A few weeks ago I went to the building supply store to get some home repair supplies. I was basically wandering around to see what they had in every aisle (an inventory I may taken a hundred times before) when I heard a very sexy female voice ask if she could help locate something. The voice came from the next aisle over, and when their brief conversation ended I went over to see the body that matched the voice. I was totally stunned.
There stood a beautiful young woman, with long dirty blond hair, about 5'8", a gorgeous body, and wonderful breasts. I stood and gawked for about a minute as she moved some cans of paint. Then I went to another aisle to figure out some stupid question I could ask her for help with.
When I finally approached her and had her show me where to find heat registers, I realized that she was not only very attractive but was especially friendly and had a smile to die for.
I admired her for the next few minutes as she told me about the stock situation and found out when more would be in. She had a dark bra underneath her flesh/pink colored shirt, both were thin material and allowed me to enjoy the shape and movement of her breasts while she talked.
Not being very confident, I left the store and figured I would come back and try to pick her up some other time.
Now I have to tell you that this kind of thing happens to me a lot. I find an attractive woman, talk with her for a while, and leave without ever making a move. Usually I will think about them once or twice while jerking off and never go back.
This woman was different, I could not get her out of my mind. I thought about her every day for the next two weeks, playing a million different scenarios of how I could get with her.
I went back to the store a few weeks later and found her in back by the paint, helping an older guy find the right sandpaper.
When they finished she asked me if I ever got the floor registers and I made up some crap about how the heat system wouldn't work with those kind and started asking her about prepping concrete for waterproofing.
This was great, she didn't know too much about it but was trying to be helpful. We had to spend a lot of time looking up stuff and consequently got to talking about different things.
Eventually, one of my pre-rehearsed scenarios came up in the conversation. We started talking about photography and I told her I loved to take pictures and wanted to find a girl who would try modeling for me.
She told me she loved the idea of having her picture taken but never felt like she was model material.
I couldn't believe what I was hearing, she didn't dress like a model but she had everything else going for her. This young woman would look fantastic in pictures, and I was going to prove it to her.
The next thing was to make it comfortable, and private so it could progress as I had imagined it would. I told her we should do this alone and explained that I could not bring her to my place as my wife was not prepared to let me start photographing young beautiful women in my home.
My wife knew I wanted to sleep with other women but didn't want to know about it when it happened.
Anyway, she told me her roommate was planning a trip next week and we decided that I would come over then and take a bunch of pictures of her.
I arrived at her place on Tuesday afternoon as we had planned and we got right to work. She looked great, wearing a short dress and a blouse that looked like they were right out of some business woman's catalogue. She grabbed us a couple of drinks and I moved a bunch of her lights around to make the fewest shadows. When it came time to start taking pictures she really got cold, her smile disappeared, and she got very stiff.
We stopped for a little while to see if I could make her more comfortable. Not knowing why she was so weirded out, I was thinking this was going to go nowhere. I told her how cool and sexy she was in the store, then suggested she put on some really casual clothes, pretend we were back at the store, and tell me about prepping hardwood floors.
It was amazing, she lit up like a Christmas tree after she threw on a pair of Dickies and a t-shirt. Her smile and her glow returned instantly.
I started taking pictures of her while she told me how to get a floor ready for polyurethane. After about fifty shots, I pulled out the computer and put a few of her nicer shots on the screen. She really loved them.