A Room With A Voyeur

A family holiday with my dad and his mid-life crisis younger gf wasn’t my idea of the ideal Easter away, but I’ve been trying to be a better person recently (don’t laugh) and put aside my differences with his choice of partner. Besides, they’d decided on a hiking trip to Scotland and getting out into the countryside for some peace and quiet would be great for me to clear my head and do some writing. Just no hiking, I hate hiking. They were fine with that, happy that I was coming for the trip at least.

By the end of the 8 hour drive I was regretting my decision but biting my tongue all the same. We arrived at the remote BnB guesthouse in the early evening, we were the only people staying on the small property, with the husband and wife owners and their menagerie of cats and dogs. We arrived to be welcomed by the husband, a burly bearded man who looked like your typical highland Scotsman but was actually English. He informed us that we could take our pick of rooms as the place was empty and that unfortunately his wife was with an ill family member so we might have to deal with a limited service. That suited us all fine, they just wanted to hike and I just wanted to be left alone. After the first conversation with the husband I knew that was going to be a tall order.

Neil the owner was a classic know it all, no matter what the topic of conversation he had an opinion and he had no off switch whatsoever. Our initial encounter with him lasted 20 minutes even though we were in the doorway holding all our bags. When I first spoke to him during that conversation, I was wearing a pair of denim shorts and a tight vest with a bit of cleavage and he had replied almost exclusively to my boobs at one point. I thought that was a pretty hilarious move to pull off in front of my dad and as the owner of the BnB but he couldn’t stop. I figured that this guy probably doesn’t get to see enough flesh for his liking, not the unwrinkled kind anyway lol. He was doing it to my dad’s gf too and I could tell she had noticed and wasn’t drawing attention to it but was clearly a little flattered and was returning a smile or two to him. Either way, I thought Neil was going to provide me with some great material to write about during the stay, just not in the way I expected!

The old folks had decided to get into the countryside straight away, my dad texted me and told me they were outside leaving and I should say bye. I popped my head out of my room, I saw the owner hovering at the top of the stairs looking out the window and started thinking of how to avoid getting trapped in another one of his conversational black holes. As I crept up on him hoping to slip past him unnoticed, I saw he had a huge 35mm camera with a telescopic lens pointed out the window. He was feverishly snapping away 10’s of pictures a second like the paparazzi. I curiously peered over his shoulder looking into the body of the camera to see the display and saw that he was snapping away at my dad’s gf. She had donned her Lycra hiking outfit and I guess that was pretty revealing to him. I stood transfixed watching him hungrily snap away, his focus had shifted from her bent over arse to her crotch, I watched and giggled to myself as he zoomed in and blew up what was her clearly visible camel toe. I was highly amused and also hit by a slight wave of jealousy – shouldn’t he be interested in the young student girl not the older milf? I definitely knew I could have some fun with this and didn’t want to bust him just yet, so I tip toed back to my room and slammed the door loudly and began slowly walking back out to the stairs. By the time I reached the stairs again he had gone. I said goodbye to my folks and headed back to my room to plot my gameplan, how was I going to play this one, I had him totally red-handed. I was immediately considering blackmail of some sort but what did he have that I would want in return for keeping his dirty secret? I also knew I wanted this dirty little perv's attention firmly fixed on me, it would mostly be him and me alone for the next couple of days so things were completely open for some seriously fun flirting and manipulation, I just have to not get caught and not go too far I told myself.
Got it.

I stripped off quickly and grabbed the towel from the bed and wrapped myself up in it, making sure to lower it a little more than necessary to reveal some cheeky cleavage. I walked to the bathroom and dumped my wash bag and made a token attempt to switch the bathtub tap to shower mode.

“Hey, excuse me, hey Neil can you come help me quickly, please!”

I heard footsteps downstairs and quickly asked him if he could come and help me work the shower then caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, making sure I still looked the part. I could hear him mumbling something innate about the instructions being in the manual blah blah blah, as he neared the door. He entered the room and I jumped back into the ditsy character I was cultivating. I clutched my towel tightly to give the impression I was vulnerable and didn’t want to flash him any flesh by mistake, but also draw attention to the fact I was clearly naked underneath. I turned the tap on and blurted out “not sure what to do next”. He sheepishly slid past me and flicked the shower mode on quickly, so I took the opportunity to move closer to him, sidling up to him to “see for myself”. He turned back not knowing that I was right next to him now, I was bent over looking into the tub and his face popped backwards at boob level, so close he was almost touching my chest. His eyes shot out of his head as he gleefully ogled my cleavage from his point blank vantage point, while he stuttered out a far too detailed explanation of the shower mechanism. “Oh cool thanks” I said, “I can take it from here” I giggled in my ditsy tone as I ushered him out and thanked him again, his eyes still devouring every inch of flesh I was affording him a view of. Round one in the bag I chuckled to myself.

After I nice refreshing shower I readied myself for round two. I left my hair a little wet and donned a matching lacy black thong and bra set, topped off with my silky black satin dressing gown, tied far too tightly to show off a little of my curves. I marched downstairs confidently, straight into the kitchen and asked Neil if he could make me a cup of tea. I was casually brushing my hair and letting it flow about from side to side but his eyes were firmly fixed on my body, desperately trying to steal a glimpse inside of my gown or up underneath it. His eyes were boring into me, driving my nipples up to firm attention initiating a wave of self conscious horniness that almost derailed my plan. He began making the tea as I moved in for the kill.

“Can I ask you something? Are there any good places to shop in that town nearby?” He ran off a detailed list of all the women’s clothing shops, thank god there were only 3 of them or I’d have been there all day.

“Cool, would you mind driving me over there after I get dressed?” He was taken aback and a little affronted at my forwardness.

“No... I can’t just leave this place.” Wrong answer Neil.

“Well actually I’m thinking you can and you will because I don’t think my dad would appreciate knowing about those pics you took of his gf’s camel toe earlier on, do you?”

Now he was really lost for words, I wondered if for the first time in his life? His face began to redden, the shame, embarrassment and panic all setting in at once.

“Don’t worry, I don’t care about his gf, I don’t actually like her and don’t really want to tell my dad. I’m guessing you take secret pics of all the female guests and I wouldn’t want to ruin the collection.”

I paused for a second to gauge his reaction - he was quite clearly still in shock.

“So I’m thinking you drive me over to town, we check out some clothing shops together, you reward me for my secret keeping abilities with some nice new clothes I pick out, sounds fair right?”

I, I, I...

“Let me stop you before you try and say something stupid, you have too much to lose and nothing to gain from me letting the cat out of the bag, what’s a few hundred quid to keep this lovely little life you’ve made for yourself from imploding.

K, I’ll be back down in a bit, please be ready to go, thanks.”

I beamed a smile out as he stood in the corner of the room, shaking and trying to figure out what had just happened. I ran into my room and slammed the door shut behind me, pressing my back up against the door, I squealed a little, the pure exhilaration of what had just unfolded getting to me. I hastily headed back downstairs, hurrying to eliminate any opportunity for Neil to think through the situation.

Neil was sitting looking into space, still visibly stunned but nervously toying with his car keys in his hand.
‘Cool you’re ready, let’s go and have some fun with your credit card’ I joked. He didn’t seem capable of mustering a smile.

“Wait, how do I know you won’t keep blackmailing me, where will this end if I pay you once?”
I walked over to him and put my hand on his reassuringly.

“I don’t want to hurt you, I promise this will all be over as soon as I leave in a few days and if you go along with everything I ask, I guarantee you will have some fun too. Now come on lets go, the shops are a’ waiting!”

He plodded out to his car and opened the door for me. I slinked into the passenger seat and played with the radio. Neil was still upset but still not averse to gawping at my bare legs, his eyes wandering up my calves and up to my thighs at every traffic light. He was such a helpless perv, I wanted to tell him how much I loved his prying eyes but I doubted it would make any difference, he was a shameless voyeur.

We arrived at the first shop, it was terrible, full of beige granny wear from the last century. I laughed and shook my head at Neil, “na uh, this won’t do.”

We moved down the small high street to the second shop, it was a little better but the clothes were still pretty basic and gross. They did have a 3 for 2 offer on panties, so I dragged him over to the lingerie section much to his embarrassment and started rifling through the selection. There was a cute pair of satin French knickers, a pair of floral boy shorts and a nice pair of high legged lacy blue knickers. I grabbed my selection and dragged him towards the checkout girl. I could see his confidence shrinking and his face beginning to redden again. He was dying as the seconds drew on, he literally could not run out of that place fast enough and was half way down the street to the car when I caught up with him.

“Did you think that was it, 40 quid doesn’t even come close to covering it.”

“Ok please, no more knickers and let’s get this over with quickly, there’s only one more shop, please hurry up this is so embarrassing.”

“Ok, relax, its fine no one knows why you’re doing this, you could be a kind relative, family whatever, just relax it’ll be fine and I’ll be done soon.”

The next shop was awesome, brimming with cute outfits and surprisingly fashionable pieces for a small town in the Scottish highlands. I started grabbing things from the racks, using Neil as my personal clothes horse to mule around my haul. I dragged him to the changing room and made him hand over my bounty to the assistant. As she took the outfits into the dressing room for me, I whispered in his ear;

“Do you want to come and check out some of the outfits, or shall I come out and show you them?”

“Please god no, just hurry up and buy what you want, just today, this it and then we’re done.”

“Fine, just relax and chill, I might be a little while.”

I took my time and made sure I got all the right sizes and fits, then returned with a smile. “I’m gonna take them all” I nonchalantly told the assistant as I exited the changing room. Ooh awesome they have Calvin Klein sets. I’d had my eyes on getting some ck thongs and bra tops but they were a little pricey for my budget. I grabbed a grey bralet and thong set, and added a black bralet and white thong to my stash.

“Please no more underwear, I can’t take much more of this.”

“Seriously relax, or I will make a huge scene and I don’t think you want me spilling the beans here do you?”

I was getting a little angry now, he was starting to try my patience. Smile and get ready to pay, I barked at him in a curt whisper.

That’ll be 3 hundred and 78 pounds altogether. Neil’s face was bright red, partly through anger, partly through the embarrassment.

“Don’t worry, I whispered, I probably won’t keep it all, I do this all the time and just take back what I don’t want later, it’s fine.”

He handed over his card and mopped his sweating brow.

Can you carry the bags please, I smiled at him. He mustered half a smile and obliged.

We got back to the car and he slammed the boot full of clothes shut. He didn’t speak to me the whole ride home but I didn’t care. My dad was back when we arrived at the guesthouse, so I told Neil to keep the clothes in the car til later and not to act weird.

“You just did a really nice thing, took me for a drive and showed me around the town centre, be happy and act normal!”

He nodded, taking a deep breath before heading in. My dad and his gf were going to get an early night, they wanted to get an early start and see the sunrise on their hike. I assured them I’d be fine hanging out with Neil and would find something to do tomorrow, not to worry. Of course I already knew exactly what I wanted to do. After they’d gone to bed I asked Neil to get my clothes and bring them to my room. I decided I’d teased and tortured him enough for one day, so let him off easy for the rest of the night. I retired to my room early and had to use all my willpower not to play with myself, the intense naughtiness of the earlier shopping trip and having him eating out of my palm giving me plenty of food for naughty thoughts.

By the time I woke the next day my folks had already left, they’d be out all day and I would be free to execute stage 3 of my master plan. Neil had breakfast waiting for me when I came down, again in my satin dressing gown. He was barely making eye contact with me, he was so dejected and defeated, I felt like I’d broken him a little.

“So today I have a few things planned that you’re gonna need to help me with.”

“Please, I can’t take much more of this.”

“Don’t worry, didn’t I promise today would be fun?”

“Ok, what do you need?”

“Well first I need you to bring me that camera of yours, I wanna see the pictures.”
Neil begrudgingly obliged. “Here.”
I flicked through the pics, amusing myself at the voyeuristic tendencies he’d clearly been hiding for many, many years.

“You’re great at taking these pics, you have a great eye for seeing the dirty, sexier side of female beauty. I’m gonna need to take advantage of that. I love the way you look at me, deep stares at my body all the time, totally objectifying every inch of me, it’s very powerful and very pleasing. So I want to take advantage of not only that but your clear skills with the camera.”

Neil looked completely perplexed. “I don’t understand?”

“Remember all those clothes we bought yesterday, we’re going to do a photoshoot in that beautiful back garden of yours called nature. I’m going to pose in each outfit and you’re gonna make me look sexy as fuck, is that cool, do you think you can do that?”

For the first time in the last 24 hours Neil looked relaxed. “Er, sure, yeah ok.” He flipped back into normal mode, asking me a bunch of technical photography questions that I didn’t really understand. It was nice to see him back and he was clearly in his element.

It was a bright sunny day, moderately warm for the time of the year and how far north we were. I’d grabbed all my make-up and shoes I’d brought as well as a couple of my own pieces and dropped them in the back of the car. Neil was waiting in the driver’s seat.
“Where are we going?”
“That’s your call, we need to be somewhere beautiful with a great backdrop but nice and secluded so we don’t get disturbed.”

“Actually there’s a small bit of woodland that opens up onto a mini lake just behind our bnb, only myself and the neighbours ever go there and most of them are away for Easter.”

“Sounds awesome, lets head over there then.” 5 minutes later we were at the end of the dirt track, almost at the lake which was as beautiful as described.

“Ok, you go set up the camera and tripod and I will get changed into my first outfit.”

I climbed in the back and started to disrobe and find my first couple of outfits. True to form I saw Neil setting up but also trying to grab a few secret pics of me changing. I laughed out loud - this guy literally hasn’t learned his lesson at all I thought. I hopped out of the car a few minutes later, my first choice was a denim jumpsuit, skin tight that really showed of my curvy hips and big chest. I tied the built in belt extra tightly around my waist and tottered over to Neil’s position in my 6 inch heels.

“Ok, I really need you to take control and get me into the positions that are gonna make me look really hot, I want those sexy pics you’re so good at capturing ok, please don’t be shy.”

He was still a little nervy, checking over his shoulder for passers-by, a quite fruitless task, we were literally in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by a protective forest and the remoteness of nature. The sun was shining brightly now but it was still a crisp and brisk morning, there was little breeze but the songs of the birds seemed to be carrying on what little wind there was. After a few moments of lens adjusting I heard the familiar click of his shutter. His body language was becoming more relaxed as he slipped into classic photographer poses, his arms and eyes moving in tandem. I wondered what the pictures were like so far?

“How am I looking, let me see.”

He jogged over to me and held the back of the camera to my face.
“Hmmm ok, let me try and few more then we’ll do a different outfit.”
I threw my hair back of my face and struck a more forced pose, my back arched, my bum protruding noticeably and my chest lowered provocatively.

That’s better he said.

I smiled broadly and gave him what I hoped would be a smouldering look. The shutter responded with faster clicks in approval. Without breaking my pose I reached up to the zip dangling just below my neckline. Yoink. I pulled it down in slow motion, like a bead of sweat slowly trickling down my chest. I saw his eyes swell for a moment, the shutter fell silent. My fingers arrived at their destination, my zip fully lowered to just above my midriff, the lacy peaks of my bra partially exposed. His arms and feet once again moved in tandem as he sought the best angles to force his telescopic lens passed the opening of the jumpsuit.
Wow, yes, that’s very good. He tentatively praised, still taking great care to be respectful.

“Right, that’s probably good for that outfit, let’s try another.”

He didn’t protest, I took his lack of remonstration as a sign he’d gleaned some good material from that last little pose. I wobbled back to the car as fast as I could, eager to feed his camera’s thirst and try out my next look on him. It was time to up the stakes, no flesh yet I thought but let’s get a little more suggestive.
A few minutes later I strode out past him in my little heeled boots, the blue pencil skirt clinging to my figure and the black skin tight body snugly clasping my upper half. It probably didn’t look like much from the back but I was sure when I turned around he’d be happy with my choice and the camera would love it. I took a moment to purse my lips and prepare my best pout, the taste of lipstick softly making its way into my mouth. I span round into my fiercest model pose. This time he froze, a slight gasp leaving his open, gobsmacked mouth, he was literally speechless. The blue skirt had a zip all the way up the front and I’d pulled it up far higher than it was intended to be, giving him a great look at the insides of my fleshy thighs, black heeled ankle boots rounding off the cheekiness of my bare legs. His eyes made their way all the way up the opening of the skirt before jumping like 2 giant fleas to my chest. The front of the body featured a low cut lace tie up, the ribbons tied loosely in a zig zag pattern offering ample views of my cleavage, unblocked by any bra. My nipples were firmly poking out from underneath the body’s almost sheer material, the combination of the cold and my increasing horniness. His camera happily swung back into motion, loudly clicking away, devouring the angles I was affording him to perv over my braless chest and exposed thighs.

“Make sure you use that zoom of yours, I’m not wearing a bra so...”

“Yes, yes I am, thank you.”

The thank you was the first sign that he was allowing himself to enjoy this, allowing himself to feel turned on. Time to tease him a little more.

“Ok let me try something,” I demanded as he seemed to have gotten his fill of hard nipple and fleshy inner thigh. I pulled the zip a little further up, just enough to get my hand under my skirt and reach for the fastenings on the body. I stretched the gusset away from my pussy, holding it in view for him outside of my skirt. I heard the telephoto lens zoom to its fullest length as I delicately popped open each of the 3 buttons, 1 pop, 2 pop, 3 pop, then let the open body hang down, poking out from beneath my skirt.

“I bet that looks pretty suggestive right?”

“Yes, positively. 1 hundred percent, it looks excellent, I mean perfect, suggestive, yes.”

I beamed a wide smile back at him as he contorted his body, desperate to find an angle where my camel toe might be exposed, to no avail for now. Seconds later I shortly and sweetly said “good, time for my next look.” He was visibly flustered by now, but still remaining ever professional and courteous, he would make a really good photographer I thought.

He was adjusting his camera lens when I slinked past him in my next ensemble, a short baby doll floral dress and wedge heels. It wasn’t really my style, my short height and ample curves kind of makes these wide fitted dresses look awkward on me, and the buttoned down white collar was a little too hipster for my taste. I’d chosen this specifically for one reason only, the opportunity for a little cheeky upskirt, pardon the pun of course! The tight fit on the top half was flattering without being slutty, but the dress barely covered the tops of my thighs and with me teetering on high heels along with the gentle breeze would make this a super sexy look. Neil seemed to have noticed that instantly, his pervy instincts homing in on my bottom half. I smiled patiently as I waited for him to make his move, there we go, he dropped to the floor crouching to “get a better angle”. I played along happily, holding the ends of my dress in my fingertips and gently pulling them aside and slightly upwards. I continued my homage to Marilyn Monroe, flirting with the camera, blowing air kisses and squeezing my chest together with my elbows. As the shutter clicked away the camera lapping up my poses, I turned my back to Neil and flirtatiously lifted the back of my skirt a little revealing the bright blue lacy high legged thong I’d bought the day previously. Neil sucked his breath in disbelievingly but after a brief pause I heard the shutter click again at a greater pace than usual. Louder too, he was obviously getting close enough for a good look up underneath my skirt.

“Are you getting a good eyeful?” I shamelessly asked.

“Er yes, if that’s ok? That’s what you wanted right, sexy, so I er, thought it would be ok to get a few pictures of your bottom, I’m really sorry...”

“As long as it looks sexy, then that’s what I’m after.” I quickly interrupted to put him out of his tentative misery and make sure he continued feasting his lens on my exposed butt cheeks.

He asked me to dance and skip around in the long grass so he could get some nice motion shots of my dress billowing up and we found a style and gate that I pretended to climb with my dress fully lifted over my bum. Neil had found his creative confidence and was now ordering me around like an art director on set, much to my amusement and enjoyment, exactly what I’d hoped for. Thoroughly satisfied with his work, Neil suggested I try the next outfit, if I had any left. I assured him I had one or two things I could work with, knowing full well I had still had a couple of surprises in store for him.

I returned to our makeshift shoot a few minutes later, this time in the long sleeved denim dress I’d bought with him. On its own it probably wouldn’t be that sexy but I’d deliberately bought a size too small and accordingly it was riding nice and high up on my thighs like the last dress and the fully buttoned front was almost bursting from chest pushing the buttons apart at my cleavage. My little ankle boots again gave me that perfect fuck me look finish. We took a few tester pics but I could tell Neil felt this outfit was a let down after the upskirt antics of the previous baby doll dress. Patience I thought to myself.

“Can I have a quick peek at how I look?” Sure, he responded bringing the camera over to me.

“Ok, I think I need to have my hair up in this one.” I quickly pulled my hair up into a knot and held it in place above my head.

“How does this look, take a quick pic so I can see.” He duly obliged and swivelled the camera around again to show me.

“Ok that’s perfect for the hair but I think I need to be more revealing again, like in the last pics, what do you think?”

“Oh yes, yeah, of course, the last pics were fantastic, we could totally go for something like that.”

Ok, I said as I began tying my hair in place with a clip and the hair band I was precariously holding in my mouth and speaking through. “Can you help me, my hands are full while I’m sorting my unruly hair out.”

“Sure he said, how?”

“Here, can you undo the bottom button on my dress, thanks.”

He paused and then stared at my face intently in shock. I carried on fixing my hair as if I’d just made the most normal request.

He was still frozen. I widened my stance a little to allow his hands more freedom to move between my legs without the risk of brushing up against my soft fleshy inner thighs. He gingerly moved his hands into position and began fumbling with the button, he was too nervous and trying to do it too quickly, exactly as I’d expected and it meant his fingers were lingering in my crotch as I held my legs open. The thought of that and how premeditated this had all been hit me and I felt gentle tingles in my groin, mmm don’t dribble on his fingers now I reminded myself, not yet at least. I smiled to myself almost laughing out loud at that last thought. He finally popped the button open and looked up at me for approval or maybe for dismissal as he was extremely jittery and clearly wanted this awkward moment to end. I, on the other hand, did not want it to end at all.

“Thanks that looks better, now undo my top button too.”

His hands moved quickly up to the button, his mouth silent but ajar, he was still shaky and desperate not to make eye contact. I had actually finished doing my hair and was now standing in a commanding and relaxing position with my fingers sunk into the back of my locks, my chest puffed out as this man I was controlling fumbled about my body, anxious not to touch me overtly or offend me.
I anticipated the pop of the first button perfectly and on cue advised Neil, ok now pull the lapels open a little,

“how does that look?”

He swallowed hard, a cartoonlike gulp visible in his throat. “Er yes, that looks incredible.”
The top of the grey quill Calvin Klein bralet was now visible, my boobs pressed tightly into the plunging heather sweatsuit material, squished up into a bouncing cleavage from the lack of support.
“I think one more button would look better. Can you?” I asked, imploring him to continue and smirking to myself again as he duly obliged. My bra was now completely on view, the bulging cleavage there for him to snap away at in all its glory. He paused again taking in the view.

“Ok and one more button at the bottom.”

He reached in to my lower regions again, this time more clumsily as he didn’t notice me bending my knees to widen my legs a little. The back of his right hand brushed roughly against my inner thigh, his hands were ice cold, yet somehow clammy enough to almost stick to my skin like glue. The freezing cold jolt of his touch shot through my body like lightning.

Ooooh I yelped as I tried to bite my lip and suppress the wave of excitement piercing from my thigh to my pussy, my knee buckling slightly and knocking me off balance. I fell into him a tad and grabbed onto his arms with both hands to steady myself, blowing the facade that I still was doing my hair and needed his help. My boobs crushed against his chest, my nipples clawing at his body they were so rigid and swollen. I felt his icy hand trapped between my legs, hastily slapping against both thighs, before freeing itself from my leg and brushing against the fabric of my panties.

“Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorr...”

“Haha no problem that was my fault, no balance in these boots.” I held his arms firmly as he fumbled around finally freeing the button, it was all I could do to concentrate and slow the trickle of juice that was pouring its way through my pussy. Please god, do not let me dribble on his hand! That would definitely not be the right signal and I was sure it would send his nervous awkward married self running for the hills. I felt a little rush of blood to my cheeks and knew it would be captured on camera preserving the memory of what had just happened forever.

Ok lets shoot he barked as he broke free from my grip. I smiled and pouted my way through the next few minutes, taking time to bend and force my body into extra revealing angles for him, though somewhat worried that my panties might have a dark patch that might be on view now or very soon, I just hoped it was buried out of sight under my crotch. I knew we must be getting amazing pics from his smile so it was time to really go for it.

Stop a sec....I reached down to my waist and began undoing the last of the done up buttons and holding the denim dress in place. There we go.

His jaw was well and truly on the floor now, I could tell he was shocked, maybe embarrassed, he felt he shouldn’t be there, or shouldn’t be looking but couldn’t take his eyes of me. I decided to milk the attention. I purposely adjusted my bra, pulling the elastic of the top away giving him an extra glimpse into my pillowy breasts which his camera snapped up instantly. Then back to the usual poses, bending over to stick my bum out, leaning down to show more cleavage, holding the sides of the open dress as I did so. Finally I turned half away from him, slipped the dress tails up over my hips and bent my back out to show him a good slice of my bum cheek that was exposed by the tight g string. He was lapping it up, moving closer to me to get a better angle, never hesitating to zoom in or dive lower to get an upshot. I turned fully from him and pulled the dress tails above my arched back, giving him a full and unrestricted view of my cheeky thonged bum. As I looked over my shoulder I noticed a bulge forming in his jeans, the unmistakeable outline of his hardening dick, straining to find enough space to get erect in his underpants, forced to bend sideways. It looked like a nice dick too, chubby and bulbous. I think I must’ve stared a little too hard as he suddenly said we should start packing up, the weather would change soon.

“Oh sure yeah, if you think we’ve got good shots?”

“Yes they’re going to be amazing.”

“Ok hold that thought, I have one last look, won’t take me a minute.”

But, but...He tried to protest but I was already half way to the car and I was being truthful, this outfit would take two seconds to put together, especially since I was half out of the other one. Already. I reached the car and threw the denim dress off, reached for the next outfit and back to him barefoot in a matter of seconds.
My final outfit was a very cutesy denim dungaree skirt, it was nice playful but with no top on underneath, it was now transformed into something a lot sexier with the ck bralet and my now hard nipples poking through on full view behind the denim straps. Immediately his camera homed in on my nipples. I playfully responded by pulling the denim straps to and fro, sometimes obscuring his view, other times affording him a better look. By now my knickers were suitably wet so keeping the focus on the top half of my body was a priority, so at the point that he stooped below me to get an upshot or possibly and upskirt I panicked a little.

“Stop a sec please, I need to readjust.”

Shit. I didn’t want him to see how soaked my panties were, how much I was getting off on this, it was meant to be modelling in his eyes, not me living out a naughty fantasy. I turned my back to him and paused, desperately thinking of a quick reason why I needed to adjust. Before I knew it my hand had reached over to the denim strap hung over my right shoulder and undone it.

“Hmm, that’s not really improved the look, I needed to do something and quick.”

Fuck it, the lights dying out, he wants to leave, I want one last thrill...I slipped the ck bra over my right shoulder and pulled the denim strap back up, then repeated the process on the other side and pulled my bra up off over my head. I put the straps strategically back in place so that they were just about covering my rock hard nipples and slipped my arm underneath my boobs for a little extra support. I was now completely topless in front of him, my big voluptuous breasts resting on my folded arms, offering him unfettered access to my cleavage, sideboob, underboob, every kind of boob angle this highly skilled and experienced pervert could want. His camera was wildly clicking in appreciation of my strip. He approached me and hovered just a few millimetres away from my exposed breasts, focusing in tightly for extreme close ups of my bare chest. Every angle he could think of he jumped to. I thoroughly let myself go, a broad smile and look of lust crossing my face as he lapped up everything my body had to offer. I slid a strap off my shoulder as one last treat, letting my nipple escape the small amount of cover the denim had been offering. Neil greedily snapped faster, closer, his camera almost touching my titty as he furiously buzzed around me. A red light began to flash on his camera, “oh no the light!” Neil screamed out in frustration.

“I’m sorry that’s all I can do here, the lights gone and it’s getting darker by the second....maybe we can continue this at the house...”

“Nah, I think I’ve got what I needed now, thanks though” I casually retorted crushing his confidence again.

I sauntered off back to the car, giggling and beaming a grin to myself, I couldn’t believe how much of a turn on the last 24 hours had been, so hot and so empowering, I was brimming with joy and felt like such an alpha woman at that moment. I couldn’t be bothered to get dressed again so just slipped my satin gown on over my underwear, though I had to change my sopping wet CK panties immediately, they were dark grey from all the moisture my pussy had drooled into them.

We sped back to the guesthouse, Neil was still trying to sell me on doing some more pics back inside but I was adamant the party was over. As soon as we pulled up I told him to bring my clothes in and sprinted to the bathroom to get a shower and touch myself just a little to dampen the pangs of horniness working through my body and mind. After a long shower I felt thoroughly sated, proud and refreshed. What a crazy trip it had been and what an amazing experience. As I exited the bathroom in my towel Neil was waiting for me ready to pounce like an eager a****l.

“I put everything in your room, you can keep them all now, no need to return them and they're all folded up ready to go in your bag. I left all your panties and bras out on the bed, are you sure you don’t want to do some more shots here in better light, I could get some great lingerie pics for you....”

“No honestly that was perfect, I’m a million percent sure we nailed it out there”

His hand was tentatively trying to touch my back and he was clearly way too comfortable around my body now, what had I done! Unleashed the pervy b**st, I thought to myself. I made my excuses and slipped back into my room. My family returned shortly after, and we all sat round drinking on the now cold porch, Neil was surprisingly good at lying about what we had done together in the previous day, fabricating many a tall tale of the local sights he’d allegedly shown me. I went to bed so happy, if a little frustrated I couldn’t play with myself after such a sexy experience.

The next morning I got up and got ready to leave. As I packed my bag I realised the CK panties, the soaking wet ones that I had to literally prise from my pussy, those ones, yes those were totally missing. You cheeky goddamn pervert! I thought to myself and couldn’t help but laugh out loud again. This guy will literally never learn his lesson. I bounded downstairs only to find Neil deep in conversation, avoiding any chance of me isolating him and being able to ask for my panties back. We played a game of cat and mouse for a few minutes as I tried to catch him alone but ultimately gave up as he waffled on and on to my dad’s gf. I ran back upstairs again and decided to take matters into my own hands, tip toeing across the creaking floorboards I inched my way towards Neil’s room. I had barely made it inside when I saw his laptop open on his bed, next to his camera and my panties laid out neatly close by. I grabbed my panties and looked at the door, I should really leave now but wondered what was on his laptop, the years of pervy pics, all the pics of me. As I opened it up I saw the last pics on his desktop were all close ups of my panties, the stains, the ridges of where my crotch had been. I stood there a little take aback as I flicked through a folder full of just my panty pics. The door flew open, and Neil stormed in.

“What are you doing, you’ll get us both caught” he whispered angrily. He was bounding over to me, he grabbed me by the shoulders and pushed me out of the way to close his laptop, then pushed me firmly against the wall. I was stunned, I hadn’t seen this fiery side of him and was completely overwhelmed by how strong and worked up he was. He had me pinned by my shoulders to the wall, his face whispering warnings to my pressed up against my ear. I was a little scared and a little confused, but tried to remind myself who had the upper hand in this relationship.

“Relax, I just came for these...” I shot him a deathly glare as I waved my dirty panties in his face and broke free from his grip. He was stunned into silence again as I slid away from him and walked out.

“Don’t forget to send me my pics either, I’ll be expecting them all by the time I get home, ok?”

I didn’t wait for his reply, I knew he’d comply, I knew I had that control over him and I knew in some way he enjoyed being controlled by me. He enjoyed being teased and tantalised, it felt like his anger was not at me, he was being physical because that was the only way he was able to touch me without taking his feelings of pure lust any further. A feeling that if he was more my type, would’ve been thoroughly mutual. Needless to say, my pictures were waiting for me when I got back online at home, he’s messaged me a bunch of times since, sometimes mustering the courage to be a little pervy again or maybe he just can’t help it, I’m not sure he can in all honesty. All I know is I had an incredible experience, one I want to repeat and I know for sure I have a free place to stay in Scotland any time I want. ;)