He can take photos

I think about it the same way I thought about coming into the store in the first place, what are the chances of anybody seeing me that knows me? So I clear my throat and coo.

"Sure, you can take some photos."

Moments later a high end smartphone is in the hole, the LED goes bright as the camera captures my cum splattered body. Before he has a chance to move the camera I strike a pose, cocking my knee at an angle revealing my shaven pussy with my hands on my hips and a broad smile across my face. The LED flashes again.

I lift my leg on to the chair giving him a better view of my sex and another photo is taken. My hand shifts over my lower lips and my fingers spread open my hole as the camera flash just seems to stay on from the constant pictures. I turn round and bend over over the chair, looking back at the hole, spreading my legs, then my pussy again and then my butt checks. The camera remains in position as my photographer says in his clean articulated way.

"You really are a beautiful young lady, and although it might sound odd as a specific compliment, and its not a particular fetish of mine, I really do mean it when I say you have the most incredible butt hole I have ever seen."

He was right, it did sound odd. I tried to think whether I'd ever even seen my own butt hole. What makes a butt hole attractive? But a compliment is a compliment and maybe it was a question he could answer.

"Thanks. What makes my butt, my butt hole, incredible?"

I sit on the chair, sliding my ass to the edge and pulling my feet up to the corners, purposefully shifting my ass round as I lean back so he could still see my rosebud.

"The shape. It's almost perfectly round and nicely crinkled in almost straight lines. It's a mellow pink reminiscent of hibiscus. There doesn't appear to be any blemish or flaw. It really is quite delightful and..."

He trails off as I push the my right index finger into my perfect butt just to the first knuckle.

"Oh my. That really is quite enchanting. It would be amazing to watch a set of anal beads slowly being pulled from that perfectly formed body of yours."

"Do you have any?"

Is my reply before even thinking. He counters.

"No, but I know where we can get some."

A naughty thought flashes across my mind, maybe it was because he said 'we' not 'I' but I have a desire to go and purchase the beads myself, naked. To see the look of lust in the store goers eyes. I realise my brain has skipped a step, the thought of even whether I want to play with anal beads. I never play with my ass and the last time I slipped even a finger up there was years ago. He breaks my conflicted chain of thought.

"Do you want me to go and can some?"

What to reply? Yes, go and get some anal beads. There is another guy watching the photo shoot who I bet would love his cock sucking. No, I'll go; so I can feel the mens eyes on me, hoping more of them will want to take pictures and compliment me. Or no, I don't want to play with any beads?