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 Aria Giovanni: Photo Shoot

   by JTCIII(C)

   Aria Giovanni sat on the balcony of the hotel room, the afternoon sun
warm on her skin.  She sipped a glass of white wine as she waited for her
friend to arrive, admiring the view of Los Angeles stretched out below her
from behind a big pair of dark glasses.

   Booking the room had been only one part of her organising a shoot for
her website.  It was going to be amateur-style, which sometimes meant they
took place in either her home or her photographer's, but more often than
not a hotel room was hired for the day and they did the session there -- it
was a good way to turn a night away into a tax write-off, and it meant that
the sets didn't get repetitive.

   Amateur shoots were Aria's favourite.  They meant she didn't have to
spend hours getting all dolled up to sweat under high-power lights in front
of a whole crew of people.  Instead, she could be her own boss, wear her
own clothes, do her own make-up and work alongside one of her best friends
-- Wes.

   She'd met Wes onset a few years ago now, when he was the camera
assistant on a shoot out in the Mexican dessert.  They had gotten along
well enough during the session, but it was only after the day was finished
and everyone was relaxing in the bar did he really open up and they'd had a
proper chance to get to know one another.

   Wes's real name wasn't 'Wes', just as Aria's wasn't 'Aria'.  While she
worked alongside plenty of people who called her by her stage name, he was
the only one out of her friends who thought it was fun to tease her by
calling her by her pseudonym.

   One day, when he'd gone off on a geeky tangent about Wesley Crusher from
Star Trek, she knew exactly how to pay him back -- the nickname 'Wes' had
stuck, even after all these years.

   It was this kind of teasing that made her shoots with Wes so much fun.
Some photographers would make her feel uncomfortable, like a piece of meat,
or talk down to her.  She could joke around with Wes, even flirt a little,
and he always knew how to respond.

   It was as she was taking the last sip of her wine that she heard a knock
at the door.  She strolled inside, pushing her sunglasses back on top of
her head.

   "Wes?" She called out.

   "Yeah." He replied from the other side of the door.  When she opened it
she saw him standing there with his camera bag and a heartbroken look on
his face.

   "What's the matter?" She said, immediately knowing that something was
up.

   "Maureen broke up with me," he said as he shuffled past her and into the
room.  "Nice suite."

   "Maureen broke up with you?!" Aria repeated in shock, ignoring his
assessment of the hotel room.

   "Yeah," he said, putting his bag down.  "Do you have anything to drink?"

   She offered him a glass of wine, which he gratefully accepted, and they
sat on the couch to talk.

   Maureen had always been a jealous girl, and that was what seemed to be
at the heart of the matter.  Aria knew better than to say something like
that outright, so instead she simply offered Wes a sympathetic ear and some
gentle encouragement, underlining everything with how great a guy he was.

   "Seriously, Maureen doesn't know what she's letting slip through her
fingers, but I guarantee you there's a girl out there who'll know how lucky
she is when she gets the chance to be with you.  Trust me."

   "Thanks, Aria."

   "Hey, it's nothing you didn't do for me, and twice over." She said,
remembering how incredibly supportive Wes had been when her own marriage
had suddenly fallen apart.  She knew she wouldn't have gotten through it
all without him.

   He finished his wine, realising suddenly that he'd already been there an
hour and they hadn't taken a single shot yet.

   "Come on, let's get started," he said, putting his empty glass down. 
"We can keep talking while we shoot."

   Aria checked her make-up in the mirror while Wes unzipped his camera bag
and took out his digital SLR.  It was all the equipment he needed for a
shoot like this.

   They started the session on the couch, Aria looking coyly at the camera,
her cleavage poking enticingly out of her low-cut top.

   "Very nice." Wes said with a smile.  They shot a few dozen of the tamer
pics, Aria delivering the perfect come-hither smile.

   "Should we start with the pants?" She asked, and Wes agreed.  She
unbuttoned her jeans, Wes took a few shots, and then she threw them to the
side, kneeling in her white cotton panties.

   "Maybe a little boob action?" Wes said, and Aria pushed her breasts up
with her hands -- their communication had evolved into simple codewords
this far into their working relationship.

   "All guys love a little boob action." Aria said with a grin, which Wes
managed to capture with a quick snap.

   "I don't know if I'd call your boob action 'little'." Wes said, and Aria
laughed.  Another moment caught on camera.

   "Bunny tail?" Wes suggested, and once again Aria knew exactly what he
meant.  She turned around on the couch to show off her firm, round ass,
wiggling it as she looked over her shoulder with a wicked twinkle in her
eye.  Snap!

   They took numerous shots every step of the way, including the moment
Aria pulled her top up over her head, exposing her bra.  She held the
shirt, throwing a few more poses, before tossing it with a laugh at Wes,
covering his lens.

   "I'll have you know this is expensive equipment!  You break it you
bought it!" He said with mock outrage.

   "Ah, I buy and sell guys like you for breakfast." She said with a grin
and a wave of her hand.

   "So it's true then.  You have sold out." He said as he re-focused the
camera, Aria running her hands over her covered boobs.  She stuck her
tongue out at him and the flash snapped like lightning.

   "Celebrities.  No time for their fans." Wes said with a shake of his
head, centering her in his viewfinder as she began the tease of undoing her
bra.

   "That's so not true!" She said, playing with her strap.  "My fans are
sweethearts!"

   "Really?" Wes said in a deadpan tone as he focused on rattling off shot
after shot.

   "Well, most of them are.  99%." Aria said, presenting her back as her
hands made for the clasp.

   "And the other 1%?" Wes said.

   "Freaks." Aria said, and Wes laughed.

   "No seriously -- I'll be at a signing or an event and some of they'll
come up to me and say the weirdest things." The clasp had now been undone,
Aria teasing with the reveal by keeping her back to the camera.

   "Like what?" Wes asked, catching the teasing hint of the side of Aria's
left breast.

   "Well, this one is more on the tame side, but this one guy told me,
like, 'Oh my God, you have the most perfect tits!'" She said, whirling
around to do the big reveal, her breasts swaying in the mid-afternoon
light. "And then he followed it up with 'Can I fuck them?'"

   "Seriously?" Wes asked.  He didn't bat an eyelid as Aria kneeled topless
in front of him.  Instead, he put his eye to the viewfinder and snapped
away.

   "Seriously.  He's not the only one, though.  Some of them have even
offered money." Aria ran her hands over her breasts, before cupping the
underside of them and squeezing.

   "Jesus!  That's forward!"

   "Tell me about it.  It's hard to know what to say to that." She said,
covering her nipples tauntingly with her palms.

   "Weirdos they may be, but they do have a point." Wes said, grinning.

   "Oh?" Aria said, running her hands through her hair, her breasts
swinging.

   "You do have perfect tits." As if to punctuate the comment, the camera
clicked and whirred.

   "Ha ha," Aria replied with mock laughter.  "Next you'll be telling me
you want to fuck them."

   Wes half-laughed and looked away.  Aria could swear she saw him
blushing.

   "Don't tell me I've said something to offend your delicate
sensibilities!" She said, laughing.  "Or, wait -- no!  I've stumbled on a
terrible, dark secret!  You want to titfuck me, don't you?  Don't you, Wes?
You want to titfuck my brains out!"

   Aria was giggling, but she couldn't help noticing that Wes's reaction
was more than a little awkward.  She didn't understand.  They always
flirted on their photo shoots...

   "Oh, come on," she said with gentle humour, trying to draw him out. 
"Don't let my perfect tits intimidate you.  I'm just me."

   "Yeah, I know." He replied, raising his camera again to take another
shot of her.  At first, her expression was serious, but then her teasing
smile slowly returned.

   "Still...there does seem to be something to that dark tittyfuck secret
theory...maybe just the thought of it is arousing you to the point of
silence?" She said, and to underline her point she pressed her arms down to
squeeze her breasts together tight.  One way or another she'd get him
joking like old times.

   "Oh, yes.  That's it.  You got it in one." He said dryly, focusing his
camera to squeeze off another shot.

   "Well, there's only one way to be sure, isn't there?  Come here, you!"
She laughed as she reached out, grabbing for his crotch.

   "Hey!  Aria!" He said, jumping out of the way of her hand.

   "Stay still!  How else am I supposed to find out how aroused you are if
you don't let me touch you!"

   "You'll have to take my word for it -- I am not aroused!"

   "Prove it!" She said.  "Whip it out right now or I won't believe you!"

   "You're such a spaz." He said, finally cracking a smile.

   "That's why you love me!" She said with a big grin.  "Now let me feel
that dick of yours!"

   She lurched forward again playfully, intending only to grab at him but
not actually touch anything, when she slipped on the couch and fell
forward. She squealed as she fell -- with Wes's hands full with the camera
he was unable to grab her.

   Instead, she grabbed at the thing closest to her to keep her upright;
Wes's crotch.  And what she felt there...

   "Oh my God!  You're hard!" She said.  "You're actually hard!"

   She could feel him firm and throbbing through his jeans, and as she
looked up at his face in shock she couldn't tell who was more embarrassed,
him or her.

   "It's, uh...it's not what it seems like," he said quickly.  "You know
you're a good friend, Aria, and we work really well together, and I'd hate
for anything to...to jeopardize that..."

   The sudden humiliation of being caught out this way had numbed Wes's
brain for a moment.  It wasn't until he was halfway through stammering out
an explanation that he realised she hadn't taken her hand off him yet.

   He stared into her face.  She, however, was staring at his crotch.

   "You're not just hard..." she said, her hand running up and down the
outside of his jeans, examining what she felt there.  "...You're huge!"

   She ran her hand down the inside of his thigh, feeling the head of his
imprisoned shaft further down the length of his pants than any other man
she'd encountered before in her life.

   "Do you...do you always get aroused when we work together?" She asked,
her face flushed red.  "I thought...I mean, I thought we were just
friends..."

   "I'm so sorry, Aria, I..." Wes said, looking away.  "...I never meant to
betray your trust or anything, anything, like that.  You're just...you're
just so beautiful, and we get along so well.  I guess I...I've always
wanted you."

   She looked at him, and he couldn't tell what she was feeling.  Hurt? 
Deceived?  He knew he couldn't blame her if she--

   And with sudden ferocity, she stood up and kissed him, her hands finding
his face to pull him into her, her tongue searching out his.

   Wes was stunned at first, his eyes wide with shock, but then the
softness of her lips and the warmth of her body brought him back to Earth
and he threw himself into their embrace, savouring the experience of her.

   Her breasts pressed against his chest as she wrapped her arms around
him. It felt so strange to be kissing Wes...but it felt so good.  So right.
Aria murmured through the kiss, wanting his arms around her and his hands
on her body.  But something was stopping him...

   Ambushed as he'd been by her sudden action, he was still holding his
camera.  Realising this, Aria took it from him and placed it on the table.
As she did she caught sight of his groin once again and the huge bulge that
was rising there.

   "It occurs to me, Wes -- all the times you've seen me naked and I've
never once had the chance to see you.  Doesn't really seem fair...does it?"

   "No.  No, I guess not." Wes replied.

   "So what do you say we correct that, huh?" She said with a cheeky smile,
before grabbing his jeans by their hem and yanking them down, his underwear
going with them.

   "Whoa!" Wes said, surprised, but Aria was too distracted to reply.  She
gasped as Wes's member sprang into view, her eyes widening.

   "It really is huge." She said, and without realising it she licked her
lips.

   Her fingertips hovered against the sensitive skin of his member, teasing
Wes with how close she was, and yet still so agonizingly distant.  Just as
looked like she was about to circle her hand around his shaft, she broke
away.

   Instead, she reached over and grabbed the bottle of hand lotion she'd
brought with her from where it sat next to the camera on the coffee table.

   She squeezed a generous dollop of cream into one hand and then rubbed it
with the other.  She pumped a second drop into her waiting grasp and once
again shared it between both hands.

   "Wh- -what at are you doing?" He asked with quiet curiosity, as if not
to disturb her into changing her mind.  She merely smiled wickedly at him
in response, concentrating instead on her actions.

   Wes watched Aria with laser-focused attention.  He could only imagine
what she had in mind, could only shiver in anticipation of it.  As she
doled out the cream, Aria sank slowly to once again kneel on the couch in
front of Wes, making his mind run wild with possibilities.

   With her hands now full of cream, Aria moved not to touch Wes, but
herself instead.  Her eyes firmly locked on his, she began to lather her
breasts with the cream.  She started at the top, massaging her chest and
only running along the edge of her cleavage.

   Gradually, she dipped lower and lower, until finally she ran her palms
down across her nipples and along the underside of her pendulous breasts,
lubricating the entire twin mass of her large, flawless tits.

   Wes watched with his breath trapped in his lungs.  If he were to be
asked, he wouldn't be able to explain why he was so mesmerised by what Aria
was doing.  He had seen her naked so many times over now, had watched
impassively as she modelled numerous erotic acts, including the soaping of
her bare body and the exposing of her pink inner folds -- but there was
something distinctly different about this.

   It was the intimate nature of it; this was a performance meant only for
him, coming from a place of desire rather than professional execution...and
it promised such heady things to come.

   Aria rubbed her creamy hands into her nipples until the nubs hardened,
at which point she began to gently pinch them.  She moaned quietly to
herself as she traced the edges of her aureole with her fingernails, before
concentrating on lubing up the valley between them, making the skin shine
with cream.

   "You like that, Wes?  You like the look of my tits all lathered up?" She
asked him in a hushed tone.  Wes swallowed and nodded.

   "Yeah?  Well, I remember something about a certain fantasy of
yours...and I think you'll like the reality of it even better."

   Aria leaned forward, gripping her breasts in both hands, and Wes's
waiting cock was wrapt in warmth as she squeezed it between her fat, juicy
tits.

   She pressed her breasts tight around his shaft, where it throbbed and
twitched in response.

   "Oh Christ!" Wes muttered, overcome by the incredible sensation of her
body pressed up against him.  Aria chuckled.

   "Feels good, huh?" She slowly rose up on her knees before ducking down
again, Wes's cock sliding between her tits as she did so.

   "So fucking good!" He replied, his hips bucking.  Her skin was so smooth
and warm, and her breasts were so soft, his cock making smacking,
squelching sounds as it worked back and forth between her lathered tits.

   As large as Wes's dick was, Aria's huge mammaries swallowed it whole,
only allowing it to be seen when she pushed back down on it.  She slid so
far down on it that it practically hit her in the chin.

   "Mmmm..." Aria breathed as it prodded at her.  "That gives me an idea."

   She slid her breasts all the way down to the base of his shaft and
leaned forward, parting her lips just enough so her tongue could flick out
and lick at the head of Wes's shaft like it was a lollipop.

   Wes sucked in a jagged breath as Aria swirled her tongue around the tiny
eye of his dick's helmet.  She grinned at the feelings she was generating
in him, especially when he surged forward, offering even more of his
cockhead to her.

   She suckled at it appreciatively, moaning with satisfaction, before she
popped it from between her lips and squeezed her breasts even tighter
around his buzzing shaft.

   Wes couldn't control himself any longer.  He started to pump his hips,
his dick sluicing frictionless between Aria's wondrous double Ds.

   For her part, Aria chuckled at the crumbling of his resolve, flashing
her tongue out to take the odd lick at Wes's member as it played rapid-fire
peek-a-boo in her cleavage.

   "Oh, Wes!" She said.  "This feels so good!"

   "Yeah?" He asked through the pounding of his heart, his hips rocking
back and forth at a tremendous pace.  Her silken skin was flushed with
excitement, her hands holding tight to her luscious melons as she bounced
up and down on her knees in rhythm with his pounding.

   "Oh God, yes!  So fucking good!" she said, nimbly pinching her nipples
between his eager thrusts.  "Is it good for you too?"

   "You have!  No idea!  How good!" Wes said, grabbing her shoulders to
steady his fucking of her chest.  He threw his head back, letting out a
long groan as he fucked her tits, hot and tight, her tongue flecking once
more at the tip of his cock.

   "I wanna cum so bad...I can feel it building!" He said.

   "Do it, Wes!" Aria moaned around his pistoning dick.  "Cum!  Cum for
me!"

   Wes could feel the pressure intensifying -- he tried to block everything
out, desperately wanting to prolong the act, but all it took was a single
glance.

   He opened his eyes to look down at Aria, her ripe, oversized breasts
pressed firmly together, his cock jacking in and out of her bountiful
cleavage, a look of serene satisfaction on her face as she spread her
tongue wide to lick him.

   Her warm brown eyes were sparkling up at him, and it was in that moment
that the thought formed in his mind, sharp and lucid.

   "I'm actually titfucking Aria!  Aria goddamn Giovanni!"

   And that was it.  That was all Wes needed.  The eye of his cock opened
wide, the veins running along the shaft pulsed...and he started to cum.

   "Ohhh Jeeesuuuus!" He cursed as the milky hot liquid burst from him,
spattering Aria's breasts, catching her on the chest and the throat, even
on her outstretched tongue.

   "That's it, baby!" She cried.  "Cum for me!  Cum all over my big,
perfect tits."

   Aria giggled with delight as Wes continued to squirt all over her tits,
semen running down her nipples and dripping on her navel.

   She wiped a hand through the drops on her stomach as she reached down to
toy between her thighs, her fingertips stroking her clitoral hood and
sending spikes of electricity coursing through her body.

   "Oh shit....oh shit!" Wes said, panting, as his fucking slowed down to a
series of languid thrusts, his cock burbling the last of its load into the
chasm between Aria's full breasts.

   When finally he finished he stood in front of her gasping and shaking
with relish at the sight of her double D-cups covered in a thick, white
glaze.

   "Everything you ever dreamed of, Wes?" Aria asked with a saucy smile. 
Wes gulped for air and nodded.

   "And you didn't even have to pay," she said.  "Though you did leave
quite a mess!"

   She swirled her fingers around her chest, gathering up as much of Wes's
cum as she could before bringing it to her lips.  She offered him a hellcat
grin, opening her mouth to suckle at his jizz, giggling at the overwhelmed
expression on his face.

   "Oh, God, Aria...you're so incredible!" Was all he could say, his legs
giving out beneath him as he tumbled onto the couch next to her.

   She hoisted herself up from her knees to sit beside him, the cum that
still covered her tits glinting in the afternoon light.

   "Pity we didn't keep shooting." She said, almost absent-mindedly.

   "Looking to take your career in a dramatically different direction?" Wes
asked.

   "No.  Just for posterity's sake," She replied with a smile, which slowly
faded as she looked at him.  They sat in silence for what felt like a long
while, neither of them sure what to say.  Finally, Aria spoke, "I, uh...I
think I might take a shower."

   She stood up and made her way towards the bathroom.

   "Oh, uh...okay." Wes said, the suddenness of her exit and the wording of
what she'd said leaving him uncertain.  Should he join her?  As confused as
he was, he still couldn't help admiring the sight of her ass as she padded
towards the bathroom.

   "I'll just be a minute." Aria said, and Wes nodded.

   She sighed as she passed through the door, leaving it open behind her.
As she caught sight of herself in the mirror, messy with Wes's semen
streaked all across her, she wondered if she'd just made a huge mistake.

   The shower hissed into life as she squeaked the taps on, and as she held
out her hand to check the temperature she started going over in her mind
what had just happened.

   Aria pulled her panties off and stepped into the shower, the jets
washing away the cum that had been drying on her skin.

   She could feel embarrassment blooming deep within her as she thought of
what she'd just done.  It had been so reckless, so stupid.  Wes was
probably outside putting his pants back on and inventing excuses to leave.
What he must think of her...

   A silhouette filled the door.  It was Wes.  And he was naked.

   "Mind if I join you?"

   Aria was taken aback at first, but nodded nevertheless.

   "Sure."

   He stepped in beside her, the water hitting his chest and shoulders.  He
was barely even in before his hands were on her body and his lips were
pressed against hers.  She sighed with contentment as she relaxed into his
embrace, her lips parting to entwine her tongue with his.

   He cupped her rear with one hand and squeezed her right breast with the
other while planting suckling kisses along the slope of her neck.

   "Ah!" Aria gasped lightly, her breath warm on Wes's ear.

   Taking the soap, Wes lathered up her chest, cleaning off the last of the
sticky residue coating her breasts...but he didn't stop there.  His hands
roamed the curves of her body, stroking and squeezing her, caressing her
tits, her stomach, her hips and waist, her thighs and navel.

   Finally his hand came to play in her pubic hair, his fingers tangling in
the dark, damp curls.  Gently, he turned her around so that she was facing
away from him, allowing him easier access to her mound.

   "Oh!" Aria cooed, pressing back against him.  Despite the massive load
he'd sprayed on her only minutes earlier, he was already hard again, and
his member was pressing stiff and solid against her ass.

   With deliberate slowness, Wes ran his fingers across Aria's pussyfolds.
Using his index and ring finger, he splayed her open.

   "Mmmnnnnh..." Aria moaned, her thighs shifting.

   Wes held steady against her as he started to sink his middle finger
inside her, delving only as deep as halfway in.

   "Ahh!" Aria gasped, her feet shuffling in the puddles of the shower
floor.

   Keeping his finger still for a moment, allowing her to experience it
within her, Wes started to gradually move it in and out of her, finally
dipping it in up to the knuckle, exploring the slick, sensitive flesh of
her pussy.

   She was generating so much heat it was like sticking his finger in a pot
of boiling honey.  He kissed and nibbled at her earlobe as he whispered to
her,

   "Feels good?"

   "Mmmuh huuuh." Aria moaned and nodded her approval, her hips bucking
against his hand.

   "Want more?" He asked, teasing her by rubbing at her outer folds with
his index finger.

   "Please!" Aria replied with hushed urgency.  Wes smiled.

   "As you wish."

   He submerged the second finger inside her.  Aria cried out, gripping him
wherever her hands could find him standing behind her.  His cock was now
humming against her, her reactions to his fingering of her cunt proving so
arousing.

   Bit by bit, Wes picked up speed as he frigged Aria beneath the insistent
spray of the shower.  Her moans of delight grew louder and more
impassioned, and it was just as Aria was feeling the energy building up
inside her, spreading through her thighs and pelvis to every corner of her
body, that he stopped and pulled his fingers out.

   "Uunh!" Aria gasped in frustrated surprise, but that feeling didn't last
long.

   Wes's fingers sought out her clit.  Whereas most men would jam on it
like it was an automatic pleasure button, Wes instead teased it gently,
coaxing it into erection, making Aria bubble and babble with pooling
desire.

   "O!  Nh!  Ah!" She breathed and gasped, her legs parting ever wider to
accommodate his incredible hands.

   Aria was quaking, her knees weak from standing up under the pleasure
that Wes's fingers were offering her.  She couldn't take it anymore!

   "Oh God!  I need you, Wes.  I need you to fuck me.  I need you to fuck
me now!"

   Wes didn't need any further invitation.  He shut the shower off and
grabbed Aria close to him.  His hand ran down to her thigh, pulling her leg
up.  She quickly took the hint and jumped up, hoisting herself into his
strong grasp, one of his arms supporting her back, the other carrying her
by the thigh.

   They kissed with feverish need as he walked her into the main room and,
without any regard for getting the sheets wet, threw her down on the bed.

   "Ooh!" Aria squealed with excitement as Wes, standing by the bed,
splayed her legs apart.  He pulled her closer to him, her pelvis hovering
on the edge, the head of his cock pulsing at the entrance to her sizzling
cunt.

   "Do it, baby!" She said, coiled in the sheets and looking up at him with
an insatiable hunger.  "Fuck meee!"

   There was an edge of pleading to her request, and who was Wes to deny
her?  Holding the back of her knees in his hands so her legs were sticking
straight up, he pressed forward, sinking his shaft inside her.

   "Ssshhhhhhhit!" Wes swore as he pushed in deep.

   "Ohhhhh Gggod that's it!" Aria moaned, twisting her head to the side as
she basked in the feeling of their congress.

   Her hands found his chest and scratched random patterns in it as he
started to push his dick in and out of her, coating it in her thick pussy
fluid.

   "Mmm!  Nmmmh!  Hhhhhhn!" Aria moaned in contentment with each thrust of
Wes's cock, her all-natural breasts falling to either side, bouncing and
jiggling with every hard-driving plunge.

   Aria snaked a hand down to her crotch to play with her clit as Wes
changed the angle of his approach, the engorged head of his cock rasping
along her g-spot.

   "Ffffuck!  Ffffuck meeeeee!  Fuck me hard" Aria cried out, rolling her
thighs in time with Wes, meeting every one of his thrusts with one of her
own.

   Aria squeezed her eyes shut, her head thrashing from side to side as she
revelled in the way Wes was drilling her, hard and merciless, driving her
closer and closer to ecstasy.

   As if sensing how she was feeling, Wes came to an abrupt stop.

   "Whu---?" Aria didn't have the chance to say anything as Wes pushed her
further up onto the bed, keeping his cock inside her as he went with her.
Now also on the bed, he grabbed her by the waist and rolled with her.  In
just a few simple moves Aria was now on top of Wes...and beaming with joy
at the prospect.

   "Mmmm...looking to ride shotgun while I take the driver's seat?" Aria
asked, wiggling her rear on Wes's lap.  During the repositioning, despite
his best efforts, his shaft had slipped from her -- she now took it in
hand, pumping it as she watched his face.

   Wes's expression contorted in sharp pleasure at the feel of Aria jerking
him.  But it was no substitute for Aria herself...

   "Are you going to tease me, or are you going to climb on and fuck me?"
He asked.

   "Just like a photographer.  Always giving directions." Aria said with a
smile, putting one hand on Wes's chest to steady herself and using the
other to position Wes's dick up against her pussy.

   Aria raised her hips, squatting just above Wes's erect member before
pushing down, impaling herself on his long, thick shaft.

   "Hhhhhhnnnnnnnggggggoddd!" Aria threw her head back, her wet hair
curling around her face and shoulders as she started to ride up and down,
her thighs smacking against Wes's.

   "So wet!" Wes murmured through gritted teeth.  "You're so fucking wet
and soft and hot!"

   "Oh God, Wes, you're so big," Aria moaned in reply.  "Filling me up so
goooood!"

   Both her hands scratched into his chest, her arms pressing her giant
tits together as they bounced in time to her sliding on his cock.

   His fingers found her clitoris and demonstrated the same tender
precision as in the shower.  Soon Aria was throwing herself into the act of
fucking him, pounding her ass up and down, her entire body quivering with
the force.

   "Uunnh!  Uuuuunhhh!  Uunh!" She grunted, her cunt muscles working his
cock, massaging and snatching at it as, for his part, he slammed himself up
inside her, the bed rocking beneath them.

   "Fuck, Wes!" She practically screamed.  "Fuck!  I'm going to fucking
cum!"

   "You're going to cum?" He repeated breathlessly.

   He reached up and gripped her breasts, squeezing them tight to keep them
from slapping up and down on her chest, rubbing at them and stroking her
nipples.

   "Yes!" She shrieked.  "You're going to make me cu-cuuummmmm!"

   Her thighs were damp, her skin sweaty, her thigh muscles tight.

   "Let's cum together, Aria.  Let's cum together..." Wes said, the last of
his words drawing out into a long, guttural moan as his muscles constricted
beneath Aria's perfect body.

   She pumped him as hard as she could, feeling the heat quickening within
her, her already juicy cunt growing even wetter as she screamed at the top
of her lungs.

   "Ohhhhhh fffffffffffffffuckkkk!"

   Her skin tingled, her asscheeks clenched, and her pussy spasmed wildly
as she came and came hard.  She pushed down hard on Wes's cock, gripping
his chest hair, throwing her head back and arching her spine, her breasts
bouncing proudly as he bucked beneath her.

   "Oh!  My!  God!" Wes grunted, slamming himself up inside her. 
"Arrrria!"

   His shaft was swollen thick, the head lodged deep within her.  She cried
out in joy as she felt him explode inside her, his hot cum flooding her
pussy.

   "That's it!" She wailed.  "That's it, baby!  Cum inside me!  Cum deep
inside me!"

   "Ssssshhhhhhit!" Wes gasped, shooting load after load into Aria's
welcoming slit, his hands cupping and massaging her tits.

   He leaned up to lick and suckle at her nipples while his cock continued
to twitch and throb inside her.

   Aria giggled delightedly, looping her arms around Wes to pull him closer
as he slid his tongue all over her breasts and kissed at her cleavage,
licking up the driplets of shower water that were still beaded there.

   "Oh, baby..." She murmured, pressing her tits into his face, squeezing
her thighs against his to milk his pulsating dick.  "...That was
incredible!"

   "I've dreamt of that for so long." He said, taking her breasts in hand
while drawing her into a deep kiss.

   "Yeah?" Aria said with a smile, blushing.

   "Yeah," he replied.  "And it was everything I could have wanted.  And
more."

   She grinned, overcome with happiness.  It was strange that she'd been
overlooking something -- someone -- for so long now.

   They lay down on the bed, his shaft still inside her.  When eventually
it slipped from her slit, the combined fluids of their pleasure oozed from
Aria's folds and onto the sheets.

   They talked for hours, curled in each other's arms.  When night fell
they ordered room service, accepting it in their robes, and after they'd
eaten they went to bed early and made love a second time, this time slower
and more pure than the first, savouring every minute of it.

   When they awoke the next day, it was to a relationship that had
inarguably evolved from friendship into something so much more.

   But Wes, ever the professional, couldn't help but assess what they'd
managed to achieve work-wise the previous day.

   "Ah, I'm sorry, Aria," He said as he scrolled through the digital
display on his camera.  "We didn't really get a full set of photos out of
this shoot."

   "No," she said, leaning in to kiss him deeply.  "We got something much
better."

   After they checked out, they left the hotel hand-in-hand.

   Aria thought about the strange directions life could sometimes
take...but she wouldn't have it any other way.