Touching Shadows

The Italian job

BRITTANY

"We are finished, la petite amie! Come and look at my masterpiece."

I stretched, the walked towards the table, moving carefully around the photography equipment so I could see the monitor screen. Michel scrolled through the latest photos.

Reel after reel of me, in barely-there bikinis. By the pool, in the cabana, on the beach. Multiple angles and poses. The frenchman was very good at what he did, and they were all amazing.

"My juicy peach, you were magnifique!"

I felt him come up close behind me. He ran his fingers through my long hair before grabbing a handful and pulling me closer towards him. My back was against him, his hot mouth on my neck and his hard cock resting between my arse cheeks.

I leaned into him. My barely there bikini bottoms did nothing to stop the sensation of his rigidness against me. I had seen his semi-erect cock while he took photos of me, laid out on an outdoor recliner, lathered in sun tan oil. His kiss on my neck became more forceful.

"Let me have you chérie. Let me take you right here."

I shook my head, giggling.

"Baby, there are people here. I hardly think it's good publicity if I end up on some instagram feed with my photographer fucking me in public. At least take me to the balcony first!"

I turned, so that we were face to face. I subtly ran my index finger down the length of his cock, which was straining through his shorts. He growled, then turned towards one of his assistants.

"You! Sort this out for me. I'm busy for the rest of the afternoon."

He led me by the hand up to the lifts, stopping now and then to grab a handful of breast, or another kiss on the neck. We finally got to my poolside suite and opened the door.

"I'm going to make you scream for me chérie. My imbécile assistant will hear you begging for mercy from down there."

"Don't you always make me scream for you, baby?"

I took him by both shoulders and pushed him down on the king sized bed.

"What are you doing, ma pêche?"

"I've been prancing around all day in this teeny tiny bikini top..."

I shook my large breast at him.

"and these teeny tiny thongs..."

Reaching down, I slid my thumbs under the string and pulled, before releasing it with a snap over my hips.

"... and I just need to get comfortable after a long...hard...day."

I knelt on the bed with one knee on either side of him. My hands ran up his inner thigh. He was visible through his shorts, hard for me. I pouted at him, pretending to think for a moment.

"Does Daddy want to help me take them off?"

Michels hand reached behind me and untied my bikini string expertly. My pert breasts were free, and my rose-coloured nipples were standing to attention. I reached up and massaged them, feeling myself become more and more aroused. Michel laid back and watched me intently.

"Please Daddy, be a good boy and help me with my thong. My hands are a bit busy right now."

He untied the bows on each side of my hips, and then I moved so I was kneeling in front of him, wearing only my 6 inch heels. I ran my hand down over my stomach and between my legs, where I was already wet and ready.