Some call it fate, others a coincidence. Both are wrong. What this is, it’s just luck.

The Wedding she was photographing was already odd. To start with, Natalie does not typically do weddings, they require two photographers and are always a shit show. This was a special request as a favor from a former client.

Natalie had the interview with the bride to be and realized quickly she knows the groom. She sat still without a word being spoken staring off into space as her mind spiraled thinking ” Do I tell her I know him, yes, I should because he will recognize me. But do I say everything? No, I shouldn’t”.

Natalie lived with the groom when she was an adolescent. His ex-Wife was friends with Natalie’s mother and they have two children she would babysit while they partied. When Natalie finally was able to get out of her father’s clutch, she was desperate for safety, so she walked 13 miles to the Dawson’s house when she was 12. Unknowingly walking into a new drama that quickly unfolded with the stress of a new person. The Wife asked for a divorce so that she could be with her female lover. This was a welcome distraction from her own journey, Natalie tucked her own trauma away to deal with later and focused on making sure the two kids were okay in their transition. It didn’t take long for everything to fall apart and she had to move out, losing contact with them for 20 years, until that day.

Nerves are one thing, what she was experiencing was something else. The day of the wedding she prepared as normal. ” Extra batteries, short range lens, phones charged, emergency joint is here for when I have my panic attack. Okay let’s do this”. As usually there were people late. Patience is everything for this kind of work. Natalie felt her heart pounding in anticipation of seeing the kids she once babysat, wondering how life turned out for them, wondering if they remember her and what happened.

Just as quick as she felt the nerves swallow her heart, she forgot why she was so nervous. One look, ” Damn he cleans up nice. Why is it that you want what you cannot have? He is married to my client, and way to young.” Yet she pondered the thought.

The wedding went just like any others, family jealousy, drinking, the awkwardness of the weird cousins and aunts, and the bride’s brother was hitting on her in front of his Wife, but he’s not the one she wants. Natalie was counting down the minutes until this was over so she could exit quickly. Group photo time, then the exit shot and then dancing and were done. “Wait a second, is that what I think it is?”

Yes, it definitely is. Oh Jack, do you place it to the side on purpose or does it naturally sit there, waiting to be seen and touched. A true perv would have zoomed in more and taken better photos of the outline of his large penis to fantasize about later when editing. But she has too much integrity for that, so she will have to keep the image in her head. The tingling between her legs increased and she could feel her lips touching form the wetness, craving what it would taste like. Now she has to worry if she can blame the hard nipples on the colder wind or if they will notice she is thinking of that outline. Natalie had to speed things up a bit so she can leave with her thoughts, she squirms with the need to feel his body, and he feel hers.

The last dance, thank God. But of course, they request more photos, how much do you think $50 gets you? Natalie kindly obliges since the requested photo is fun and it involves Jack. She starts undressing him with her eyes, wonder if what she imagines he looks like is true, fighting the urge to touch her breast. She takes the photos that the Wife suggests, pretending to blow Jack. She should just take it out and do it now, no one is looking but me and you can’t leave him like that, wanting more, you tease. She wanted to go over there and show her what he deserves, a real blow job, but she refrained. Instead, she excused herself to her truck, she couldn’t take the tingling any longer. Natalie touched her breast while her other hand slide under her dress and started feeling her wet Pussy, softly and methodically until her entire body shuddered with pleasure while thinking of having him in her mouth. She placed her shirt in her mouth so when she screamed it would be muffled, and even as cars passed possibly seeing her breast out. She gently pinched her nipple as she continued touching herself until satisfied. Wondering if he would have been mad that she did this if he knew and smiling at the thought of what he would do as a punishment.

Natalie took the last part of the time to photograph the rest of the wedding stuff, flower, table decor, guest mingling. As she shook hands and said goodbyes and congratulations, she had no thought of the groom or his family, only thoughts of desire.

For weeks she fantasized about Jack, what would he look like laying on her bed, or standing with a handful of hair, how good does he spank, would he let her call him Sir. The orgasms were leg weakening, so Hot it could make anyone blush if they heard it. Sometimes she would think about it more than once in a day, leaving her so wanting that any brush on her skin would make her gasp for air and her nipples peak through her shirt.

The realization that it will never happen prompted her to search for someone real. Months and months of meaningless conversations, full of men that were not suited to her liking. Until she found a message buried in the list one day, that seemed too good. Confident, stable, Horny, knows what he wants. Let’s see where this goes. She replies “I am glad you messaged, I don’t normally go for younger guys” all while looking at the mysterious yet provoking profile photo that definitely fit with the name, yes, it is a monster cock, now give it me. But is he real? Is this another profile that someone is hiding behind?