MIKE SMITH
smith1426@yahoo.com
Altered Images (Peaches I)
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Straight
MF, Tease

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I only ever knew her as "Peaches". I knew her for almost 6 months before we met
and didn't know what she looked like. At first I thought she was probably older
than she said (21) and at least 200 pounds, my thought process being, 'Why would
a good looking 21 year-old be talking dirty to me?" I guess it didn't occur to
me that she probably liked it as much as I did.

****

Instant messaging can be more fun than it's inventors ever imagined. Ever since
I met Peaches, we've been e-mailing and spending hours instant messaging,
sharing our experiences and fantasies, all without ever meeting her "in the
flesh". Most of the time we talk about sex and tease each other. Most of the
time I sit with a huge hard on under the desk. Most of the time I have to rush
off to the restroom when she's gone and jerk off. Most of the time she says she
does the same.

Of course, eventually we discussed sending each other pictures. We started out
talking about the usual "snaps", but as was the way with our conversations, we
moved easily into more arousing territory. She was incredibly excited at the
prospect of me sending her a picture of my hard on, so in return I asked if she
could send me a picture of her pussy. Unfortunately, she didn't have a digital
camera so it wasn't an easy thing for her to do. Jokingly I offered to take some
pictures for her. The last thing I expected was her to agree.

It's natural to imagine "Plain Jane" on the other end of the line, responding to
my thoughts, talking about licking the length of my cock, listening to me tell
her how I'd take her from behind while she looked out of the window. Imagination
is a wonderful thing, and mostly the body doesn't know the difference, ask my
cock!

Sure I was looking forward to meeting "Plain Peaches" but I was ready to have my
vision altered from the image in my imagination. What I wasn't ready for was
quite how much those images would be altered.

****

After a couple of weeks, many more hours of messages and working through the
logistics involved, we were set to do the "shoot". I spent hours imagining what
she would look like and I was constantly hard in anticipation of seeing her,
naked and hot. Didn't matter how many times I jerked off, I was still hard at
the prospect. Noting in my experience had ever had that effect. No, I've never
tried Viagra!

We discussed how it would work, how we would meet midway between the 400 miles
we live apart and how she would do anything I asked of her, to get the best out
of our first ever nude photo shoot. For hours I planned how I would get her to
pose, how to strip her clothes for the best effect and, though she didn't know
this, how I would long for her to ask me to join her in a few pictures.

On the appointed afternoon, I checked into the motel an hour earlier than we'd
agreed to meet, paid for the room (for the night, just in case) and dumped my
bag of equipment. I then went downstairs to the lounge, sat by the fire with USA
Today and waited, hoping no one would notice the bulge that was now my constant
companion.

"You must be Mike." She came up from behind me and surprised me. A bigger
surprise waited when I looked around and saw her for the first time. She looked
fantastic, far better than I had ever hoped she would be.

I wanted to sit there and drink in the image of her long black boots, tiny denim
skirt, silky pink shirt, dark blonde hair and wonderful boobs, but as soon as I
locked onto her distracting blue eyes she motioned for me to move. "Let's go."
Peaches was all business, and that was okay by me.

I would've followed that ass to the ends of the world, but she didn't know where
to go so I had to lead the way. I took in some more details as we passed in the
corridor. Peaches was slimmer than I imagined, her hair shorter and her ass much
nicer, round and looking very firm. She had world class boobs, clear skin and
very pleasant features. In short, I wondered what the hell someone with this
good a package was doing in a motel with me.

I wasn't far away from finding out. It was only about 50 yards to the room door.

Once inside I closed the curtains and Peaches sat on the bed. "Is this outfit
okay, you think?" I nodded, still a little lost for words at the prospect of
photographing her in all her considerable glory. For the first time her face
softened, her eyes smiled and I glimpsed her teeth through the intense natural
sheen of her lip-gloss.

I offered her a drink while I unpacked my camera and tripod but she dismissed
the notion with a twitch at the corner of her mouth and, "I'm fine." She
examined her fingernails, playing with each finger in turn and I imagined those
hands around me, easing me towards release. I wondered just how much of this I
could take.

She stood beside the bed for the first few shots, smiling for the camera,
inclining her head and almost beckoning the camera to come closer. She pushed at
the back of her hair, mussed it a little and gave me a very hot look when I
asked her to sit on the bed now.

She did and while I bent down to adjust the tripod she opened her legs and let
me glimpse up her skirt. Nirvana was a wonderfully white g-string that, even in
the shadows, showed off the contours of her pussy lips. I managed to snap that
enticing pose before she closed them again.

I instructed her to start slipping her shirt off, slowly, shoulders first. She
unbuttoned, pulled down and smoldered at the lens until her white silk bra was
all she had on above the waist. She held each breast through her bra in turn,
then both, pushing upwards to maximize her cleavage and the camera approved.

We didn't talk much during the whole shoot, but I was almost incapable of words
when she unclipped and let her bra fall on the bed. I'm sure I saw her smile
directly at the bulge in my trousers as she alternately tweaked the left and
right nipple, holding up the left one for special attention. They were lovely,
nicely proportioned 34Cs and already looking very excited, nipples perky and
hard.

I took some pictures as she seductively pulled off her boots one by one, then
turned around so I got the best view of her ass as the skirt fell away. By now I
was harder than I'd ever known, straining in my jeans and throbbing at the
images playing out in front of me. That smile was back as she hooked her thumbs
into the sides of her panties and inched them down, teasing. Again she turned
away as her ass was bared, then she came back to face me and display a perfectly
shaved pussy. This was beyond even my wildest dreams.

As she knelt on the bed I asked her to touch herself. Obediently she placed one
hand over her pussy and one hand cupping her breast. I had to reach down and
adjust my hard on a little, I was struggling too much at that point. She
noticed. "Having a little trouble there?" I nodded. "Why don't you take it out?
That'll make you feel better, won't it?" I nodded again, my imagination
beginning to shut down as this reality put it to shame.

I reached down, unzipped my jeans and pulled out the largest hard on I'd ever
owned. The head was red and engorged from all the recent action it had seen but
the super-hard shaft trust it up and away from my jeans as though it had a nose
for Peaches' pussy. I swear you could see it throb and twitch as she looked at
it. "There, I'm sure that's better. It looks much happier now."

"Well, sort of." I managed, knowing the only real solution was to blow me a wad
of cum as soon as possible.

"Right, back to work." She knelt, facing away from me on all fours and offered
the camera her pussy and ass for a close up. Then a shot with her finger gently
tracing down the crease. Next she turned around and used her fingers to pull her
pussy lips apart, displaying a nice shade of pink that matched her fingernails.
As I closed in for another close up I noticed that she was very moist indeed and
the sweet smell of her love juice was beginning to invade the air wonderfully.

We were almost finished with our pre-arranged routine for the shoot, but I
decided to ask for one final little treat that we'd not discussed. "Can you put
a finger in for me? The middle one would be great." Peaches smiled again and
slowly buried her finger inside herself, closing her eyes and sighing with
pleasure as it went in all the way. I watched as her finger disappeared and
imagined my cock following the same path. I couldn't help but think that was
exactly where we were heading.

A thought ran through my head: "Here I am taking pictures of a beautiful and
very sexy woman with a huge hard on sticking out of my jeans. It was absurd and
incredibly horny all at once.

I took the last few shots moving the camera and tripod around the bed while
Peaches played with herself and my cock stood to rigorous attention. As if I
needed any more arousal, it was an incredible rush to know that she could look
over and see just what was waiting for her, should she need something to fill
her own needs. Once or twice I just had to reach down and give myself a little
consoling tug. Surely it wouldn't be long now before she invited me to join her?

For the final shot Peaches looked at the camera, plunged her finger into her
mouth, slowly withdrew it and finished up with a couple of licks. It was the
perfect finish to the shoot and I couldn't wait to see the outcome. I also
couldn't wait to savor the taste that she got from that finger.

"Right, I'll just download these to the laptop and cut you a disc." I tried to
sound as normal as possible, but my hard on, still springing around outside my
jeans, was now straining my vocal chords.

I made every pretense at being professional, sat down at the laptop and began
the download from the memory cards. I didn't know what to expect but was betting
on either Peaches starting to put her clothes back on, or her coming over to
take care of the excited state I was in. All she needed to do was ask, I
would've taken care of her too. The images flicked across the screen as I
watched them and imagined what how deep my cock would be slipping into her pussy
as soon as she asked. She did ask, but not the question I was expecting.

"I'm pretty horny after all that. Do you mind if I bring myself off?"

I guess I must've nodded or something, my tongue being as tied as it was, for
she lay back on the bed and began massaging herself, one hand on her boob,
another gently stroking her clit. I watched as Peaches closed her eyes and
continued to excite herself. When she took the hand away from her boob and
brought it down to insert a finger into her pussy I thought I was going to
unload right there. Balls weren't designed to take this sort of pressure. I was
torn between joining her, jerking myself off, and preserving myself for what was
surely inevitable. I held back, amazingly.

As she pushed and pulled her middle finger in and out of her pussy she worked
her clit with little circular motions of her other hand and before long I heard
a couple of small moans come from the part of her throat I wanted to examine
with the head of my cock. I held my hard on tightly as she moaned some more and
watched intently as she held her breath, increased her hand movements, tensed
her whole body across the bed and then let out a long sigh of relief. She opened
her eyes, just to make sure I had watched every move. "That's better."

For her maybe! I could've powered a locomotive with the steam I was building up
by then. Still, without an invite I would never touch her, that was not part of
the agreement.

As I burned the photographs onto a CD for her, Peaches slowly got dressed, at
one point bending over to pull on her g-string, giving me one final look at that
wonderful pussy between her ass cheeks. The disk popped out of the drive right
on cue as she walked towards me fully clothed again. With a softer smile than
I'd seen before, Peaches took the disk from my hand and said, "Thanks."

I watched incredulously as she turned towards the door, leaving me and my hard
on stunned that she could walk away from us in this state. She almost got as far
as the door when she turned back. "Oh, I forgot." She walked back to me, reached
up to offer me a peck on the cheek, and let her hand wander the length of my
hard on with the lightest of touch. "You were great."

Then she really was gone. Not even pausing too look back from the door, it
closed and Peaches took the most highly charged sexual hour of my whole life
with her.

There wasn't much time to linger on the disappointment of her leaving, as my
friend hanging out of my jeans was desperate for some attention, even more so as
the thought of Peaches' touch lingered. I quickly set the laptop to play a
slideshow of the photos I'd just taken and settled back to enjoy Peaches for the
second time. As I massaged my throbbing hard on I thought of her hand working
the shaft and her lips closing over the head. Of course I didn't get far through
the slideshow when that familiar feeling washed over me and I spurted release
like never before. It was my turn to lie back on the bed and sigh, my cock
feeling a little less pressured, but still hard and obviously ready for more.

****

Hardly a day goes by now I don't look through my pictures of Peaches and get
hard at the thought of that afternoon. We still talk on IM a lot, nearly always
mentioning the photo shoot.

"Did you have a good time in the motel room when I was gone?" She asked.

"Sure did. You should've stuck around and watched."

"I like to use my Imagination. I thought about you as I drove home and had to
pull over. I imagined it was your fingers inside me."

"I imagined it was your hand on me." Like, all the time.

"In some ways it was. That's what's good about this IM thing,imagination. Our
own imagination never disappoints us."

It was hard not to agree with her, hard not to wish I'd been able to prove her
wrong, and just plain hard again at the thought of her.

I still have every one of those images, not one of them altered in any way, none
except the image in my mind. Now when I'm telling Peaches how I'm fucking her
and slapping her ass as I cum, she knows exactly what she's getting and I know
exactly what I'm having. All in the imagination, the enhanced imagination.

(for KM)

Mike Smith

Smith1426@yahoo.com

All comments welcome.