Maria was preparing to do yet another photo shoot; the assignment she had today would have been one many women photographers would have killed for.
She was going to be shooting the centerfold and feature for Stud of the Month for a major magazine aimed at women that featured men in various stages of undress--total nudity included.
To look at her, many would think she didn't get into the business for her looks.
Unlike many colleagues that had been models or other high-placed career people prior to doing photography, at 5'2 and 160 pounds, Maria wasn't exactly model material in spite of being pretty with auburn hair, blue eyes and 40C breasts.
Still, men weren't exactly breaking down her door.
Though she loved her job and was hailed as a great talent by many agencies and clients, Maria put up with a great deal of aggravation from both men and women.
There were the temperamental prima donna, anorexic looking, high fashion girls that expected everyone--including Maria--to jump when they snapped their fingers, and grumpy magazine editors that wanted everything YESTERDAY.
There were the handsome yet arrogant men who acted as if she should be honored that they let her take their pictures, and the usual "you're a pretty girl, you would be gorgeous if you lost weight" comments between the responses of crude sexual remarks if she wanted them to pose or look a certain way.
These guys made comments about her "fat ass" and wouldn't date her, but at the same time they wanted her to suck their dicks right there in the studio?
Yeah, right! Maria thought, rolling her eyes at one point. She couldn't wait to get the assholes out of there most of the time.
She wouldn't have given any of them a blow job if they were the last men on earth.
It was enough to make her give up men completely, which Maria had by the time she'd gotten her current assignment.
And today, she had no reason to think things would be any different outside the guy would be getting naked at one point.
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Michael had arrived at the studio, making sure he had the correct address the magazine had given him.
He had no idea why he was chosen for the feature and didn't even know about it until his sisters had sent in a head shot of him along with one of Michael by the pool at last summer's family barbecue that had shown his body to its best potential.
Born to a Mexican mother and a white father, the best features of both parents seemed to have been passed on to their son.
He thought he was "passable," but Michael was actually quite attractive with clear hazel-green eyes, tanned skin, and dark hair that fell near his shoulders. He wasn't exceptionally tall, but at 5'11, he was tall enough for the average guy.
Michael never thought he was "model material" in any sense of the word, though he had appeared in a local commercial when he was six.
Presently, he had worked as a builder, spending a lot of time shirtless in the warmer months and not knowing what the fuss was about when he got appreciative stares from women passing by the sites where he would be working.
His sisters couldn't figure out why he was still single at nearly thirty. He had a good job, was a good-looking, well-built man, had a big heart and sweet personality, along with his funny, spontaneous side.
Selena and Ana often said if Michael hadn't been their brother, they wouldn't mind having a catch like him for themselves. Men like him were difficult to find these days.
Truth be told, in spite of his good qualities, Michael was shy, and there was also a certain type of women he liked.
He didn't make his preferences known, not wanting to offend the women he did attract to him; he just didn't find those kind of women sexy or the type he wanted to have a family with someday.
The ones Michael did want usually thought that he was some arrogant ass trying to pull a prank on them like other good looking men did, or just out for some kind of freaky sex; surely no man like him would actually date THEM without some kind of agenda on his part.
So when the magazine sent out a "real man" search for their next Stud of the Month feature, the Selena and Ana dug up some pictures of Michael and sent them in.
Perhaps through being in the magazine, he would meet women and maybe get married. Their mother was itching for grandchildren, and Michael was their parents' only son.
When he had been chosen, they were elated, though he wanted to ship them off on a one way ticket to Siberia for their efforts.
He couldn't believe Ana and Selena would stoop to such a thing as sending his pictures to a magazine that showed nude men!
And now he was going to face some photographer that would be taking pictures of him without a stitch of clothes on; probably some gay guy that would get hot and bothered doing so.
Sighing, Michael went inside, hoping to get this over with as soon as possible.
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Maria barely caught her breath at the sight of him; sure, she'd seen and photographed gorgeous men, but there was something about this one that stood out from the pack. He was just so...real.
The kind of man one would see on the street, she thought, noticing he was dressed in a work shirt with the sleeves rolled up, jeans and his work boots.
Michael practically lived in these kinds of clothes with his job; he wasn't sure how to dress for a photo session.
And he was also thrilled to see the photographer was a woman.
Maybe this thing wouldn't be so bad after all.
Michael had also found Maria pleasing; she was just like the type of women he secretly preferred. His eyes swept over her as she prepared for their shoot, taking in her shining hair, full breasts and ample hips.
Hips that were made for breeding, his father would often say.
Whatever the case, he loved what he saw, but wish she'd get those glasses off so he could really look at her pretty face.
Maria then directed him to the dressing room, where he would get out of his street clothes and then hair and makeup people would work on him before he came out to the set in only a pair of briefs underneath a robe.
"You'll have to pardon me, sweetheart," he said to Maria in a soft, endearing tone. "I'm kind of a novice at this kind of thing."
"Well, I'm a novice at doing this type of assignment," she smiled at him, his demeanor winning her over. "So this will be a new adventure for both of us."
"I'm sure you will make me comfortable, though," Michael said, giving her a warm smile that made her blush.
Barely containing herself, Maria told him to remove his robe, then had him pose with various tools he had been instructed to bring to the session.
Michael felt a little odd posing with his work tools in only his underwear, especially when Maria had him gradually pull them down, and then eventually off, until he was totally nude before her camera lens.
The slight erection he'd gotten didn't seem to help matters, either. He just hoped the girl didn't think he was some sort of pervert.
God, he was beautiful, she thought. Not one of those gym rat muscle freaks or gaunt like fashion guys that she often worked with, but everyday man beautiful.
The way he was looking at her with those eyes and saying "sweetheart" at times when she instructed him to pose this way or that endeared her even more.
What a pleasant contrast to the other men she'd photographed that either made crude comments or rubbed their crotches, pointed to their cocks, then spread their hands out to show Maria the size.
They probably figured "the fat chick" would be desperate enough to either suck their cocks and/or have sex with them.
Wrong! Maria thought.
But Michael did none of that. He was so respectful and even at times Maria wondered if he was trying to flirt with her, and she felt herself getting a little warm and wet.
Maria had reached a point that her professional composure could no longer stay in check; snapping pictures of this man totally nude had begun to bother her a little, and she didn't want him to see the effect he had on her.
"How about a break, Michael?" she finally asked.
"There's nothing wrong, is there, sweetheart?" he asked with genuine concern.
"I just feel a little warm." Maria replied. "I need some water. May I get you some?"
"Sure," he smiled at her. "I'd like that."
Maria then returned with two bottles of water, handing him one of them, before taking a long swig from her own bottle, nearly emptying it.
"Now that is my kind of woman," he laughed. "Any lady that can kill a bottle of water in two minutes or less deserves my attention."
Maria gave him a look, wondering if Michael had taken leave of his senses.
Forgetting that he was still totally naked, he patted an empty spot beside him on the sofa where he had been posing for the photo session. "Come sit by me."
She felt strange sitting by a man that was totally nude and shook her head.
"Oh come on. You need to get off those feet for a few anyway."
"I guess a few minutes would be all right," she finally agreed, sitting beside him.
"That's the spirit, sweetheart. And I promise not to bite, only nibble," Michael winked at her.
