A Model Romance

I woke up the next morning, my head still replaying the events of the prior few days. Other than some flirty texting with Anna last night, the day had been uneventful after we departed the hotel yesterday morning. I'd gone to work and done my job, no major issues had presented themselves, and I'd left on time. Dinner had been fast food, and I'd watched TV for an hour or so before going to bed.

The sun was still low enough when I woke to shine right into my window. I grabbed my phone to check the time. I had to be at work at noon today, so I hadn't bothered to set an alarm, figuring I would sleep in. Naturally, I was surprised when my phone screen read 7:30 in the morning. I wasn't alone in being awake, though. Not ten seconds after I checked the time, my phone buzzed with a message from Anna.

"Good morning, Charlie" with a kissing emoji.

"Good morning, Anna. You just wake up too?"

"A little while ago, getting ready to shoot some pics by the pool, got to get that good lighting," she said.

"Eh, you'd look perfect either way. Have fun. I'm going to jump in the shower," I replied.

"Sounds hot," with a winking emoji.

I got in the shower and let the water cascade over me. After soaping up and washing off, I rinsed, turned off the water and stepped out. I walked to the kitchen with a towel around my waist and started my usual breakfast: a cup of coffee and a pop-tart.

My phone buzzed. I opened it to find a selfie of Anna, standing by a walled-in pool in a sexy orange bikini. I couldn't be certain because of the angle, but I'm pretty sure it was a thong, and the top was barely containing her ample chest. My manhood stirred a bit, swelling to half-mast just from a bikini picture. Damn, my girlfriend was hot. A text came through while I was staring at the photo. "I miss your cock," she'd written.

"You're very forward, you know that?" I replied.

"You don't like it?" she asked.

"I love it. Wish I didn't have to work today," I wrote back.

"Not until noon though, right? Why don't you come over for a bit before you go in?" with a winking emoji.

"You serious? Because I will," I sent back.

"Deathly," she sent. Immediately after that text, another one came through with an address. "I'll leave the door unlocked."

I had a couple hours, and I couldn't think of a better way to spend them than with her. Instead of getting dressed for work I threw my work clothes into a backpack and put on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. I slipped on a pair of shoes and practically ran out the door.

***

I pulled up outside her house, which looked even bigger than in the pictures she showed me yesterday. She really must have been doing well with her OnlyFans account. It still felt a little odd knowing that my girlfriend was making a living by sharing pictures of herself online, but I had mostly gotten over the initial shock and wasn't as bothered by it as I had originally worried that I'd be. I couldn't argue with the results, either.

I strolled up the walkway and was about to knock when I remembered she told me she would leave it open. Turning the handle, I pushed the door open and stepped over the threshold into her home. Boxes were still everywhere, but it was clear she had bought a very nice place. The open kitchen was off to my right and had a full island with plenty of space. A living room was in front me with a stone fireplace off to the side, and I looked around, wondering if she was inside or still out by the pool. I could see some large windows on the far side of the living room and walked over to look out into the yard.

Anna was laying on a towel on the concrete pool deck, obviously not having had pool furniture when she moved in. Her light brown hair was in a bun on the back of her head. She was wearing the orange bikini from the picture she'd sent earlier, and as she was lying on her stomach with her head facing the pool, it was clear that it was in fact a thong suit. Her perfect bubble butt stared right back at me as I looked at her, admiring her sexy form in her swimsuit.

I slid open the screen door and stepped out onto the deck. She didn't react, so either she didn't know I was there yet, or she was ignoring me. I assumed it was the former. I grabbed the bottle of sunscreen she had sitting on the ground and before she could react, straddled her, using her soft ass as a chair.

She reacted quickly, spinning around and laughing at me. "I heard you coming, but to be honest I thought you would try to surprise me by smacking my ass, not sitting on it," she laughed.

I squirted some sunscreen onto my hand and rubbed them together. "Trust me Anna, I definitely thought about it, but I figured if I pinned you down, I could give you a massage to say good morning," I said as I began to rub her shoulders.

"Well, I didn't lay down in a thong with my ass facing toward the door for nothing, so you better slap it later," she smirked, her cheek back to resting on the towel, "but I'll allow it for a back rub. That feels really good, Charlie."

"The pleasure is mine," I said with a smile as I continued to rub her shoulders and upper back. She reached behind herself and unsnapped her top, pulling the straps off to give me better access. She moaned in pleasure as I applied pressure to a knot in her muscle and worked it out.

I continued down her back, rubbing tension out of her as I went. When I finished her lower back, I squeezed out some more sunscreen lotion and slid down her thighs, then started rubbing and squeezing her perfect ass. "Ooh that feels so good, Charlie," she whimpered softly.

"You're not the one feeling up a goddess," I leaned in and whispered in her ears. When I finished, I pulled my right hand back and slapped her ass cheek, making it bounce provocatively. She flinched slightly and giggled. I slid off her legs, giving her the freedom to move again. "So, do I get a good morning kiss?" I asked.

"After working that tension out of my shoulders? You can have a good morning whatever you want," she said, smiling, and turned over. She sat up, her undone top falling away from her perfect breasts and threw her arms around me, pulling me in for a kiss.

Our kiss was tender and loving, with just a hint of intensity thrown in. It was nice, and when we pulled away, I was smiling like it was my first kiss all over again. She looked pretty happy to me, too.

"Ok, so I know I implied this was a booty call, and it definitely is," she said, "but you have a bit of time, right? Can I show you around? I'm so excited and you're the first person who I get to show my new house off to."

"Absolutely, I'd be offended if you didn't," I smiled. She stood up and grabbed her top as she did, holding it to her nicely rounded breasts and clasping it behind her back. Taking my hand, she led me inside and gave me the grand tour.

"Ok, so, you saw the pool, which needs chairs, but I've got some being delivered later today if they're still on time. This is the living room, and that's obviously the kitchen. It's got so much space and I'm a pretty good cook, if I can say that, and I can't wait to break it in, so you'll come back over another time and let me cook dinner, right?"

"Of course." We walked down the hall to a staircase. On one side, she showed me an empty bedroom devoid of furnishings and a bathroom. On the other side, another bedroom.

"That bedroom is going to be my office, all the boxes are in there, but they need to be unloaded. I need the space for my equipment and my computer for editing, maybe a backdrop screen for like a miniature photo studio. The one on the other side will be another guest room I imagine, but I don't have furniture for it yet. Come on upstairs," she said, pulling me onward. She led the way up the stairs, and my eyes were glued to her big round ass, her thong swallowed up by her cheeks. She turned around and caught me staring, and just grinned at me. "Soon, calm down, Charlie," she said, and then looked back ahead of her, but she definitely put more of a swing in her hips after that.

Upstairs she showed me a bathroom and laundry room, with another guestroom across the hall. This one had a bed in it already but was otherwise bare and had some boxes waiting to be opened. "I still need to unpack, obviously," she said. Then she took me into the last room.

"This is my bedroom," she said, showing me a nicely furnished room with a large bed that had carved wooden bed posts, and a dresser, and a lot of open space. There was a door on the far side that opened into a walk-in closet. "Nice, right? But that's not the best part. Through here," she said, leading me into the closet.

On the other end of the closet another door opened into the master bathroom. It was definitely the crown jewel of the house. Spacious and luxurious, it had a glass shower, and a full-size soaker tub that was built into a raised tile platform, and two sinks next to a fancy looking toilet. It was a lot nicer than my little apartment bathroom, that was for sure.

"What do you think?" she asked.

"This house is amazing. You should be proud of yourself," I told her, and meant it.

"Thank you. One last thing before we have some fun," she said. "What do you think of this bikini? Do I look good?"

I stared at her. Pretending like it was a tough question, I looked her up and down. My eyes wandered over her top, which contained her amazing boobs, if only barely. The bottom framed her hips perfectly, and when she turned around it was impossible for me to look anywhere but at her butt, framed by the little strip of fabric disappearing between her round, toned cheeks. "Are you kidding? You look amazing."

"Good. I got it in the mail from a new swim company who wants me to be a spokesmodel. They're offering me a year contract, I'd have to make posts every so often and go to a couple photoshoots. I was looking at their stuff and it's almost all thongs, you think I can pull it off?"

"If I don't pull it off you first, absolutely," I replied with a smirk.

"Thanks," she smiled at me. There was a moment of tension between us at that moment, when we both realized her tour was over, my opinion on the suit given, and all that was left was the reason my girlfriend invited me over this morning.

I walked forward, picked her up and carried her over my shoulder into her bedroom. Her laughter filled the room as I absconded with her. I lowered her down onto her bed and climbed on top of her, kissing her full lips. She kissed me back, full of passion, while her hands roamed my back.

I started to shift, kissing her neck and collarbone as she tilted her head back to give me access. She moaned softly as I moved down further, kissing between her breasts and working my way down her stomach. I kept going until I reached the waistband of her bikini bottom.

"I didn't get to taste you last time," I said, "and I'm going to correct that mistake." I sat up and pulled the orange thong up her raised legs to her feet and discarded it on the floor. I lowered my mouth to her once again and kissed the very top of her slit; her breath hitched as I did.

I began to lick down her lips, twirling my tongue to tease as much as I could. My hands gripped her inner thighs, my thumbs playing at the sides of her pussy, holding it apart for my lips and tongue to explore. She tasted sweet and I couldn't get enough.

Her moans slowly began to increase in both frequency and volume. She rolled her hips slightly as if to push my tongue in deeper and I was happy to oblige. I raised my mouth to her clit and began to strum it slowly with my tongue, while I moved a hand closer and began to play with her opening with a finger. I kept this up for a short while, watching her body closely for signals as I did.

She started to move more, showing signs of losing control. I increased the speed I was using, while sliding a finger inside her and curling it upwards, putting pressure on her sensitive spot. She bucked her hips wildly and nearly threw me off, but I held on and kept up the rhythm I was maintaining. With almost no warning she came, a loud moan escaping her lips as her body contracted around mine. "Fuck, so good," were the only words she was able to get out as I kept up my ministrations, riding out her orgasm with her.

She had barely come down from her climax when she looked me in the eyes, her desire in no way sated. "Put it in me. Please," she begged. I quickly pulled my shirt over my head and slid my shorts and underwear down, my throbbing cock exposed to the cool air of her bedroom, looking irritated at having been denied her warmth for this long.

I climbed over her once more and lined up my manhood with her slit, slowly pushing forward. She was soaked from her orgasm, and I slid in with ease. "Fuck, Anna, you feel amazing," I managed to get out as I penetrated deep inside her.

"Your dick is amazing, I love how you stretch me out," she whispered back. "You gave it to me four times the other night and I still had to come home and touch myself, I was still so turned on," she added teasingly. The image of her rubbing one out, probably in this very spot, while thinking about me was an both an ego boost and huge turn-on, and I started to thrust my cock in and out of her tight, wet hole.

I kissed her and she kissed back, her tongue pushing into my mouth, no doubt tasting herself on my lips. I pushed back with mine, our tongues dueling together while we fucked. Her walls squeezed me as I continued to pump into her, her hips rolling with mine to increase penetration as much as she could.

She broke the kiss with a moan and reached down with one hand to rub her clit in time with my thrusts. I pumped harder while her other hand gripped my arm, holding me tightly while I held myself above her. I could feel the tension beginning to build in my balls, a rope coiling tighter with each passing minute. Her wet pussy continued to massage my length as I rode her, her body reacting to every movement, her moans getting stronger as I stretched her out and her hand worked her clit.

With a yelp she came again, bucking under me as I continued to fuck her pleasure-wracked body. "I can't hold it much longer, you feel too good," I warned her.

As soon as she recovered, she told me to stand up. I reluctantly pulled out and stood next to the bed. She rolled off and got on her knees before me, her blue eyes looking up at mine as she grabbed my big, angry cock and began to stroke it, pointing it at her chest. She was still wearing her bikini top, but with one hand she pulled the triangle cups aside, her breasts exposed and still heaving with the exertion of her orgasm.

Her stroking had me on the edge in no time, her body the perfect canvas on which to paint my passion. Her tits jiggled as she moved her arms back and forth, both hands now stroking my cock with her juices as lubricant. "I want it," she said breathlessly, "give me your cum, Charlie."

With a grunt I did just that, the first rope hitting her left breast just above her perfect nipple. She made sure to point the second shot at her other breast, in the interest of fairness I assume. She didn't stop stroking as I shot out the remainder of my load, the last spurts sliding gently onto her as she rubbed the tip on her cum-covered nipples.

"Goddammit, you're hot," I said as she smiled up at me, squeezing her tits together to show off the cum shot she'd earned. She stood up and kissed me before grabbing a towel and wiping herself off.

"So, how much time before you have to run out on me?" she asked, pulling her top back into place and looking around for her bottom.

"I have about an hour," I said. "You want me to hang out? I wasn't sure if you were interested in me this morning or just 'missed my cock,' as you said in your text," I teased her.

"Of course I want you to hang out. I'd have wanted to see you even if you didn't have that monster between your legs," she said, gesturing at my half-erect member. "In another relationship I'd think maybe we were moving too fast, and we probably are, but it seems right. Are you OK with how quickly this is all happening?"

"I know what you mean, so yes, I'm more than alright with it. It seems right. And you asking me that means I'm not worried about it at all, because we're communicating well for people who've only known each other for four days," I responded. I'd been afraid of moving too fast in the past, but she was right. This felt different.

She smiled at me, the most beautiful smile I've ever seen. "Good. Come hang out by the pool with me? Put that thing in your swim trunks and let's go out back before you leave."

"Sounds great, except I didn't actually bring swim trunks," I said. She stared at me.

"You saw me send you a picture of me in a swimsuit by the pool, then tell you to come over, and you didn't think to pack a suit? Men," she said, shaking her head with a smirk.

"In my defense, when your hot model of a girlfriend texts you for a booty call, you drop everything and run to her place as fast as you can," I replied, only a bit sheepishly.

She jokingly narrowed her eyes and considered while staring at me. "Smooth, Prince Charming. I'll allow it this time," she finally said, "but I guess that means you're skinny dipping."

"What, just me? You won't join me?" I responded. She just laughed.

"You said it yourself; I look really good in this suit." She turned and led the way out of her room, swinging her hips to show off her bubble butt as she walked. As I watched the thin orange strip of fabric disappear between her cheeks, I figured I could live with it. I grabbed my clothes and followed, not bothering to dress for the walk down.

We walked out by the pool, and she sat down on the edge, her legs dangling in the water. I joined her, making sure no neighbors houses had views over the wall that surrounded her yard. She must have seen what I was doing. "Don't worry," she giggled, "I wouldn't bring you out here naked if they could see. I don't feel like fighting off the neighborhood moms when they see that weapon hanging between your legs."

"You'd be too busy fending off their husbands to notice," I remarked. She blushed and smiled.

"You really are always this sweet, aren't you? I wasn't sure I believed it last time, but you just keep making me feel all warm and fuzzy inside with compliments. If we hadn't just had sex, I'd be worried you were trying to get into my pants," she said to me. I grinned.

"First of all, what pants?" I said, gesturing to her sexy bare legs. "Second of all, I am absolutely trying to get into your metaphorical pants, and that's never going to stop, so you should probably get used to it. I just want to be in your heart, too," I added and leaned in to kiss her. We made out tenderly for a minute on the side of the pool. When the kiss broke, we just stared into each other's eyes for a moment, smiling contentedly. "So," I said when the moment finally ended, "what have you got going on today?" I asked.

"I've got to call up the people behind this bikini and finalize that agreement, and then I'll probably shoot some more pictures in this one to get a good post ready for when we're officially in business," she said, gesturing at her camera equipment that was set up off to the side of the pool. "Then, I might grab another suit and shoot a couple teasing photos for my OnlyFans, and I'm having dinner with some girlfriends this evening."

"I wasn't sure what to think when you first told me your job, but now I know exactly what I'm feeling: jealousy, but not how you'd think," I said with a smile. "I wish I could work on my own terms like you do instead of having to be at the hotel for specific shifts and answering to corporate's whims. Plus, I like your uniform better," I joked.

"Not sure you could pull my uniform off, but yeah, I'm pretty lucky," she said. "Maybe one day I'll make enough that you can just be my sugar baby," she teased me.