Pose and photography

This wasn't something you wanted to do in the open. You stepped around the table and grabbed Mia's hand. "Follow me."

Scented candles lit the bathroom, and filled it with a smell of roses. Mia moved her legs like she was sleep walking, almost tripping over the mat. It was much safer to experiment in here, less risk of someone walking in. Lust could flow freely.

You took out your phone and swallowed. "You still hear me, Mia?"

"Yes, I hear you, Jamie," she said, lips moving so slightly that it was like humming.

"Lift your skirt, Mia," you ordered. She didn't wait a second. Her slender fingers raised the fabric. She wore black panties, matching her style. The command worked; she did it. Fumbling with your fingers, you snapped photo's from different angles. Now that you'd started a gallery, you needed some more. Still, giving the commands felt weird. "Show me your boobs."

No protest. Mia left her bra on the sink. Her snow white breasts, right in front of you. You grasped them, groping them firmly. She didn't shout or insult you; all this didn't matter to her at all. "Show off your tits for me. Give me a show, Mia."

"Sure, Jamie," she mumbled. She pushed her shoulders together, her boobs squeezing against each other. In trance, she had to have some form of awareness; she knew that she was trying to be sexy, at least at some level. Your phone took pictures like lightning. She grabbed her tits and wiggled them around, lifted them and gave them a lick. Your other hand was busy downstairs. She repeatedly jumped, her breasts bouncing.

"Your ass too, now," you said. Mia nodded and kept on fondling her breasts. She began swaying her hips, her skirt lifting in the shifts and giving you a glimpse of her panty clad ass. She let the skirt fall to the ground and kicked it to the side. Her panties were down to the middle of her cheeks, showing half her pale butt. To give you a better view, she put her face to the floor and pushing her ass upwards.

She proceeded to lap dance an invisible man, her body humping the air. Her movements came closer until you were jerking off on her twerking ass. She grinded against the tip; now and then turning around and stuffing her tits in your face. Mia was doing this. You didn't know the angry girl from class could be this eccentric.

"I'm about to cum, Mia. Lay on your back and spread your legs," you ordered. She complied, her sock covered feet high in the air and torso nude. She looked into your eyes, unfazed as you jerked off over her. You stood between her legs with her feet on your shoulders.

"Smile for the camera," you told her. Mia's face lit up for the first time with a warm, genuine smile. A moment later, you showered her with white spurts that rained down over her belly and tits; pools forming in the curves. She gleefully accepted your gift. Breathing rapidly, you took some final photos of the scene.

"Thank you, Mia. Take a shower, and wake up when you're finished."