Cámara Sensual (Completed)

Finale - Cámara Sensual (Part One)

Author's Note:  Okay, before we get started the final chapter, I just want to thank each and everyone of you for taking the time to read "Cámara Sensual".  It was the little project that could for me, and I had no idea that so many people would enjoy it.  I want to send a special thanks to everyone who commented so kindly on the story and who helped me along the way.  Finally, I want to send a big shoutout to these writers who helped me along the way with the story.

@aprocne
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You guys have been amazing help and Cámara Sensual, and it wouldn't be the story that it is without you.  I'm really going to miss this story - I hope all of your enjoyed the adventures of Lexie and Vivian.  Maybe I'll post a picture of the certain person who inspired the character of Vivian, though if you've been watching my status updates, you already know who it is (CameoLover93, no spoiling!). 

Without any further ado, here is the final chapter.  With a full heart and a world of gratitude, I thank you all once again.

P.S.  A question you guys asked in the comments is about to be answered.  If you feel disappointed with the answer...my apologies ;)

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"A release form?"

I sat at Vivian's kitchen table, quite confused.  It took a lot of effort to get me in here in the first place.  While I thoroughly enjoyed being a dominant woman on top, it left my legs feeling like jelly and it was exhausting.  A happy, satisfied exhaustion, but exhaustion nonetheless.  Vivian thankfully noticed my plight and helped me get to the kitchen without falling on my face.  But now that I was here, I was puzzled.

"It's not just any form," Vivian began quietly.  "A photo release form.  It's a standard procedure for getting a subject's consent should the photo taken be used for commercial purposes, or in this case, a photo exhibition."

"Ah."  I nod my head.  "That makes sense."  Realization is slow for me.  I blame the mind-blowing sex for that.  "So, why do you need my signature?"

"Because if I'm going to show you off at my exhibition, then I need you to sign on the dotted line."

"Ah."  The wheels start turning in my head, and realization has a little more momentum this time - enough to give me a good smack upside my head.  "Wait a minute? You want to show the pictures you took of me at your exhibition?"

He nods.  "Yes, that's right.  Which is why I need your signature on this form."

"But you can't show those at your exhibition!  Those are..."  I blush at the thought of random strangers seeing my body writing in pleasure with various bodily fluids spattered all over me.  "...private photos."

"I know that."  Always so calm, that one.  "Those aren't the ones I want to feature anyway."

Now, I was really confused.  "But...those are the only ones you've shoot of me."  And then much quieter, "Haven't you?"

I sigh as he reaches over and caresses my check.  I still don't understand what is going on - but oddly enough, I feel like there's nothing to worry about.  "Sign on the dotted line, and you will find out."

My eyes narrow in suspicion.  "Vivian, I don't know..."

"You know, I gave you that same look when you were being so sexy and dominant earlier," he points out.  "I wasn't sure of what to make of you, but I stuck it out, and I'm glad I did."  His fingers drift across my shoulder.  "Besides...if you didn't have any faith in me, you'd have never taken such a big gamble as you did tonight."

Our eyes lock, and for a brief moment, I find it hard to breath.  That mischievous twinkle is still in his eye, and that smile on his face is anything but angelic, but somehow, in the center of my heart, I know that he speaks the truth.  He's so right - I would have never did what I did earlier tonight if there was no semblance of trust in place.  When Elena called me and revealed the model's shady behavior, something inside me awakened.  I'm longer content with resting on my laurels and hoping for the best.  Tonight was the night to make things happen - to take back control of my life after such a long time. 

And lucky for me, Vivian was all to willing to let me have, and for that, I'd always be thankful.

"Are you sure you're twenty-four?" I sighed, reaching for the pen.  In one fluid motion, I sign on that dotted line.  "You may be young and full of cum, but you certainly aren't dumb."

"Thanks - I think."  He takes the release form and slips it into his messenger bag nearby.  "The exhibition is this Saturday, so you won't have to to wait very long.  I don't imagine the wait will torture you as much you tortured me tonight."  I open my mouth to apologize, and he adds, "I never said that I didn't enjoy it!"

"I know you enjoyed it.  You were practically screaming to the entire building about it."

"It was so good, I had to tell the whole world about it.  I mean it when I say you need to do that again.  Fuck, I should buy you a riding crop.  That would make it even hotter."

"Should I buy some black fuzzy handcuffs, a leather corset, and a blindfold, too?"

He's positively beaming.  "You are a woman after my own heart."

You are a woman after my own heart.  The words bounce of the walls of my heart and fill me with unspeakable joy.  I can't help myself.  I kiss him as passionately as I know how to. 

"Careful," he warns pulling away.  "You keep that up, and I'm carry you into that bedroom, no matter what condition your legs are in."

Works for me.  "Is that a promise?"

He's really grinning now.  "Shit, you're going to kill me tonight, aren't you?"

"You're young - you can handle it.  You might have reached your sexual peak, but I'm nowhere near mine.  It could take years to reach the top...and then many more years to come back down.  The question is, can you handle the climb?"

"Hell yes, mistress - I live for the climb, if you didn't already know.  And speaking of climbing..."

He stands up from his chair, walking into the blackness of his apartment.  "Vivian, were are you going?"

"To draw a bath for us," he calls back.  "I want to clean up and get dirty at the same time, if you know what I mean."

Oh my.  Just the thought of it makes my panties wet - wait, I'm not wearing panties.  Even better.

"Can I still be on top?" I ask him.

He laughs.  "I think you better."

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It's one part cleaning and one part lovemaking here in Vivian's lovely tub.  But the lovemaking definitely has the bigger piece of the pie - and I don't mind one bit.

I'm on top of him again, but this time, we face each other. Tendrils of my damp, dark hair brush against his face.  My arms are wrapped around his neck, and my mouth whimpers against his.  His eyes never leave mine as I work my magic - he looks as though he is in complete rapture.

I could stare into his eyes all day.

I feel myself getting closer and closer to that final release when this huge wave of water splashes against me.

"What the hell?" I cry out, blowing the water out of my face.  There's a guilty smirk on his face.  "What did you do that for?"

"I don't want you to come just yet," he says, splashing me some more.  "And this is an effective distraction."

And just like that, we launch into a splashing war.  We're locked together like lovers, but we're having at each other like little children.  He's better at this I am, and before long, I'm begging for mercy. 

"Cut that out!"  I scream out, giggling at the same time.

"Never!" he declares, splashing me even more. 

The commotion is so much that I don't notice him changing our positions.  I gasp when the my back makes contact with the bathtub wall, and Vivian looks down at me with triumphant eyes.

"My turn," he murmurs.  "I always did like water sex."

And now, so did I.

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He leaves early in the morning.  He probably would have left me to rest - I really needed it after last night - but I happen to wake up.

"I've got to get to school to do some last minute work with the exhibit," he tells me quietly.  "You can stay as long as you need to."

"Thank you," I murmur, "I appreciate that.  I promise I'll be gone before you get back."

"You don't have to do that, but then again, if you stick around, I might be too distracted to finish up any last minute work."

I giggle.  "I suppose you would be."

"In any case, I won't be able to see you until the exhibition.  I can't stress to you enough how important this is.  But I need you to be at the exhibition - I really need you there, okay?  It's very important that you be there."

"Umm."  It must have something to do with the mysterious photos he had me sign over.  "I promise, Vivian, I will be there."

"Good.  I don't want to do all this work for nothing."  He kisses my forehead.  "See tomorrow night, you sexy beast."

I'm really enjoying that name.  I never thought I'd ever be considered a "sexy beast", but after last night, it seems quite fitting.  "See you."

He disappears out of his apartment, and find myself slipping back into slumber.  One thing is clear to me - I have to tell him.  I have to tell him how I really feel. I have no idea of what to expect at the exhibition and what he wants me to see, but no matter what happens, I need to get this off my chest.

...I'll try not to let the fear the gnaw at me too much.

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The entire contents of my closet are sprawled all over my bedroom. 

I've never been to a photography exhibition before, so I have no idea of what I am supposed to wear. Do they wear all black to these things?  Or is it something else?  When I graduated from university, we wore whatever we wanted, just as long as it was appropriate.  I'm pretty sure that there's some kind of unspoken dress code surrounding senior shows.

I go on line to get outfit ideas because I'm clueless as to what to wear.

I eventually settle on blush-colored art deco cami and croc-style pencil skirt with a mocha contrast trim cardigan.  I add a black satchel, a gold brooch, black tights, and black booties, and I'm ready for this thing.

No...no I'm not ready for this thing.

I'm still not sure of what I literally signed up for.  I know now that Vivian won't hurt me, and I believe him when he says that the more salacious photos won't be featured tonight.  But what is it that he wants me to see?  And more importantly, will I like what I see?

I am going to tell him how I feel tonight, but I wonder if I will feel the same way after the exhibition.

My cell phone chirps.  It's a message from Vivian, probably at the exhibition right now.

-Breath.  Just Breath.
-Don't worry.  See you soon.

Seriously, how did he know I was freaking out?

With a smile, I tuck my phone into my satchel and prepare for the journey to Sullivan Galleries, where the exhibition takes place.

Well..here goes nothing.

-End of Part One