Tuesday dawned bright, and I felt excited about the session I was going to shoot today. I was dressed in long nylon jogging pants, and I'd donned my own work boots. I expected my model Chrissy Reed any time now as we were going to shoot at one of the worst times of day, but under the shade of the trees. I put several citronella tiki torches in the trailer that was hitched to the small tractor utility vehicle my neighbor had let me borrow. I'd put a few other items in there as well, a rake, an ax, chainsaw, and a tarp.
I went back into the kitchen and filled my big water jug. My camera equipment was packed up and on the table. I tried to keep it minimal. I grabbed a few snack items and tossed them into a bag to bring along as we were likely to be out there through lunch.
I heard a car pull up outside and looked out to see a beat up, rusty, old import. Chrissy stepped out wearing over sized sunglasses, her hair shone in the sun showing the red highlights. She opened the back and dragged out a bag and picked up her boots which were tied together by the laces. She stepped aside and I could see she was in a light blue sundress that billowed slightly in the breeze.
"Wow." She said as she looked around.
I opened the door for her and she smiled at the sight of me.
"Hi Rob." She came up the steps and slipped through the doorway rubbing against me as she did. "You weren't kidding. You do live on the edge of the sticks."
"It's a nice spot, cheap when we bought out here. The guy that owns the woodlot over there," I pointed in the direction of the tree line, "sold this portion off and a developer bought it to put in this neighborhood. He allows us to go cull a few trees throughout the year, preferable deadfalls and dying trees. He gets to call it a tree farm on his taxes, and we get free wood for the fireplace."
"Good system." She set her stuff on the kitchen floor and opened up the bag and dropped her glasses in it, and dug out a large bottle of insect repellent. She unbuttoned the two large buttons on her dress straps and let it slide to the floor. She was nude beneath and she picked it up laying it over the chair back. She opened it up and began applying it over her entire body while I stood there. She was grinning ear to ear at my reaction.
"I'm going to have to break you of that bedazzled teenage boy attitude you've got."
"I'm just not used to my clients being so... open."
"Well I'm not some starry-eyed girl with fairy tale dreams of her Prince Charming whisking her away from the ball to make her a happy wife. I'm not saying I didn't used to be like that. I was just as starry-eyed as any of them when I started out. I quickly saw what went on behind the scene and it was a little disheartening. It's nothing but businesses exploiting the ingrained belief that every girl is a princess on her wedding day, and feeding that fallacy for cash."
"That's pretty cold." I felt suddenly defensive.
"I know, but I've had a lot of time to think about it while making coffee, waiting tables, answering calls from bitchy travel clients. I was taken by the idea of planning these fairy tales, and by virtue, one of the exploiters. I've come to realize with the divorce rate that we're kidding ourselves and people are making millions on it. Don't even get me started on the four and five figure prices for wedding gowns that cost a hundred bucks to make. I feel guilty for every bride I gave the old, 'if you don't book now you may lose the date to someone else' spiel."
She had finished bathing her front in the lotion and I watched as every bit was rubbed into her skin. She handed me the bottle and turned around.
"Do my back, but don't do it too well or we may have to skip the shoot entirely while I let you do in person what you did to me on the phone the other night."
I squeezed out a line across her shoulders and began rubbing it in and she rocked with my motion. I thought I was rubbing too hard until I heard a soft moan. I worked down her back and knelt behind her. She looked over her shoulder and bent forward slightly, her pussy flashing into view.
"Is my ass as nice as Michelle's?"
I leaned forward my forehead rested on her ass. "Keep it up and I'm going to drag you to bed now." I looked up and reached forward giving her pussy a quick lick. She wiggled her ass and I gave it a light swat.
"Keep that up and I'll let you. I haven't touched myself since our call and I have a need you're going to fulfill later." Her voice was very suggestive.
I finished applying the lotion hoping it was going to work out there.
"I'll be glad to fulfill any need you require." I said standing back up and closing the cap of the bottle and dropping it in her bag. "You'll probably need a touch up after a short while."
"Where can I do my make up?"
"Best spot for that is the master bath, I'll show you."
She didn't move to put on her sundress but only smiled and I led her with her bag in hand to my bedroom.
"Nice. I can't wait to be on my back on it later." She ran her hand over the duvet on the bed on the way past. I stood in the bathroom doorway and shook my head, but I was anticipating that myself with a silly grin on my own face as I turned towards the brightly lit mirror.
"I'll keep it simple not to throw off the aesthetic of me being a lumberjack girl. The rules will change when I show you my naughty undies at the hotel later this week. She unzipped a small makeup kit. She was well organized. I leaned against the door jamb and watched as she smiled at me in the mirror. "You could just admit you want to watch me because I'm buck naked and ten feet from your bed."
"I'm actually fascinated by this process. The subtlety of enhancing ones best features while doing the opposite to others. When I'm not in the way I like to watch the makeup artists do it to the bride and her posse if I'm able."
"Posse, I like that. It's true. They do tend to get pretty tribal I've noticed." She brushed at a faint line of pink blush and blended it in neatly before taking a fine brush and darkening her lashes. She brushed a base powder around her forehead and looked critically for a moment before taking her larger brush to it as well. "Good enough I guess."
She was beautiful and had done a fine job of dusting any shiny spots and giving a nice light blush to her cheeks.
"If I do this right they'll see my face once or twice then it's going to be tits and pussy, with some ass shots for good measure."
