Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All characters and names are fictional and were made up. I do not make money from these stories. Please do not copy and plagiarize my work.
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Miami Beach, Florida
July 2020
The blinding rays of light from the sun above pierced through a typical clear blue sky on what made for a hot August day. The afternoon hours had rolled in by now with the clock just a few minutes beyond 2 PM. There was no wind to offer any sense of a relieving cool breeze through the summer heat. A shade was offered from the tall palm trees outlooking a nearly empty beach with waves crashing through the sand in the distance. It wasn't normal to see so few people on a beach, but so far this year had already proven to be an exceptional one for the history books. Despite the sizzling heat, at least a day like this provided for a good piece of scenery for a photoshoot. Standing in the grass in a pair of blue flip flops, a man adjusted his sunglasses while glancing forward at the paved walkway separating the park area from the sandy beach. He wore a white and blue striped collar shirt and beige colored cargo shorts.
Behind the man was Ocean Drive and the line of Art Deco themed hotels that usually resided a tourist attraction for Miami Beach. In a year of a hard pandemic, business may have been slow involving the hotels. Whatever the case, it didn't matter to Francis Johnson, as he had his own upscale home on Sunset Island Two. At forty-three years of age, he had lived the better part of his life working as a photographer in and out of Miami. His early career was focused upon filming fashion modelling with runway shows and professional shoots sold to premier magazines. That had changed nearly a decade ago when he financed his own studio and moved to work in glamour modelling. Francis had made his start with Blue Shot Photography by traveling to England and working alongside another company from within the UK glamour modelling industry.
It was from his time over the pond Francis had made several contacts involving the big names of the glamour industry, having the privilege to photograph many of them in the final days of a once booming business. As time had moved on and the glamour industry collapsed, he sometimes sat and reminisced over the fun times he shared alongside such women who were once household names thanks to appearing on Page 3 and having spreads printed in lads mags. Five years ago he returned to Miami and began working with up and coming glamour models from the U.S. who would make their names known through the use of social media. In the mean time, he returned to working fashion photo shoots and some runway shows to earn more money with his cinematography skills. In a hard year like this, Francis was fortunate that his business had not been hit too hard. The sum beamed down over his clean shaved face as his brown eyes shifted to the right, following the camera that was fixated on a special woman.
The camera had a view focusing upward at the vision of a buxom woman and her busty chest barely contained in a zip up, long sleeved leopard pattern jacket. Dark brown hair fixed up in a pony tail as big brown eyes gazed down at the camera. Her massive breasts bounced slightly due to the movement of her hand tugging down over the jacket. A black zipper down the middle could be seen dangling as she raised her right hand and nearly pulled back one flap of the jacket, teasing the camera with her blank expression on her face. Francis stepped back as the woman began to walk, heels clacking loudly over the pavement down below. The sun had made it's radiating appearance from behind her head when he was forced to adjust the camera upward, following her around in a clockwise rotation. She adjusted the zipper on her jacket once more, raising it up slightly as her breasts seemed that they would burst out from the outfit at any moment. As she raised up her hand and smiled, Francis used his free hand to signal her a quick thumbs up. Curving her lips in a grin, Kelly Brook flashed her pearly white teeth as she smiled back to the camera.
At forty years old, the legendary English glamour model had only aged into a goddess, as Francis enjoyed thinking to himself. With thicker curves and a heavier bust to her amazing chest, Kelly had quietly demonstrated a high level of confidence to still be participating in glamour modelling. Down below, her stomach was visible as she wore a pair of booty shorts that matched in leopard pattern. The final piece of her outfit was a pair of black high heels. She walked her way around Francis, sitting down over the small short concrete wall dividing the beach from the park. The tall palm trees above offered shade that beat the sun light away in the distance and offered for a good set piece of several shots from Francis' camera. He was still set for video recording as Kelly smiled at him, flashing her teeth once more. She used her right hand to whip her ponytail around, knowing that the camera was still filming her every action through the passing frames of seconds.
Francis had been privileged with knowing Kelly for the past six years, but this had been the first time he had the honor of working a photo session with her. When he worked in Britain in the past, he focused all his time with a number of glamour models who worked in and out of magazine publications. Kelly had always been known as a queen in the glamour industry, the one woman who had set the trends and bars of success at such a high level. All of that felt like a lifetime ago, back when Francis had only dreamed of working alongside her. It was an honor and a true career peak to receive her phone call last month to negotiate a photo shoot that would go into her 2021 calendar. Despite not working together, he had met Kelly many times, only leading him to think years ago they would potentially be working together on a set. Now he had that time, not far from his own home in Miami. As she gazed into the camera, he offered a subtle grin that she couldn't see from behind the portable black machine.
"Are you still filming me or are we ready to snap some photos?"
Her heavy British accent always sounded so cute to Francis' ears. He gave her a nod and then adjusted his camera by pressing a few buttons on the side.
"We can go ahead and start the photo shoot, if that's what you want."
Curving her pink lips into a subtle smirk, Kelly appeared to be most satisfied.
"That would be a pleasure. Let's begin, shall we?"
With only one outfit to spare so far in the day, Francis was confident Kelly would make the best out of it. She stepped around the paved walkway beneath the palm trees and then it was up to him to make the best of this scenery for snapping some photos. The wind quietly blew in the distance to rustle through the leaves of the tree. Kelly began by placing her hands onto her hips and offering a seductive smile back at the camera. With her hair curled up into a pony tail, all focus on her extraordinary 34E cup breasts begging to pop free from her tight outfit. Francis snapped the photo, followed by an additional three snaps for bonus stills. Once he was done, he gave Kelly a quiet nod, raising his hand to offer her a thumbs up. From there, she moved into a new position, offering a side view for the next set of photos to be snapped.
As the photo session proceeded, Francis began to wander his mind elsewhere. It was easy to become distracted when you were standing behind a camera and focusing the lens on Kelly Brook's amazing body. She undid her hair from the pony tail, allowing her long brunette locks to flow freely down the sides and draping beyond her shoulders. Her facial expressions were enough to tease Francis, reminding him of other British models in the past he had photographed. At her age now and a much thicker body, the man couldn't help but feel she had grown more beautifully over time. Any time he had a woman from his past like Kelly behind the camera, Francis remembered those fine times and good old days when he worked in the British glamour modelling industry. The more photos he shot of her, the longer he wanted to daydream back to those glory days.
"I think it's time for a new outfit. I don't know how you're able to deal with me just wearing this skimpy jacket so far."
Kelly's words were enough to snap him out of the fantasy world. She stepped away from the set and Francis offered her a nod before she spoke again.
"How about we go back to your place? We can use your living room as a studio."
The grin across her lips was enough to melt him. Francis couldn't believe Kelly would offer such a place. Giving her a nod, he quickly replied.
"I thought you'd never ask. Let's have lunch first and then we can get back to work."
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2 HOURS LATER
Across the wall of the living room, Kelly stood in a matching lingerie outfit. The two pieces of a bra and thong were in a bright pink color. She stood against the wall with her right hand pushing down onto her hip and using her left hand to play with strands of her hair. Lips slightly parted revealing her pearly white teeth as she gazed back at the camera with this face of seduction. Francis snapped several photos while seated behind his camera station. The pink outfit was the final change of clothes after Kelly had went through. She had brought with her to Miami, a suitcase of outfits that she wanted for this calendar shoot. The pink lingerie was the final outfit and was handpicked by Francis himself after Kelly offered him a choice.
Once Francis had taken her back to his home, the two shared lunch together in the kitchen where they had engaged in conversations together. Francis was quick to remind Kelly of his nostalgia he had for the old glamour industry. From there, they talked about the magazines and a handful of other models Francis had worked with years ago. Kelly had teased him about a rumor she heard involving him and Lucy Pinder. Such a rumor had passed on through the years that another photographer caught Francis and Lucy partying in Ibiza. Maybe it was her best intention to see him blush and then try to deny it at first, but that only led to a discussion regarding a handful of other ladies. Kelly was not interested in hearing about new up and coming American models Francis had worked with. It seemed to him, that she had to remind the man that she still felt that she held a throne back home with the industry now completely gone.
