The last of the arriving passengers had finally trickled out of the arrival gate at the Charles DeGaulle airport. 30th of December was not a particularly busy time for air traffic in Paris.
Vitorrio DeLuca scanned the faces of every last passenger that passed by. What did she look like? They had not met or seen each other in seven years. Would she recognize him? He heard she had gained some weight since they were last together in New York in the summer of 2001. She had married some wall street executive stayed home and kept a house and had a couple of kids.
It had been a week since he had received an e-mail that she would be arriving in Paris for a photo shoot, and could they spend some time together? Of course, Al would not be coming due to some conference at work that could not wait. Vitorrio re-checked the flight number. Yes that was the flight number and there was not a sign of Sarah Bradley.
Vitorrio was now a successful portrait artist and had been commissioned and exhibited in every major city in Europe. Born of an Italian father and a French mother he had stunningly good looks and an athletic stature. He was well known in artistic circles in Paris. But today he did not wish to be recognized. He hadn't shaved and his two day old stubble gave him a masculine look in a sexy macho sort of way.
Vitorrio father had been a sort of obscure stone sculptor and had managed to make a living out of occasional assignments renovating old churches. His mother had left with another man when Vitorrio was very young. Vitorrio had taken an interest in art at an early age, and at Eighteen, he had accumulated every last penny he had and taken the trip to New York on an art study tour.
It was as at the New York academy of Fine art that he had first seen Sarah. Several of the workshops that were part of the class involved photography and art with a local live model and Sarah had been one that had stood out in his memory. She was twenty three at the time and was beginning a successful career in professional modeling. It had been the third day of the workshop when students were first introduced to Sarah. The studio was brightly lit with halogen lights from strategic angles. A small platform was provided for the model with a few necessary props that would be used in the photo shoot. The instructor had come in with a woman he introduced as Sarah Bradley. He held her arm as they entered the studio, eliciting a stunned silence when she made her appearance.
This morning she was wearing a pink terry robe. It was not buttoned in the front but clutched together nervously in her fist. Silently she made her way to the platform. Sarah was not very skinny for a model unlike the anemic looking ones popular at the time. She was 5,2" in height and Vitorrio guessed she would have been around 115 lbs. She had a pretty face, large eyes and puffy pouty lips. Short blond curls framed her features and fell down cascading lightly over her shoulders. Long eye lashes and large grey eyes completed the description of this very voluptuous model. The robe did not do much justice to her 36C breasts though it was unclear whether she was wearing a bra under the robe. Like wise, Vitorrio could not tell whether she had any underwear on at all. She had a timid look as she sat down on the chase lounge placed on the platform for the occasion. The bright lights generated some warmth and a slight sheen of perspiration had developed across her face and upper lip. Her feet were clad in white strappy sandals laced upwards to her calves. Her skin was unblemished and creamy white as a plethora of flashes captured the beautiful scene in front of them.
When the first pose was introduced, Sarah put her right foot up on the chase lounge as she lay down and rested her head on the armrest on one side. The left foot was planted firmly on the ground in front of the chaise and the right heel rested on the couch and was bent at the knee. The front of the robe had fallen open and her beautiful white flesh of her inner thigh was now exposed. Clearly Sarah was an expert in the art of boudoir posing. Her head was tilted back as she lay down with her eyes closed. Her mouth was open as strands from her had strayed giving her a sensual but casual look. The flash of a dozen or so cameras concluded the scene as the assistants brought in props for the next one.
For the next scene, the robe was pulled up as she sat on the edge of a rustic looking bed. Again, the flashes went off as her white cotton panties became visible from between her slightly parted thighs. Next scene was a reclining scene against the pillows and wide open up for the camera. The move brought the panty covered lips of her sex into full view. The sheer fabric of the flimsy underpants had followed the delicate contours of her sex and the outlines of the little pussy were finally revealed. The next position found her rolled over on her belly. The new pose exposed the full and plump cheeks of her luscious behind with just the brief white panties to cover her back there. The instructor had moved towards her adjusting the leg bands of her panties so more of her unusually large backside was visible to the camera. The cameras took in the pink flesh, the lovely curves and the unblemished skin as they continued to click and an appreciative murmur went around the room.
The photo shoot had ended rather abruptly as Sarah had got up and re-adjusted her robe. The instructor indicated that Sarah would be available for more intimate photography or art work by private appointment. Four hour slots were available on a first come first serve basis over the next two days. Vitorrio had managed to finally persuade Sarah to do a two hour session in a studio he was renting for a week. It had taken much of his savings to put up the advance for the photo shoot.
They had met that afternoon. The props consisted of nothing more than an overstuffed chair. Sarah had done some provocative modeling, but today was not going to be one of those days. She selected her assignments carefully. Vitorrio was not the editor of Vogue, or a writer for people magazine. Her modeling for him was not high on her priority list. But then again she had been rather charmed by his boyish looks, his wonderful smile and French accent. He was polite but easily embarrassed. She was prepared for this photo shoot. She had left her stiletto pumps on as she had unzipped her loose floral skirt and let it fall to the floor. She had turned away from him as she had un-buttoned her white silk blouse and then her black bra. With her back to him she had put on a loose fitting man's cotton shirt which she had tied in a knot in the front under her voluptuous breasts. Vitorrio had made several hand sketches with her assuming various poses most of them artful but not particularly erotic.
The afternoon had gone of rather nicely as she began to enjoy his easy manner and animated conversation. They even ended up going to a movie that evening. It was a romantic movie and he had held her close as she had nuzzled against him placing her head over his shoulder. Their kisses had started off rather innocently and then become more urgent as his hands found the buttons of the front of her blouse. Between fierce kisses he has massaged each of the creamy white globes as each was pulled out of the cups of her lacy bra. Her nipples had reacted favorably to his touch, becoming hard and painful as erasers as he began to plant urgent kisses on each of them. His hands had travelled lower in the darkened theater now gently caressing the flesh where her short blouse ended and her skirt began. His gently sucked in each nipple as his fingers caressed her belly button and then the fleshy mound through the front of her loose fitting skirt.
Urgently he massaged the front of her as her legs parted slightly and his fingers found the outline of the lips of her sex. A low moan escaped Sarah's lips as she slipped lower in the leather seat. Vitorrio has seized the opportunity to gently push up her skirt and rest his hand on her bare thigh. The flesh was so warm and smooth and hairless as he gently caressed his way up between her inner thighs until his fingers found the edges of the lace of her silken panties. Sarah suddenly closed her thighs tightly trapping his hand now pressed to her throbbing crotch. Each of Sarah's breaths was now a moan as his mouth frantically sucked on her puffy areolas and trailed soft kisses down her neck. He sucked a nipple into his lips and immediately felt it stiffen. He lingered there and then moved slowly to the other breast offering it the same gentle attention. Squeezing her breasts together he covered her breasts with his warm saliva. Her breathing grew heavier and he explored the front of her silk panties which were exquisitely soaked. His hand slid back and forth while her labia swelled through the material of her wet silk. All of a sudden she raised herself off the seat reaching under her skirt to the waist band of her panties sliding them down off her buttocks and down to her upper thighs. The skimpy material was now stretched between her lower thighs offering him unfettered access to her aching pussy.
Sarah dropped lower in her chair the cool leather of the seats making a farting sound as her bare bum slid across it. Vitorrio inserted a thick finger into her little pussy. Sarah felt the fire in her hot pussy spread throughout her whole body as her first orgasm started to build. Suddenly she pulled Vittorio's head up to kiss his urgent lips and their tongues met. As she ended the kiss he bit her bottom lip sucking it into his mouth. She sucked his tongue passionately as he added a second finger to her hot hungry pussy. Her juices were streaming down over the black leather as his fingers made a squelching sound as he fingered her gooey snatch. The scent of Sarah's sex filled his nostrils and his hard cock strained against the material of his denim jeans.
