Ramon
6-Dec-24 23:00
Ramon
I was sitting at home, one Friday night, bored and lonely. My husband had gone out of town on business, the previous weekend and I wanted to do something. My mother had offered to take my five month old off my hands for a little while so I could go shopping or something. I wasn't really in the mood for shopping, but I did want to get out for a while. So, I took her up on her offer. Feeling like I needed to make a change I put on a blue mini skirt and powder blue top which shows off my belly and exposes the most cleavage. I am normally very shy about such things. My husband loves it when I wear my mini skirt. It takes a lot of coaxing from him to get me to dress up. He loves for me to tease guys with my gorgeous legs and exposed cleavage. I was standing at the clothes rack, mindlessly checking out some tops when I noticed a man picking out some shirts in the mens department. He was a tall and rather handsome black man with a long braid down his back. I guess it was the braid that caught my attention. He gathered some shirts and walked toward me, to the dressing room. He said "Hi" to me, as he passed. The light waft of his cologne caught my attention. I glanced at his tight butt, through his pants and had a brief thought of patting it. In a second, he was behind the door to the changing booth. I continued my browsing. As I moved to the next rack, I noticed the door to the dressing booth was opened, just an inch or so. I could see the stranger's dark skin as he removed his shirt and was trying on the new shirt. He wasn't very big, but his muscular features and his washboard stomach, suddenly peeked my curiosity. I must have looked strange, standing there, staring at the dressing booth. Fortunately, no one saw. After a minute or so, the stranger came out to admire himself in the mirror. Little did he know, I was admiring him as well. I stood there, watching as he returned to the dressing room and tried on each shirt and returned to the mirror. My husband is forever telling me, I should have a one night fling with a complete stranger and then come home and tell him about it. As a matter of fact, he was wondering if I would meet someone while he was gone and tell him about it on his return. I have never taken him up on the offer, but this seemed like the right time and the right place. Not knowing how to pull this off, I walked over to the men's rack and looked at some of the shirts on display. Eventually, my tall dark stranger returned. I mustered up enough courage to ask his opinion of a lace, see through shirt. "What do you make of this material?" I managed to stammer out. "I've worn this before,"he replied. He spoke with an accent I was unfamiliar with. "It is very cool on the skin and shows off one's body," he continued. "Really?" I asked coyly. He had picked up, right away on this and wasted no time. "This is about my size. Should I model it for you so you can decide if your man would like it?" "If it is no trouble." "My pleasure," he replied. I followed him to the dressing booth and waited, without peeking, for him to try on the shirt. When he stepped out of the booth, I could have fainted. He looked much better, up close, in that shirt, than he did from me peeking through the crack. "You look absolutely marvelous in that" I said. "Is there anything else you would like me to try on?" he asked. This was the beginning of an absolutely fabulous afternoon. We chatted and played with clothes for another hour or so. I was having fun, seeing him in the different styles and colors. Eventually, he said he must leave and get some dinner. I apologized for keeping him so long. Ramon, as he told me his name, then asked if I would accompany him for dinner. I graciously accepted. Ramon told me, there was a condition. "Since I've modeled for your lover, I was wondering if you would model for mine. You are about the right size" he said. How could I refuse? Ramon took me by the hand and after completing his purchases, which included some of the clothes we had tried on, led me to the store across the way. I was feeling a little self conscious when we entered this store. This store dealt, primarily with women's under things and lingerie. I was feeling like he may be scamming me. His voice was so gentle and he had the prettiest brown eyes. I would have followed him anywhere. Everything seemed so right. Ramone explained, he didn't want me to feel uncomfortable and I could leave or say no to anything, if I wanted to. "I am looking for the right gifts for a very special woman" he said. He also explained he was a photographer and ran a business where he would take pictures of women to give to their husbands. I'd never had my pictures taken before. Ramone suggested, if I ever decided to have pictures taken, my husband would be a very lucky man. We started with the gloves and scarves. They were nice, but definitely not something you would give to a special lady. The robes and slippers were fine, as well, but I soon told him that he was never going to impress a woman with mere slippers and a shiny robe. I took him over to the lingerie section and modeled a couple of nighties and camisoles in front of myself. He didn't seem convinced. By now, our conversation was more of an unabashed flirting. "Is this for a woman you've been intimate with?" I asked. "No, not yet. But I'm hoping we can be great lovers," came his reply. "Don't you think this would feel great against your skin?" I asked, while rubbing my arm covered in the sheer material against his arm. "Is this something you would wear for your lover?" he asked. "Well....." I paused. "Perhaps, not intimate enough." I found a very revealing nighty and put the hanger up to my chin. "Would this turn you on?" I asked, in my most sultry voice. "Ah. It would probably look better on, but it does have a certain affect on me" he said. I could tell by the rise in his left pocket, he liked. The longer we shopped, the braver I got. I had tried on a silk camisole and matching robe. The large lump in his pants showed me how much he was enjoying what he saw. No one from the sales staff was interfering and this was getting me hotter by the minute. If only my husband could see me now, shamelessly flirting and seducing a stranger I'd only met a couple of hours ago. After modeling some hose and garters, Ramone said he had decided on his purchases and picked up some of the sexier outfits and the hose. As a present, for all my help, Ramone asked if I would accept and wear the garter, hose and lace panties to dinner. Ramone traded my pantyhose for the sexy set. I put my skirt and top (minus my bra) back on, with the items and marched to the counter with him. Ramone paid for his purchases and we left the store. I barely remember dinner. I remember the candle light and staring into those eyes. I could get lost forever in those eyes. After dinner, we went to a small bar and had drinks. I had been feeling nervous and uptight about being out, so late with this man but I knew a few drinks would calm my nerves. I also called my mother and told her I was at the bar with some friends and asked if she would take care of the baby for the rest of the evening. Mom loves taking care of the baby. Back at the table, Ramone advised me a friend was coming by to review some proofs and wanted to know if I wanted to see their studio. By now, I knew he was seducing me and I wanted to carry this adventure off to it's end. Ramone's friend showed up after we had consumed another three or four drinks and were laughing and flirting like old friends. His friend, introduced himself as Philippe. Philippe was shorter than Ramone, but was in excellent shape as well. Philippe had extremely muscular arms and a powerfully built body. We had a couple of more drinks and then walked around the corner to their studio. The studio was normal looking, from the front and had the usual backdrops and light setups. The back studio portion was quite different. There was a bed and another area dedicated to bondage. Philippe explained they had many different types of clientele and catered to them all. The most interesting piece was a table with straps to secure the hands and feet of it's victim. Ramone asked if I was ready to view the pictures. We sat and looked at the proofs with Philippe. The women and men in the pictures wore different costumes and makeup and posed with many of the pieces of equipment I had seen. I was very aroused by the pictures and commented on a few of them. I asked how far they go with their eroticism. Ramone asked me if I would like some special pictures to take to my husband. We started with some sexy pictures of me in my mini. I even did some bend over shots so they could get a good view of my cleavage. The alcohol was beginning to kick in. The dim light from the candles set a very seductive mood. My inhibitions lowered, I was soon cupping my breasts and eventually topless and showing off my swollen melons. Philippe took pictures while Ramone played some sexy jazz on the radio. After a half hour of showing off for the guys, all I could think about was being tied to that table and having those dark brown hands caress my body. Ramone said I could properly model some of the outfits we had picked out. We started with just some casual pictures of me in the garter and hose, wearing one of the camisoles we'd picked out. I was really enjoying posing in the panties Ramone had purchased. Philippe was complimenting me on how I looked in the panties as he took pictures. Occasionally, Ramone's hands would touch my skin as he adjusted the material for the shot. I was so hot, by this time, I was soaking the panties as fast as I put them on. When I put on one of the see thru bras, my swollen breasts began to leak. Philippe went hard, instantly. I was explaining my situation with the baby, but the guys didn't care, they were excited to see my leaking nipples and wanted special pictures of them. The more I posed for my gorgeous cameramen, the hotter I got. Every time one of the guys would get near me to adjust my outfit, I would reach out and rub their butt. After a while of these pictures, I asked if we could do some special pics on the B&D table. Within minutes I was strapped to the table, in one of the negligees wondering if my husband's eyes were going to pop out when I showed him these. As Ramone was strapping my hands to the table, I rubbed my cheek against his arm and kissed him on the arm. Ramone responded by kissing me on the lips. My tongue sought out his and sucked on it like a newly wed. His hands "wandered" to my soaked panties. Rubbing his fingers along my shaved slit, I exploded into my first orgasm. My screams were muffled by his mouth and tongue as he continued to kiss me. I could hear the camera clicking, as my rough breathing returned to normal. Then the guys switched places and Philippe leaned between my spread legs and began licking my swollen muff. I could feel the fluids soaking his face as philippe ran his tongue along my sex. Ramone took a pair of scissors and cut the remaining cloth from me and massaged my tender skin with some massage oil. I moaned as my body absorbed all this attention. After my second orgasm, philippe replaced his tongue with a long silver dildo. He strapped this down with some kind of velcro strip to the table. They had done this before. Once again the camera whirred as they captured images of my prone body writhing in ecstasy. The guys, then explored my body, from toes to fingers, with their tongues. I opened my eyes and noticed they had set up two video cameras to capture all the action. I kept thinking "if only my husband could see me now". I was in pure heaven. After a few minutes of this pleasure, Philippe offered his now exposed tool, for my mouth. I hungrily bobbed, as much as I could move, on his sweet meat. The musky scent of his manhood was like an aphrodisiac to me. The taste was much different than my husband's. He wasn't as long as my husband but he seemed bigger around. I rolled my tongue around the head and along the vein to his balls. Ramone rolled a fresh condom (yeah, they've done this before) onto his erect member and slid, easily into my wetness. This didn't take more than a minute to make me scream out in orgasm again. I could feel Ramone stiffen and his dark pole harden as he filled the condom with his hot seed. Ramone pulled out of me and removed the rubber. The guys pulled me off the rack and placed me onto a wooden bar, re-securing my hands and feet over the bar. Philippe rolled a fresh condom onto his soggy tool and entered my steaming hole, from behind. The full feeling was wonderful. Ramone had removed his condom and presented his softened tool for my willing tongue to clean. I lapped at his tool to clean the remaining semen glistening on his dusky skin. Philippe rode my exposed sex like a dog in heat. Minutes later, he too, stiffened and filled his condom with his hot treasure. After he pulled away from me, Ramone went back to work, servicing my swollen and slightly sore vagina with his expert tongue. His hands ran up and down the insides of my thighs and caressed my butt with the care of a sculpture. Eventually, the guys released me and laid me onto the bed, where the two of them caressed my entire body until I was completely exhausted from their ministrations. After a brief rest, Ramone showed me to a private shower so they could clean me up. I was completely spoiled by them. They softly, soaped my body, lightly caressing my sensitive nipples and licking the nectar that leaked from them. As Philippe cleaned the studio, Ramone walked me back to my car. It was nearly midnight, when I returned home. Mother had put the baby to bed and noticed how tired I was. She helped me to my room and to bed. A few days later, a package arrived in the mail from Ramone. The package contained a copy of the video tape, the pictures and negatives. Later, I received a bouquet of roses from Ramone and Philippe. When my husband arrived home, the next day, I greeted him at the door with one of the negligees Ramone had bought me and a bottle of wine. Lit candles lined the living room and light music poured from the stereo speakers. The pictures were on the table and the video in the player. My husband didn't last five minutes, watching the tape................ He took me, right there on the couch, slowly caressing my body and licking me all over, while watching the tape.......... That was the beginning of a lovely weekend. We eventually went back to Ramone and Philippe for more pictures, but that is another story.........
I was sitting at home, one Friday night, bored and lonely. My husband had gone out of town on business, the previous weekend and I wanted to do something. My mother had offered to take my five month old off my hands for a little while so I could go shopping or something. I wasn't really in the mood for shopping, but I did want to get out for a while. So, I took her up on her offer. Feeling like I needed to make a change I put on a blue mini skirt and powder blue top which shows off my belly and exposes the most cleavage. I am normally very shy about such things. My husband loves it when I wear my mini skirt. It takes a lot of coaxing from him to get me to dress up. He loves for me to tease guys with my gorgeous legs and exposed cleavage. I was standing at the clothes rack, mindlessly checking out some tops when I noticed a man picking out some shirts in the mens department. He was a tall and rather handsome black man with a long braid down his back. I guess it was the braid that caught my attention. He gathered some shirts and walked toward me, to the dressing room. He said "Hi" to me, as he passed. The light waft of his cologne caught my attention. I glanced at his tight butt, through his pants and had a brief thought of patting it. In a second, he was behind the door to the changing booth. I continued my browsing. As I moved to the next rack, I noticed the door to the dressing booth was opened, just an inch or so. I could see the stranger's dark skin as he removed his shirt and was trying on the new shirt. He wasn't very big, but his muscular features and his washboard stomach, suddenly peeked my curiosity. I must have looked strange, standing there, staring at the dressing booth. Fortunately, no one saw. After a minute or so, the stranger came out to admire himself in the mirror. Little did he know, I was admiring him as well. I stood there, watching as he returned to the dressing room and tried on each shirt and returned to the mirror. My husband is forever telling me, I should have a one night fling with a complete stranger and then come home and tell him about it. As a matter of fact, he was wondering if I would meet someone while he was gone and tell him about it on his return. I have never taken him up on the offer, but this seemed like the right time and the right place. Not knowing how to pull this off, I walked over to the men's rack and looked at some of the shirts on display. Eventually, my tall dark stranger returned. I mustered up enough courage to ask his opinion of a lace, see through shirt. "What do you make of this material?" I managed to stammer out. "I've worn this before,"he replied. He spoke with an accent I was unfamiliar with. "It is very cool on the skin and shows off one's body," he continued. "Really?" I asked coyly. He had picked up, right away on this and wasted no time. "This is about my size. Should I model it for you so you can decide if your man would like it?" "If it is no trouble." "My pleasure," he replied. I followed him to the dressing booth and waited, without peeking, for him to try on the shirt. When he stepped out of the booth, I could have fainted. He looked much better, up close, in that shirt, than he did from me peeking through the crack. "You look absolutely marvelous in that" I said. "Is there anything else you would like me to try on?" he asked. This was the beginning of an absolutely fabulous afternoon. We chatted and played with clothes for another hour or so. I was having fun, seeing him in the different styles and colors. Eventually, he said he must leave and get some dinner. I apologized for keeping him so long. Ramon, as he told me his name, then asked if I would accompany him for dinner. I graciously accepted. Ramon told me, there was a condition. "Since I've modeled for your lover, I was wondering if you would model for mine. You are about the right size" he said. How could I refuse? Ramon took me by the hand and after completing his purchases, which included some of the clothes we had tried on, led me to the store across the way. I was feeling a little self conscious when we entered this store. This store dealt, primarily with women's under things and lingerie. I was feeling like he may be scamming me. His voice was so gentle and he had the prettiest brown eyes. I would have followed him anywhere. Everything seemed so right. Ramone explained, he didn't want me to feel uncomfortable and I could leave or say no to anything, if I wanted to. "I am looking for the right gifts for a very special woman" he said. He also explained he was a photographer and ran a business where he would take pictures of women to give to their husbands. I'd never had my pictures taken before. Ramone suggested, if I ever decided to have pictures taken, my husband would be a very lucky man. We started with the gloves and scarves. They were nice, but definitely not something you would give to a special lady. The robes and slippers were fine, as well, but I soon told him that he was never going to impress a woman with mere slippers and a shiny robe. I took him over to the lingerie section and modeled a couple of nighties and camisoles in front of myself. He didn't seem convinced. By now, our conversation was more of an unabashed flirting. "Is this for a woman you've been intimate with?" I asked. "No, not yet. But I'm hoping we can be great lovers," came his reply. "Don't you think this would feel great against your skin?" I asked, while rubbing my arm covered in the sheer material against his arm. "Is this something you would wear for your lover?" he asked. "Well....." I paused. "Perhaps, not intimate enough." I found a very revealing nighty and put the hanger up to my chin. "Would this turn you on?" I asked, in my most sultry voice. "Ah. It would probably look better on, but it does have a certain affect on me" he said. I could tell by the rise in his left pocket, he liked. The longer we shopped, the braver I got. I had tried on a silk camisole and matching robe. The large lump in his pants showed me how much he was enjoying what he saw. No one from the sales staff was interfering and this was getting me hotter by the minute. If only my husband could see me now, shamelessly flirting and seducing a stranger I'd only met a couple of hours ago. After modeling some hose and garters, Ramone said he had decided on his purchases and picked up some of the sexier outfits and the hose. As a present, for all my help, Ramone asked if I would accept and wear the garter, hose and lace panties to dinner. Ramone traded my pantyhose for the sexy set. I put my skirt and top (minus my bra) back on, with the items and marched to the counter with him. Ramone paid for his purchases and we left the store. I barely remember dinner. I remember the candle light and staring into those eyes. I could get lost forever in those eyes. After dinner, we went to a small bar and had drinks. I had been feeling nervous and uptight about being out, so late with this man but I knew a few drinks would calm my nerves. I also called my mother and told her I was at the bar with some friends and asked if she would take care of the baby for the rest of the evening. Mom loves taking care of the baby. Back at the table, Ramone advised me a friend was coming by to review some proofs and wanted to know if I wanted to see their studio. By now, I knew he was seducing me and I wanted to carry this adventure off to it's end. Ramone's friend showed up after we had consumed another three or four drinks and were laughing and flirting like old friends. His friend, introduced himself as Philippe. Philippe was shorter than Ramone, but was in excellent shape as well. Philippe had extremely muscular arms and a powerfully built body. We had a couple of more drinks and then walked around the corner to their studio. The studio was normal looking, from the front and had the usual backdrops and light setups. The back studio portion was quite different. There was a bed and another area dedicated to bondage. Philippe explained they had many different types of clientele and catered to them all. The most interesting piece was a table with straps to secure the hands and feet of it's victim. Ramone asked if I was ready to view the pictures. We sat and looked at the proofs with Philippe. The women and men in the pictures wore different costumes and makeup and posed with many of the pieces of equipment I had seen. I was very aroused by the pictures and commented on a few of them. I asked how far they go with their eroticism. Ramone asked me if I would like some special pictures to take to my husband. We started with some sexy pictures of me in my mini. I even did some bend over shots so they could get a good view of my cleavage. The alcohol was beginning to kick in. The dim light from the candles set a very seductive mood. My inhibitions lowered, I was soon cupping my breasts and eventually topless and showing off my swollen melons. Philippe took pictures while Ramone played some sexy jazz on the radio. After a half hour of showing off for the guys, all I could think about was being tied to that table and having those dark brown hands caress my body. Ramone said I could properly model some of the outfits we had picked out. We started with just some casual pictures of me in the garter and hose, wearing one of the camisoles we'd picked out. I was really enjoying posing in the panties Ramone had purchased. Philippe was complimenting me on how I looked in the panties as he took pictures. Occasionally, Ramone's hands would touch my skin as he adjusted the material for the shot. I was so hot, by this time, I was soaking the panties as fast as I put them on. When I put on one of the see thru bras, my swollen breasts began to leak. Philippe went hard, instantly. I was explaining my situation with the baby, but the guys didn't care, they were excited to see my leaking nipples and wanted special pictures of them. The more I posed for my gorgeous cameramen, the hotter I got. Every time one of the guys would get near me to adjust my outfit, I would reach out and rub their butt. After a while of these pictures, I asked if we could do some special pics on the B&D table. Within minutes I was strapped to the table, in one of the negligees wondering if my husband's eyes were going to pop out when I showed him these. As Ramone was strapping my hands to the table, I rubbed my cheek against his arm and kissed him on the arm. Ramone responded by kissing me on the lips. My tongue sought out his and sucked on it like a newly wed. His hands "wandered" to my soaked panties. Rubbing his fingers along my shaved slit, I exploded into my first orgasm. My screams were muffled by his mouth and tongue as he continued to kiss me. I could hear the camera clicking, as my rough breathing returned to normal. Then the guys switched places and Philippe leaned between my spread legs and began licking my swollen muff. I could feel the fluids soaking his face as philippe ran his tongue along my sex. Ramone took a pair of scissors and cut the remaining cloth from me and massaged my tender skin with some massage oil. I moaned as my body absorbed all this attention. After my second orgasm, philippe replaced his tongue with a long silver dildo. He strapped this down with some kind of velcro strip to the table. They had done this before. Once again the camera whirred as they captured images of my prone body writhing in ecstasy. The guys, then explored my body, from toes to fingers, with their tongues. I opened my eyes and noticed they had set up two video cameras to capture all the action. I kept thinking "if only my husband could see me now". I was in pure heaven. After a few minutes of this pleasure, Philippe offered his now exposed tool, for my mouth. I hungrily bobbed, as much as I could move, on his sweet meat. The musky scent of his manhood was like an aphrodisiac to me. The taste was much different than my husband's. He wasn't as long as my husband but he seemed bigger around. I rolled my tongue around the head and along the vein to his balls. Ramone rolled a fresh condom (yeah, they've done this before) onto his erect member and slid, easily into my wetness. This didn't take more than a minute to make me scream out in orgasm again. I could feel Ramone stiffen and his dark pole harden as he filled the condom with his hot seed. Ramone pulled out of me and removed the rubber. The guys pulled me off the rack and placed me onto a wooden bar, re-securing my hands and feet over the bar. Philippe rolled a fresh condom onto his soggy tool and entered my steaming hole, from behind. The full feeling was wonderful. Ramone had removed his condom and presented his softened tool for my willing tongue to clean. I lapped at his tool to clean the remaining semen glistening on his dusky skin. Philippe rode my exposed sex like a dog in heat. Minutes later, he too, stiffened and filled his condom with his hot treasure. After he pulled away from me, Ramone went back to work, servicing my swollen and slightly sore vagina with his expert tongue. His hands ran up and down the insides of my thighs and caressed my butt with the care of a sculpture. Eventually, the guys released me and laid me onto the bed, where the two of them caressed my entire body until I was completely exhausted from their ministrations. After a brief rest, Ramone showed me to a private shower so they could clean me up. I was completely spoiled by them. They softly, soaped my body, lightly caressing my sensitive nipples and licking the nectar that leaked from them. As Philippe cleaned the studio, Ramone walked me back to my car. It was nearly midnight, when I returned home. Mother had put the baby to bed and noticed how tired I was. She helped me to my room and to bed. A few days later, a package arrived in the mail from Ramone. The package contained a copy of the video tape, the pictures and negatives. Later, I received a bouquet of roses from Ramone and Philippe. When my husband arrived home, the next day, I greeted him at the door with one of the negligees Ramone had bought me and a bottle of wine. Lit candles lined the living room and light music poured from the stereo speakers. The pictures were on the table and the video in the player. My husband didn't last five minutes, watching the tape................ He took me, right there on the couch, slowly caressing my body and licking me all over, while watching the tape.......... That was the beginning of a lovely weekend. We eventually went back to Ramone and Philippe for more pictures, but that is another story.........
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