Rainy Night In Georgia Pt 04

With me working all week I figured it was going to be boring for Issa just hanging out at my place. I was going to have her drop me off at work and keep my car. It came as a surprise that she didn't know how to drive. I enlisted Sarah's help knowing she'd be all for a girls day of shopping since Issa wanted to do a little more than she had when we were in Savannah.

"I hate her so much." Sarah texted me.

"Why?"

"Because she's a size four and looks amazing in everything."

"LOL thanks for getting her out of the house. I'm certain she would have been fine, probably would have read every book I own, but at least she can socialize a little this way."

I was never good at texting, always writing out a novel.

"She casually dropped that you're not sleeping on the couch."

"I am not." I texted back. Sarah was smart enough to figure it out, and I'm sure mom has too. Word got around quickly that Issa was spending another week with me. I looked up and saw Wendy wandering the sales floor so I quickly typed, "Gotta go, work beckons," and slipped my phone back into my pocket.

Wendy had been right about the returns and tech support. I had a couple of people bring me their cameras and ask how to do things. I've always considered that the biggest problem with technology is people who won't read the manual. The 'just show me real quick' crowd was always there in this business. It was always the point and shoot crowd too. Professionals and enthusiasts always did their homework and even occasionally found things out about their equipment that I didn't even know.

"How are you doing today hotshot?" Wendy asked as she approached the counter.

"Couldn't be better."

"Has your friend left for the catwalks of New York?"

"Baltimore first, but not until the weekend."

Wendy gave me a look over her glasses. "And you didn't beg me to use your vacation right away? I'm impressed."

"She hasn't left the country yet. I may see her again if she makes a swing down this way again. Atlanta is an hour away and a pretty big city for the arts. She said she's going to actively set dates to be there to work before she leaves for home."

Wendy laughed. "So I should expect a short notice for that vacation time to be scheduled."

"You know what it's like this time of year, tire kickers. Everybody is broke after Christmas, the next influx will be when people start getting their tax refunds in February. We'll be coasting until then."

"Accessories, accessories, accesories." She chanted.

"Yes, I know." I rolled my eyes. "I've been doing this for a while now."

"Josh you're my best camera guy because you're not just some kid who learned about them while playing around with them. You put in the time and studied."

"Unfortunately until last week I haven't been doing much with that knowledge." I sighed.

Wendy gave me a look that I've seen many times. It said, 'I know this isn't how you pictured it, but it's paying the bills.'

"Do you want to see a few of the shots I got?"

"Are they work safe?" She raised her eyebrows, having heard from Bobby about what kind of model Issabella was. Many of the safe shots were from our Saturday afternoon session.

After a little more site seeing we'd gone back to the hotel with a few items Issa suggested. We'd stopped and picked up a bottle of very bubbly bubble bath and she had found a yellow rubber duck with the kids bath items. I thought she had planned to soak with one of her new bath bombs, but she pointed that they don't foam up as much as bubble bath and she wanted to play with bubbles, hiding parts of herself and watch the bubbles slide off her body. She was getting me hard just describing it. We had set up the lights, behind the tub about a foot away was a floor length window with white blinds. This window faced the other side of the B&B and even with the blind up only offered moderate daylight. I thought about it and I decided to leave the blind down and closed to keep the focus on Issa. She was filling the bath and I tore open the package and let free the rubber duck. I squeezed it and it let out a squeak and she grinned. We did a multitude of shots, first with her on her knees as the suds rose. She had put her hair up in a messy bun, a few tendrils framed her face giving her a relaxed sensual look. She was angelic to say the least, covered in soap bubbles and kissing the lucky duck. She reclined and played with shoals of bubbles, piling them on her chest, and then dribbling water to rinse them off. Eventually she stood and used a small pitcher, which I think ended up being a ceramic creamer, to rinse off. She eventually got out of the bath and we did a lot of towel shots, drying off, wrapping herself in one. She had me stand behind her at a slight angle so she could be seen in the mirror over the sink while she preened a little. She turned and gave me a smoldering look before letting her hair back down, shaking it free, the towel went shortly after. I'm not certain how the bed survived the night.

I snapped back to the present. "Of course. She doesn't just run around tearing off her clothes for the hell of it." I said under my voice. "You have to pay for that." I laughed.

Wendy chuckled and shook her head as I took my phone out. I went to my photographer portfolio in the browser and made sure that Safe mode was on before I gave her the phone to see the photos.

"Wow, I can see why people pay her so well. She's gorgeous. I mean I knew that when I met her, but these are terrific Josh." She handed me back the phone.

"Yeah, she's amazing." I said, wistfully.

"That's not all her. You have to be the one seeing her that way to get the shot. You're in there too. Don't give her all of the credit."

"Thanks. She's convinced me to make a go of it. I orderd a couple large prints of photos I took of her that I want to frame. I just need to find a place to show them."

Wendy's eyes narrowed. "Let me talk to a friend of mine. I may have an idea."

"Really?"

"You know I'm a crafting junkie. There are a couple public art spaces in the city that offer workspace rentals. When you've crafted a bunch of things, enough that you can put together a table, some of them will schedule a sales event. We've had them at the farmer's market and a lot of us will crunch a lot to get ready for the pre-Christmas market, but there's usually one every other month."

"That would be awesome!"

"Let me make sure they're okay with naked ladies first. There are some church lady types that might not be okay with it." She laughed. "In fact you might want to get some shots of her with her clothes on too."

I had a thought then that I should consider what types of photograph might sell besides just art nudes. I glanced up and saw Derek across the store and thought some fantasy style shots might work. The idea came from the fact that he was a huge Dungeons and Dragons player and never got through an entire conversation without bringing it up. I immediately thought of diaphanous gown in a woodland setting, or a maiden in a long dress, lifting it to wade into the water of a stream, soft or fog filtered. That might sell at comic and game conventions.

"Josh?"

"Oh, sorry. I was thinking of other ideas for shoots. I wonder if Derek ever does the renaissance faires or live-action role playing. He might know of someone local that makes that sort of costumes like a rennaisance dress."

"You can check with him, but you may not need him for that. I know a seamstress that might be able to help with that too. He might know someone who already has one made."

I spent the rest of the day piecing together ideas in the hopes Issa would be back this way by spring. That familiar pang hit me again. I was falling for her, to be completely honest I'd fallen for her long before I actually met her, but now that I have she is even better than my imagination had built her up to be. We hadn't really discussed how we'd sort of fallen into the sheet-scorching sex, and I refused to look for a reason. I had come to the simple conclusion that she liked me, for now, that was enough.

I drove home, cursing myself for not texting either Sarah or Issa before I left to see if they were back from their day out.

I got home to find Sarah sitting on one of the stools and Issa behind the counter working on something.

"Hey little brother." Sarah chimed.

I walked around to stand next to Issa and she turned puckering up for a kiss. I paused awkwardly and gave her a quick kiss. My eyes sliding sideways to Sarah who had a smug look on her face.

"Now that you're here, I'll head home and see what David is up to. He put a brisket in the smoker around six this morning. I can't wait to dig into that."

"Ugh that sounds so good." I said.

"I invited you both over, but Issa had other plans it would seem." She had a conspiratorial grin as she stepped down from the stool and reached for her coat. I glanced down to find a bowl with a red and green paste, a bowl of chicken pieces, and some other ingredients laid out.

"It looks like you're in for a really good dinner of your own. Trust me I saw the recipe." Sarah gave Issa a wink and leaned up and gave me a kiss on the cheek before grabbing her bag and bidding us goodbye. I turned to find Issa at the sink washing her hands.

"What's all this? I would have made us dinner."

"You have no food in there." She waved at the refrigerator which was kind of bare, but in my defense we had left for three days to go to Savannah. She tossed the towel aside and stood in front of me giving me an even nicer kiss hello.

"This is the kind of welcome home I could get used to." I said my hands sliding down over her ass.

"Ah-ah!" She held up a finger and reached around pulling my hands off with a grin. "I have to cook, maybe later." Her trademark eyebrow flicker let me know that maybe was not the case, it was a sure thing. I opened the fridge to find it full of food. There was even a bottle of wine laid on its side chilling.

"How much do I owe you for all this?" I asked pulling the bottle out to read the label. I reached for a beer and looked up to see why she hadn't replied. She stood there with a confused look. "What?"

"You don't owe me money. I am your guest. You are letting me stay for the whole week. I can buy food." She seemed a little annoyed, her brows furrowed.

"Thank you. I would have gone shopping but I eat pretty light so I don't stock up on much."

"You have been burning a lot more calorie recently." She grinned, before turning towards the stove where she'd already placed the pans.

"What are you making?

"Chashushuli, it normally is made with beef, but sometime chicken, it is dish my mother taught to me. Your first real Georgian dinner."

She moved around like the kitchen was her own, I sat at the counter with my beer, which she came over and took a few sips of between tasks. Dinner was amazing and I realized just how bland American food must be to someone from a place where spices were used regularly and freely.

I tried to convince her that I could clean up. She stayed in the kitchen anyway, putting things away. Despite our close proximity we didn't get in each others way and danced around one another easily. At only one point I reached around her for a dish on the counter behind her. She turned and we were literally face to face. She grinned and kissed me before slipping aside to do something else.

I'd heard about anxiety attacks before, and I wondered if that's what I was feeling, my chest suddenly tight at the thought of her packing and leaving.

I must have been staring into space too long.

"Josh?"

I shook my head. "Oh, sorry, my mind wandered. I was thinking about an idea for a photo shoot today and I was picturing how I might do it."

Issa perked up, the corner of her mouth twitched upward. "This would require model?"

"Yes it would." I grinned. "Though she would be mostly dressed. I was talking to my boss and showed her some of the safe for work images I'd shot of you. She pointed out that it's entirely possible to take beautiful photos of women with their clothes on too." Issa chuckled at that.

"She is right. That is why wear lingerie, swimsuit, or drape fabric and use props."

I explained my idea about something more rustic or medieval. I started to explain live action role-play and she just nodded, already aware of it. "Where did you come up with this?"

"At work. I noticed one of my coworkers who is into it and plays Dungeons & Dragons a lot. I wondered if he might put me in contact with some of the people."

"I am glad you are thinking of other projects. I am going to take a shower."

"Any chance you need help with that?"

I walked into the bathroom and the counter had been lined with several new items, lotion and other items. I picked up the lotion and gave it a sniff, it smelled like vanilla and flowers. I looked up to see Issa looking at me in the mirror. She looked directly into my eyes and began to unbutton her shirt, the one she'd taken from my closet last week and made her own. I set the bottle down and turned. She backed out of the doorway and I found her sitting on the bed kicking her jeans free of her legs. A moment later her bra and panties had been left behind and she was in my arms. The feel of her warm skin against me was intoxicating as our lips met.

"You have too many clothes." She bit my lip and grabbed the sides of my polo, tugging it free from my slacks. My clothes blended with hers on the floor and she pushed me back toward the bath. "Yes, I would like help."

After a long shower involving some small talk and a lot of making out she shooed me out so she could wash her hair saying it was a lengthy process. I dried off, watching intently as she begam wash it. I left her to it and went out to the bedroom and threw on some sweats before checking my email.

As predicted there was a bunch of spam on the new photography account, and one or two offers that were way out of my league. Mainly models like Issa asking if I had work for them or to think about them when I did. I heard the hair dryer come on as I went to the profile I had made and saw lots of positive comments about the shots I'd posted of Issa. That gave me a happy little buzz bolstering my confidence about trying to make more out of my photography. My messaging app popped a notification so I clicked on it. One of my gaming buddies was giving me crap for having disappeared since before Christmas. I answered him telling him I'd been busy.

Issa brightened the door, walking out of the bedroom wearing only a towels carrying the bottle of lotion I'd been eyeballing a few minutes ago. My buddy tossed me a few insults and I just closed the app turning to watch Issa. She set the lotion bottle down and pulled the towel off and laid it on the couch before sitting down.

"Do you mind if I turn on music?"

"Not at all." She tossed me a little smirk and turned to grab the iPad eventually settling on some neo-soul playlist. She took the bottle of lotion and began giving herself a little bath in the sweet vanilla scent. I watched her as each foot was placed on the coffee table, each leg slathered in lotion. She turned her head to look at me, another smile lifted the corner of her mouth as she looked down at my sweatpants seeing the bulge.

"I thought you wanted to help me." She waved the bottle at me and I was beside her in a second. We both laughed as I helped her with her stomach and chest, making sure her breasts were both well lotioned. She swept her hair back and let me do her arms, all the way to rubbing it into her hands, the little massage I gave them with my thumbs made her sigh. I had her lay on her stomach so I could do her back. She pulled her hair up laying it over the arm of the couch as I knelt with the bottle and ran a line down her back. She wiggled her ass saying the lotion was cold. I put the bottle down and gave her ass a smack which caused her to yelp and giggle. She turned her head so she could see me and gave me a wicked grin as she wiggled her ass again.

"If you keep that up I'm going to give you an actual spanking." I warned.

She kept it up, her grin getting broader so I made good on my promise and gave her cheeks a half dozen or so swats, the crack of my palm on her skin seemed loud and I wondered if I was hurting her. Her ass had a little bit of a rosy glow now and I checked to see and she had a blissful on her face. She wasn't hurt in the least. I took up the lines of lotion and rubbed her back giving her a little massage as I did. I got closer to her ass and she gave it another wiggle. I gave it a few more smacks which caused her to giggle more. I followed them up with a thorough application of lotion. I started to reach between her legs and she scooted away from me.

"No lotion there."

"Oh, I didn't think it would be a problem."

"Not a problem for me. I don't know if safe for condom."

"Good thinking." I gave her another swat on the ass and she got up and thanked me with a deep kiss and a pat on the erection which surprisingly hadn't subsided. She went back into the bath. A few minutes went by and I had expected her to come back but there was no sign her and wondered if she'd gone to bed. I quietly turned everything off and headed to the bedroom to find her reclining on the bed like a centerfold, flipping through a magazine.

"It took you long enough." She closed the magazine and tossed it on the nightstand and mimed brushing her teeth to me. I was back in a flash and slid in beside her. "I thought you might play game with your online friend."

"I was thinking about it until you walked into the living room and dropped your towel. You're an amazing distraction."

"We not make love yesterday. I know you would be ready tonight." Her fingers trailed up the inside of my thigh as she rolled onto my chest and kissed me.

"The spirit was willing, but the flesh was weak. We were both exhausted." I ran my hands down her body. I never thought I'd be so exhausted from having sex with the most beautiful woman in the world at my age, but here I was. We made love, moving slowly as the night enveloped us. I must have passed out soon after. I woke in the dark, Issa wrapped in my arms. I peeked over her shoulder at the clock. It was after two in the morning, and a calm came over me at the feel her chest rising slowly beneath my hand.

"I love you." I whispered and kissed her shoulder before drifting back to sleep.

I woke up to an empty bed, the alarm going off. I shut it off and threw on a pair of shorts to see where Issa had gotten to. The bathroom was empty. I opened the bedroom door to find her sprawled on the floor.

My heart leapt into my throat as I said, "are you alright?" I moved next to her. She lifted herself by the arms only, her toes pointed.

"I am fine. I woke early."

I felt like an idiot as I recognized she was doing a yoga pose.

"I about had a heart attack thinking you'd fallen or something."

"I am good, need to stretch. My exercise this week mostly sex." She had a little smile. I walked over and found several things already lined up on the counter for breakfast. I shook my head amazed. Her arms wrapped around my waist, her head lay on my shoulder.

"I will make breakfast, you get ready to work." She whispered in my hear before giving me a kiss just behind it sending a shiver through me.

"Erogenous zone unlocked?" I thought as I turned in her arms and gave her a kiss on the forehead. "You don't need to go to all this trouble for me."

"I like to do this for you." She buried her face in my neck and sighed. I didn't want to go to work, but I knew Wendy was only partly joking about sending a firing squad after me if I didn't show up.

"I don't feel right leaving you here alone all day."

"I will not be alone. Sarah come get me. She say she want to shop for baby things. Now go get dressed before I make you late." She ran the back of her hand over my erection.