Erotica from Penthouse by Marco Vassi

us to dress up as birds.
    Paula's boyfriend Daniel joined us. A makeup artist and designer, he had fashioned outfits with wing-like sleeves and a peacock tail. He was decorating my face with feathers and sequins when Jonathan arrived. Only a pair of fishnet stockings kept me from being naked.
    “Your costume is in the corner, Jonathan,” Paula ordered. “Put it on and Daniel will do your makeup next.”
    I watched Jonathan undress. He was long, lean and nicely muscled, like a swimmer. As he dropped each garment to the floor, he continued to stare at my breasts and hips. I found his blatantness arousing and stared back.
    At the zoo pavilion we paired off. Jonathan and I wandered around taking Polaroids and giving them to the guests. Many asked to be photographed with one of us. Jonathan enjoyed posing me. While positioning me he would whisper in my ear, “Eva, you have very shapely legs,” and surreptitiously run his hand over my ass. Or he would straighten the straps of my bodice and smooth the pleats over my hips. I found his caresses exciting. Once he cornered me as I was reloading my camera. He slid his hand through the open back of my dress and fondled my breasts.
    “I have to see your face,” he murmured, squeezing my nipples. “I like what I've seen so far.” I searched through the folds of his costume, found his cock and fondled back. For the remainder of the job, I thought only about how it had hardened in my hands.
    Afterward we went back to Daniel's studio. Paula and Daniel disappeared into the bedroom. As I leaned over to take off my shoes, I felt Jonathan embrace me from behind.
    “Let me help you with your dress,” he said.
    Peeling off the bodice, he ran his hands over my breasts. We began to kiss passionately. Nearby was a table covered with soft fabrics. Jonathan lifted me onto it. Placing his cock at the opening of my vagina, he gently pushed in half an inch and paused, then advanced the entire tip of his cock and stopped again. He entered me a half-inch at a time, occasionally pulling out and starting over again. This sweet torture made me desperate. I tugged at his hips, but he resisted penetrating me all the way.
    So I knelt down before him and with my tongue circled the tip of his cock. I took him into my mouth slowly, a little at a time, sucked and stopped. He grew excited and wanted to thrust deeply into my mouth, but I resisted.
    “Come inside me again,” I urged. He thrust into me again and again until the deep waves of pleasure rippled through us.
    Later we dressed each other in street clothes and left the studio. The streets were surreally lit by the star-filled March sky. We walked, holding hands, in the direction of my house.
    “This is one of my favorite streets,” Jonathan told me. “A city heat pipe runs under it, so almost every block has a sidewalk steam vent. Look.” He pointed to one ahead of us that was spewing large white clouds. “Would you let me photograph you in that one night?” I laughed, amused at the idea. Many artists had asked me to pose before, and I always declined. But imagining myself in one of Jonathan's strange photographs was appealing.
    “Yes,” I replied, turning to him. “I might be able to help you.”
    Jonathan phoned a few nights later. “Wear something you can easily slip in and out of,” he instructed me, “and I'll pick you up at midnight.”
    I put on my kimono and a long blue cape. Half an hour later I found myself naked, along with Paula and Daniel, in an alley in a deserted part of the city. In the middle of the block, a street vent emitted a steady mass of steam. We huddled around it, trying to find warmth in the near freezing night. Jonathan mounted his strobe on the camera. Then he wordlessly slid his hands down my neck and shoulders, peeling back my cape and kimono.
    “Stay near the vent and you'll be warm,” he advised. He moved several feet away and began to view the scene through the camera.
    For a crazy instant I thought of