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Priyanka Chopra sighed. There was no doubt about it: she had begun to feel really horny. This was not an entirely new
experience for her, but it had become a lot more noticeable since she separated from her boyfriend. Her new lover was okay,
but he did not satisfy her the way her boyfriend had.
Of course, what she was doing might be calculated to make anyone horny. Hardly ever before had she shown off so much of her
body for photographs in a magazine. But she had agreed to it this time, partly because the magazine was paying her quite a
compliment, partly in a spirit of defying the years. The well-known revealing shots of her, posed for or taken clandestinely,
were a long time ago.
So here she was, kneeling on her bed in nothing but a pair of cutoff jeans. For these last shots the photographer, a
youngish, quite cute man, had persuaded her to lose the bottom of the bikini she had worn in other shots, whose strings
showed distractingly in the poses he wanted her to take. The knowledge that all she had to do was unfasten and drop the
cutoffs to be totally naked was a powerful turn-on. And they were so loose at the top that a hand could go down inside them
easily, which made her feel even more excited. To know that her hand – or someone else's – could reach down there and …
Whoah! She felt her nipples, always sensitive, stiffen at the thought.
Now it was impossible to get her mind off thoughts of sex. What was she to do? She was almost sure the photographer had a
crush on her; he was completely professional, but there was something in his voice. But if she came on to him, she would only
scare him, in all probability. She sighed again.
"Something bothering you?" said the photographer sympathetically. "Thinking about … the separation?"
She shook her head and tried to think of something plausible. "Not really. I was just thinking, how the years pass."
"No one would know it, to look at you," he said with conviction. "You look just as great as you did ten years ago."
"That's so sweet," she said, with a grateful sideways look at him, "but is it really true?"
His lips twitched. "They still look pretty damn good."
She chuckled, recognising the reference, and looked down at her breasts. The shots he had set up would make sure they were
only part-visible in the photos, but in the course of it he had naturally got a complete view. "Thanks."
Yes, they do look good, she said to herself; that's why she was happy to show them. But it would be so great to have someone
recognise the fact, not just with words and looks, but with his hands.
"Okay, we're done," he said.
She got off the bed, and had an inspiration. She stood with her back to him.
"How about the back view? How's that holding up?"
"Great!" he said very emphatically. "I always thought you had a very fine ass, if you don't mind my saying so."
"I don't mind at all," she said cheerfully. "But can you really see from over there? Come closer."
He did so. "It … hasn't changed at all," he said, his voice a little higher.
"But how can you judge, when I'm wearing these?" she said. She undid the cutoffs and let them fall. "What d'you say now?" Her
breath was coming just a little fast, and she could feel herself getting wet, while her nipples had stiffened so much they
almost hurt.
He gasped, and when he spoke again, after a pause, his voice was definitely trembling.
"You're beautiful," he stammered. "Absolutely beautiful."
She decided to go for broke. "Of course, seeing is one thing," she said casually, "but feeling is quite another. Would you
like to feel my butt?" By now, her heart was in her mouth with excitement.
There was another pause, and she found herself holding her breath. Then he gulped audibly, and said, "More than anything in
the world."
She heard him step forward. Then two slightly shaking hands – nice and warm, to her pleasure – cupped her butt, ran lightly
over it, then clasped her cheeks more firmly.
She produced a long sighing moan. "Oh, that feels so good." She moved back towards him, hoping he would have the nerve to go
further.
The photographer could not believe his luck. His hands were on the naked ass of the woman he had always thought one of the
most desirable in Bollywood. As he gently squeezed and fondled her ass cheeks, he wondered whether he dared go further. Would
she get mad? But she seemed to be encouraging him. Now she was moving her ass against his hand slightly and making little
noises that excited him.
He took a breath to nerve himself and ran his hands slowly round to her sides and then up, greatly enjoying the softness of
her skin over her firm, taut body. As he neared her breasts he slowed, again uncertain whether he dared go further.
She turned her head and looked at him in frank invitation. "Go on," she whispered a little breathlessly, leaning back more.
He brought his hands round and closed them decisively on her delightful breasts, which seemed to fit his grasp perfectly. Her
nipples were bullet hard. She groaned with pleasure and seemed to push against his hands as he gently squeezed and caressed,
while shifting his position a little to accommodate a now totally stiff erection inside his pants.
Suddenly she reached behind her and a hand found and felt his straining cock. With a delicious giggle she turned her head,
showing that laughing glance he hoped he had captured in his shots. Deftly she undid and pushed down his pants, then stroked
his erection lightly through his boxers. He almost came on the spot and gasped sharply as he desperately tried to exert
control over himself; involuntarily his hands tightened on her breasts, gripping them hard.
"Sorry," he said, loosening his grip again, "but …"
"No problem," she said, "I liked it."
Her hand delved into his boxers and she dug her nails into the base of his cock, so hard it hurt. But it lessened the need to
come. Then, keeping her back to him but gripping the top of his boxers with both hands, she firmly rolled them down till they
could drop of their own accord. This made her bend forward, and her ass came into contact with his groin. She giggled again
and, moving out of his grasp, went to her knees, but looked back at him. "Here," she said, running a finger down her butt
crack. "Try it here."
Feeling an almost manic elation, he knelt behind her. He realised that she was not going to take a risk by having unprotected
sex, but he was not complaining. To fuck that delectable ass, even from the outside, was more than he could ever have dreamed
of. Eagerly he moved forward and pressed his cock into her cleft. He took hold of her hips and shifted to get well
positioned, then began to push to and fro slowly, loving the feel of her firm cheeks around his cock.
"That's my boy," she said in a very approving tone, pushing back at him. "That feels good."
Finding his rhythm, he began to thrust harder, and his hands came forward to grip her breasts and play with them
experience for her, but it had become a lot more noticeable since she separated from her boyfriend. Her new lover was okay,
but he did not satisfy her the way her boyfriend had.
Of course, what she was doing might be calculated to make anyone horny. Hardly ever before had she shown off so much of her
body for photographs in a magazine. But she had agreed to it this time, partly because the magazine was paying her quite a
compliment, partly in a spirit of defying the years. The well-known revealing shots of her, posed for or taken clandestinely,
were a long time ago.
So here she was, kneeling on her bed in nothing but a pair of cutoff jeans. For these last shots the photographer, a
youngish, quite cute man, had persuaded her to lose the bottom of the bikini she had worn in other shots, whose strings
showed distractingly in the poses he wanted her to take. The knowledge that all she had to do was unfasten and drop the
cutoffs to be totally naked was a powerful turn-on. And they were so loose at the top that a hand could go down inside them
easily, which made her feel even more excited. To know that her hand – or someone else's – could reach down there and …
Whoah! She felt her nipples, always sensitive, stiffen at the thought.
Now it was impossible to get her mind off thoughts of sex. What was she to do? She was almost sure the photographer had a
crush on her; he was completely professional, but there was something in his voice. But if she came on to him, she would only
scare him, in all probability. She sighed again.
"Something bothering you?" said the photographer sympathetically. "Thinking about … the separation?"
She shook her head and tried to think of something plausible. "Not really. I was just thinking, how the years pass."
"No one would know it, to look at you," he said with conviction. "You look just as great as you did ten years ago."
"That's so sweet," she said, with a grateful sideways look at him, "but is it really true?"
His lips twitched. "They still look pretty damn good."
She chuckled, recognising the reference, and looked down at her breasts. The shots he had set up would make sure they were
only part-visible in the photos, but in the course of it he had naturally got a complete view. "Thanks."
Yes, they do look good, she said to herself; that's why she was happy to show them. But it would be so great to have someone
recognise the fact, not just with words and looks, but with his hands.
"Okay, we're done," he said.
She got off the bed, and had an inspiration. She stood with her back to him.
"How about the back view? How's that holding up?"
"Great!" he said very emphatically. "I always thought you had a very fine ass, if you don't mind my saying so."
"I don't mind at all," she said cheerfully. "But can you really see from over there? Come closer."
He did so. "It … hasn't changed at all," he said, his voice a little higher.
"But how can you judge, when I'm wearing these?" she said. She undid the cutoffs and let them fall. "What d'you say now?" Her
breath was coming just a little fast, and she could feel herself getting wet, while her nipples had stiffened so much they
almost hurt.
He gasped, and when he spoke again, after a pause, his voice was definitely trembling.
"You're beautiful," he stammered. "Absolutely beautiful."
She decided to go for broke. "Of course, seeing is one thing," she said casually, "but feeling is quite another. Would you
like to feel my butt?" By now, her heart was in her mouth with excitement.
There was another pause, and she found herself holding her breath. Then he gulped audibly, and said, "More than anything in
the world."
She heard him step forward. Then two slightly shaking hands – nice and warm, to her pleasure – cupped her butt, ran lightly
over it, then clasped her cheeks more firmly.
She produced a long sighing moan. "Oh, that feels so good." She moved back towards him, hoping he would have the nerve to go
further.
The photographer could not believe his luck. His hands were on the naked ass of the woman he had always thought one of the
most desirable in Bollywood. As he gently squeezed and fondled her ass cheeks, he wondered whether he dared go further. Would
she get mad? But she seemed to be encouraging him. Now she was moving her ass against his hand slightly and making little
noises that excited him.
He took a breath to nerve himself and ran his hands slowly round to her sides and then up, greatly enjoying the softness of
her skin over her firm, taut body. As he neared her breasts he slowed, again uncertain whether he dared go further.
She turned her head and looked at him in frank invitation. "Go on," she whispered a little breathlessly, leaning back more.
He brought his hands round and closed them decisively on her delightful breasts, which seemed to fit his grasp perfectly. Her
nipples were bullet hard. She groaned with pleasure and seemed to push against his hands as he gently squeezed and caressed,
while shifting his position a little to accommodate a now totally stiff erection inside his pants.
Suddenly she reached behind her and a hand found and felt his straining cock. With a delicious giggle she turned her head,
showing that laughing glance he hoped he had captured in his shots. Deftly she undid and pushed down his pants, then stroked
his erection lightly through his boxers. He almost came on the spot and gasped sharply as he desperately tried to exert
control over himself; involuntarily his hands tightened on her breasts, gripping them hard.
"Sorry," he said, loosening his grip again, "but …"
"No problem," she said, "I liked it."
Her hand delved into his boxers and she dug her nails into the base of his cock, so hard it hurt. But it lessened the need to
come. Then, keeping her back to him but gripping the top of his boxers with both hands, she firmly rolled them down till they
could drop of their own accord. This made her bend forward, and her ass came into contact with his groin. She giggled again
and, moving out of his grasp, went to her knees, but looked back at him. "Here," she said, running a finger down her butt
crack. "Try it here."
Feeling an almost manic elation, he knelt behind her. He realised that she was not going to take a risk by having unprotected
sex, but he was not complaining. To fuck that delectable ass, even from the outside, was more than he could ever have dreamed
of. Eagerly he moved forward and pressed his cock into her cleft. He took hold of her hips and shifted to get well
positioned, then began to push to and fro slowly, loving the feel of her firm cheeks around his cock.
"That's my boy," she said in a very approving tone, pushing back at him. "That feels good."
Finding his rhythm, he began to thrust harder, and his hands came forward to grip her breasts and play with them
