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Ben did not have long to wait. The first text he read was from Erika:To Ben: – “Now I know what you see in me! It made me blush, but I love it! When will you see me next? Just like that!! C. will have to give me time off! E.”As always, Erika left it to Christine to be straightforward. The time shown on their mails indicated that they were again texting side-by-side. Therefore, each knew instantaneously what the other said and what was meant by what was said.Ben, of course, could only guess if Erika willingly allowed Christine to take the lead in their Threesome-sexting. Christine quite openly did! She, thereby, challenged both Erika as a bystander and Ben as responder:To Ben: – “Congrats. Ben, they are beautiful, very sexy pics. E. can’t stop blushing. I’m jealous. How could a selfie of me, even naked in my slinky dress, match what you did for Erika? My dress alone would deserve a folio of shots! E. is bugging me for another afternoon off, and I can’t refuse because she will be on duty at the hotel all next weekend. I’ll be away with Gerd and ‘friends’ at our hunting shack. That could turn out to be fun! C.”Christine’s text practically forced Ben into a follow-up text before he could reply to Erika:To Christine: – “Glad you like and approve of how my Pad captured E.’s sexiness and beauty. No need to be jealous. I am more than willing to do equal justice to your favourite dress and the body it clings to. Set a time in the afternoon. I’m sure E. can hold the fort at the reception. Also, which afternoon will E. get her time off, Boss? I am delighted that you decided to join Gerd and ‘friend’ for their outing this weekend. B.”To Ben: – “Accept your selfless offer. Will tomorrow afternoon be too soon? Three o’clock? I want you still hot from photographing E.!! She, of course, may want this afternoon off for the same reason. Too bad, I’m the Boss: E. can have any afternoon after! Glad you are ‘delighted’ about my weekend away. I have plans!! C.”Ben could have, at this stage, simply agreed to the time suggested by Christine and ended their exchange. It had delayed his response to Erika’s text. She could now feel, Ben was aware, that his interest shifted too much to Christine.There was also the matter of Christine’s repeated sly references to the weekend away. Ben had not told Erika about Gerd’s invitation, and he did not know if Christine had told Erika that he was one of the ‘friends’ in Gerd’s party. If Erika did not know and he kept silent, he was betraying her. Therefore, Ben decided to put the cards on the table:To Christine: – “Will see and photograph you in wished-for perfection tomorrow afternoon. An exciting prospect! Also, being one of the friends at Gerd’s party at the weekend away, your ‘plans’ raise more for me than just my interest!! Are you planning to seduce Gerd or one of his card-playing mates? If so, I am in suspense waiting for your decision. B.” Ben followed it up immediately with his reply to Erika:To Erika: – “Thrilled that you like the images of your sexy self. When will I see you again? ASAP, I hope? Don’t delay by practising your striptease in front of a mirror. Do it before me. It was raunchy, sexy perfection how you stripped for me before the photo shoot. I can’t wait for repeat!!! B.”Now Ben wanted to catch Erika and Christine sitting together over their iPad. He decided to go down to the bahis siteleri lounge for a pre-dinner drink. In the reception, he passed Erika, who today had somewhat delayed going home. She smiled at him with a blush as they wished each other a Good Evening. Erika then lowered her head and walked out the door.When Ben looked towards the office, Christine grinned broadly and gave him a thumbs-up behind the glass. Now pleased and his mind put at ease, the pre-dinner drink had become a celebratory one for Ben.The next day, Ben spent a few hours in the morning with his father. As before, they avoided mentioning Ben’s sister, who had, neither directly nor through his father, attempted to get in touch with him. And Ben had no intention of knocking on a door she had once before slammed in his face.When he returned for lunch somewhat late, there were few guests left in the dining room. Erika waved the girl away to serve him. Over the three courses, there were accidental touches. With her voice discretely low, Erika asked Ben if she should take Thursday afternoon off.When she leaned in to rearrange the perfect table-setting, her breast touched Ben’s cheek. There was a cheeky lilt in her voice as she enquired, “After this afternoon’s photo session with Christine, you may need a day of rest tomorrow. We’ll know tonight, won’t we, how exhausting this shoot turned out?”Ben was delighted, and his mind put at ease by Erika’s lively, sexually explicit interest in and acceptance of his and Christine’s afternoon session. And her approval was not based on ignorance and innocent hope. She had experienced the sexual high of revealing all of herself. And she was eager to wait with Christine tonight to see what the afternoon pictures would tell.Ben smiled. He suddenly realised that while Christine may take the lead in their being a Threesome, Erika infused it with extra spice. When Ben photographed her, she had done so with her mood-setting striptease before an image was captured. And now it was Erika that challenged him to dare all – just as he had done with her – in photographing Christine,Christine arrived in Ben’s room wearing a dustcoat, carrying a bag. With a cheery hello and no sign of any nervousness, she explained the necessity for her disguise, “This is my cleaning get-up. I couldn’t be seen visiting a gentleman in his room in the dress underneath!”As she put the bag on the desk and slipped out of the coat, she met Ben’s surprise by continuing, “And Gerd was hanging around. I could not risk him seeing me in the slinky dress. So, I put one on he had seen before.”Christine giggled, “With his disinterest in me, I was sure he would not notice anything striking. How about you?”Christine was in the same summer dress she had worn for their dinner outing with Ben’s father and Helen. Only now, there was no mantilla and no scarf over the dress’ deep décolletage. As Christine stood there and took out a pair of high-heels from the bag, she was back-lit by the afternoon sun streaming in through the window. And to Ben’s delight, the translucency of the dress left no shadows of bra or panties or doubts: Christine was naked underneath.Christine sat down. This time, her legs were side-by-side. She changed into the high-heels without flashing her pussy as she had done in the car. She smiled up at Ben, who already had the iPad in his hand canlı bahis siteleri and said, “You know I love this dress. I’ve told you that I sometimes wear it on the terrace in summer, being naked underneath, just like now. It turns me on! Photograph me! I want to have pictures that show me how men see me when I do.”When Christine wanted to get up, Ben moved in close to take a snap. His voice low and insistent, he said, “Stay in the chair and turn your face and body to follow me as I take the shots. Your dress is nicely loose and open at the top. Just turn and flash your sexy tits at me. You want to show them off, don’t you, and turn me on?”Ben, taking shot after shot, moved around Christine. At times he was so close to her that he feared her excited breath would fog the Pad’s lens.Christine leaned forward to make the low-cut neckline of her dress gap open. Then, glimpsing down on what she had exposed, Christine arched back. It pressed her pointy nipples against the sheerness of the cloth. Sometimes, her dress slipped from one shoulder, momentarily almost exposing one breast. As her eyes followed Ben, Christine’s face – smiling, pouting, challenging – expressed, like her writhing body, an openly lust-filled invitation for Ben to touch.After about twenty or so images captured, Ben stopped. His breathing was as laboured as Christine’s. He asked her now to move into the open space in front of the window. From a now safer distance, Ben photographed Christine standing, turning, stretching. And all the shots of her from the front, the back, side-on were backlit from the sun streaming in the window. Ben, at this stage, hurried. He more sensed than knew that the pictures he took captured the romantic magic of Christine’s half-revealed body.When Ben put the iPad on the desk, Christine was momentarily disappointed. But then she grinned and went to her bag. After taking out the dress, Christine held it against her body and caressingly stroked down its length. Then she said, “This is my slinky dress. I’ll change into it in the bathroom and make you wait! I want you to be as turned on for photographing me as I am for showing myself in this dress!”When, eventually, the bathroom door opened and Christine stepped into the frame, she took Ben’s breath away. She had tied back her hair and put on a dark-red lipstick that accentuated her sensual lips. The dress, sleeveless and knee-length with slits up her thighs, clung skin-tight to her body.The light-knit grey material had a silvery sheen. Its contrast with the warm flesh-tone of Christine’s face, arms and legs highlighted, sculpture-like, the perfection of her body. Her smallish, perfectly shaped breasts were crowned by pert, almost upwards pointing nipples. And her midriff and stomach, softly unwrinkled, curved into the sinuous marking of her pubic triangle and flowed into the outlined swell of her thighs.As he took the first shots of Christine walking towards the window, Ben found his voice, “This dress is all you said and more. It’s not just slinky; it’s sinful! You are twice as naked as naked in it. You are, Christine, incredibly, disturbingly sexy! Are you sure you want me to record what it does to me?”Christine had turned away as Ben talked while taking a shot of her back that captured the contours of her back and the dimpled swell of her ass. She looked back canlı bahis at him over her shoulder, just as he took another photo. With a voice, all husky from pent-up lust, Christine answered, “Just show me as sinful and sexy as you see me, Ben, in every picture you take. In this dress, with you, this is how I am and want to be!”Ben did not reply, but his, to her visible, mounting arousal as he placed her for the shots – pensive at the window, then challengingly seductive pressed against the wall, revealingly perched on the desk – told Christine he had listened. And then, after twenty or so images, Ben directed Christine to the bed. His hand shook as he pointed.After what she had said, Ben no longer suggested or asked. He turned on the overhead light and one of the bedside lamps in which he had replaced the globe with the bright spotlight globe he had bought. There were pillows strategically placed. In now fulfilled hope that Christine would agree, Ben had prepared for photographing her on the bed.Christine had taken off her high heels and lain seductively back on the pillows. Ben had just decided that directing the spotlight at the wall behind the bed gave the best lighting effect. Christine, watching his preparations, broke into an excited laugh. When Ben began to tell her the scenario he wanted, she looked at him expectantly with a smile playing over her dark-red lips.Ben, his voice low and strained, told her he wanted to make it a full-body repeat of what they had done at the beginning. She had then, Ben whispered, shamelessly turned him on by showing more and more of her lovely tits as he circled her taking photos. Now, spread out on the bed in this dress, she had so much more to show. And he wanted to be turned-on, irresistibly so, by all of her!Ben paused. Leaning over Christine, he took the first two shots. Christine had closed her eyes. Her lips had parted, sucking in her quickening breath. Each one of them lifted her quivering, pointy-nippled breasts. Their sign encouraged Ben to drop any pretence that what they did was only make-believe. It was the first time he had touched her as, in a caressing move, he pulled and stroked Christine’s slipped-up dress, almost from her pubes again down to her knees.With his voice hoarse with suppressed arousal, Ben said, “With every shot, Christine, I want you to offer me your body, offer me all that your dress promises. I must look at you on the iPad in my hands! But you, you want my eyes on you! And my hands not on the Pad, but all over the dress, slide in under to strip you naked! You have spread out on the bed to be touched and taken and – yes! – fucked! You knew as much when you bought this dress when you saw yourself in the mirror! I am the first lucky man who sees you in it. And now you want to know, don’t you, if its magic works!”As he talked, Ben had started to photograph her. Christine had not flinched at the language he had never used with her before but immediately responded to its seduction. And Ben, with openly sexual intrusiveness, began to move around and hover over her with the Pad.Christine’s face, her eyes, her burning-red lips remained turned to the moving lens and, wilfully and consciously, on the man behind. Her body was in constant movement. As the expression on her face changed through a range of emotions – from reluctance to flirtatious to pure lust and abandonment – her sinuously twisting and stretching body became an irresistible sensual offering. Ben, so tempted, took shot after shot of Christine’s lasciviously suggestive posing as she slid over the king-size bed.
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