(Please note: This was a while ago so I cannot remember the exact conversations so I have 'paraphrased'.

Watching camera club members at a 'portrait evening' in early January back in the 1990's is where it all began for me and Jess.
As her boyfriend and chaperone, i looked on as eight or nine amateur photographers awkwardly took turns in directing her and Sara (a member's wife) and the other 'model' in various poses.
Jess was quietly happy she had been asked to pose as she enjoyed having her picture taken and received a few pounds in expenses which was useful for a 21 year old student.
I felt proud of her, partly from overhearing complimentary comments about her, but also for finding the courage to do it.
A few days later an envelope arrived via Joe a friend, and camera club member.
Inside were free photographs and a note saying 'sorry the pics aren't great, they don't do you justice.'
'Ring me and i will shoot better ones as a thank you' signed Patrick, the photographer that arranged the evening.

Joe was also a friend of Patrick's he had suggested Jess for the portrait evening.
Jess only posed for fun and was very much the 'woman next door type' but she was flattered to have been asked.
Jess and I had been dating for 3 years, Jess is 5 foot 7 tall, size 12 but sometimes 14, 36c boobs, nice firm figure, dark brown hair and brown eyes.
We summoned the courage and took the bus to Patrick's, a terraced house on the outskirts of town.
Patrick was tall, a tad overweight, at a guess he was mid forties, dark but greying hair, a confident but pleasant man standing over six feet tall.
He was much taller than Jess, but he quickly put her at ease.
He took up photography again during his divorce to earn some extra cash.
His studio it looked amateurish, it was temporary in his living room.
He told us all about his divorce while taking her pictures, how he had lost confidence and how photography was helping him.
 'Well if it helps and you need somebody to photo i can pop over with a bit of notice' offered Jess as we were leaving.
Over the coming months He took her up on the offer, we couldn't always come over but we did our best.

He had a great sense of humour and despite the age difference we became good friends.

Bored of his studio, we also met him 'on location' and he shot various pictures of Jess in different settings.
I also enjoyed hearing him praise her.
He was happy and so were we. He paid our bus fair and we got the occasional free picture.
He also gained friends and a subject to photograph.
After too many drinks one night I summoned up some courage.
I confessed to Jess that watching Patrick take pictures of her turned me on.
'Pervert, he is quite a bit older than me to' she said adding 'double pervert'. She was shocked.
She then interrogated me as to why ?
Which to be honest i couldn't give an answer.
But i did drunkenly admit that i'd love to see her have sex with him.
 'A real life sex scene, you really are a pervert' she said this time with a little smile.
But she was intrigued to why.
'Probably a self esteem thing' she explained 'He makes me feel good to'.
We both talked about it, decided i was a pervert and dropped off to sleep.
The subject popped up again a number of times over the next few weeks.
As the shock subsided, Jess started to tease me during sex 'imagine him fucking me' she'd say and then laugh when i got too turned on and it was over quickly.
A few weeks later we were at Joe's 50th birthday party.
We had all been drinking, especially Patrick, but it was good to see him out and starting to move on with his life.

Patrick spent most of the night with us.

'I enjoy watching you take photos, have you ever taken more revealing pictures of other women?' I asked.
'In the past' he admitted 'Have you considered doing something more risque?' Patrick asked looking at Jess
Jess blushed, the question caught her out, she said she'd think about it.
A few drinks later Jess bought the subject up.
'What do you mean ?' she asked.
'I enjoy taking pictures of you, it is a bit of fun and we are not hurting anybody. You are in control, you always will be. If you are happy showing more i would be delighted to capture it' he explained.
'Can you use a camera with no film in it ?' joked Jess
'If it helps you relax then yes' he replied.
I felt my heart skip a beat as Jess giggled and looked at me.
'Okay shall we do it?, lets push a boundary, it could be fun'
Patrick looked at me.
We weren't sure if she was joking or serious.

'I will bring something special next time then, something extra to wear' said Jess.
'How about next time being this Tuesday in the studio at 7pm ?' smiled Patrick
'Wow you are in a hurry, yes Tuesday will be fine with us' she replied.
To say i was excited was an understatement.
I just couldn't wait, my mind was working overtime.
Tuesday couldn't come fast enough!
Jess wouldn't tell me what she was going to wear, it was my surprise.
We needed a bit if courage so we smuggled some vodka and orange on the bus and drank it during the journey.
Patrick greated us 'Fancy a drink, tea coffee, something stronger?' He asked
We both asked for stronger, more vodka and orange followed.
Then oddly, for the next 15 minutes we spoke about the weather, a photo on Patrick's wall and a cat in the garden.
'Do you want to do these photos then Jess' he asked clasping his hands together.
'Yes, where can i change?'
'Pop into the studio, we will wait' he suggested.
Off she went with her holdall.
'I wonder what it is?' I joked
'You don't know either ? ' replied Patrick.
'No my surprise as well'
'Ready' she shouted.
'Despite the alcholol my mouth felt dry, i was excited, my heart was pounding.

Looking rather nervous in front of Patrick's make shift white background, stood Jess, wearing red stockings, a short black skirt and red blouse.
'Risque enough ?' she asked
'Stunning' replied Patrick.
I was so excited i couldn't speak i just nodded in approval.
She was trying but failing to be confident.
'I've even got suspenders on' she replied lifting her skirt a little to reveal the clasps next to her white athletic legs'
'Put your hands on your hips and move a step back closer to the background' said Patrick taking control.
We both agreed she looked stunning as she posed for a few photos. I couldn't help but notice that she was bra-less under the blouse.
Our praise seamed to lift her confidence. Taking a break we caught a lovely glimpse of her stocking tops as she bent over to get something from her holdhall.
'Here' she Patrick an old camera.
'Use this camera from now on'
He looked confused as she walked out of the studio.
We followed her into the living room.
'Is the light okay here?' She asked looking at Patrick.
'Yes fine'
Undoing two or three top buttons on her blouse, she hitched her skirt up a little and lay back on the couch.
We both got a glimpse of beautifully formed and firm breasts, her hardened nipples peaking beneath her blouse.
'Any good ?' She asked.
Jess was blushing as she looked at us.
'There is no film in the camera so take as many as you like' she said composing herself..
Patrick humoured her by clicking the camera a few times.
She pulled her blouse back a tad more, exposing more breast.
'Are you two happy or do you want more?'
'More' i said, trembling with excitement.
I could feel a mixture of excitement and nervous anticipation building, we watched her unclip her skirt, lift her backside, neatly fold it and drop the skirt to the floor.
Nothing was said. All i could feel was a mixture of nerves and a surge of energy in my groin.
My eyes shot to her skimpy black knickers, suspenders and stocking tops contrasted against her white thighs.
'Keep taking the pics' she said nervously lying on the couch.
Looking directly at Patrick 'Using your age an experience, can you undo a few more buttons?'
He didn't need asking twice, the job was done in seconds.
She reached out and pulled his hand under her blouse onto one of her tits'
"Can you feel my heart beating?'
He leant forward to kiss her, gently at first then more passionately.
His head quickly dropped to her neck, he pushed her blouse open exposing her breasts, her nipples were hard and erect'
I moved closer to see better.
'Wow fucking wow' he muttered taking a brief look at them.
He couldn't resist any longer, I heard her gasp as he started kissing and nibbling her nipples.
She gasped again, pulling his head closer to her as his tongue worked away.
Patrick's tongue gave a lot of attention to her tits. Jess loved every minute of it.
During the moans and groan of pleasure she briefly looked at me, winked and smiled.
I smiled back.
She groaned again.
Her hips were moving a little, I hadn't noticed in all the excitement but his right hand was now rubbing her through her knickers.
He sat up a little and pulling at the edges of her knickers, admired the sight in front of him.
She lifted her backside up as he eased them off exposing her neatly trimmed bush.



He pulled her round to face him and knelt on the floor.
Jess was keen, in an instance she lifted and parted her legs, he went straight in with his tongue.
Her body jolted and she cried out as he buried his head between her thighs.
He wasn't hanging around, i watched as her body struggled to twist and turn on the couch while he worked away on her.
Eyes opening and shutting her face was now bright red. She was moaning and twisting more, and she was getting louder.
I watched as Patrick's head followed his tongue as it worked away between her legs.
She twisted and groaned loudly, pulling the throw off the back of the couch.
'Don't stop, don't stop' she moaned as she lifted her hips.
His hands moved from holding her ass as he started to undo his belt.

The excitement was too much for Jess.
'Im coming' she shouted as her body jolted up throwing him off his stroke for a second.
Not missing out, he pushed her thighs down and drove his tongue back between her legs lapping her up as she screamed out with pleasure.
His hands again dropped from the couch as he pulled his trousers and pants down to his knees.
Jess tucked the throw out if the way under her backside.
I moved to the edge of the sofa as he stood up, I had to see this.
His cock matched his six foot frame, it was big, alot thicker than mine and longer.
For a split second Jess leaned toward him to give him a blow job.
He gently pushed her back turning her longways along the couch.
Her hand reached out and grabbed mine.
'Are you okay with this ?' He asked as he knelt above her.
'Yes' she nodded looking at his thick cock.
She lifted and parted her legs in anticipation.
I tried to kiss her tits but was moved as he lay on her.
She was buried under him, they kissed for a few seconds, then she let out a long lingering groan as he entered her.
Patrick's breathing got louder as he gently started pumping.
'Gentle gentle' she whispered.

He slowed up only to quicken a little, then slow again.
He started picking up pace, fucking her harder, the couch shook and she cried out each time he hit home.
He slowed down, only to pick up pace again.
My cock was like a rock in my trousers.

I undid my belt and slipped them down not sure where i was going to end up.
I noticed one of her suspender belts hanging loose, having come detached from the relentless fucking.
I've never seen Jess like this, she seamed possessed, so noisey and well, out of control.
Gasping and groaning she pushed back the remaining part of the throw which kept falling off the back of the couch onto her.
I moved it away, oblivious they carried on fucking.
It was too much for me, i groaned as I cum into my T shirt.

They never even looked at me.

, he just carried on pumping her.
They seamed to slow up almost to a stop.
Patrick lifted up from her for a second, both looked very red and exhausted.
Leaning towards her he jolted hard into her.
She cried out arching her back.
He did it again.
She cried out more.
I wondered if the couch would hold out.
Two more times he drove into her hard before gasping.
'I'm coming' she hooked her legs around him pulling him tight.
'Oh fuck' he yelled, his body shook and with a long deep groan he shuddered.
They both lay there motionless for a while, skin glowing.
Patrick stood up, his cock hanging there victorious. He pulled Jess up off the couch, her breasts shaking a little, her blouse now dishevelled and fully undone.
'What a start, lets go to bed' he said pulling her by the hand.
She looked exhausted but duly followed grabbing my hand to join them.
To be continued: