Petra's adventures continue when Emmeline arrives to pose with her. This chapter includes lyrics from Tom Petty And The Heartbreakers. "Into the Great Wide Open."
Emmeline Comes
Petra absolutely loved her past two Friday evening photo sessions with Professor Edwards and his friend, lecturer Ronald Dennison. She posed for artistic shots reflecting style trends from the past. Then, in private images and video, she engaged in rampant sex with them. Last weekend it had culminated in a double- both at once- something which had her fingering herself mercilessly ever since. She couldn't get it out of her mind!
Thursday night there was a knock on her apartment door. Expecting her girlfriend for the weekend, she eagerly opened it and they hugged. Emmeline soon noticed something different with Petra.
"You seem a bit revved up, breathless, like you've been drinking. Is there something going on with you? Was it a bad idea for me to come this weekend?"
"No, I'm glad you're here. It's just that... well... I've been having so much fun lately that I feel excited all the time. I haven't been drinking, but I feel flushed like when I do."
"So, something is going on, right? I know you've been posing at your professor's apartment. I suppose it is about that. I've seen the two pictures you sent me, and you seem to really be enjoying yourself. You're wearing old-fashioned clothing in them."
"Yes, having great fun. Emma, you have no idea!"
"Maybe I do. Tell me, Petra, is your prof young and good-looking?"
"Definitely. Both him and the friend who gets the costumes I wear. I should say 'we'll wear', since you will probably want to model with me tomorrow evening."
"It depends on what I think of them. If they're creepy old guys, I'm out. Have you any pictures of them? Then I can tell you whether I'm posing or not."
"They're hot. Mid-thirties and handsome. The friend has a great body- muscular and strong. The last session he held me close and.... Oops!"
"Ah-ah. So, this has been more than innocent posing! I want to see what those guys look like right now, Petra. I'm sure you have some more pictures, so let's see them."
"Well.... OK. But I can't show you everything. Some are private, just for me."
"Pour us both some wine and we'll look at them," Emmeline said firmly.
She had every intention of seeing the private ones too. Some wine might loosen her friend up enough that she would show more than intended. Two glasses later, Petra was doing just that.
"OK. These are from the Forties and I'm wearing a Women's Army Corps uniform. My prof took shots of me as Lieutenant Stanwick."
"You look good as an officer, Petra, and these are cute photos. So, what came next?"
"Well... he had me take off the jacket and tie for some sexier ones. I'll show you a couple."
"Nice cleavage, Petra! I see your nipples are stiff too. Ohh... you're touching them in this one. These are getting hot!"
"After that I changed into a white dress. Here's Professor Edward's friend dressed as a sailor in 1945. Yes, that's me."
"He's really good-looking! Big arms, big bulge, and he's got you tipped way back, French kissing! No wonder you like doing this!"
"I confess, Emma. Now that's all I'm going to show you. Will you come with me tomorrow night?"
"It depends. This guy looks great, but I haven't seen your professor yet."
" I don't have any photos with him. Honestly, I don't, but he is hot too."
Technically Petra was right. There was video with Professor Edwards' dick in her mouth, and another with him pounding her ass. But no photos.
"You have class with him tomorrow morning, right? Well, I'll go with you to meet him and then I'll make my decision. Now let's have some more wine and you can tell me what he has planned for Friday evening."
Petra didn't want to show any more of her pictures because the professor had warned her not to scare Emma off.
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Both Edwards and Dennison noticed the attractive blonde with Petra at the Friday morning Fine Arts lecture. So did the entire back part of the lecture hall, the jocks craning their necks for a good look. This boring class had definitely improved in the past couple of weeks! The professor and his friend hoped that the blonde was Emmeline, Petra's weekend visitor. They were already visualizing her naked in front of the lens.
The professor cleared his throat and started his lecture.
"Ahem!... Between 1939 and 1945 much of the world was engulfed in the biggest war in history. Times were tough and every type of material was directed to was industries. Total war changed the whole Arts scene. The flamboyance of Art Nouveau and Art Deco ended, replaced by a grim simplicity in all aspects of life. Colour and bold design were gone; drab and practical took their place. Many people were in uniform."
Professor Edwards was losing his audience. Eyes glazed over and heads drooped. Only the eager students in the front rows paid attention, none more than Petra Stanwick. She knew he'd soon be showing photos from her last modelling session, and she hoped that none would embarrass her. Then her prof projected a series of slides as he continued.
"Women served with distinction in the military, like the Women's Army Corps. This lieutenant proudly displays her uniform and her abundant charms. A drab brown has replaced the more stylish and colourful things she wore before."
As the slides focused more on her insignia, blouse and seamed stockings, the masked model's swelling breasts and long, shapely legs became increasingly obvious. The dullards at the back were wide awake now, attentively watching the images, though it wasn't Fine Arts that interested them. Then, the professor shifted gears a bit.
"Domestic style was every bit as dull. Basics like white cotton left designers with little to work with since expensive fabrics and dyes were largely unavailable in wartime. The cut was simple to save material, nor were dress lengths especially long for the same reason. Simplicity like this pervaded every aspect of design in the wartime years, and in the later Forties too, as economies struggled to get back on track."
Now came slides of Petra in a white dress, tight enough to show her fine figure and short enough to expose some stockinged leg. She held her breath hoping the pictures wouldn't show her with Mr. Dennison. But there it was, the lovely, masked model swooning in the unknown sailor's arms as they hugged and French kissed. The hard-on in his Navy uniform was quite prominent. Ronald Dennison felt a tug in his groin as he remembered what had followed.