Blogged-In

So following a lot of e-mails and texts and later that same month, I arrived at a hotel clutching my camera equipment, an overnight bag and bottle of champagne.

I had been very worried indeed about what lay ahead: plans had been made for us to have another photoshoot and then for us to stay overnight, taking our relationship that much further.

Worried? Well I know I could snore for my country in the Olympics plus Angela had not seen me undressed and might not like me – I’m six feet tall and weigh around 200lbs and although a lot of it is muscle there’s around 10lbs at least of fat around my waist plus at my age things generally are thinking about being a tad flabby or heading southwards. I am one of those people who look much better dressed.

Since the first photoshoot, I’d been busy buying lingerie and shoes for her.

So at 3.00pm, a little later than planned, she phoned me to say she’d arrive and I traipsed off to the car park to carry her bags for her and to escort her back to our room, where the champagne was chilling nicely. Anglea had brought a bottle of red wine with her too just in case we ran out.

She unpacked all her lingerie and shoes whilst I poured some glasses of champagne – I chose Mumm Classic as this is nicely balanced between dry acidity and a fruity roundness rather than a Bolinger which I find too dry on its own – and she started changing for the photographs.

We started with a comedy black PVC bra and thong worn with 3½ inch black stiletto-heeled sandals. The PVC looked exceptionally tacky off, but as soon as she put them on, they looked far better than expected, although as Angela said to me, if she’d been ‘bigger’ she’d have had trouble staying in as the cups were very small.

She then changed into a gorgeous lace-up white “bridal” corset with matching thong rounded off with some lovely “mariamare” 4″ stiletto-heeled white and diamante sandals (I’d been dubious about how the black heel would work with the white sandal but they’re fabulous). That corset is spectacular! To the touch, it’s gorgeous too…

She then attached the suspenders to it, and changed into some white point-heeled fully-fashioned nylons and the sandals for some more shots before taking off the sandals for some white nylon-soled photos. And, er, a little bit of interaction from me, I must confess – just kissing and running my tongue over her soles.

The next one up was a white, silky, boned, slip-on corset again with the white sandals. First we did some shots with and then without the white nylons. One of the bones popped out of a cup which was making things a bit sore, but I kissed it better…

Then Angela revealed a black basque of her own that she’d owned since she was 18 and wasn’t sure would fit now (between 10 and 20 years on…). It did. Being nicely boned, it cinched her waist in really nicely. We decided for the bare leg photos to match this up with a pair of fuchsia mules with a diamante toe-ring from Miss Selfridge (I think a 4″ heel). Simply stunning. I must admit to a fair degree more ‘interaction’ at this point from me (terribly unprofessional) especially as the champagne had gone and we were well into the Merlot by now.

We used the full-length mirror to show the difference a 4″ heel makes to the shape of a woman’s legs, her posture and indeed deportment. Angela regularly wears 2½” and 3″ heels (even to drive in) but was tryng a 4″ heel for the first time.

Anyway, after a few shots, we decided to change the sandals for some Havanna-heeled seamed nylons with the black stilettos again. Very nice, even if the suspenders kept getting detatched from the basque.

By now, we’d managed 204 photos and (due to the smaller room thanks to the age of the hotel) a few minutes of video, not as much as last time. But we were both hungry as it was gone 8.00pm so we went out for Dinner (and more wine…).

On our return, despite our best intentions to get some more ‘work’ done, we simply made ourselves more comfortable, continued with the Merlot and … spent some time with Angela wearing the white boned corset, white seams and white stilettos. No camera this time, but a lot of checking details and close-up inspection of seams, etc…. Mainly with my hands, mouth and tongue. A few hours later – with less than an hour’s “recuperation” for a certain part of me – and we finally decided to get some sleep as it was now well into the wee small hours of the morning.

We finally woke at around 8.30am and I made us some coffees to drink in bed. The plan had previously been to have another photo session in the morning … but that plan was quickly consigned to the bin thanks to a “Morning Glory” on my part and the body of a 20 year-old on her part!

We decided after a little while (OK, I suggested it then!) that it might be nice for Angela to put on her fuchsia sandals again following which I paid a lot of attention to her gorgeous feet, particularly her lovely arches and toes before spending the best part of half an hour enjoying her beautiful pussy with my mouth and tongue… By this time, I was (very) erect again and decided to continue paying close attention to her pussy and G-spot with my left hand whilst masturbating with my right hand with one aim in mind: cumming all over her pretty feet in those fuchsia heels. It was fabulous, streaming cum all over her feet and between her toes and on the sheets and… Angela loved the sight of it all too afterwards and the squishy feel of my cum between her soles and the sandals.

By this time, it was after 11.00am and depending upon who you spoke to or what you read, it was either a midday checkout … or an 11.00am one! So we quickly showered and dressed, checked ourselves out and went off to a café for a ‘proper’ cup of coffee before saying our farewells … until the next time.

Now re-reading all this makes me realise just how at ease we were with each other and how experimental we could be bearing in mind we’d never slept together or made love with each other before. And yes, it was far more involving than ‘just’ sex.

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