The stars were shining through my window when I woke to the sound of my alarm. With sleepy eyes, I propped my head up on the pillows and looked out the window. I just loved the view. Even at this early hour of the day, even in the darkness of the night, it was still so beautiful. Lazily, I curled up under the quilt and watched the changing light for a little longer.
Eventually, I climbed out of the bed and looked for an image through the open window. Last night, seeing the view, I decided not to go on an early hike. When I thought I had found my composition, I set up the tripod and the camera and waited for the colours in the sky. I took a few shots as the sun was rising beyond the hills. When I thought there were no more pictures to be had, I returned to bed.
"The laziest photography shoot for a landscape photographer," I thought as I drifted off to sleep.
I woke two hours later when the room was brightly illuminated by the morning light. I put my robe on and headed for the dining room. John was sitting at the table, reading something on his laptop, his coffee by his side.
"Good morning, what a glorious morning," I said.
"Good morning. Would you like some coffee?"
"Yes, I would."
"It is over there at the buffet. Just serve yourself. Julie will be with us shortly."
I poured myself a cup of coffee and sat across from John. We casually talked about my plans for the day without mentioning the events of the previous night. Soon I heard heels click-clacking on the wooden floor.
"Good morning, guys," Julie said, entering the room.
I looked towards the door and gulped upon seeing her, I almost spilled my coffee too. The way she was dressed, she looked like a maid from one of the porn movies. Her face was beautifully made up, her ruby red lips were inviting, and her hair was in a bun on top of her head. She was dressed in a white opaque blouse with no bra underneath, exposing her dark nipples. She had a tight black skirt on that was not long enough to cover her stocking tops, allowing us to see her suspenders holding up her black stockings and bands of creamy white thighs. On her feet, she had black mules on. My cock lurched under my robe. I was getting a hard-on.
"Good morning, Julie," I said.
"Guys, this is not how you dress when there is a slut in the house," she said to us as she put a tray of eggs, bacon, tomatoes, and croissants on the table.
"Both of you go back to your rooms, and when you return, be naked."
I looked at John, then at her and went back to my room to disrobe. I was the first to return.
"Now that's what I like," she said as she approached me.
She grabbed my cock and softly kissed me on the lips.
"Good morning, master."
"Good morning, sexy slut," I said, and her eyes lit up.
"Have a seat and dig in before the breakfast gets cold," she told me as she turned to John, who had just entered the room, and kissed him too.
Watching them, my cock stiffened somewhat. The way she looked, and her behaviour were really getting to me. The breakfast was uneventful, apart from the sexual tension in the room. Still, we chatted casually, not mentioning what had happened the previous night, but it was playing on my mind vividly. John excused himself as he had to go to work, and soon he left the house. I went to my room and sitting on my bed, I looked at the pictures I had taken earlier. A couple of them were really good, I thought.
"May I come in?" I heard Julie's voice. "If you don't mind, I'll make your bed and tidy up a little."
"Sure," I said, moving to an armchair near the window.
I was watching her, then I put the camera to my eye and took a couple of images in rapid succession of her. She looked up.
"Are you taking pictures of me?"
"Sorry, I could not help myself. You are so sexy."
"That's okay, shoot away. I don't mind you taking pictures of me at all. Just make them good."
"I will do my best," I said, smiling, and took a few photos of her looking at me.
She continued with her work, and I kept shooting. When she finished her work, she sat at the end of the bed and facing me, she slowly opened her legs wide. I could see her glistening pussy lips, she was wet.
"How about this, master?"
"Perfect," I said and kept shooting.
She leant back on the bed, her elbows propping her up. I put the camera down and crawled to her on my hands and knees. I kissed her knees and her inner thighs, slowly edging closer and closer to her pussy. I felt the sensual feeling of her stockings on my lips, then the warm skin of her thighs. I could feel and smell the heat of her pussy. I kissed her mounds, she moaned and shivered as my lips touched her soft skin. I ran my tongue along her slit, teasing her clit, swirling my tongue around it in every which way. She squealed aloud, her body shuddered, and in no time, she came hard on my tongue.
"That was beautiful, but please stop now."
I did and stood up, looking at her. She was so gorgeous.
"Don't move. Let me take a few shots of you like this, please," I said, picking up the camera.
I took a couple of images of her face while she had the pleasure of her orgasm written all over it.
"You have the face of a well-fucked woman, just beautiful," I said.
"Well, you have not fucked me yet, but this was good. Master did a good job on my cunt."
