Erikah woke the next morning after one of the best night's sleep she'd had in quite a while. Not sure what brought it on, but definitely not complaining either. She wanted to be on her A game today with the photo shoot. She felt some sort of connection with Debbie and wanted her photos to turn out perfect.
She slipped from the bed and headed for the shower, letting the hot water run over her, rinsing the last remnants of sleep from her face. When she closed her eyes, the first thing that popped into her head was a vision of Jake. The memory of kiss they had shared the night before soon followed.
"That kiss was different," she thought to herself as her hands washed her body, following the gentle curves. She tried to fight the urge, but the combined memories of his face and the kiss took over and her fingers toyed with her nipples bringing them to their full hardness.
Erikahs hands moved over her body, stopping at the soft folds of her pussy. She let one finger lightly rub the nub it found there. Her breath quickened as she rubbed harder, she heard herself whisper his name as her body neared the release her mind craved. The whisper became almost a scream when she plummeted over the edge of orgasm.
She rested with her head on her arm against the wall of the shower as her legs regained their strength. "What was different about that kiss," she said softly. "More care, more passion, more ...." she thought. "Oh shit," she said softly again as she realized what it might be, what it probably was.
She let the water run for a moment more before stepping out and toweling off. She looked at the clock. "7:45, plenty of time yet," she thought as she wrapped the towel around herself and walked to the kitchen to start her coffee. She saw she had some missed calls, but no new messages. She scrolled through the caller ID and soon realized that Jake had called during the night, but hung up without leaving a message. She decided to talk to him about it later to see if there was anything special he had wanted.
She quickly went to the bedroom and slipped into some comfortable clothes. Simple jeans and a hot pink t-shirt with little white hearts on it, covering a hot pink satin and lace bra and thong set. She slipped on her favorite "comfy" shoes, pulled her hair back into a pony tail and applied just a hint of makeup before heading back for her coffee and out the door.
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Jake woke several times during the night and found himself lying in bed with his hand resting on the cover of Erikahs portfolio. A couple of times he even dialed her number, only needing to hear her voice. He felt a little strange, almost like a teenager, when he dialed and hung up after only a couple of rings.
When he finally woke in the morning, he felt surprisingly refreshed even though he didn't think he had slept that well. He felt his hand resting on the portfolio again and realized it wasn't a dream. He slowly looked through it again, taking in every little detail of the pictures.
When he got to the last one, the one that showed Erikahs face, he stared into her eyes as his fingers gently traced the line of her cheek, down her neck and shoulders, imagining what it would feel like to touch her like that. His body began to react to the thought.
Jake closed his eyes and laid his head against the pillow, the image of her burned into his mind, the memory of their kiss last night accompanying it. It was different, but he couldn't figure out what it was.
His mind flipped through different images of her as his hand rubbed the growing bulge in his boxers. Each time he saw either her intense smile or the one picture from the book, he rubbed a little harder. He finally gave in and slipped his hand inside his boxers, massaging his tightening balls and stroking his hardening cock.
His mind locked on that picture as his strokes intensified. He realized he was whispering her name as his hand moved. He felt his body tighten just as his voice called out her name as his body released a stream of cum into boxers.
He ran his other hand through his hair as he opened his eyes and realized what it was about the kiss that was so different, what it was about Erikah that was different. "Oh my god," he said with a chuckle. "What to do now?"
He rolled over and looked at the clock "7:45, I suppose I better get to it," he said and pulled himself out of bed after one last glance at the open book on his bed. He started his coffee before taking a quick shower. The hot water flowing over him was just what he needed this morning.
He stepped from the shower, toweled off, and headed to the bedroom. He slipped a pair of khaki shorts on with a print board shirt and walked bare foot through the apartment to get his coffee. He took a cup with him down to his mail box to get his paper and returned to a ringing phone.
It was his former boss. With some hesitation he answered it and was bombarded with Anderson chastising him about not returning any of the phone calls the day before. "Mr. Anderson, I don't work for you anymore and if I don't want to return your calls, that is my choice. With that, please don't call again. Good day sir," he said and clicked off the phone as he sat at his desk and started to flip through the paper.
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Erikah got to her studio in time to check a few emails and start some coffee before Debbie walked in for her appointment. She could tell immediately the woman was nervous and did what she could to calm her nerves.
"We'll take the pictures you want, and only what you want. After, you can decide what you want to do with them. I promise you, no one will ever see them without you knowing it," Erikah said with a smile, clearly helping Debbie relax a little.
Erikah took Debbie into the back and showed her where she could change before helping her pick out the first couple of outfits. She then got her equipment setup while Debbie changed.
As the photo shoot went along, Debbie clearly relaxed more as the two women got more comfortable with each other. To the point that she was enjoying having her picture taken in the sexy lingerie she had brought with her.
