Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All names of characters are fictional and were made up. Please do not copy and plagiarize my work.
This story was a request from a fan who sent me the idea. The celeb choice, theme, locations and general idea all goes to them. They asked not to be named for credit, but praise goes to them for the brilliant ideas. Enjoy!
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Galliot Cay, Bahamas
Clear blue skies filled the horizon with only tiny clouds far away. The crashing of waves combined with the wind blowing to make a peaceful ambience. No signs of seagulls in the distance to interrupt the noises created by nature. Galliot Cay had several miles of white sand covering the beach to walk for privacy. The waves of water poured in, almost in a rhythm as the minutes passed by. Behind the beach were palm trees and other greenery that offered shade for anyone. The Cape Santa Maria Resort was within walking distance for any tourist staying there to make a short journey to the beach. The water was crystal clear with blue shades above the rocks and sand for anyone to see once they made it knee-deep from the shore.
Under the blinding sunlight was the figure of a woman standing. Her feet were dug into the sand, with the water rising slightly above her ankles. Long, brown hair flowed behind her as she slowly moved closer. Her feet slightly sunk into the wet sand as her brown eyes gazed into the lens of the camera. Her lips were curled in a soft smile, showing a small hint at her pearly white teeth. Ashley Graham posed gracefully as she continued to walk. Her big tits shook in the yellow top barely containing them. Every inch of her curves was on full display for the photographer standing under the light shade of a tree above. The extended branch barely blocked the sunlight out that brightened her tanned skin. Joel was handpicked for this photoshoot by the model herself for the sole reason of how he worked dynamic lighting into his pictures.
Sand was felt around his toes, sinking in around the pair of black flip-flops he was wearing. A simple white T-shirt and matching shorts made up his outfit for this photoshoot. Ashley decided on the bikini back at the hotel. It was a short trip for them walking from the resort and down the beach to find a proper location. As one of the highest paid models in the country, she had complete control over all the creative aspects of the photoshoot. Joel was lucky to be chosen by her. He was contracted to an agency with photographers who worked on various fashion magazines. The trip was bought and paid for at the expenses of People magazine. An interview was already done, along with the cover shoot. It was Ashley who wanted to have a short trip to Bahamian island with her cameraman of choice to do her own photos.
No other model Joel had ever worked with had that kind of power over a company. It was an impressive sign of her success in the industry. At thirty-three years of age with no family or committed relationships, Joel had taken to enjoying the good things in life that came with having a high paying job. Maybe one day he would find the right person, he believed. Until then, he kept his eyes focused on the path ahead of him. He didn't have the ambition to become the next Herb Ritts or Matthew Rolston, but he was fine with that. With one eye in the camera station, he focused on Ashley's thick body in front of him. The wind blew strands of her long, dark hair to the left side, making for a good still shot of her body. Joel focused on her figure, trying to capture full body shots. When he first met Ashley, she mentioned to him multiple times that she liked his attention to detail for showing her entire body.
The bikini bottoms she wore clung to her body from the short trip she made in the water. Joel could see the outlines of her pussy, making a good cameltoe picture. He wondered if she would want to edit that out in post-processing. All of his photos were done on a digital camera and edited on a laptop. After checking into the hotel yesterday, he made the proper requirements to turn his room into a mini-studio. The laptop was already sitting on the kitchen table with a place for his camera to be plugged in. As he snapped more photos, Joel was already thinking about how she would want them edited. Ashley raised her arms, flexing them above her head as she posed with her legs spread. He adjusted the camera, zooming in slightly as she turned slightly to the right, giving him the view of her side profile.
Ashley remained silent as the waves continued to crash on the shore. The water flooded past her ankles, then fell back into the wet sand. Some models preferred to talk the entire time of a photoshoot, but not her. From the moment they began shooting, Joel felt as if Ashley was the one in control, guiding him with her allure and wandering eyes. She was already in charge of this expedition, having picked Galliot Cay and this beach for the photoshoot. The way she looked at the camera and expressions she made were those of a woman who knew what she wanted. There was a sense of hunger in her gaze. Some of the models Joel had previously worked with were skilled with using expressions to convey emotions. The vibes and emotions Ashley gave off were seductive in nature. Joel was reminded of this as she turned to face the waters, giving him the complete view of her backside.
He adjusted the camera, zooming in on her plump booty. The bikini bottoms were stuck to her skin, bringing out the finer details of her amazing ass on full display. Ashley leaned forward, slightly bending over to spread her ass cheeks a little bit. Joel felt his cock hardening at the sight of beauty in front of him. His right hand gripped the camera while he used his left hand fingers to slightly turn the dial, zooming in even more. More waves crashed onto the shores as he snapped several photos, capturing the imagery of water rushing between her legs. He wanted to praise Ashley, but chose against breaking the silence of this perfect moment. His cock was beginning to grow into a noticeable bulge in the front of his shorts, all thanks to the sight of her booty. Joel managed to go all this time without embarrassing herself, but his body was reacting to her glorious figure now. Ashley turned around, smiling at him as she finally stepped closer and spoke.
"How many shots have you taken?"
"I lost count."
Sunlight glared across the screen, making it difficult for Joel's eyes to read the number in the upper left corner. Ashley glanced down and saw.
"Thirty three. That's a lot. You must've been enjoying watching me."
He blushed as she smirked at him. Ashley stood close enough that her big tits were merely inches away from touching his chest. She noticed his eyes dipping from her face to take a glance at the heavy cleavage below.
"Yeah, I've had a lot of fun taking pictures of you today."
"I can see that."
Ashley's eyes narrowed down at the bulge in the front of his pants. Joel pretended as if he didn't notice this, fearing she may be offended. He looked at the camera screen again as Ashley spoke again.
"I think you snapped enough of me. We only need a few for the spread in the magazine, so you'll have all night and tomorrow to pick out your favorites."
"I'm picking them? What about you?"
"I'll look over them and choose a few too."
She winked before glancing down at his poking erection again. Joel swallowed his breath as Ashley turned her back to him and began to walk forward.
"Come on. Let's go back to the hotel. I could use a drink about now."
Her feet kicked around the dry sand as Ashley leaned over to grab a white towel she had brought. Joel stood there, watching her bend over and getting a much better view of her plus-size bum. He watched her, waiting until she moved before he reached down and grabbed the bag for his camera. He checked the sides, making sure there were no tiny pieces of sand to wipe away before putting it in. After zipping it up, Joel watched Ashley wrap the towel around her wet body and slip on her flip-flops. Their footsteps were still visible in the sand as tracks showing the walk they made to this spot. Ashley began tracing the path from the opposite direction, leading Joel to follow along behind her. Their first trip was quiet, so he didn't expect much of a conversation to develop from this one.
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4 HOURS LATER
The humming of a fan prevented any chance of silence falling over the room. Joel figured every room came supplied with a standing white fan to plug into the wall. It stuck out from the beige colored wallpaper and dark carpet floor. Joel had stayed in more luxurious hotels in the past. Few places could top Paris or London, though he preferred New York since it was his hometown. Living in big cities for much of his life had given Joel an appreciation for traveling to low density towns. Most of the photoshoots he worked on were done in a studio room with colored backdrops. Had Ashley not chosen him for this gig, he would most likely be back home working on a project at the studio. This was his first trip outside of the US in three years. The simple fan was a reminder of life back home and the summer heat. He ran the fan on the highest setting for the sole reason of having noise in the room. He didn't like a quiet room. Some sound was needed to keep his concentration. The only thing he could hear beyond the fan was the subtle tearing of a razor gliding across his face.
In the mirror, he looked into his own blue eyes before following the razor, brushing another clear path through the shaving cream. Joel was sporting slight facial hair from neglecting to shave for the past three days. Ashley didn't comment on his physical appearance, but he felt the need to clean his face after today's successful shoot. He stood shirtless, wearing only a pair of blue leisure shorts. His skin was pale from lack of sunlight, another reminder of how average his body was. There was a time when he spent several hours in the week at a local gym, but those days were long over. The only hobby he truly had was watching baseball. Everyone back at the office followed a team and made MLB picks. As he carefully slid the razor across his face, Joel had a funny thought about sharing a date with Ashley to a game.
His last girlfriend worked at the studio where he was employed. It was a predicted disaster to get into a committed relationship with someone you saw every day at the office. He didn't like to think about the memories, as the years were now fading by since that last failure. When he first met Ashley, he noticed the wedding ring on her hand was gone. That was a sign to him that she had recently become a single woman. They met a week before this trip was set. Ashley surprised him with how interested she was in his photography. She gave a strong first impression that day, but it wasn't until now he was thinking about her beyond a work basis. She noticed the erection poking forward in the front of his shorts hours earlier. The way she smirked made Joel believe she was proud to turn him on. The temptations were strong from the body language and expressions she gave him throughout the shoot.
Joel was reminded of this when he opened the photo files on his laptop. After having dinner ordered from room service, he got to work in the kitchen area of his room. He spent an hour going through all the pictures, narrowing down a selection he felt was worthy for print. It was an unreal feeling to be sitting there, looking into her eyes from the screen. The looks and poses were enough to make his imagination run wild, and he felt another erection strike him. That was the sole reason he stopped editing on the laptop and went into the bathroom. It was a hard urge to fight off, to sit down and masturbate. Joel quit thinking about when he shaved his face. The last thing he had to do with straightening his image was to fix his short brown hair. He combed it back, revealing a line that split at the left side of his head. Grabbing a white robe, he slipped it on and stepped out of the bathroom when he heard a knock at the door outside.
