. He grabbed my hair and pulled me toward him. The slow music playing caused us to grind in unison.
I turned around to face him. I stuck my tongue in his mouth and pushed him into the chair next to the desk. I told him not to move. I made my way over to the tripod to retrieve the camera. Now the roles were reversed.
I walked over to him snapping away as I lowered down to my knees. The look on his face was of pure enjoyment and his smile was priceless. I slid my hand up his chest and to his neck choking him gently. I shoved his head back into the chair letting him know that I was in charge. I aggressively wrapped my hand around him. I twirled my tongue around slowly deep-throating him until he touched the back of my throat. I clamped my lips around him tightly. Flicking my tongue around in circles, I raised the camera into the air. Turning it around so the lens faced me, I took a selfie. I was having so much fun with this camera. Nikko took the camera and began to snapping more shots. I gripped him with both hands and sucked him until he exploded. What an amazing night.
He looked down at me, shook his head and said, “You are such a bad girl.”
I winked at him and said, “I know.”
He helped me up from the floor and we got dressed. He drove me back to my hotel and walked me to my room. We exchanged cards and kissed each other good night
The next morning I woke up to my alarm ringing loudly in my ear. For a moment, I thought last night was just a dream.
One week later…
An extremely large package was delivered to me. I carefully opened the package. Inside was a beautiful diamond encrusted, picture frame. I slid the frame carefully from the box and instantly my face lit up with surprise. It was a poster size picture of Nikko and I. He captured the most sensual moment between the two of us. My back was to his chest with my head tilted over his shoulder. He was kissing my neck as his fingers were inside the softest place on earth. The bottom of the picture was signed, Nikko, AKA Mr. Photographer.
That same day, I had my interior designer come over and hang it on the wall in my bedroom. Needless to say, my new house is fully decorated thanks to Mr. Photographer.
This story is the abbreviated version. The full version can be found in Kinky Tales Volume 2 coming soon from Author T. L. Hayes and Erotica City Publishing. Visit www.EroticaCityPublishing.com