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Once Chloe was happy with the way the kilt was hanging, she resumed taking photos. She even stepped in to take close-ups, including of his chest and groin. She liked what she was seeing, but she had hoped for more. She plucked up the courage to talk to him about it. "Um, Andrew, I was hoping to get a few shots with you erect. Would you be okay with that?"

Andrew was silent for a while as he thought about it. "I don't mind in theory, if that's what you want. But I'm a bit, you know, nervous here."

Chloe gave him what she hoped would look like an understanding smile. "Let me know if there's anything I can do to help." Andrew was silent. "I'm afraid I can't show you any porn," continued Chloe. "It's all blocked on our network."

"There is something that might help," said Andrew. "There's a flash drive in the pocket of my jeans. It's got the photos of you that I took yesterday."

Leaving Andrew hanging on the St. Andrew's cross, Chloe skipped down the hallway to find Andrew's clothes. Not only was she dying to see what his photos looked like, but she was also extraordinarily pleased that he had thought of them in that context. She wondered how turned on he had been as he took the photos yesterday and edited them afterwards.

Chloe took the flash drive and put it in the USB port of her computer, and she turned the monitor so that Andrew could see it. She could see from the thumbnails that all the photos were there, starting with the ones on the swing, then the fashion shoot and the tennis ones. She scrolled down to the first one of her lying in Andrew's bed and started a slideshow.

She and Andrew watched them together, with the images becoming more revealing as the sheet was moved down. Not all the photos were of her body, with several showing her face obscured by the sleep mask. But the ones of her body became progressively more intimate, leading up to the conclusion of the photos taken of her lying on her stomach with her legs spread. There, just as Andrew had admitted at the time, the panties had become quite see-through. She could see her vulva clearly through the wet material. In the following photos her vulva was covered by her fingers, then in the final photo, her fingers were inside the panties and she could easily see her middle finger had slipped in between her pussy lips.

As the slideshow had played, Chloe had stolen quick peeks at Andrew, both at the expression on his face and the bulge in his underwear. Now that the slideshow had finished, or more accurately, had started again from the beginning with the photos on the swing, she stared intently at Andrew. He had an uncomfortable look on his face. "I'm afraid I need a bit of help," he said.

"What's wrong?"

"It's embarrassing to say, but my penis was pointing down and it's trapped that way. I need it readjusted."

Chloe replayed his words in her mind. If he had said 'I need to readjust myself,' it would have been no problem to free one of his hands. But the words he used seemed to be giving her permission to do it for him. She took a deep breath and reached out her hand to his bulge. With a quick fiddle she was able to free the shaft from underneath his balls and get it pointing towards his navel. Before she pulled her hand away she could actually feel it growing.

Chloe took a few photos, but she had noticed that Andrew seemed to be getting softer again. His eyes were on the computer screen where his photos were playing. The flash drive contained all the photos he had taken of her, and there were plenty in that first photo shoot that were terrible. This was proving to be an unwelcome distraction. She wondered if she should skip forward to the erotic ones again, but then she had an even sexier idea. "Hey, Andrew, look this way please," she said as she started to unbutton the front of her dress.

This hadn't been a premeditated plan, although she had to admit to herself that she had dressed to look good for Andrew tonight. Her dress had buttons all the way down the front, and she was wearing a sexy thin lace bra and panties set in yellow. She unbuttoned the dress all the way down to the top of her panties, allowing frequent glimpses of her bra cups as she moved around. She could see Andrew's cock stiffening again. If was forming a prominent ridge in the front of his underwear.

Chloe picked up the flogger again. She suspected that a lot of her flogger photos were poor, but this was certainly the time when she wanted to get a few good ones to add a bit of variety to the set. Now she not only had his chest to aim at, but also his thighs and places in between. As she started swinging the flogger and using her camera, she found that her open dress was making things difficult for her. She slipped it off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor at her feet.

She could see Andrew's eyes on her body, even though she wasn't showing anything he hadn't seen before. Looking down at herself, she could see her nipples and pubic hair through the fabric. As it happened, the slideshow was coming up to the fashion shot when she had daringly allowed him to photograph her braless in the see-through blouse to show Rupert. She waited for it just so that she could say "Do you think that blouse showed more than this bra?"

"No," said Andrew quickly like he had already considered the question.

Chloe swung the flogger again, at his chest and then his thighs. Then she decided to send the multiple strands of the whip across the front of his thong. She was swinging it in slow motion and snapping a photo when it landed, then dragging it off his body again. This final movement was more of a caress, and when she looked at him she saw he was so erect that the waistband of his thong had pulled away slightly from his abdomen. She delivered two more swats in the same place.

Chloe stepped forward again to take some close-ups. She noticed that a few drops of moisture had leaked from the tip of Andrew's cock, making a small circle of material almost transparent. His obvious arousal was intoxicating, and some of her more outrageous fantasies were looking possible. She saw that Andrew was looking at the computer screen where the tennis shots were now playing. She had to admit that she looked cute in those photos, and she liked the idea that it was a look that appealed to him.

"Andrew. Do you mind if I adjust the angle?" she asked in a quiet voice.

He didn't really pay attention to the question. "Sure," he said. He gasped as her hand went to his shaft, moving it across to the right inside his underwear. She took a photograph, as if it was necessary to see it pointing that way. "I'm just going to move it again," she said as she shifted it over to the other side. She looked at his face and saw he was biting his lower lip. There was raw desire in his eyes.

She neglected to ask permission to readjust his erection again. If the truth be told, she wasn't taking photographs now either. She was simply fiddling with his shaft through the thin fabric of his underpants as they both stared at the computer screen. The slideshow had come back round to his photos of her in his bed, tossing and turning in the heat, her panties soaking wet. "You know, I was so turned on when you took those," she said.

"Me too," said Andrew.

"What was going through your head when you saw that?" she asked when they saw a photo showing her panties.

"I had such a strong urge to lick you there," he replied. He immediately blushed, knowing he had given away more than he intended, but his brain was being short-circuited by her hand on his cock.

Chloe's heart was thumping. She had never received oral sex, but she had heard how good most women found it. Once, when she had just given a guy a blowjob, she had almost asked for it. However, the idea of his face being right there, looking and smelling and tasting her, had been too scary for her. With Andrew, the prospect was no longer so scary.

Chloe let her camera hang from its strap around her neck so that she could slyly touch her panties with her free hand. This confirmed she was as wet now as when those photos were taken. Unfortunately, the slideshow returned to the start again, and she got worried that the atmosphere would be lost. She reached behind her and unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor. She continued manipulating his cock as his eyes devoured her naked tits. She felt incredibly powerful, burning with sexual energy.

"You know," she said, "I might not have minded you licking me there."

Andrew's breath became ragged, and he got a panicked look on his face. His body started jerking, and Chloe looked down just in time to see his milky fluid burst through the fabric of his white thong, turning it more transparent than ever as it soaked the fabric and ran over her hand. She quickly stepped back and raised her camera, taking the final photos to complete the erotic fantasy.

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