They were a pleasant couple, in their twenties, obviously from somewhere like South London judging by their accents and on holiday. They’d come to the café where I was working and always sat outside at a table in the sun. But we don’t often get English speaking visitors to the remote area I now live in and they were keen to chat and find out about the place they were visiting, from ‘a local’. The village where I live and work is high up in the mountains, the main tourist resorts are down on the coast but occasionally more intrepid holidaymakers choose to stay up in the mountains and forgo the beaches and night clubs.‘Here we go,’ I said, my professional voice returning. ‘What I want you to do Mark, is this: put one foot up on the edge of the bath and start to undo your boots. That’s it, look this way. Turn a little away from me.’
This movement accentuated the shape of his arse, his football shorts pulled tight around it.
‘You’re a soccer star just off the field. You’re gunna take a bath, get yourself ready for a night on the town with the girls, o.k.?’
‘Sure.’
‘So, undo the lace, take the boot off and drop it, that’s it. Now, change sides and do the same with the other. Let me get a close up.’
I crouched down in front of him and pointed the camera to his foot. His hands were trembling on his Doc Marten boot, grey from street dust.
‘Relax,’ I reminded him. ‘Let the dope do its work and let yourself go. You just won the game, no need to be nervous.’
‘Sorry mate.’
I panned out. In the view finder I could just see the hem of his shorts. I tilted upwards and snapped the front. No bulge, nothing showing. A dead shot. I stood back a little.
‘O.k., now the fun part. Lean over and turn the shower on. It’s the knob there.’‘And think Mark. Think what you want to happen next. What does she do to you? What do you want to happen now?’
All the time my camera was clicking away, I had over one hundred shots now, there was nothing left to photograph apart from his cum, and I knew that was not far away. I put the camera to one side and stepped forward.
‘Tell me Mark, tell me what happens next.’
I could see that he was fucking is tight arse with a finger behind him, his hips were thrust forward and he was slowly wanking his foreskin back and forth over his fat, purple head. His mouth was open slightly, water running in and trickling out. His eyes still shut.
‘Suck me,’ he whispered.
‘I didn’t hear you,’ I lied.
‘Suck me,’ he said it louder.
‘I can’t hear you.’
‘Please, suck me! Someone suck my cock.’
I stepped into the bath. The warm water immediately soaked my clothes. I put one arm around him, and turned off the shower.
His eyes snapped open. They were inches away from mine, our bodies touching. I could feel his fist as it pumped on his shaft and banged against my belly,
Without saying a word I put both hands on his shoulders and pushed him gently to his knees.
‘You first,’ I said.