I looped my thumbs around the waistband of my panties and began to pull them down, letting the weight of the skirt follow and cover my freshly exposed pussy. I watched his eyes follow the soft panties as they glided over my knees, down to my ankles, and finally over my naked feet.

I held them up, letting them swing backwards and forwards on one finger.

“Pete?”I held the panties out toward him, my wetness glimmering in the light on the soft cotton. “Hello?” I laughed. “Picture, please!”

“Oh,” Pete laughed nervously and shook his head, coming back to himself. He snapped a picture. “Sorry.”

“That’s okay.” I draped the panties over the arm of the couch, stepping back into the center of the makeshift set. The soft brush of the skirt against my bare skin was a constant reminder of just how little I was wearing now, and the weight of Pete’s gaze heightened the thrill coursing through me.

“So,” I said, resting one hand on my hip and letting the other trail along the edge of the skirt, “How are we doing? Still getting good shots? Not ran out of creative juices yet?”

“No,” he said, his voice low and slightly hoarse. “It’s all looking really good.”

I tilted my head, letting my hair cascade over one shoulder as I shifted into another pose. I bent one knee slightly, the fabric of the skirt parting just enough to reveal a glimpse of my thigh, a different feeling now I wasn't wearing panties. I trailed a finger up the soft pasty skin of my inner leg, teasing myself with the sensation just as much as it teased Pete visually. I wanted to be fucked so badly at this point.

“Good,” I said softly, letting the word linger in the air. “Let me know if you need me to adjust anything.”

I turned away from him, my back to the camera, and glanced over my shoulder. My hands smoothed the fabric of the skirt over my hips before I slowly leaned forward, resting my weight on my hands and letting the tails of the costume fan out behind me. The motion made the skirt ride up slightly, exposing the curve of my ass.

I bent further.

And then further, willing myself forward, telling myself to be brave, convincing myself I wasn't just being a slut who wanted to show her smooth pussy to her best friend. I’ve received many comments about how pretty it is from boyfriends in the past, but in that moment I had an overwhelming grab at the back of Pete's head and thrust him into it.

“Still okay over there?” I teased, glancing back at him, as the skirt rose higher. Just a few more inches and he would see everything…

“Fuck,” Pete whispered. The way he said it made my stomach flutter. “You look amazing, Sarah.”

I steeled my nerves and bent all the way forward quickly, before I had chance to change my mind, pressing the side of my face against the floor, my body supported by my huge tits as I thrust my naked asshole and pussy up in the air, spilling out like one of the over-proportioned anime vision I sometimes rubbed my pussy to. The sensation was incredible.

“You really think so?” I asked, my eyes closed as I presented myself to him, wiggling my ass from side to side slightly, getting off on how incredibly slutty and needy I was being. I wondered if he could see my pussy convulsing already, twitching and dripping, begging for attention. I braced myself, desperately waiting for the sensation of a rough tongue or a hard cock between my lips.

But nothing.

I turned to see Pete, the camera hanging limp by his side, his mouth slightly open and his lips wet. His face was so black that I thought something was wrong for a moment, but then he spoke.

“Sarah…I…you…” He shook his head and wiped his brow. “You have the most perfect fucking pussy I have ever seen in my life.”

I laughed, my face still pressed against the floor as I looked back at him. “I…kind of know.” I giggling, opening my legs a little wider. “Don’t just stand there.”

“W-what do you mean?”

“Come and get some shots of it, silly. Close-ups, I mean. You said it was pretty.”

“It is.” Pete approached cautiously, stopping a few feet away and pointing the camera down at me.

“You should get closer,” I said, a small sigh escaping me. “And lower.”

Pete nodded, his eyes completely fixed on my wide ass and fat pussy. He took another step closer and then knelt down behind me, close enough that I could feel his hot breath on my ass. He began taking pictures again, each soft click of the shutter sending a jolt through me. He took them from the side, from the top, from beneath (placing the camera carefully between my legs), moving the camera slowly each time, care and attention in each movement, as if his subject were some holy relic.

It is hard to describe with words how it made me feel; almost like ASMR for my pussy–to have that level of attention lavished on it with no physical sensation was maddening and orgasmic at the same time, and by the 20th shutter sound, I began to wonder if I could cum from it.

“Sarah…” Pete breathed. “Remember at the start of all this? You wanted to ask me a question and made me promise not to get embarrassed?”

“Yes,” I whispered, my wet pussy inches from his face. “Yes, I remember, Pete.”

“Do you promise, too?”