Friday came and like most people at my office I opted to work from home rather than brave the traffic jams created by weekend vacationers. I put together my camera equipment and bought extra memory cards and charged up extra batteries. I had never shot with a model before and looked up a few tips and tricks to help us out. I showed up just after four. Scott and Jo welcomed me into the house. Maggie had to sniff all of the bags I'd brought in with me. We sat and chatted for a bit going over what Jo and I would try to capture over the evening as Scott waited for one of his poker buddies to pick him up.
"Do you need a ride?" I hadn't thought if he was able to drive or not these days. I remembered him tossing me the keys on Wednesday.
"Nah, Alan lives further out and he said he'd stop and pick me up."
"I was thinking something light to eat then off to the studio." Jo said with a grin. She turned to Scott. "You take it easy on the spicy stuff, remember what happened last time you went crazy with the hot wings." She reached over and brushed his cheek with her thumb.
"Yes dear." He sighed and looked at me. "She can't even let me enjoy my last few months."
"I'd rather not have to deal to the fall out all night long." She added quickly waving her hand in the air. We all laughed and Scott nodded in agreement. A soft tone rang out and I recognized the driveway alarm.
"I'll go meet him at the door if you want to stay in here. Fewer questions that way." He stood and patted his pockets to make sure he had his stash. He took his phone off its charger and kissed Jo. She followed him to the door. I overheard her state that if they started drinking they were to stay put or call her to come get them. Her tone brooked no argument from either of them. Scott told her that he'd call her to let her know either way. The noise subsided but Jo hadn't returned to the kitchen yet. I went to the foyer to see her standing at the sidelight window staring at the tail lights of the car as it braked at the end of the driveway. She flipped the lock but didn't turn around right away.
"I understand if you don't want to do this tonight." I said softly. She turned and gave me a smile leaning back against the door, her hands behind her back.
"Getting cold feet Bobby? You've already seen me naked, it's not as if I have anything left to hide."
I smiled. "That's not it and you know it. If you still want to go through with this then upstairs and get naked, put on something loose like a robe or an over-sized shirt then come back down and we'll have something to eat."
"You want me to get naked now but don't want to watch?" Her smile widened.
"I don't want any red marks from elastics and such. They can take thirty minutes or more to disappear. Your skin is too fine and I want to get it right."
She nodded at the reasoning and grinned like an imp. "Are you sure you don't want to watch?"
I busted out laughing. "I'm going to be watching you in various states of naked for the rest of the evening. The least I can do is make it through dinner before my mouth is left hanging open for the rest of the night."
"You say the sweetest things." She took a step away from the door and started disrobing in the foyer. "I've never met a photographer that didn't like to watch. They are the ultimate voyeurs." The first shirt was off and tossed onto the stairs, the tank top beneath it was coming off quickly as did the bra. I watched her strip and noticed she wasn't trying to be overtly seductive about it but it was still having that effect on me. She pushed the yoga pants off, her panties dropping with them, she stepped out of them and stood up smiling and naked. "There. Your wish is my command."
I sighed and shook my head, unable to wipe the smile off my face. "I didn't realize how hard this was going to be."
"Luckily for you, I like it hard. Would you be a dear and fill that pot on the stove half way with water and set it to boil and I'll be right back."
She got to the banister and I stopped her. "Do me a favor and raise your foot up and show me the sole." They were a little dirty but not bad. I attributed that to Maggie messing up the floors with her dirty paws. "Wash the soles please and put on slippers or thick socks before you come down. One of my pet peeves, on some of the sites I reviewed, was models photographed with dirty feet. How the photographers didn't notice that in their final shots I don't know."
"They were looking at the model's tits and ass, that's why." She said with a laugh as she gathered her clothes and went upstairs. I did as she asked and got the water started and saw what she had planned.
She came back down in a long soft robe and began gathering the dinner ingredients. I insisted on helping her when I saw her pushing up the sleeves of her robe repeatedly to keep them away from the burners on the stove. "Photographer and chef, this is too much to hope for." She sat at the table with a smile. The robe slipped open showing off a long smooth leg.
"Don't distract me, I'm likely to lop off my shutter finger."
"Be careful." She stood. "How's this for an outfit?" She opened the robe and put her hands on her hips giving them a little tilt. She was stunning.
I stood there with my mouth hanging open just a moment too long and the water boiled over making a hissing noise as it hit the burner. I turned to the pot and lifted the lid to release the steam. "Steaming hot, I couldn't agree more." I heard a giggle as she retied the robe and sat down. We ate and discussed what she wanted to do for the pictures. She wanted to keep it classy. "Top shelf, like Playboy not something you'd have to hide under the counter." Her laugh was adorable and infectious and soon she had me laughing too. She seemed more at ease about this than I felt and I hoped that it would translate to the final images.
She leaned back and patted her stomach. "Maybe I should have skipped dinner." She puffed out her cheeks causing me to laugh.
"Yeah, I'm sure that a little pesto is going to blow you up like a balloon." I gathered the plates and gave them a rinse before we headed upstairs.
"Come down to my room, I want to see what you like for starters."
"Said the spider to the fly." I added, which made her laugh. She had several different lingerie sets laid out on their king sized bed.