This is part 30 of my continuing story and I recommend you read the prior stories (especially Parts 28 and 29) in order before reading this one.
All characters are well over the age of consent.
This is a work of fiction.
Any typos are mine as I create and edit my own work.
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Enjoy!
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In Hong Kong, afternoon at the Grand Hyatt.
Paige and I finally had some alone time when we had our clothes on.
We were enjoying a cup of coffee during a break between business meetings.
It was one of those quiet corners in a large hotel that was surprisingly private.
No one was around, no one walked by.
When we first sat down, Paige asked me if I wouldn't mind massaging her feet.
I slipped off her shoes and gently began rubbing through the black silk thigh-highs she had on.
"This is going to get you some extra special bonus sex tonight, Rick" she laughed.
I thought every night with this hottie is extra special bonus sex, but I kept my mouth closed and just smiled.
Paige was curious about my photography business, and I tried to laugh it off because the money I generated from it didn't cover any expenses to speak of.
The IRS would call it a hobby. I used it as a tool to meet girls and to get laid.
And I was good at it.
Meeting girls, that is, not necessarily taking great photos.
The artist is always the harshest critic of their own work.
But Ms. Paige Spelling was insistent on learning about my hobby and when she had enough of the massage, she took her iPad out and quickly found my website with an album of photos. There wasn't overt nudity but plenty of implied nude photos.
"Wow! These women are gorgeous! How did you meet them?" she asked me, her blue eyes wide in amazement.
I thought it was an innocent question, but when you're sitting next to a woman that you're sleeping with and are asked a question like this, you need to tread carefully.
Having said that, her fragrance, her perfume, was very appealing to me.
Being close to her was appealing to me. Her body was warm.
I liked having my hands on her. She liked me touching her.
My cock, always engorged when Paige was near, was now uncomfortable in my slacks.
Paige was engrossed in what she was seeing. I glanced at my watch because I didn't want us to be late to our next scheduled meeting.
I didn't have the patience to go through every photo and give the background on each model, so I had her go back to the home page and I logged in, got behind the firewall, and album by album, talked about each lady very quickly ("Met this one at a wedding, this one at my gym, this one worked in my building...")
It was clear that Paige was impressed by my work. She complimented me on the lighting, the placement, the balanced look of every photo.
Once she got past the actual photos, she wanted to know the back story. The story before the story.
"How did you get them undressed?" she asked in sort of a challenging way.
What she meant was did I seduce them, drug them, or otherwise convince each lady to get naked?
"I didn't force them to get undressed Paige, I set up meetings in public places with each model to get to know them and to find out what their personal limits were in advance, and we both agreed and signed a contract, an agreement, that the photo shoot would be of them nude."
"So, if they didn't want to get naked, did you still do a shoot with them?"
"My initial preference was all nude shots, but some wore revealing clothing at first and then when their comfort level was raised, they got naked."
"What do you mean when you say, 'comfort level'?"
"Getting someone to trust you is not easy. Especially when it is just the two of you, out in the woods, and one person is naked. So, I must be patient, considerate and encouraging but be real too. No one wants to hear false praise."
Paige didn't say anything for a few minutes as she looked at each model. I had to admit that the ladies were all knockouts, nude, semi-nude, or implied, and that the photos were quite good. Not Playboy touched up quality, but natural ladies in natural light, mostly outdoors.
Some were bare, some had landing strips, some had trimmed bushes, and some were completely "natural" meaning they had gone native and let their pubic hair grow as The Lord intended.
We were both adults and Paige didn't ask what I know she really wanted to ask: did you have sex with these women?
The honest answer is yes, I did. There were a few that I didn't, but I hit it off with all of them and after a few hours of being nude, well, you get horny, and you need a release. I was there to provide it to them, and they provided it to me.
For those that I did not fuck, I did some serious pussy eating.
So, I sampled nature's delights in nature. Or in my photo studio.
They took care of me with some serious cock-sucking. Some spit, some swallowed, some just jacked me off at the end.
It was all good.
Paige turned off the iPad and set it down. She said to me in a soft voice, "Can I be one of your models? Am I pretty enough?"
My first thought was "Why are you asking me this question? Are you that insecure? Of course, you're pretty enough!"
My second thought was my mind screaming: "You are now entering The Danger Zone, so Tread Carefully. Anything you say can and will be used against you."
I proceeded carefully. Like a diplomat.
"Paige, you are a knockout. A TEN! You are so good looking you don't know how good looking you are. You have the kind of beauty that stops traffic on freeways. People, men, and women turn their heads to watch you walk by. Men, including me, worship the very ground you
walk on. You are smart, funny, articulate, educated and beyond pretty. You are stunningly gorgeous."
I didn't know if 'stunningly gorgeous' was actually a viable phrase, but it sounded good. This wasn't Scrabble so who cares?
I took a breath, and then continued, "Yes, I want you to be one of my models. I've been thinking about an incredibly special photo shoot with you since Lake Tahoe. Let me run my idea by you and then you tell me if that is something that will work for you."
Paige smiled, relieved at my answer. She kissed me softly on the lips. Then she asked, "Will I be naked?"
"Yes."
"Will we be alone or with other people?"
"It depends on a lot of things, but we may decide to have someone with us to do hair and make-up, or not. And, we might want to have another photographer there in case we want shots of the two of us."
"So, I might be naked in front of other people?"
"Possibly but we'll see how things work out."
I could see her biting her lower lip, thinking.
"Who will see the pictures?"
"Only the two of us."
She kissed me, again, passionately this time. Lots of tongue. I grabbed a boob because I thought it was the right thing to do, and I wanted to.
Paige groaned into my mouth as my palm massaged her erect nipple through her blouse.
Breaking off our kiss with a smile, "Tell me more" she whispered to me. She reached down and felt my hard cock in my pants. She smiled and asked me "Is this all for me?" And then she laughed and kissed me again.
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Although I had wanted to, I'd never been able to do this length of shoot before because most photo shoots are short, often just a couple of hours long because the photographer and model(s) are subject to weather and sunlight. Meaning, lousy weather, wind and too bright sunlight or getting dark early.
In the mountains, at Twin Creek Ranch, the tall trees and surrounding mountains and hills had sunlight disappearing early nine months of the year. The other three months it was light later, but not light enough to shoot anything without a flash.
But because we were planning to go to Maui for nine days in November, I thought I would be able to pull it off over a period of several days, not necessarily in a row.
The theme of the shoot was to take a conservative MILF with a two piece "mom" swimsuit, with strong tan lines, a cotton tail (untanned) butt, and an all-natural, untrimmed bush on Day One, and over the next week, day by day, transform this already beautiful lady into a gorgeous creature with an all over tan, and a completely bare pussy.
I told her I was calling it "From Mom to Model."
On my website I had a special password protected album that showed the progression of what I had in mind. These were photos I "grabbed" from various sites that I intended to use as guidelines for this shoot.
I took Paige through each day, pointing out how the transformation would take place in terms of clothing, hair, make-up, pussy hair, and tanning.
I had no idea how all the coordination would work but I figured I had time to get things organized as we weren't doing this for a couple of months.
Paige loved the idea and was flattered that I asked her.
She was petrified of how her naked body would look on camera and asked me again who would be able to see these pictures.
Then she confessed she needed to go back to the suite because her panties were soaked.
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Paige never once mentioned her ex-husband, but I am certain that she had more sex with me in the few days that we were together than she had had in years.
Her pussy was tight, hot, and welcoming. Paige confessed to me that she had masturbated to the vision of us fucking many times since we had first met in Lake Tahoe.
That night, after a day of business meetings and ending again with a business dinner, I had her masturbate for me.
For my viewing pleasure.
Lying on the bed, naked and legs spread wide for my viewing pleasure, she played with herself with her right-hand while her left played with her big pink nipples on those extra-large pleasure mounds, now nicely covered with my love bites.
Her eyes never left my face as I undressed as her show continued.
I purposely left my briefs on, so she could see how hard she got me.
I knew she wanted cock, and she would get mine, but on my terms.
It didn't take her long for the first orgasm, it was a little one, one to take the edge off but not enough to satisfy her.
While she recovered and readied herself for the next one, she stopped playing with her pussy and used both hands on her titties as I slowly undressed, telling her that she was going to get a fucking of a lifetime but only after she satisfied herself for me one more time.
