"Are you sure you're new at this?" Lynn asked as she brushed her blond hair from her face.
"Yeah, it's only my third modeling job," Joaquim said.
"You're a natural! The way you respond to the camera with such minimal experience is amazing."
Joaquim shrugged.
Lynn flattered him because he was good. And because he was new, and because he was hot. She'd been attracted to her male models before, but with Joaquim she had a feeling she could lose control.
She watched him move into different poses for her, and gazed at his flat, toned abs through the viewfinder. He wore a muscle shirt with sleeves cut off at the shoulders and midriff. His upper arms showed that he worked out. Joaquim's legs, too, were muscular. His cutoffs made it evident.
That wasn't all. He had olive skin, dark hair and eyes, high cheekbones, and the cutest dimples when he grinned. Too bad he was so much younger! At 29 he was half her age.
"Excellent! You're doing so well at this, despite your lack of experience. You have the perfect look for the client."
That was the other thing Lynn had been concerned about earlier. She wondered if it was wise to hire such an inexperienced model for her client. Joaquim did so well in the test shoot that she decided to go with him. Joaquim was from Brazil and had a handsome, Mediterranean look to him. He did have the exact look her client wanted.
Her camera continued to click as she shot away. She didn't have to give him much direction. Joaquim knew how to move, and was comfortable in his skin. He went with the flow, which was perfect. Damn, everything about him was perfect!
There was a problem, though. Lynn wanted to see more of his body, but nudity hadn't been in the contract. Nor would it have been, for a commercial client. How could she get him to show more? Before she could do that, she had to decide what was appropriate. She couldn't risk losing him as a model in the future. Neither could she resist her desire to see more. The other problem was her husband. Hell, Jerry had shacked up with a redhead floozy on a business trip. Why couldn't she return the favor? Because she had scruples, that's why.
On a whim, she decided to lead the shots in a more erotic direction, and Joaquim went with it. He had no problem with responding to her direction to drag his hand from his throat to his crotch. It was when she asked Joaquim to spread his legs and stroke his crotch that he hesitated.
"Wait, I thought this was for a commercial client?" he asked.
"Yeah, but they want sexy. Push the boundaries, they said. Are you okay with dripping your sex appeal?"
"If that's what the client wants, I have no problem giving it to them," he replied. "Do they want more of a dudoir thing?"
"Yes, they do. Sorry if I didn't mention it. I hope you're okay with that."
"No problema," Joaquim said, and then gave her the shot she wanted.
Lynn felt the heat rush to her face, and hoped she wasn't turning red.
She continued with other shots - framing his crotch with his hands, sitting on the bed in his boxer briefs, and more, including some from the rear. These accented his strong back and shoulders, as well as his butt. The poses were tasteful and artistic, but sexy as hell.
"Can you bend over for me?" she asked.
Joaquim smirked, and then bent over in his sexy, masculine way. How she resisted the temptation to walk over to him and feel his buns!
"Nice. Now, can you get on the floor and do a cobra pose? You know, lie on your stomach and lift yourself from your arms and hips?"
"Right, I know that pose. I do yoga as well as strength training and kickboxing," he said.
"I'm sure you do," Lynn responded.
Joaquim gave her an odd look as he lay on the floor. Then he went into the full pose.
Lynn forgot to click the shutter as she stared through the viewfinder. His upper arm strength and firm butt intoxicated her.
"Aren't you going to shoot it?" Joaquim asked after a moment.
"Oh. Right," she said as more blood rushed to her face.
She felt her nipples stiffen through her white top and bra. The camera shutter clicked repeatedly as she tried to overcome the awkward moment.
"Okay, release the pose and take off your shirt."
"Can you roll over onto your back and pull down one side of your shorts?" she asked once he'd done that.
The extent of his body tone became visible as he revealed his upper hip. He wasn't a Greek god, but damn, how her eyes popped!
"Can you pull them down just enough to show your bush?"
"Bush" wasn't the appropriate term for a guy, but it slipped out. But he did as she asked. To her surprise his pubic area was shaved smooth!
"Great. Now unbutton and unzip your shorts."
Oh, my god, he wasn't wearing underwear! And he was all hers! Scratch that, this was a professional shoot.
Lynn tried to regain mental composure. The shutter began to click again, but Lynn felt on auto-pilot. She could hear the legs of her leather pants squeaking together as she shot.
"Slip your hand into your shorts for me," Lynn said.
Fuck, why did she say "for me?" That made it sound like they were beyond the bounds of the shoot, which they were. Whether Joaquim knew it or not, he didn't let on. He continued to respond to her direction.
He slipped his hand inside his shorts. She continued to click away as a large bulge began to form inside his shorts. Soon it was clear that Mr. Medeiros had a sizable cock. She stopped shooting and stared, her mouth hanging open.
"Do you want to see more?" he asked.
Lynn stood dumbstruck. How did he know?
"Yes. Please," she said, not thinking.
Joaquim lifted his hips off the floor and slid the shorts down his hips. His cock jumped out as if spring-loaded. It was a beautiful tan color, with brown balls, and his entire crotch was hairless. She gasped, which made him give her a light smile.
