The Italian Job

The Italian Job

Preface to this story.

This story is a standalone work, unrelated to any of my other stories. While the first-person character might appear to be the same as in my other stories, any similarities are products of convenience, more than anything. This story is simply meant as a tribute to someone, and as such, should in no way, shape or form be seen in any context to my other stories on Literotica.

Something broke my concentration.

I was working on finishing up a set of pictures for a client, and lost in my work, I could not tell what had disturbed me. A sound from outside, perhaps? I had no scheduled clients today, and was expecting no deliveries, so I figured it was just a bird or something.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Ah, I had been wrong, there was someone at my door. A quick look at the door cam showed a tall woman, dark hair and a light-yellow summer dress. A potential client? Or someone asking for directions to somewhere?

I hid the slight annoyance at being interrupted and walked downstairs to open the door. By the time I got there, any trace of annoyance was gone from my face, a pleasant smile plastered on, in case this was indeed a potential new client.

The apparition on my doorstep looked like she had stepped out of some mediterranean epos. She was tall and slender, but the loosely fitted summer dress hinted at curves in all the right places. Long black hair framed her beautiful face before flowing down past her shoulders. Dark brown eyes that shone with vitality topped a slender nose and full red lips.

'Ciao! Are you Sean Adams, the photographer?' Her husky voice and slight, but noticeable Italian accent sent shivers down my spine with its sensuality.

'The same,' I said with a genuine smile, all traces of irritation gone like morning dew in sunlight.

'I'm Mya!'

'But of course you are,' I said and took her proffered hand, kissing it lightly on the knuckles. By her tinkling laughter, I suppose I should have just shaken it, but one can never be too proper with a lady.

'I'm here on vacation,' she said, 'and I was told to contact you if I wanted some pictures taken.'

'My reputation precedes me, I see. What did you have in mind?'

'Well, as I said, I'm here on vacation. I want to get some nice photos for my social media accounts. Normally I'd just use my phone, of course, but I wanted to give my fans something special, some professional pictures.'

'Ah, that sounds like an easy job, with looks like yours. I could take your picture with a ten-year-old compact camera and still make it look good!'

She smiled at my flattery and stepped inside when I held the door for her.

'I realize I should have called ahead and booked an appointment, but this was kind of a spur of the moment-thing.' She said as she walked past me, a faint scent of her flowery perfume flowing from her.

My other client could wait, I decided. No way I would let this opportunity pass!

'Well, you're in luck! I have no pressing obligations, and nothing I'd rather do!'

'Oooh! Lucky me!' She actually jumped and clapped her hands, showing more of her shapely, tan legs.

'Please, come this way, and I'll show you my studio, then we can discuss options.'

I led her through my downstairs studio with a vintage Mustang, a Harley and a workshop set. Neither seemed to catch her eye, though she drew a perfectly manicured finger across the bonnet of the brightly polished car.

She got to the stairs to the first floor and looked questioningly at me. I nodded and followed her up. Her dress was loose enough to afford me another glimpse of smooth legs, but sadly, nothing more.

Upstairs, I showed her the classroom set, the fake bathroom, complete with a tub, and lastly the king size bed in the bedroom set, with pristine white linens perfectly made up. She lingered for a while on the bed, as if considering. When she turned to me, she was still smiling, though not as enthusiastically.

'These sets aren't exactly what I was looking for,' she said, slightly disappointed.

'Ah,' I said, scrambling for ideas to keep her from leaving, 'what, exactly, did you have in mind?'

'I was thinking some kind of scenic view. Naturally, we can't do that here, but I figured you'd have a green screen?' Phew! I was saved.

'My bad,' I chuckled, 'I forgot to mention it.' At the push of a button, a floor to ceiling green screen descended in front of the classroom set. Her bright smile sent all kinds of warm, fuzzy feelings through me.

'So, where would you like to be?' We sat at my computer, browsing an extensive library of scenic shots to use as background for the green screen.

'Our little town does not have much in the way of historical monuments, I'm afraid. The university is nice enough, but for someone from Italy, our hundred-year-old pride is practically modern, I'll wager.'

'True,' she laughed, 'but I have enough ruins at home. I kind of wanted some rolling hills, green grass and golden wheat, or something like that.'

I pulled up a picture of a Tuscan farmland, hoping she would recognize it.

'Wait a minute! I know where that is, it's right outside Siena! Mr. Adams, are you making fun of me?'

'I'm sorry,' I chuckled. 'I just had to have a little fun. Let me pull up something more local.'

I found a photo from a local landscape photographer of a set of scenic fields to the north of town.

'That's more like it, Mr. Adams! Just what I had in mind!'

'Please, call me Sean. And I'm glad you like it, it's a small farm a little to the north of here.'

'Very charming, Sean, just what I want. But before we begin, what are your rates?'

'I offer a number of variations, depending on the client's wishes. I have a ten-picture minimum, which I charge five hundred for, but the price per picture drops with volume, of course.'

'Not the cheapest I've had, but not the most expensive either. Okay, Sean. Let's shoot some and see, and we can discuss if I'll want more than ten? Deal?'

So, she had experience with other photographers from before? Interesting. Who was this Mya really?

'Okay Mya, let's start simple. Just imagine the scenic view and give some smiles first.'

Click. Click. Click.

'Good, good! I can see you've been in front of a camera before. But let's try and get a bit more sparkle, some seduction!'

Mya's smile quirked up a little on one side, her eyes closing a shade. Better, but still not quite there; she was holding back. Perhaps a sort of professional detachment? It was time to get some real emotion.

'Very nice, Mya, but I want great, not just nice. Let's see that playfulness, that joy. Show me the real you! If it helps, pretend I'm a delicious biscotti you want to eat!'

There it was! A flash of amusement at my joke, a relaxation of her face. And that smile! I felt like the only man she had ever wanted. Perfect!

Click. Click. Click.

'Beautiful! That's the real you, Mya! Where have you been all my life?'

She laughed at that, head tilted back, eyes closed and the most adorable dimples.

Click. Click. Click.

'Even better! Keep it going! Spin for me! Pretend you're back to your childhood again, spinning in the grass!'

She tilted her head back more, arms outstretched and skirt billowing out. Sheer joy radiating from her as she laughed and twirled. The curve of her full breasts was plainly obvious like this, and her firm legs began to show as the skirt rose up from the spin.

Click. Click. Click.

'Glorious Mya! Faster! Let me see that gorgeous hair flare out like a flag in the wind!'

Faster and faster, she spun, arms wide and fingers spread out. Her skirts billowed higher and higher, and more and more of her long legs began showing in turn. Something black flashed, high up where the thigh changed name, a silky blackness full of promise.

Click. Click. Click.

Finally, the inevitable dizziness won out, and she stumbled. Arms flailing and laughter ringing, she fell down, her dress bunched up around her waist.

It was indeed a black, silky something. A very small, silky something. I was caught off guard by the sudden expanse of flesh and stared shamelessly. Her long, slender legs, skin flawless and tanned, ended in a smooth ass, perfectly rounded and mostly bare. I could feel the blood rushing to my groin, my cock rapidly beginning to grow. She saw me staring and smiled mischievously at me.

'You know,' she said softly, 'that's the most fun I've had in a long, long time. If the pictures are half as good as I think they are, your reputation is half as good as it should be.'

I reluctantly tore my eyes from her flawless ass and met her eyes. They smoldered with unrestrained, raw sex appeal.

'I did not come here simply to get cute pictures of me in a field of grass,' she said, her voice low and throaty. 'But I wanted to be sure you were as good as they said, before...'

'Before what?' I asked, a sudden lump in my throat.

'I have a number of social media accounts. And these pictures will surely go on all of them. However, I also have a certain, select, group of fans who get to see a little more. Earlier today, I came across this lovely little set of black somethings.'

She slowly drew the dress up over her head. The smoothly rounded skin of her hips gave way to a toned stomach and large, but not huge, breasts trapped in an elegant, black lace bra. It was no doubt a very expensive set. Agent Provocateur, unless I missed my guess.

'Since I was feeling generous, I felt I had to show my fans this newest addition to my wardrobe.'

I swallowed and met her eyes again, not sure what to say. If I could even get a word out.

'I hardly think a meadow would be the right place for those,' I said, waving my hand vaguely in the direction of her lingerie. Or maybe her ass and tits, it could be either.

'No, silly,' she laughed, her body shaking in a way that did some very interesting things to her softer parts.

'I figure something like this deserves a soft, white bed. Do you happen to know where I could find one?'

'Over there,' I croaked, pointing at the king size bed by the wall. My head felt light, for some reason. Probably the fact that all my available blood was needed elsewhere.

'So, Sean, how about we go to the bed and see what magic tricks your camera can do over there?'

Mya sat on the bed, kneeling. She was turned halfway away from me, perky ass strutting and silk-covered breast just barely visible behind her arm.

Click. Click. Click.

In a smooth motion, she leaned forward, ass rising as her head lowered.

Click. Click. Click.

Mya kept moving forward, in a kind of sun salutation. Her muscles rippled faintly as she flowed forward and dropped her pelvis down and arched her back, tightening her glutes and pushing her chest out. It was as if someone had decided to make an erotic yoga exercise, especially for her to show off her body.

Click. Click. Click.

In the forward position, she held the pose and nodded her head, indicating I should move forward. From the front, her full breasts were pushed out, straining against their quite unjust confinement. Two obvious dimples rose in the center of her silky bra, the shiny fabric making her pokies very obvious. Mya had that same, seductive smile as before, hinting at anything but promising nothing.

Click. Click. Click.

As she reversed the salutation, the side view showed me exactly how hard her nipples had grown, the shiny material hiding nothing.

Click. Click. Click.

By the time I had shot my way along her body to her back, she was slowly rising. It was around then that I realized she had to be an accomplished yoga practitioner, her movements too controlled and fluid for her to simply be pretending. Hands still firmly on the mattress, she straightened her legs fully until she was bent double at the waist.

Click. Click. Click.

In that pose, her long, smooth legs led up to a vision worthy of any breathing man's wettest dream. Her ass was taut and prominent, though it merely served as a frame for her pussy. Her lips were clearly outlined, barely covered in the smooth silk.

Click. Click. Click.

I stepped closer, my camera mere inches from her most private place. Only a wafer-thin silken sheet separated us, and the way it had molded itself to her soft lips left very little to the imagination.

Click. Click. Click.

'Do you think my fans will like this?' She asked from between her knees, eyes looking up at me, or possibly the bulge in my pants.

'If they don't, it's because they died of a stroke from the other photos.' She laughed again, appreciating my joke.

Shifting her weight forward, she used her arms to support her weight as her feet began to slide apart. With agonizing slowness, she slid down until she was doing a full split, her ass tight and round.

Click. Click. Click.

With a sigh, she let her upper body slide down to the mattress, rotating her hips with the movement. I nearly came in my pants when I saw that her silky black panties had slid to one side, a dark pink pussy lip poking out to one side.

Click. Click. Click. Click. Click. Click.

'Ah, why all the pictures, Sean? It slipped out, didn't it?'

'Mhm,' I grunted.

I should perhaps have gotten more nervous, but this was actually home territory for me. The largest part of my client base came to me for my pictures of a, shall we say, explicit nature. I had thought that would be where she got my name in the first place, but her request for mundane, scenic shots, fully clothed, had put me off balance for a while.

Now this; this was familiar ground. I had some idea of her motivation for coming to me now, and my cock grew even harder at the thought.

'Would you be a dear and put it back for me? And Sean? Take some pictures while you do.'

Camera in my right hand, I watched through the viewfinder as my left hand approached the site of the transgression, the escaped prisoner, so to speak.

Click. Click. Click.

Now, as many of you probably know, losing the sight in one eye ruins a persons' depth of field. So, when my fingers gripped the edge of her panties to pull them back, the inevitable contact between finger and moist, swollen lips was inevitable. It was absolutely unintentional, of course. You all believe me, right?

Click. Click. Click.

Mya made no obvious comment about the fact that I had just touched her most private of parts. A hot, humid and very much aroused part. If anything, she gave a small sigh of pleasure, but it was hard to tell over the noise of my shutter opening and closing constantly.

We continued the shoot for another five or six minutes, with Mya gliding from one pose to another in a sexually charged yoga-session. She ended up in the starting position, kneeling, only turned fully away from me.

I knew the script for this kind of photoshoots. In fact, I knew several, and I dearly hoped she did not go with the script that ended here.

'One of my more, shall we say, generous, fans has made a request of me.' Her voice was low and seductive, a smoky quality suffusing it. Her Italian accent adding layers of sensuality to it. 'He wants me to provide him with a particular set of pictures.'

She turned to me then, and if her eyes had smoldered before, they were a bonfire now.

'He wants, in his words, a photoshoot gone bad.'

Aah, one of the classics, and a particular favorite of mine. Lots of potential in that script.

Her eyes slid down until she was staring right at my bulging groin.

'It looks like you'll have no problem playing the role of the excited photographer, at least.'

She turned back until she was facing away from me.

'How about it, Sean, would you like to undress me and play with my body?'

With a familiar pinch and twist, her bra opened. Her smooth back filled my viewfinder, broken only by my hand sliding down her back.

Click. Click. Click.

With a quick shrug that spoke of familiarity, her bra slid down her arms and fell away. I got my first full view of her perfect tits when she turned a little and looked straight into the camera.

Smooth, heavy and perfectly shaped, her tits had just enough of a sag to proclaim their authenticity. Any man who would call them saggy was obviously irredeemably twisted by the beauty industry's propensity for silicone and cosmetic surgery. They were perfect in their unaltered shape.

Click. Click. Click.

At full zoom, her stiff nipples and scrunched up areola filled my frame.

Click. Click. Click.

Mya bit her lip in a most adoringly sexy way when I gently pinched her nipple, then gasped as I twisted it, the slight pain a dash of spice.

Click. Click. Click.

I gave her a gentle nudge to have her face away from me again and moved until I was right behind her on the bed. As if we had planned it, she tilted forward at a gentle push, her ass rising as her head lowered. With her in front of me, only the tiny piece of black silk separated me and my camera from her pussy. I grabbed the top of her panties and pulled them up first, the silk sliding in between her lips.

Click. Click. Click.

Then, slowly, I pulled them down, watching through my camera as her swollen lips gradually revealed themselves.

Click. Click. Click.

Smooth, hairless lips filled my view. The slightly darker pink of her outer lips beautifully contrasted by a thin line of lighter pink as her inner lips poked out a tiny bit.

Click. Click. Click.

I let the black sild drop to rest by her knees, my only focus on her pussy. Her lips parted slowly as I squeezed her thigh, just below the ass. Tiny strands of sticky juice connected her delicate inner lips, her tight opening like a bullseye in the middle.

Click. Click. Click.

I slowly let my thumb glide between her lips, the warm, wet skin smoother than any silk. If Mya's passionate moan was anything other than real, she was a better actor than any I have ever seen.

Click. Click. Click.

Mya hissed and trembled when I slowly pushed my thumb inside her. She was warm, wet and tight inside, my thumb snugly held in place as she squeezed me.

Click. Click. Click.

My thumb shone with her sticky juices, and she gasped again as I slowly spread her juice around her swollen clit.

Click. Click. Click.

'Oh, Sean,' she began, then lost her words when I pushed inside her again, gathering more juice to spread over her pussy. Again and again, I did this, until her entire, swollen pussy looked like it had been glazed.

Click. Click. Click.

Mya fell forward, landing on her stomach, stretched out before me. With a quick nudge, I spread her legs and kneeled between them, looking straight down at her smooth, firm ass, pussy just visible from above.

Click. Click. Click.

I was more than half-tempted to simply yank my pants down, line my rock-hard cock up with her tight pussy and take her then and there. Alas, that was not in the script, yet, and so I sat there and simply watched her. When Mya just lay still, I began to hope I had misjudged and she actually wanted me to fuck her, but she turned over, awkwardly reversing her legs around me until she was on her back in front of me.

Mya watched me curiously, as she had indeed expected me to succumb to my baser instinct and take her, but this was not my first encounter with a horny female naked before me. I could wait, and hope.

Her full breasts flattened against her chest, her perfectly centered nipples a little off to either side, and her smooth, taut stomach rose and fell with deep breaths. Finally, a tiny landing strip pointed to her swollen clit like an arrow, the curly, black hairs a beacon to draw the attention down there.

Click. Click. Click.

'Make me come, Sean! Put your fingers inside me and make me cum! Please!'

Mya spread her legs wide, allowing me to get closer, her lips spreading like some dew-covered flower, opening to the sun. She closed her eyes and sighed softly as I pushed two fingers inside her.