Ella and Darren kissed, feeling their lips press together softly at first and then harder as shyness dissipated. With her arms hooked around his neck, Darren drew Ella up to him from the stool. Ella felt his tongue on her lip and deepened the kiss in turn as she pushed her tongue into his. Kissing more passionately with his hands moving over her back and sides, he kept his hands off her curves for the time being. Ella could taste the beer on his breath while his designer stubble teased her skin.
Equally, Darren felt the softness of her hair tickle his neck while her hands moved over his broad shoulders, her slender fingers tracing lines of muscle beneath his bare skin. It had been considerable time since he had held a younger girl due to his preference for older women but the effect Ella had was instantaneous. Ripe teenage breasts pressed against his chest, testing his self-control to keep his hands from her. Each time he went to draw away from her kiss, he relented and probed his tongue further until she surprised him. Sucking his tongue, she moved her hands down over his back and onto his waist. Hers hand felt cool on his skin and caused a shiver to run down his spine with arousal.
Ella and Darren crushed their mouths together in another intense kiss before moving apart, both with slightly flushed cheeks and shallower breathing. Ella blinked, feeling exposed beneath his eyes as he regarded her with mixed thoughts. Darren ran a hand over his hair and straightened himself up; he had to retain control here, and with Ella around, it became increasingly hard to think straight.
“Shall we continue with the photos?”
“There are enough photos like this, can we change the appearance?”
“They’re your photos,” Darren replied weakly. Looking through the camera, he found the series of photos he had taken were all suitable for the yearbook.
“I’d like to do some private photos, just for me rather than the yearbook - are you happy to take them?”
“Sure, just tell me how you want them.”
Darren choked out the response, all the while trying to ignore his hardened cock as it threatened to override his thoughts entirely. Ella stood up and turned around, pulling off her t-shirt to leave her only in the shorts and a long-line peach lace bra. She shook her hair out around her shoulders and looked to Darren as he tore his eyes away from the slopes of her breasts nestled in the cups.
“Like what you see?”
“Beautiful, dressed or not. Tilt up your chin please and look at me rather than the camera.”
Ella posed in the positions he directed until she gained confidence, enjoying his attention to her topless body, she decided to take it a step further. Taking off her shorts, she stood in front of him in matching peach panties which showed off her buttocks to the maximum. He had an obvious erection, standing beside her; he took a photo from above while she looked up at the camera coyly.
Equally, Darren felt the softness of her hair tickle his neck while her hands moved over his broad shoulders, her slender fingers tracing lines of muscle beneath his bare skin. It had been considerable time since he had held a younger girl due to his preference for older women but the effect Ella had was instantaneous. Ripe teenage breasts pressed against his chest, testing his self-control to keep his hands from her. Each time he went to draw away from her kiss, he relented and probed his tongue further until she surprised him. Sucking his tongue, she moved her hands down over his back and onto his waist. Hers hand felt cool on his skin and caused a shiver to run down his spine with arousal.
Ella and Darren crushed their mouths together in another intense kiss before moving apart, both with slightly flushed cheeks and shallower breathing. Ella blinked, feeling exposed beneath his eyes as he regarded her with mixed thoughts. Darren ran a hand over his hair and straightened himself up; he had to retain control here, and with Ella around, it became increasingly hard to think straight.
“Shall we continue with the photos?”
“There are enough photos like this, can we change the appearance?”
“They’re your photos,” Darren replied weakly. Looking through the camera, he found the series of photos he had taken were all suitable for the yearbook.
“I’d like to do some private photos, just for me rather than the yearbook - are you happy to take them?”
“Sure, just tell me how you want them.”
Darren choked out the response, all the while trying to ignore his hardened cock as it threatened to override his thoughts entirely. Ella stood up and turned around, pulling off her t-shirt to leave her only in the shorts and a long-line peach lace bra. She shook her hair out around her shoulders and looked to Darren as he tore his eyes away from the slopes of her breasts nestled in the cups.
“Like what you see?”
“Beautiful, dressed or not. Tilt up your chin please and look at me rather than the camera.”
Ella posed in the positions he directed until she gained confidence, enjoying his attention to her topless body, she decided to take it a step further. Taking off her shorts, she stood in front of him in matching peach panties which showed off her buttocks to the maximum. He had an obvious erection, standing beside her; he took a photo from above while she looked up at the camera coyly.
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Thus the camera captured the edge of her dark nipples while Darren had to resist snatching her breasts into his hands and focus on the task at hand.
Ella felt her breathing deepen as she looked down to the bulge in Darren’s jeans and heat prickled over her skin. Throbbing between her legs awakened her desire and she stood, pushing aside his camera to gain full focus.
“Will you take off your pants off for me?” Ella asked in a quiet, almost husky voice as arousal rushed through her body. All she could think about was seeing Darren naked again like he had been when she watched him receive oral from Mrs Jefferson.
“Is this for art?” Darren asked in a wry tone, happy to oblige her but wanting to tease the coquettish girl first.
“Your body is the art; I just want to appreciate the male form without denim in the way.”
Ella tugged on his belt, meeting his eyes with an unspoken challenge, daring him to strip if he was brave enough. Darren slowly shook his head and took her hands in his.
“You’re a brazen young lady but the only way you’re getting me out of these pants is if we’re on the poolside. You’re half naked right now, if your parents found out -”
“You aren’t going to tell them are you?”
“Hell no, your dad would land me a left hook but this is going a bit far, you should at least have your shorts on.”
“Shorts aren’t sexy.”
“When did this become a sexy photo shoot?”
“It was probably when your cock went stiff for me.”
Ella smirked despite herself, all shyness was gone and only lust for him remained. Her thoughts were centralised around getting him naked and her mouth watered for the taste of his flesh. She was impatient; boldly she took his belt in hand and pulled it out of his pants before he snapped back into action. Taking the belt from her, he secured her hands in the loop of leather and pulled it tightly. The alarm in her eyes almost made him chuckle whilst arousal beaded through her body. She was bound before him and beautiful, Darren tugged the binding snugly and smiled.
“Are you sure you want this, Ella? I’m dominant and know what I want, you may not realise -”
“Yes.”
“I won’t bite nor touch you until you beg me -”
“Please, sir.” Ella dropped to her knees, desperate for his domination and craving the submission she so enjoyed. She wanted him to show her the ropes of BDSM while letting her enjoy him in the same way as she knew others had.
“Pick your safe word, if it becomes too much for you- you say the word and we stop -”
“Darren - that is my safe word, otherwise you are ‘Sir’.”
“That will be the safe word then.”
His voice was a husky purr; he leant down to kiss her softly on the lips, caressing her face before he spoke more harshly.
“Strip for me, my sweet little slut.”
Ella felt her breathing deepen as she looked down to the bulge in Darren’s jeans and heat prickled over her skin. Throbbing between her legs awakened her desire and she stood, pushing aside his camera to gain full focus.
“Will you take off your pants off for me?” Ella asked in a quiet, almost husky voice as arousal rushed through her body. All she could think about was seeing Darren naked again like he had been when she watched him receive oral from Mrs Jefferson.
“Is this for art?” Darren asked in a wry tone, happy to oblige her but wanting to tease the coquettish girl first.
“Your body is the art; I just want to appreciate the male form without denim in the way.”
Ella tugged on his belt, meeting his eyes with an unspoken challenge, daring him to strip if he was brave enough. Darren slowly shook his head and took her hands in his.
“You’re a brazen young lady but the only way you’re getting me out of these pants is if we’re on the poolside. You’re half naked right now, if your parents found out -”
“You aren’t going to tell them are you?”
“Hell no, your dad would land me a left hook but this is going a bit far, you should at least have your shorts on.”
“Shorts aren’t sexy.”
“When did this become a sexy photo shoot?”
“It was probably when your cock went stiff for me.”
Ella smirked despite herself, all shyness was gone and only lust for him remained. Her thoughts were centralised around getting him naked and her mouth watered for the taste of his flesh. She was impatient; boldly she took his belt in hand and pulled it out of his pants before he snapped back into action. Taking the belt from her, he secured her hands in the loop of leather and pulled it tightly. The alarm in her eyes almost made him chuckle whilst arousal beaded through her body. She was bound before him and beautiful, Darren tugged the binding snugly and smiled.
“Are you sure you want this, Ella? I’m dominant and know what I want, you may not realise -”
“Yes.”
“I won’t bite nor touch you until you beg me -”
“Please, sir.” Ella dropped to her knees, desperate for his domination and craving the submission she so enjoyed. She wanted him to show her the ropes of BDSM while letting her enjoy him in the same way as she knew others had.
“Pick your safe word, if it becomes too much for you- you say the word and we stop -”
“Darren - that is my safe word, otherwise you are ‘Sir’.”
“That will be the safe word then.”
His voice was a husky purr; he leant down to kiss her softly on the lips, caressing her face before he spoke more harshly.
“Strip for me, my sweet little slut.”
