
Aria Giovanni: Photo Shoot

by JTCIII(C)


Aria Giovanni sat on the balcony of the hotel room, the afternoon sun warm on her skin. She sipped a glass of white wine as she waited for her friend to arrive, admiring the view of Los Angeles stretched out below her from behind a big pair of dark glasses.

Booking the room had been only one part of her organising a shoot for her website. It was going to be amateur-style, which sometimes meant they took place in either her home or her photographer's, but more often than not a hotel room was hired for the day and they did the session there -- it was a good way to turn a night away into a tax write-off, and it meant that the sets didn't get repetitive.

Amateur shoots were Aria's favourite. They meant she didn't have to spend hours getting all dolled up to sweat under high-power lights in front of a whole crew of people. Instead, she could be her own boss, wear her own clothes, do her own make-up and work alongside one of her best friends -- Wes.

She'd met Wes onset a few years ago now, when he was the camera assistant on a shoot out in the Mexican dessert. They had gotten along well enough during the session, but it was only after the day was finished and everyone was relaxing in the bar did he really open up and they'd had a proper chance to get to know one another.

Wes's real name wasn't 'Wes', just as Aria's wasn't 'Aria'. While she worked alongside plenty of people who called her by her stage name, he was the only one out of her friends who thought it was fun to tease her by calling her by her pseudonym.

One day, when he'd gone off on a geeky tangent about Wesley Crusher from Star Trek, she knew exactly how to pay him back -- the nickname 'Wes' had stuck, even after all these years.

It was this kind of teasing that made her shoots with Wes so much fun. Some photographers would make her feel uncomfortable, like a piece of meat, or talk down to her. She could joke around with Wes, even flirt a little, and he always knew how to respond. 

It was as she was taking the last sip of her wine that she heard a knock at the door. She strolled inside, pushing her sunglasses back on top of her head.

"Wes?" She called out.

"Yeah." He replied from the other side of the door. When she opened it she saw him standing there with his camera bag and a heartbroken look on his face.

"What's the matter?" She said, immediately knowing that something was up.

"Maureen broke up with me," he said as he shuffled past her and into the room. "Nice suite."

"Maureen broke up with you?!" Aria repeated in shock, ignoring his assessment of the hotel room.

"Yeah," he said, putting his bag down. "Do you have anything to drink?"

She offered him a glass of wine, which he gratefully accepted, and they sat on the couch to talk. 

Maureen had always been a jealous girl, and that was what seemed to be at the heart of the matter. Aria knew better than to say something like that outright, so instead she simply offered Wes a sympathetic ear and some gentle encouragement, underlining everything with how great a guy he was.

"Seriously, Maureen doesn't know what she's letting slip through her fingers, but I guarantee you there's a girl out there who'll know how lucky she is when she gets the chance to be with you. Trust me." 

"Thanks, Aria."

"Hey, it's nothing you didn't do for me, and twice over." She said, remembering how incredibly supportive Wes had been when her own marriage had suddenly fallen apart. She knew she wouldn't have gotten through it all without him.

He finished his wine, realising suddenly that he'd already been there an hour and they hadn't taken a single shot yet.

"Come on, let's get started," he said, putting his empty glass down. "We can keep talking while we shoot."

Aria checked her make-up in the mirror while Wes unzipped his camera bag and took out his digital SLR. It was all the equipment he needed for a shoot like this.

They started the session on the couch, Aria looking coyly at the camera, her cleavage poking enticingly out of her low-cut top.

"Very nice." Wes said with a smile. They shot a few dozen of the tamer pics, Aria delivering the perfect come-hither smile.

"Should we start with the pants?" She asked, and Wes agreed. She unbuttoned her jeans, Wes took a few shots, and then she threw them to the side, kneeling in her white cotton panties.

"Maybe a little boob action?" Wes said, and Aria pushed her breasts up with her hands -- their communication had evolved into simple codewords this far into their working relationship.

"All guys love a little boob action." Aria said with a grin, which Wes managed to capture with a quick snap.

"I don't know if I'd call your boob action 'little'." Wes said, and Aria laughed. Another moment caught on camera.

"Bunny tail?" Wes suggested, and once again Aria knew exactly what he meant. She turned around on the couch to show off her firm, round ass, wiggling it as she looked over her shoulder with a wicked twinkle in her eye. Snap!

They took numerous shots every step of the way, including the moment Aria pulled her top up over her head, exposing her bra. She held the shirt, throwing a few more poses, before tossing it with a laugh at Wes, covering his lens.

"I'll have you know this is expensive equipment! You break it you bought it!" He said with mock outrage.

"Ah, I buy and sell guys like you for breakfast." She said with a grin and a wave of her hand.

"So it's true then. You have sold out." He said as he re-focused the camera, Aria running her hands over her covered boobs. She stuck her tongue out at him and the flash snapped like lightning.

"Celebrities. No time for their fans." Wes said with a shake of his head, centering her in his viewfinder as she began the tease of undoing her bra.

"That's so not true!" She said, playing with her strap. "My fans are sweethearts!"

"Really?" Wes said in a deadpan tone as he focused on rattling off shot after shot.

"Well, most of them are. 99%." Aria said, presenting her back as her hands made for the clasp.

"And the other 1%?" Wes said.

"Freaks." Aria said, and Wes laughed.

"No seriously -- I'll be at a signing or an event and some of they'll come up to me and say the weirdest things." The clasp had now been undone, Aria teasing with the reveal by keeping her back to the camera.

"Like what?" Wes asked, catching the teasing hint of the side of Aria's left breast.

"Well, this one is more on the tame side, but this one guy told me, like, 'Oh my God, you have the most perfect tits!'" She said, whirling around to do the big reveal, her breasts swaying in the mid-afternoon light. "And then he followed it up with 'Can I fuck them?'"

"Seriously?" Wes asked. He didn't bat an eyelid as Aria kneeled topless in front of him. Instead, he put his eye to the viewfinder and snapped away. 

"Seriously. He's not the only one, though. Some of them have even offered money." Aria ran her hands over her breasts, before cupping the underside of them and squeezing.

"Jesus! That's forward!"

"Tell me about it. It's hard to know what to say to that." She said, covering her nipples tauntingly with her palms.

"Weirdos they may be, but they do have a point." Wes said, grinning.

"Oh?" Aria said, running her hands through her hair, her breasts swinging.

"You do have perfect tits." As if to punctuate the comment, the camera clicked and whirred.

"Ha ha," Aria replied with mock laughter. "Next you'll be telling me you want to fuck them."

Wes half-laughed and looked away. Aria could swear she saw him blushing.

"Don't tell me I've said something to offend your delicate sensibilities!" She said, laughing. "Or, wait -- no! I've stumbled on a terrible, dark secret! You want to titfuck me, don't you? Don't you, Wes? You want to titfuck my brains out!"

Aria was giggling, but she couldn't help noticing that Wes's reaction was more than a little awkward. She didn't understand. They always flirted on their photo shoots...

"Oh, come on," she said with gentle humour, trying to draw him out. "Don't let my perfect tits intimidate you. I'm just me."

"Yeah, I know." He replied, raising his camera again to take another shot of her. At first, her expression was serious, but then her teasing smile slowly returned.

"Still...there does seem to be something to that dark tittyfuck secret theory...maybe just the thought of it is arousing you to the point of silence?" She said, and to underline her point she pressed her arms down to squeeze her breasts together tight. One way or another she'd get him joking like old times.

"Oh, yes. That's it. You got it in one." He said dryly, focusing his camera to squeeze off another shot.

"Well, there's only one way to be sure, isn't there? Come here, you!" She laughed as she reached out, grabbing for his crotch.

"Hey! Aria!" He said, jumping out of the way of her hand.

"Stay still! How else am I supposed to find out how aroused you are if you don't let me touch you!"

"You'll have to take my word for it -- I am not aroused!"

"Prove it!" She said. "Whip it out right now or I won't believe you!"

"You're such a spaz." He said, finally cracking a smile.

"That's why you love me!" She said with a big grin. "Now let me feel that dick of yours!"

She lurched forward again playfully, intending only to grab at him but not actually touch anything, when she slipped on the couch and fell forward. She squealed as she fell -- with Wes's hands full with the camera he was unable to grab her.

Instead, she grabbed at the thing closest to her to keep her upright; Wes's crotch. And what she felt there...

"Oh my God! You're hard!" She said. "You're actually hard!"

She could feel him firm and throbbing through his jeans, and as she looked up at his face in shock she couldn't tell who was more embarrassed, him or her.

"It's, uh...it's not what it seems like," he said quickly. "You know you're a good friend, Aria, and we work really well together, and I'd hate for anything to...to jeopardize that..."

The sudden humiliation of being caught out this way had numbed Wes's brain for a moment. It wasn't until he was halfway through stammering out an explanation that he realised she hadn't taken her hand off him yet.

He stared into her face. She, however, was staring at his crotch.

"You're not just hard..." she said, her hand running up and down the outside of his jeans, examining what she felt there. "...You're huge!"

She ran her hand down the inside of his thigh, feeling the head of his imprisoned shaft further down the length of his pants than any other man she'd encountered before in her life.

"Do you...do you always get aroused when we work together?" She asked, her face flushed red. "I thought...I mean, I thought we were just friends..."

"I'm so sorry, Aria, I..." Wes said, looking away. "...I never meant to betray your trust or anything, anything, like that. You're just...you're just so beautiful, and we get along so well. I guess I...I've always wanted you."

She looked at him, and he couldn't tell what she was feeling. Hurt? Deceived? He knew he couldn't blame her if she---

And with sudden ferocity, she stood up and kissed him, her hands finding his face to pull him into her, her tongue searching out his.

Wes was stunned at first, his eyes wide with shock, but then the softness of her lips and the warmth of her body brought him back to Earth and he threw himself into their embrace, savouring the experience of her.

Her breasts pressed against his chest as she wrapped her arms around him. It felt so strange to be kissing Wes...but it felt so good. So right. Aria murmured through the kiss, wanting his arms around her and his hands on her body. But something was stopping him...

Ambushed as he'd been by her sudden action, he was still holding his camera. Realising this, Aria took it from him and placed it on the table. As she did she caught sight of his groin once again and the huge bulge that was rising there.

"It occurs to me, Wes -- all the times you've seen me naked and I've never once had the chance to see you. Doesn't really seem fair...does it?"

"No. No, I guess not." Wes replied.

"So what do you say we correct that, huh?" She said with a cheeky smile, before grabbing his jeans by their hem and yanking them down, his underwear going with them.

"Whoa!" Wes said, surprised, but Aria was too distracted to reply. She gasped as Wes's member sprang into view, her eyes widening. 

"It really is huge." She said, and without realising it she licked her lips.

Her fingertips hovered against the sensitive skin of his member, teasing Wes with how close she was, and yet still so agonizingly distant. Just as looked like she was about to circle her hand around his shaft, she broke away.

Instead, she reached over and grabbed the bottle of hand lotion she'd brought with her from where it sat next to the camera on the coffee table.

She squeezed a generous dollop of cream into one hand and then rubbed it with the other. She pumped a second drop into her waiting grasp and once again shared it between both hands.

"Wh- -what at are you doing?" He asked with quiet curiosity, as if not to disturb her into changing her mind. She merely smiled wickedly at him in response, concentrating instead on her actions.

Wes watched Aria with laser-focused attention. He could only imagine what she had in mind, could only shiver in anticipation of it. As she doled out the cream, Aria sank slowly to once again kneel on the couch in front of Wes, making his mind run wild with possibilities.

With her hands now full of cream, Aria moved not to touch Wes, but herself instead. Her eyes firmly locked on his, she began to lather her breasts with the cream. She started at the top, massaging her chest and only running along the edge of her cleavage. 

Gradually, she dipped lower and lower, until finally she ran her palms down across her nipples and along the underside of her pendulous breasts, lubricating the entire twin mass of her large, flawless tits. 

Wes watched with his breath trapped in his lungs. If he were to be asked, he wouldn't be able to explain why he was so mesmerised by what Aria was doing. He had seen her naked so many times over now, had watched impassively as she modelled numerous erotic acts, including the soaping of her bare body and the exposing of her pink inner folds -- but there was something distinctly different about this.

It was the intimate nature of it; this was a performance meant only for him, coming from a place of desire rather than professional execution...and it promised such heady things to come.

Aria rubbed her creamy hands into her nipples until the nubs hardened, at which point she began to gently pinch them. She moaned quietly to herself as she traced the edges of her aureole with her fingernails, before concentrating on lubing up the valley between them, making the skin shine with cream.

"You like that, Wes? You like the look of my tits all lathered up?" She asked him in a hushed tone. Wes swallowed and nodded.

"Yeah? Well, I remember something about a certain fantasy of yours...and I think you'll like the reality of it even better."

Aria leaned forward, gripping her breasts in both hands, and Wes's waiting cock was wrapt in warmth as she squeezed it between her fat, juicy tits.

She pressed her breasts tight around his shaft, where it throbbed and twitched in response.

"Oh Christ!" Wes muttered, overcome by the incredible sensation of her body pressed up against him. Aria chuckled.

"Feels good, huh?" She slowly rose up on her knees before ducking down again, Wes's cock sliding between her tits as she did so.

"So fucking good!" He replied, his hips bucking. Her skin was so smooth and warm, and her breasts were so soft, his cock making smacking, squelching sounds as it worked back and forth between her lathered tits.

As large as Wes's dick was, Aria's huge mammaries swallowed it whole, only allowing it to be seen when she pushed back down on it. She slid so far down on it that it practically hit her in the chin. 

"Mmmm..." Aria breathed as it prodded at her. "That gives me an idea."

She slid her breasts all the way down to the base of his shaft and leaned forward, parting her lips just enough so her tongue could flick out and lick at the head of Wes's shaft like it was a lollipop.

Wes sucked in a jagged breath as Aria swirled her tongue around the tiny eye of his dick's helmet. She grinned at the feelings she was generating in him, especially when he surged forward, offering even more of his cockhead to her.

She suckled at it appreciatively, moaning with satisfaction, before she popped it from between her lips and squeezed her breasts even tighter around his buzzing shaft.

Wes couldn't control himself any longer. He started to pump his hips, his dick sluicing frictionless between Aria's wondrous double Ds.

For her part, Aria chuckled at the crumbling of his resolve, flashing her tongue out to take the odd lick at Wes's member as it played rapid-fire peek-a-boo in her cleavage.

"Oh, Wes!" She said. "This feels so good!"

"Yeah?" He asked through the pounding of his heart, his hips rocking back and forth at a tremendous pace. Her silken skin was flushed with excitement, her hands holding tight to her luscious melons as she bounced up and down on her knees in rhythm with his pounding.

"Oh God, yes! So fucking good!" she said, nimbly pinching her nipples between his eager thrusts. "Is it good for you too?"

"You have! No idea! How good!" Wes said, grabbing her shoulders to steady his fucking of her chest. He threw his head back, letting out a long groan as he fucked her tits, hot and tight, her tongue flecking once more at the tip of his cock.

"I wanna cum so bad...I can feel it building!" He said.

"Do it, Wes!" Aria moaned around his pistoning dick. "Cum! Cum for me!"

Wes could feel the pressure intensifying -- he tried to block everything out, desperately wanting to prolong the act, but all it took was a single glance.

He opened his eyes to look down at Aria, her ripe, oversized breasts pressed firmly together, his cock jacking in and out of her bountiful cleavage, a look of serene satisfaction on her face as she spread her tongue wide to lick him.

Her warm brown eyes were sparkling up at him, and it was in that moment that the thought formed in his mind, sharp and lucid.

"I'm actually titfucking Aria! Aria goddamn Giovanni!"

And that was it. That was all Wes needed. The eye of his cock opened wide, the veins running along the shaft pulsed...and he started to cum.

"Ohhh Jeeesuuuus!" He cursed as the milky hot liquid burst from him, spattering Aria's breasts, catching her on the chest and the throat, even on her outstretched tongue.

"That's it, baby!" She cried. "Cum for me! Cum all over my big, perfect tits."

Aria giggled with delight as Wes continued to squirt all over her tits, semen running down her nipples and dripping on her navel.

She wiped a hand through the drops on her stomach as she reached down to toy between her thighs, her fingertips stroking her clitoral hood and sending spikes of electricity coursing through her body.

"Oh shit....oh shit!" Wes said, panting, as his fucking slowed down to a series of languid thrusts, his cock burbling the last of its load into the chasm between Aria's full breasts.

When finally he finished he stood in front of her gasping and shaking with relish at the sight of her double D-cups covered in a thick, white glaze.

"Everything you ever dreamed of, Wes?" Aria asked with a saucy smile. Wes gulped for air and nodded.

"And you didn't even have to pay," she said. "Though you did leave quite a mess!"

She swirled her fingers around her chest, gathering up as much of Wes's cum as she could before bringing it to her lips. She offered him a hellcat grin, opening her mouth to suckle at his jizz, giggling at the overwhelmed expression on his face.

"Oh, God, Aria...you're so incredible!" Was all he could say, his legs giving out beneath him as he tumbled onto the couch next to her.

She hoisted herself up from her knees to sit beside him, the cum that still covered her tits glinting in the afternoon light.

"Pity we didn't keep shooting." She said, almost absent-mindedly.

"Looking to take your career in a dramatically different direction?" Wes asked.

"No. Just for posterity's sake," She replied with a smile, which slowly faded as she looked at him. They sat in silence for what felt like a long while, neither of them sure what to say. Finally, Aria spoke, "I, uh...I think I might take a shower."

She stood up and made her way towards the bathroom.

"Oh, uh...okay." Wes said, the suddenness of her exit and the wording of what she'd said leaving him uncertain. Should he join her? As confused as he was, he still couldn't help admiring the sight of her ass as she padded towards the bathroom.

"I'll just be a minute." Aria said, and Wes nodded.

She sighed as she passed through the door, leaving it open behind her. As she caught sight of herself in the mirror, messy with Wes's semen streaked all across her, she wondered if she'd just made a huge mistake.

The shower hissed into life as she squeaked the taps on, and as she held out her hand to check the temperature she started going over in her mind what had just happened.

Aria pulled her panties off and stepped into the shower, the jets washing away the cum that had been drying on her skin.

She could feel embarrassment blooming deep within her as she thought of what she'd just done. It had been so reckless, so stupid. Wes was probably outside putting his pants back on and inventing excuses to leave. What he must think of her...

A silhouette filled the door. It was Wes. And he was naked.

"Mind if I join you?"

Aria was taken aback at first, but nodded nevertheless.

"Sure."

He stepped in beside her, the water hitting his chest and shoulders. He was barely even in before his hands were on her body and his lips were pressed against hers. She sighed with contentment as she relaxed into his embrace, her lips parting to entwine her tongue with his.

He cupped her rear with one hand and squeezed her right breast with the other while planting suckling kisses along the slope of her neck. 

"Ah!" Aria gasped lightly, her breath warm on Wes's ear.

Taking the soap, Wes lathered up her chest, cleaning off the last of the sticky residue coating her breasts...but he didn't stop there. His hands roamed the curves of her body, stroking and squeezing her, caressing her tits, her stomach, her hips and waist, her thighs and navel.

Finally his hand came to play in her pubic hair, his fingers tangling in the dark, damp curls. Gently, he turned her around so that she was facing away from him, allowing him easier access to her mound.

"Oh!" Aria cooed, pressing back against him. Despite the massive load he'd sprayed on her only minutes earlier, he was already hard again, and his member was pressing stiff and solid against her ass.

With deliberate slowness, Wes ran his fingers across Aria's pussyfolds. Using his index and ring finger, he splayed her open.

"Mmmnnnnh..." Aria moaned, her thighs shifting. 

Wes held steady against her as he started to sink his middle finger inside her, delving only as deep as halfway in.

"Ahh!" Aria gasped, her feet shuffling in the puddles of the shower floor.

Keeping his finger still for a moment, allowing her to experience it within her, Wes started to gradually move it in and out of her, finally dipping it in up to the knuckle, exploring the slick, sensitive flesh of her pussy.

She was generating so much heat it was like sticking his finger in a pot of boiling honey. He kissed and nibbled at her earlobe as he whispered to her,

"Feels good?"

"Mmmuh huuuh." Aria moaned and nodded her approval, her hips bucking against his hand.

"Want more?" He asked, teasing her by rubbing at her outer folds with his index finger.

"Please!" Aria replied with hushed urgency. Wes smiled.

"As you wish."

He submerged the second finger inside her. Aria cried out, gripping him wherever her hands could find him standing behind her. His cock was now humming against her, her reactions to his fingering of her cunt proving so arousing.

Bit by bit, Wes picked up speed as he frigged Aria beneath the insistent spray of the shower. Her moans of delight grew louder and more impassioned, and it was just as Aria was feeling the energy building up inside her, spreading through her thighs and pelvis to every corner of her body, that he stopped and pulled his fingers out.

"Uunh!" Aria gasped in frustrated surprise, but that feeling didn't last long.

Wes's fingers sought out her clit. Whereas most men would jam on it like it was an automatic pleasure button, Wes instead teased it gently, coaxing it into erection, making Aria bubble and babble with pooling desire.

"O! Nh! Ah!" She breathed and gasped, her legs parting ever wider to accommodate his incredible hands.

Aria was quaking, her knees weak from standing up under the pleasure that Wes's fingers were offering her. She couldn't take it anymore!

"Oh God! I need you, Wes. I need you to fuck me. I need you to fuck me now!"

Wes didn't need any further invitation. He shut the shower off and grabbed Aria close to him. His hand ran down to her thigh, pulling her leg up. She quickly took the hint and jumped up, hoisting herself into his strong grasp, one of his arms supporting her back, the other carrying her by the thigh.

They kissed with feverish need as he walked her into the main room and, without any regard for getting the sheets wet, threw her down on the bed.

"Ooh!" Aria squealed with excitement as Wes, standing by the bed, splayed her legs apart. He pulled her closer to him, her pelvis hovering on the edge, the head of his cock pulsing at the entrance to her sizzling cunt.

"Do it, baby!" She said, coiled in the sheets and looking up at him with an insatiable hunger. "Fuck meee!"

There was an edge of pleading to her request, and who was Wes to deny her? Holding the back of her knees in his hands so her legs were sticking straight up, he pressed forward, sinking his shaft inside her.

"Ssshhhhhhhit!" Wes swore as he pushed in deep.

"Ohhhhh Gggod that's it!" Aria moaned, twisting her head to the side as she basked in the feeling of their congress.

Her hands found his chest and scratched random patterns in it as he started to push his dick in and out of her, coating it in her thick pussy fluid.

"Mmm! Nmmmh! Hhhhhhn!" Aria moaned in contentment with each thrust of Wes's cock, her all-natural breasts falling to either side, bouncing and jiggling with every hard-driving plunge.

Aria snaked a hand down to her crotch to play with her clit as Wes changed the angle of his approach, the engorged head of his cock rasping along her g-spot.

"Ffffuck! Ffffuck meeeeee! Fuck me hard" Aria cried out, rolling her thighs in time with Wes, meeting every one of his thrusts with one of her own.

Aria squeezed her eyes shut, her head thrashing from side to side as she revelled in the way Wes was drilling her, hard and merciless, driving her closer and closer to ecstasy.

As if sensing how she was feeling, Wes came to an abrupt stop.

"Whu---?" Aria didn't have the chance to say anything as Wes pushed her further up onto the bed, keeping his cock inside her as he went with her. Now also on the bed, he grabbed her by the waist and rolled with her. In just a few simple moves Aria was now on top of Wes...and beaming with joy at the prospect.

"Mmmm...looking to ride shotgun while I take the driver's seat?" Aria asked, wiggling her rear on Wes's lap. During the repositioning, despite his best efforts, his shaft had slipped from her -- she now took it in hand, pumping it as she watched his face.

Wes's expression contorted in sharp pleasure at the feel of Aria jerking him. But it was no substitute for Aria herself...

"Are you going to tease me, or are you going to climb on and fuck me?" He asked.

"Just like a photographer. Always giving directions." Aria said with a smile, putting one hand on Wes's chest to steady herself and using the other to position Wes's dick up against her pussy.

Aria raised her hips, squatting just above Wes's erect member before pushing down, impaling herself on his long, thick shaft.

"Hhhhhhnnnnnnnggggggoddd!" Aria threw her head back, her wet hair curling around her face and shoulders as she started to ride up and down, her thighs smacking against Wes's.

"So wet!" Wes murmured through gritted teeth. "You're so fucking wet and soft and hot!"

"Oh God, Wes, you're so big," Aria moaned in reply. "Filling me up so goooood!"

Both her hands scratched into his chest, her arms pressing her giant tits together as they bounced in time to her sliding on his cock.

His fingers found her clitoris and demonstrated the same tender precision as in the shower. Soon Aria was throwing herself into the act of fucking him, pounding her ass up and down, her entire body quivering with the force.

"Uunnh! Uuuuunhhh! Uunh!" She grunted, her cunt muscles working his cock, massaging and snatching at it as, for his part, he slammed himself up inside her, the bed rocking beneath them.

"Fuck, Wes!" She practically screamed. "Fuck! I'm going to fucking cum!"

"You're going to cum?" He repeated breathlessly.

He reached up and gripped her breasts, squeezing them tight to keep them from slapping up and down on her chest, rubbing at them and stroking her nipples.

"Yes!" She shrieked. "You're going to make me cu-cuuummmmm!"

Her thighs were damp, her skin sweaty, her thigh muscles tight.

"Let's cum together, Aria. Let's cum together..." Wes said, the last of his words drawing out into a long, guttural moan as his muscles constricted beneath Aria's perfect body.

She pumped him as hard as she could, feeling the heat quickening within her, her already juicy cunt growing even wetter as she screamed at the top of her lungs.

"Ohhhhhh fffffffffffffffuckkkk!"

Her skin tingled, her asscheeks clenched, and her pussy spasmed wildly as she came and came hard. She pushed down hard on Wes's cock, gripping his chest hair, throwing her head back and arching her spine, her breasts bouncing proudly as he bucked beneath her.

"Oh! My! God!" Wes grunted, slamming himself up inside her. "Arrrria!"

His shaft was swollen thick, the head lodged deep within her. She cried out in joy as she felt him explode inside her, his hot cum flooding her pussy.

"That's it!" She wailed. "That's it, baby! Cum inside me! Cum deep inside me!"

"Ssssshhhhhhit!" Wes gasped, shooting load after load into Aria's welcoming slit, his hands cupping and massaging her tits.

He leaned up to lick and suckle at her nipples while his cock continued to twitch and throb inside her.

Aria giggled delightedly, looping her arms around Wes to pull him closer as he slid his tongue all over her breasts and kissed at her cleavage, licking up the driplets of shower water that were still beaded there.

"Oh, baby..." She murmured, pressing her tits into his face, squeezing her thighs against his to milk his pulsating dick. "...That was incredible!" 

"I've dreamt of that for so long." He said, taking her breasts in hand while drawing her into a deep kiss.

"Yeah?" Aria said with a smile, blushing.

"Yeah," he replied. "And it was everything I could have wanted. And more."

She grinned, overcome with happiness. It was strange that she'd been overlooking something -- someone -- for so long now. 

They lay down on the bed, his shaft still inside her. When eventually it slipped from her slit, the combined fluids of their pleasure oozed from Aria's folds and onto the sheets. 

They talked for hours, curled in each other's arms. When night fell they ordered room service, accepting it in their robes, and after they'd eaten they went to bed early and made love a second time, this time slower and more pure than the first, savouring every minute of it.

When they awoke the next day, it was to a relationship that had inarguably evolved from friendship into something so much more.

But Wes, ever the professional, couldn't help but assess what they'd managed to achieve work-wise the previous day.

"Ah, I'm sorry, Aria," He said as he scrolled through the digital display on his camera. "We didn't really get a full set of photos out of this shoot."

"No," she said, leaning in to kiss him deeply. "We got something much better."

After they checked out, they left the hotel hand-in-hand.

Aria thought about the strange directions life could sometimes take...but she wouldn't have it any other way.
