Birthday surprise photoshoot turns wet

[Kupar 13,341]

[Contains female desperation, wetting, shower and bed peeing and lesbian themes, inspired by a post elsewhere on the forum. Warning: this is a slow burning story … but on the plus side, it is illustrated. Some names have been changed to protect the not-so-innocent.]

I still don’t really know how he managed it. I think it might have been through a friend who’d been in the business, but I don’t really care. All I can tell you is that it was probably the best birthday present I’ve ever had.

For a couple of weeks, my husband Mike had been dropping little hints that he was planning something different for my special day – a Saturday this year. He’d said things like “Renata told me she’d love to have the children to stay over – it’ll give you a proper break, and who knows, you might get taken somewhere nice!” I’d assumed he meant a romantic night away in a country house hotel, and I was really looking forward to it. I even packed a bag with some of my sexy posh-meal-out clothes and lingerie – it’s not often we get a chance for a naughty night away.

The day started in the nicest way possible. I woke to Mike gently stroking me from my shoulders down my back to my bum as I lay curled up beside him in bed, felt him kissing my neck then quietly whispering “Happy birthday darling”. Breakfast in bed, and the children’s home-made birthday cards, and presents – including the biggest bar of Galaxy chocolate I have *ever* seen – making me feel really special. I even got the chance to treat myself in the bathroom with Mike after breakfast: the two of us sometimes shower together and this morning I felt like doing that – so we did … and I might have added some of my own warm liquid to the water streaming down our legs. After all, it was my birthday!

It wasn’t much of a surprise when Mike said “Come on then Sarah. Get dressed. I’m taking you out. And make sure you have a change of clothes and an overnight bag – we’ll be away tonight.” I threw on a thong, a pair of jeans, bra and sweater, grabbed my bag, and was ready in five minutes flat.

I have to say I was a little disappointed as we drove through the outskirts of the city and instead of heading out into the countryside we turned off the northern ring-road into a business park. This didn’t look promising at all. “Mike! Where are we going?” I wailed, as he swung the car into the carpark of an uninspiring office unit. “You’ll see. I know it doesn’t look much, but I promise you’ll enjoy it,” he replied. “Bring your bag – you might need it.”

“We have studio 2 booked for three hours,” said Mike to the pretty receptionist. “We’re expecting a couple of other people in a few minutes – can you send them straight in?”

“Sure. It’s down the corridor, second door on the left,” she replied. “All the things you asked for are there ready for you, and if there’s anything else you want, just call zero from the phone and I’ll come and help.”

“Have you worked out what’s happening yet, babe?” Mike asked, teasingly, as we opened the door to the studio. Inside the large, white-painted cube of a room was a set of photographic studio lights, a couple of Nikon camera bodies and an assortment of lenses, some backdrop paper, a large antique bed, a sheepskin rug, a couple of chairs, a table with a mirror and lights, and a smaller table on which were a flask marked ‘coffee’, a box of biscuits, some glasses and several big bottles of Sprite.

I thought I was going to be doing some modelling – perhaps a boudoir set. I’ve never been one for showing off in front of others, but here everything would be safe. Then there was a knock at the door, and she walked in. “Here’s your model, darling,” said Mike. “I think you probably know Lucy, by sight at least. She’s yours for the next three hours. And your choice: with or without clothes – this is a top-shelf glamour session.”

To say I was gobsmacked is a pretty massive understatement. I didn’t know where to look. I’ve had a *enormous* crush on Lucy Pinder for about ten years, all my friends know it, and Mike knows it too because I’ve confessed to him all the things I’d do if I ever found myself in a room with her. But I never thought in a million years that it would ever happen. And now here she was, in tight, pale blue jeans and a hoodie, smiling at me. I was melting inside – well, something felt like it was starting to drip – but I managed to squeak out a welcome.

“You must be Sarah. I am so pleased to meet you!” said Lucy, walking across the studio towards me. I thought she was going to shake my hand, but she just put her arms round me, pulled me close and gave me a big hug. I could feel her beautiful big boobs squashing against mine, as an electric shock of anticipation passed through me. She clearly wasn’t wearing a bra. Looking over Lucy’s shoulder towards Mike I could see he had the biggest smile on his face I have ever seen. Was this a birthday present for me or for him?

I know how to use a camera properly – I studied photography a little in college – but I’d never done anything like this before. Lucy was such a pro, and she’d clearly been briefed very well by Mike. “You get used to the kit, Sarah, and I’ll get some outfits out that you might like me to wear for you – shall we start with a little bikini? My assistant Gemma knows her way around cameras and lighting, so shout up if you need any help,” she said, and she lifted her top up and over her head with the easy grace that only a self-confident, sexy, experienced glamour model has. Mike’s seen a few pairs of big breasts before, mine included of course, but even his eyes nearly popped out of his head, watching silently from the corner of the room, as Lucy’s G-cup tits fell back against her chest when the hoodie was lifted clear. I think I just managed to stifle a small whimpering sound.

The next hour or 30 minutes are a bit of a blur, to be honest. Lucy looked stunning of course in the stars-and-stripes halter-neck bikini and little ankle socks. A plain white background was all that was needed to reveal her fabulous shape and extraordinary sexiness – I hope I caught it. She seemed to know exactly what to do to tease the camera: kneeling on the floor and hooking her thumbs into the straps of the bikini bottom, pulling it down just a little. After a while I found myself getting into the groove with the photography, with Gemma helping sort out the lighting, and offering sound advice on angles and poses.

It was really warm in the studio and it was a good job that we had that Sprite – Lucy and I were drinking it pretty constantly while she changed from one sexy outfit to the next. I was over-dressed and getting a bit sweaty to be honest with you, and in the end I had to do something about it. “Lucy, would you mind if I took my top off? I’m really hot!” I asked. “Don’t be silly Sarah,” she giggled, “it’s your session – you do what’s most comfortable for you – I’m not worried in the least!”

Putting down the camera I turned my back on Lucy and took off my sweater, then – and I don’t really know what made me do it – I just thought “What the hell!”, reached back, unclasped the hooks of my bra and let it fall to the ground. This was my day after all, and I might as well have some fun. I turned back round, to find Lucy in a little black thong and nothing else, downing a large glass of Sprite. “Wow Sarah! You were hot!” she laughed, as she put down the glass. She looked me up and down and I could feel my face flushing crimson. She stepped back against the wall, folded her left arm under her boobs, reached up to her shoulder with her right hand and just smouldered, as only Lucy can. “You look hot too,” she mouthed, with a wicked smile. Somehow I composed myself, framed the image and pressed the shutter.

Looking back at that photo now I should probably have detected something. Her thighs were pressed tightly together, a sultry look in her eyes of course – but also a touch of concern perhaps. I didn’t think anything of it at the time. In fact, I was thinking much more immediate, urgent, primeval thoughts as Lucy stripped out of the thong, bending forward and sliding it down her legs as she wiggled her bum a little. It reached her knees and she stood up and the tiny scrap of black fabric dropped to the floor. She looked me straight in the eyes and flashed a devastating smile as she stepped out of it. My insides did a somersault, and my own thong might have become a little damp.

Lucy was definitely feeling something primeval and urgent too as we moved on to some lying down nude poses using the sheepskin rug on the floor. The smile had gone, and Lucy seemed to be more keen to get the shots done quickly. She was professional of course, but the easy chat had stopped. I knew the signs of course. And as I felt a pleasant pressure building in my own bladder, I couldn’t help wondering how much longer Lucy could carry on before having to ask for a break in the session. She’s been drinking the Sprite even faster than I had – between us we’d got through about 3 litres over the course of a couple of hours, and what goes in has to come out sooner or later.

These nude poses on the sheepskin were more squirmy than Lucy’s standing poses from earlier. And it was difficult to tell whether her hand hovering near her crotch was intentionally erotic, or more to do with the fact that she was getting more desperate. I was OK – perhaps at a 7 on my desperation scale, but I would put Lucy’s at an 8 – maybe a 9. I was torn: I knew I should really say “It’s OK – I can tell you need to go to the toilet – shall we have a break?” but the sight of Lucy Pinder, the incredible Lucy Pinder, getting desperate in front of my camera lens, squirming on a rug, was just too exciting. I started imagining what it would be like to watch her pee – a long, strong stream soaking the sheepskin as she sighed with relief. Then it hit me.

“Lucy, can we do one last special pose, please? I’ll make it quick – I can tell you need a break. Can you get on to the bed and pull the sheet partly over you?” She nodded, and quickly got into position on the bed. As Gemma and I sorted out the lighting, with Mike watching silently from the corner of the room still, I could see Lucy bouncing slightly up and down on the bed, the sheet pulled tight against her groin – she really, really needed to go. I felt sorry for her, and yet I wanted more than anything I have ever wanted to see her pee on that bed in front of me. I put down the camera, turned to her and said: “It’s OK Lucy, you can pee if you like. Look at me.” And I released my bladder muscles and felt the familiar wet warmth spreading across my thighs, lubricating my labia and turning my pale jeans dark. I sighed deeply – I may even have moaned – and that was too much for her to bear. I heard a hiss, and an “oh!”, and watched the sheer joy on Lucy’s face as the white sheets on the bed turned pale yellow. I walked over to the bed and climbed on top of the mattress, crawling towards her.

I heard a click, looked back over my shoulder, and saw Mike with the camera in his hand…   

[whiskey35 306]

Nothing wrong with a slower burner Kupar, it certainly heated up.😊 

Hope the session continues.

[Sophie 24,412]

That was incredibly, incredibly hot! I don't even know what to say! Amazing writing, stunningly beautiful characters, I loved how Sarah set an example by wetting her jeans and then Lucy followed suit, wetting the bed she was laying on. I'm lost for words, just...amazing! I also hope the session continues.

Since I can only rate this once, I used a little trickery. I wish I could rate it this much!

[Kupar 13,341]

8 minutes ago, Sophie said:

That was incredibly, incredibly hot! I don't even know what to say! Amazing writing, stunningly beautiful characters, I loved how Sarah set an example by wetting her jeans and then Lucy followed suit, wetting the bed she was laying on. I'm lost for words, just...amazing! I also hope the session continues.

Since I can only rate this once, I used a little trickery. I wish I could rate it this much!

<Blush> You're too kind @Sophie. Thank you. I try ❤️

[gldenwetgoose 21,498]

I think we have a winner for the 2021 Golden Stream best fiction award.   It definitely gets my vote.

[Kupar 13,341]

8 minutes ago, gldenwetgoose said:

I think we have a winner for the 2021 Golden Stream best fiction award.   It definitely gets my vote.

I don't know what to say, except thanks! I am pleased you like it. I have a style model I shamelessly try and emulate. I think he won an award last year. 

[wetwulf 3,324]

That was fucking hot! Is there more? I hope there's more!

[Kupar 13,341]

7 hours ago, wetwulf said:

That was fucking hot! Is there more? I hope there's more!

There may be 🙂. I am thinking about it. More difficult to illustrate what might come next, but I certainly have ideas.

[steve25805 126,150]

That was brilliant and very well written. Nicely illustrated too, lol.

[hotwetslut 81]

On 3/13/2021 at 4:43 PM, gldenwetgoose said:

I think we have a winner for the 2021 Golden Stream best fiction award.   It definitely gets my vote.

No words can say how good this is, so I can only agree with goose here

[Kupar 13,341]

2 minutes ago, hotwetslut said:

No words can say how good this is, so I can only agree with goose here

Thank you! You are very kind. I must credit @Sophie for story development ideas too 🙂  

[Alfresco 11,638]

Definitely nothing wrong with a slow burner - you paint the whole picture, setting the scene, building up the atmosphere and detailing the characters.   Loved it.  Thanks @Kupar

[Kupar 13,341]

Part 2

There were requests for a continuation of the story, so with help from @Sophie here it is.

Warning: while this part does contain some female peeing, and the two main characters are already wet from earlier, basically it is just a description of one girl bringing another to a shuddering climax. Not sure whether to apologise for that or not 😉 

“Lucy, look at me, please,” I whispered softly, as I neared my model, my muse. She was still peeing as she lifted her eyes from the sheet. Her mouth was half open, a smile of pure relief still playing on her lips as her stream – slower now – soaked into the crumpled white sheet she held in front of her.

I hoped more than anything that the spell wouldn’t be broken; wished so much the moment could last forever, but of course it couldn’t. “Oh Sarah!” mumbled Lucy. “I don’t know what to say, what to think. I have never …”

“Shhh!” I breathed. “It’s OK, it’s so OK.” I wrapped an arm gently round her shoulders, bent my head and tenderly kissed her neck. Her pee was still coming, but in little spurts. My own had, I thought, finished too. I become aware of the others in the room: Gemma shocked and motionless, sitting down on the chair, and Mike quietly observing, documenting, smiling.

“Do you want to clean up? Have a shower?” I asked. “I’m sure this office has somewhere you could do that. Or …” My voice trailed off, hoping we might enjoy this close, wet time for a little longer.

Lucy didn't say anything. Instead, she answered with a kiss, pulling me gently towards her until our lips met. A shock ran through my body, leaving behind a sublime feeling of contentment, and I closed my eyes, our embrace becoming more urgent, more passionate as the seconds passed, my mouth opening a little, a dart of Lucy’s tongue, a response from mine … then we broke away and looked at each other. Her quiet sigh was now one of pleasure, not relief. She sank back into the bed, taking me with her.

The sheets were soaked, and still warm.  I was revelling in the wet hedonism of the moment, and in the excitement that only comes from the first exploration of a new lover – something that obliterates all other considerations. I could tell she was lost in that moment too. My left hand caressed her side with soft, gentle touches, tracing the curves from shoulder to hip, my fingers sliding up and down the front of her thighs, moving inwards to feel her lovely dampness. 

I leaned across and brushed my lips ever so gently across her amazing breasts, breathing out and sensing her arealoae puckering and her nipples stiffening, while my right hand searched between her legs, my fingers stroking and circling.

She let out a deep sigh, relaxed deeper into the bed, and abandoned herself to my touch. I coaxed a response from her outer lips which parted to allow some gentle exploration, becoming urgent as Lucy drew up her knees and lifted her hips, anxious for more pressure. I responded, moving a fingertip over each pee-damp inner lip in turn, swapping from one to the other until she groaned and writhed, and I knew it was time to finally hit the button.

Lucy breathed in sharply at the first touch to her clit, and I could tell she was not going to need much more. My index and ring fingers parted her inner labia wide, and my middle finger pressed firmly on Lucy’s hardening pearl. There was a gasp, and I began moving my finger in a circular motion, immediately eliciting a soft moan from her red lips in response, begging for more. Over the next couple of minutes her breathing became more shallow as she lost herself in the pleasure she was experiencing … then she bucked and let out a loud “oooohhhh” of pure orgasmic pleasure, shuddering as she came.

That wasn’t all she let out. My hand was flooded with what the porn industry would call ‘squirt’, but which was most definitely pee. If I thought she’d finished earlier, I was wrong. I judged when to stop the pressure and take my hand away, and lifted my fingers towards my mouth, but Lucy grabbed my wrist and I thought she was going to put it back where it had come from. But she lifted my hand to her mouth, opened her lips and sucked my fingers, gazing at me with those incredible eyes.

“Lucy!” was all I could manage to say. From that first moment of letting go on the bed she’d experienced a series of emotions in succession, from professional and in control, through worried and desperate, to increasingly aroused, ecstatic, and now horny for more, tasting her own pee from my fingers. I don’t think I have ever been so happy – I felt my heart would burst.

The in-control, confident Lucy was back: “Let’s have that shower now Sarah; you’re still in those wet jeans and while I know you’d be happy for a while longer, I need you to get out of them. It’s time to take them off I’m afraid.” I knew she wasn’t going to take no for an answer.

For ten minutes I had been oblivious to everything else in the room, to everything else in the world, but as Lucy and I climbed off the bed and walked hand-in-hand towards the door of the studio, I became aware of Mike, still with the camera in hand, and Gemma, leaning back now in the chair, with her skirt pulled up and her fingers clearly curled and busy inside her knickers.

**

There will be a Part 3 in due course. Sarah deserves it don't you think?

Edited April 17, 2021 by Kupar
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[gldenwetgoose 21,498]

Absolutely incredible - love every word of it.  Actually I don't think I can summon up any more words for it....

[Kupar 13,341]

2 minutes ago, gldenwetgoose said:

Absolutely incredible - love every word of it.  Actually I don't think I can summon up any more words for it....

Thank you so much Goose. You know it means a lot to me that you like it.

[wetwulf 3,324]

Another hot chapter! Very well done @Kupar and sexy as hell. I know part 3 is going to be steamy! Can't wait!

[Sophie 24,412]

Oh my Kupar, that was hotter than the sun! I was laid in bed reading it on my tablet and immediately after passed it to Mark. When he finished reading it he put down the tablet and surprised me, kissing me and caressing my side before slipping his hand between my legs and making me cum just like Lucy had. 

Thank you! 

[Kupar 13,341]

4 hours ago, Sophie said:

Oh my Kupar, that was hotter than the sun! I was laid in bed reading it on my tablet and immediately after passed it to Mark. When he finished reading it he put down the tablet and surprised me, kissing me and caressing my side before slipping his hand between my legs and making me cum just like Lucy had. 

Thank you! 

I am so glad you liked it @Sophie and thanks, both for your help, and for describing the effect it had on you and Mark! What can I say? 🙂

[Sophie 24,412]

It's my birthday so I just have to read this magnificent story again! 

We're going out later, I hope Lucy will be there... 🤔 

[Kupar 13,341]

3 hours ago, Sophie said:

It's my birthday so I just have to read this magnificent story again! 

We're going out later, I hope Lucy will be there... 🤔 

I'm so pleased you enjoyed this story again  @Sophie! I *really must* get around to writing part 3 soon! Have fun tonight ❤️

[MidoriLemonade85 2,367]

I agree with Sophie. As you probably know, I am a little impatient with stories and like to get to the hot parts quickly 😆 🚗 but your words really weave together the atmosphere and the emotions so well. There is so much detail and thought in your stories so I can see clearly the place these characters are. And Lucy’s many talents and perfect body. 💖
 

i tend to get shy and lose the power of speech if I meet anyone famous…especially if I have a crush on them. I love what she did to Lucy and it changed the whole dynamics of the situation. The problem is that once wouldn’t be enough. If that was me I would want it to happen again and again as it was so beautiful. And Mike would just have to get used to it! 😆

[acidnudy 97]

Really great story @Kupar, you should write books 😉 

Can't wait to read more!

[Kupar 13,341]

23 minutes ago, acidnudy said:

Really great story @Kupar, you should write books 😉 

Can't wait to read more!

Thanks! It's always lovely to know people read and enjoy my stories. I will try to summon up the inspiration to write another chapter for this one, or for the other stories I have left without a conclusion ... but there has been writer's block recently 😞

[MidoriLemonade85 2,367]

3 hours ago, Kupar said:

Thanks! It's always lovely to know people read and enjoy my stories. I will try to summon up the inspiration to write another chapter for this one, or for the other stories I have left without a conclusion ... but there has been writer's block recently 😞

I know you can do it. Just start writing and it will flow.

come on, do we have to beg? 😆 

love love love your stories. Your creativity is such a beautiful thing.
 

💚💚💚 

[Kupar 13,341]

1 hour ago, MidoriLemonade85 said:

I know you can do it. Just start writing and it will flow.

come on, do we have to beg? 😆 

love love love your stories. Your creativity is such a beautiful thing.
 

💚💚💚 

Okay! Okay! I will write that chapter where Sarah and Lucy get nice and wet in the shower, and perhaps others join them. That's what you want, yes?