The photographer invited me to her villa and I lost control

I reached the far south end of the beach when the sky had already swallowed the last traces of light. I was supposed to meet Amara by the tree where we had met two nights earlier, but the place was empty. I felt a freezing void in my chest, the certainty that it had all been a mirage.

I looked in every direction. The seafront promenade had emptied out. I cursed myself for having wasted time with Aurelia; seeing Amara was worth more than the three hundred euros they had paid me. I ran toward the shore, remembering that she usually went down there each night to wash. Then I spotted her, seated in the sand with her white dress shining in the dark.

—Amara! —I shouted as I ran.

—Sergio! —She stood up and came toward me. She hugged me tightly—. I thought you weren’t coming.

—And I thought I wasn’t going to see you again. —I pulled her against my chest—. You have no idea how happy I am to find you here.

I told her about the client and took out the bills from the day.

—Look. It’s been an incredible day.

—I’m glad. You deserve it. I only sold four bracelets.

—Hey. —I took her hands—. It’s not that I did well. We both did well. I sold a lot of your photos and this money belongs to both of us.

—But I didn’t do anything.

—You should have seen how they looked at your photos. They said you were beautiful, but what impacted them most was what your eyes conveyed.

She hugged me tightly to hide her tears. We stayed like that for a long while, sheltering in each other.

When we looked at one another, our lips trembled. We kissed desperately, searching in the other for the certainty of knowing we were together.

—Have you had your bath yet? I need to get this sweat off me.

—Not yet. I was waiting for you.

Despite her shyness, Amara felt that with me everything was different. She stepped back, untied her dress, and let the fabric slide down onto the sand. She smiled at me shyly.

—That way you don’t have to look at me through the camera.

As she walked toward the water, I stared at her ass without even trying to hide it. Her sensuality was innate, effortless. Watching her wash was a spectacle: she cleaned herself calmly under the moon, knowing I was there to take care of her. The shine of her skin looked otherworldly when she came walking back toward me.

I undressed in front of her. When I pulled down my boxer shorts, I smiled shyly at the sight of her eyes fixed on my erection.

—The cold water will take care of that —she teased.

I washed and went back to her side. My arousal was still intact.

Amara stepped forward until our bodies were just centimeters apart. She stroked my hair, my cheeks, then ran down my neck to my chest.

—Your body is beautiful. But what’s in here... —She rested her hand over my heart— ...is beautiful too.

She took my hands and guided them to her breasts. Feeling the softness of her tits, I couldn’t stop myself from sighing. Her nipples, harder than I had ever felt them, dug into my palms.

Under the moon, we traced each other’s bodies with our hands. We reached for each other’s sex at the same time. Holding each other, we masturbated slowly, to the rhythm of the waves. Looking into each other’s eyes.

—It’s beautiful to see your face while I’m giving you pleasure —she told me.

—I’m about to come.

—Me too.

We started trembling. The orgasm had been building little by little. We moaned together as my cum shot out and her body contracted in long spasms.

Held together in the water, we touched each other again. We were too aroused by each other, and it had been too long since we had felt hands other than our own.

***

The next morning, with my backpack loaded with portfolios, I went to the address Aurelia had given me. At the top of a hill stood a villa that looked as if it had come straight out of a magazine. I rang the bell.

—Hi, Sergio. Come in.

A huge garden surrounded the three-story house. Aurelia appeared with her hair tied back in a braid, wearing a sky-blue dress that showed off bronzed legs gleaming in the sun.

—You look so handsome. —She ran a hand over my chest—. That T-shirt color suits you.

We ate in the garden, next to the pool. I showed her the sunset photos and the portraits of Amara.

—She’s gorgeous. Her skin looks like a panther’s. Would you like to do a photo shoot for her here?

The idea excited me.

—Before you leave —she said, standing up—, I’d like you to take a few more photos of me.

Without waiting for an answer, she slid the dress straps off her shoulders and let it fall to her feet. She took off her bra and then the last garment. Her sex, shaved and bronzed, was exposed to me.

She walked toward the loungers. No one would guess that woman was forty-eight years old. I started shooting while she spread cream all over her body, lingering on her breasts, her thighs, her groin. Watching her with her legs open, rubbing cream over her cunt, was more than I could stand.

—Have you ever seen a naked woman my age before?

—No.

—And what do you think?

—Your body turns me on —I confessed.

—It turns me on too that you’re so young. No one your age had ever seen me like this.

She started trembling. I focused on her face as the orgasm swept across it, then on her sex pulsing.

—I came harder than I have in ages. Come here, closer.

She yanked open my pants.

—You’re really horny. —She sniffed me through the fabric—. Let me calm you down.

When I pulled down my boxers, she looked at me fascinated. She grabbed my cock with desire and started stroking me while with her other hand she caressed my balls.

—Will you let me know what it feels like to give a young guy a blowjob?

—Yes.

No woman had ever done that to me. She went from sucking the tip softly to taking all of it in her mouth. From moving her head slowly to moving it in desperation. She didn’t care about gagging or the saliva dripping between her breasts.

—Do you want to come in my mouth?

—Will you let me?

—I want you to come in my mouth.

The sensation was indescribable. She grabbed my ass as she took in every spurt. She didn’t let go until I was done.

—Did you like it? —she asked, stroking my hair.

—It’s the first time someone has let me come like that.

When I stroked her breasts, I got hard again. She looked at me hungrily.

—Come. Let’s go to my room.

On the bed, I licked her nipples while my hand worked her cunt.

—Do you want to taste the pussy of a woman much older than you?

—I want to lick it.

Lying between her legs, seeing it up close aroused me fiercely. Her smell was penetrating, sweet, addictive. I ran my tongue over the slit and closed my eyes.

—You’re going to kill me with pleasure.

I licked eagerly. She pulled at her hair every time my tongue passed over her clit.

—I’m coming. I’m coming.

She pressed my head against her. In shudders, the orgasm rocked her whole body.

Seeing her like that pushed me to the edge. I knelt and drove into her at once. Without restraint. I poured all my contained rage into her with every thrust. All my suppressed desire I was calming by fucking her hard. And she came again and again, crying out in total surrender.

Seeing that woman, always so self-assured, with her face undone made me fuck her harder. I was the one in control of someone used to having everything.

—I’m going to come.

—Come with me.

We came together, looking into each other’s eyes.

Exhausted, Aurelia rested her face on my chest.

—I always thought my husband was the best, but you’re not far behind. With both of you, I lost count of the orgasms.

—I was really turned on. I hadn’t been with anyone in months.

—If you need a woman to calm your urges, you know where I am.

I thought of Amara. With her, it hadn’t gotten that far, but it was different. It wasn’t just sex.

Aurelia handed me a wad of bills for the photos. Much more than they were worth.

—Think of it as a gift for everything you made me feel.

Before I left, we agreed that if I convinced Amara, we would come back the next day to do a photo shoot for her in the villa.

***

—I look weird. —Amara came out of the fitting room—. I’m not used to short dresses.

She was radiant.

—You’re beautiful.

I was happy going shopping with her. Amara looked like a child with a new toy. We bought three bikinis: two she chose, one green and one red, and one white I chose. When she tried on the white one, the feeling of nakedness was total. The top barely covered her nipples and the bottom left her groin and ass exposed.

—It’ll only be for the photos —I promised her.

Loaded down with bags, we took a taxi to the villa. Aurelia welcomed us, captivated by Amara’s beauty.

—You’re even prettier in person.

As I passed Aurelia’s room, I got nervous seeing the bed where we had been the day before. She gave me a knowing look.

When Amara changed and came out in the green bikini, I was speechless. Her ass stuck out proudly, drawing a delirious curve.

—Impossible to improve on that —Aurelia declared.

On the lounger, on the grass, at the edge of the pool. I shot nonstop. In the red one she dared to strike bolder poses. Her gaze into the camera conveyed wild passion.

When she put on the white one, Aurelia and I looked at each other. The contrast of her skin barely covered by the white fabric was hypnotic. Aurelia pulled out a bottle of sun oil.

—With the body oiled, it’ll look even better.

Amara froze when she felt Aurelia kneel down and start spreading the oil over her shoulders. I never stopped shooting. I was turned on watching Aurelia’s hands slide over Amara’s skin, and Amara close her eyes and squirm restlessly when the hands moved down her legs, up to her groin, and reached the edge of her breasts.

—Would you like me to put oil all over your chest? —Aurelia whispered to her—. Under the bra.

—No. I’d be terribly embarrassed.

—Stay with me when Sergio leaves. I’ll put oil on you again. Just the two of us.

When Aurelia pulled away, Amara couldn’t get what she had asked for out of her head.

This woman has managed the unthinkable, she thought, wondering what it would have felt like if those hands had gone beneath the fabric.

I felt happy when the shoot ended. I knew those photos would be a turning point.

—Are you staying for tea? —I asked Amara.

—Yes. Aurelia said she’d buy all my bracelets.

—See you later at the beach. —I kissed her—. I was thinking we could rent a room tonight. Do you want to?

—I’d really like that.

Amara waited until I left to put the white bikini back on. At the villa door, Aurelia said goodbye to me with a kiss on the lips.

—I want the oil photos. She’s so sweet and beautiful.

—Watching you two turned me on a lot.

—Come tomorrow morning. —She stroked me over my pants—. I think you need me to calm you down.

—If she finds out, I’ll die.

—Relax. She doesn’t have to find out.