Hi, Rosie Webster here again, with another sexy story from Coronation Street.
Remember last time? I had got myself a job on a TV presentation show and as a result spent an incredible night of lesbian love making with Rachel Riley, from "Countdown"
Well as a result of the show, my agent was contacted by a London agency asking whether I could go down to do a trial shoot for a leading "Lads Mag"
I jumped at the chance and a couple of weeks later I was on a train, my portfolio in hand, heading for what I hoped was the big time.
Sat opposite me on the train was a very attractive lady. She was probably in her early forties, very classy looking with shoulder length blonde hair and impeccably dressed.
She spent most of the time working on her laptop, but we got talking when I minded it for her when she went to the loo.
"Thank you," she said on returning, "sorry I didn't catch your name."
"Rosie, " I replied, "I'm on my way to a modelling job in London, I'm very excited."
"Well, you are a striking young woman, I am sure you will be just perfect."
We got chatting after that. Her name was Sonia and she was a business woman, with interests in lots of different companies.
The time flew by and as the train pulled into Euston, Sonia gave me her card and invited me to call whilst I was in town. I was intending to stay a few days and hawk my portfolio around a few agents.
My hotel was not five star, but served its purpose and I had an early night, ready for the big day ahead.
I could not get to sleep in the strange bed ,so my hands slipped inside my pyjama's, the right one, slowly caressing my nipple whilst the left was deep inside me, the thumb just catching my clitoris as my head was filled with images of Sonia.
Next morning, I showered, put on the new lingerie I had bought specially for the shoot, and headed off to the studio.
The photographer was a nice looking guy in his thirties, who soon settled any nerves I had, a real pro.
After my hair and make up had been fixed, I went to the stage to shoot the set.
"Just relax Rosie, just a few head and shoulder shots to start." the photographer said as his camera whirred\away at an alarming rate.
After a few minutes, he asked me to take off my shirt, for a few bra shots. The studio had left the choice to me, and I had picked a pale pink number, which showed my breasts to their best advantage.
A little while later, and after another hundred or so shots, I was down to the matching panties and white hold up stockings and my killer pink heels.
"Ok, lets take a break" said Steve, the photographer, as I wrapped a robe around me. "You are one sexy chick, the camera loves you." he continued.
I didn't know whether he meant it, or just said that to all the girls.
After a coffee break, Steve led me back to the set and said "Ok Miss Rosie, lets see those boobs of yours"
I unclipped my bra and let it slide off my shoulders. Standing I front of him I simply asked "well?"
"Are those natural? you haven't had a boob job have you?" he asked, never taking his eyes off my chest.
"Of course not," I replied indignantly, "you can touch them to verify, if you want."
He wanted. Slipping him hand under the flesh, he weighed them, stroked them and tweaked the nipples, which sprang to attention like soldiers on parade.
"Right, lets get those beauties on film." he enthused. Picking up his camera, he began to shoot.
My next move was to remove my panties. I had done topless before, but never full frontal. As you know, I like to keep my pubic hair quite natural, but anticipating the requirements of this shoot, I had trimmed it to a bare strip, my pussy lips all exposed.
For the next twenty minutes I contorted my body in all positions, while Steve merrily clicked away, until suddenly he said "Ok, that's all, thanks Rosie, that was great, you can get dressed now."
After I dressed, I went back to the studio, where Steve was taking pictures of a petite blonde, next on the production line I suppose.
"Bye Steve," I called.
"Wait Rosie" he shouted back. "I am really impressed, I will sort out an assortment of your pictures and submit them, I am sure you will be in print soon."
He bent down and kissed me on the cheek. I was so thrilled at what he said, I could have fucked him, right there and then.
I realised it was gone one o'clock and I was hungry. I fished Sonia's card from my bag and rang her mobile. She answered.
"Hi Sonia, its Rosie, we met on the train. I was wondering, do you want to meet for lunch?"
She replied, "Would love to, but I have a meeting at two, could you make dinner tonight?"
"Yes, where?" I answered, not wanting to sound to eager.
"La Giaconda on Wardour Street, about eight ok?
"That's fine." I said as she rang off.
I wanted to create an impression, so I went shopping on Oxford Street and bought a new outfit. Spending far more than I could afford, but I had a feeling it was going to be worth it.