Starting Well

Miriamelle crossed the threshold of her doorway and hugged the man. “You look so cute, Anders!” She said with a smile. After a passionate hug and kiss, Miri grabbed his wrist and pulled him into the house.

“Those roses look so beautiful! Let me put them in a vase.” Miri squealed, bouncing across the living room to the kitchen.

“Can’t say they’re the prettiest thing I see.” Anders said following her at a measured pace. “That honor belongs squarely to you.”

“You’re so sweet, love.” Miri responded sweetly while filling a clear plastic vase with water.

A moment later, Miri had finished transferring the red roses into the vase, and she rested them on the kitchen table. “Well. Are you just gonna stand there? I’ve been waiting for a kiss since you got here; all you’ve done is just stand there and look at my ass!” Miri said, pouting her lip and looking bashful.

“Well. You see. I was getting to it, but I got a tad mesmerized.” Anders huskily responded. Walking over, he cupped her pretty face and leaned up to kiss her. At first, it was a relatively chaste kiss, one meant as a greeting, until Miri opened her mouth and let Anders tongue touch hers. Mindful of their time, Anders distracted her with his skillful tongue work while his left hand worked down her spine and groped her ass. Miri moaned in surprise before yelping as Anders slapped her derrière.

“Let’s get moving, babe. I do believe we have a dinner reservation. Was hard ‘nough getting it.” Anders softly murmured in her ear. Miri nodded, breaking contact by pulling her hands away from his chest.

“OK.” Miri blushed. She took a breath, steadying herself.

Hand in hand, they left Miriamelle’s apartment and walked toward the Italian Restaurant. Not much was verbally said as they held hands, but an undercurrent of lust, closeness, and nervousness kept them engaged with each other. Halfway to the restaurant, they came across a bridge over the Columbia River. Dusk was fast approaching, painting the overhanging willow trees in a muddled array of red, violet, and orange. The greenbelt they traversed still glowed with the heat of the day. Green grass along the left side of the path gave way to a brilliant kaleidoscope of colors as the river reflected the dying rays of the Sun. A low overhang of blue sky faded to darker colors where the cloud cover wasn’t so thick. Stopping in front of the bridge, Anders pulled out his phone.

“Miri. I think this is as good a spot as any. Nobodies around us at the moment, and I don’t see anyone coming on the other side of the bridge.” The blonde man while looking around nervously. Miri smiled and bounced in front of Anders on the mouth of the bridge.

“OK. So, do you want me to pose here, or there?” Miri queried, pointing to two spots on the bridge. “I think the first one makes better use of the sunlight, but you’re the guy going to school for photography.”

“Yea. Yea, you’re absolutely right. Hey… Um. I picked this up last time we filmed at my place. It would be hot if you sucked on it and inserted it for the camera. You’re choice, of course.” Anders said nervously. Miri quirked an eyebrow as Anders fiddled in his pockets, eventually drawing an onyx butt-plug out from his front left pants pocket.

“Sure. Got lube?” She laughed. “You’re still not getting in my ass later tonight. I’m sore from last Wednesday.”

Anders rooted around, searching his pockets. After pulling his phone, wallet, keys, and a condom out, he was left with lint. “Ah shit. Forgot the lube. Oh, Shit! I forgot the lube on the kitchen table. Derrick’s gonna be relentless!”

Miri laughed, covering her mouth as she imagined Derrick stumbling across a bottle of lube while on the hunt for munchies later tonight. Derrick was Anders roommate at Portland State- an overweight gamer who passed muster only because his grades were good. Although, his humor readily redeemed him in Miri’s eyes.

“No worries, lover boy. It should go in after I kiss it. Just make sure to make the photo’s look good. And! Please make sure the flash is off this time. Last time we nearly got busted ‘cuz of that.” Miri managed to get out after she finished laughing.

“Yes ma’am!” Anders said, saluting his brow with a smile.

It took only a moment for Anders to get photo-ready. Miri looked around the park one final time before closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, calming her beating heart.

“Ok, that about does it. ‘Cuz of the place, I set this on video form, but I’ll be able to isolate individual frames in post.” Anders announced, looking at Miri though the camera lens. “Go slow. Any really sudden moves will make it blurry.”

Miri opened her eyes. She almost seemed a different person. Where she was silly or goofy, she was now sultry. Her posture changed slightly, less straight, more bendy. The biggest change was her face. Her mouth danced, alternately smiling and teasing as needed. Brown eyes sparkled against the dappled background - so intense they were hard to make direct contact with. Moving with a model’s grace, Miriamelle reached up and tousled the hair behind her bandanna, at the same time she crooked a knee and kissed the heavens. Pausing, Miri changed positions, making sure to keep the onyx butt-plug in view of the camera as she bent down, stretched, turned around, and squatted. She rotated, showing the camera her front, and sucked on the plug. Leaving the toy in her mouth, she lifted her crop-top and exposed her perfectly proportioned tits. She moaned around the plug as she twisted and pulled her nipples. Standing up, she repeated her model routine, this time with her tits exposed.

Instead of squatting down, Miri bent over the railing and slowly teased the camera. Her hands grabbed her jeans and panties, pulling them over the delectable swell of her brown ass before pulling back up. She repeated the motion, this time with just the jeans, exposing her silky-smooth black panties. She stood straight up and placed a hand on either side of her ripped jeans. In one smooth motion, she exposed her naked butt as she leaned over the railing. Reaching back, she exposed her holes. The camera caught no imperfection in her beautiful pussy: it was a hot dripping mess, leaking fluid onto her lower lips and thighs. Hot pink labia minor married mocha labia majora in an irresistible mix of color. Above her wet pussy, her asshole was a tight star no larger than one of her delicate pinkies. As she pulled her ass-cheeks apart, it barely expanded.

Miriamelle brought her left hand down her front abdomen and started playing with her clit hood, alternately pushing it and rubbing it. Her right hand brought the plug down and teased her starfish. Miri tried to quiet her quick, shallow breaths and low moans of pleasure, but wasn’t altogether successful. She worked the toy into her ass slowly. She slid it in a quarter, then backed it out. Then half, then a quarter. She slowly fucked the thing in until it was nearly all the way in when she took it all the way out.

“Anders, make sure you get this part.” Miriamelle demanded, lust apparent in every uttered syllable.

“Yes’m.” Anders replied, not losing focus of the plug.

Miriamelle brought the plug from her ass and tasted it. Savoring it like a dying man might the last water bottle on Earth. She made great strides to lick all parts of it for the camera. Then, when she felt it could get no wetter and when the camera seemed to be losing interest, Miri brought the plug back to her ass. She smiled once, looked at the camera as she moaned and inserted the toy fully into her ass.

Anders was quick to back up and get a few more body shots, this time complete with the butt-plug, before Miri made her clothes decent.

“Fucking hot as always, babe. Let’s get outta here before anyone comes.” Anders said, pulling her in for a steamy, hot kiss.