(The third in a weekly series)
The Photo Shop -- Delving Further
In the photo shop the next day everything was warm and nice. With Sue not in on a Saturday, Sammy and Luna had time with each other. There was a bond they now had. Luna had been fully nude for him. He'd touched her. They'd made a connection. She knew when Sammy looked at her, it was with x-Ray vision, he knew exactly what was under her clothes.
"Do you want to take more photos of me?" Luna asked as they cleaned up after locking at five. "I can take my clothes off if you want."
Sammy stopped and smiled.
"I want," he said with joy. "But I need to get back home. My mother is over, and she and Sue... they don't get on too well left alone."
"Oh."
"But..."
"Yes?"
"Maybe... I could touch again, for a little bit?"
Luna bit her bottom lip and nodded. They held hands and moved into the office, away from the storefront windows. Sammy stepped in close and undid the buttons on her white shirt, pulling it down and off. When he undid the bra and threw it away, he didn't just touch them, he gorged on those gorgeous young breasts with his mouth. Sammy sat on the chair with Luna standing before him, and he kissed and sucked and mauled on her. Sammy sucked her nipples like he was trying to get milk from them. Luna gasped at the attention, running her hands through his hair as he mouthed and squeezed her breasts.
"I love your tits," Sammy said, slowing, licking, and sucking more gently. "I wish we had more time. I need to go."
"It's okay," Luna said, delighted with the new experience.
Truthfully, Sammy was happy for the need to go. He was a heartbeat away from throwing away caution, undoing her jeans, and sending her home pregnant. It took every amount of willpower to again stop himself.
"Come tomorrow," he said, licking around her nipple. "There's a shoot. Sue will be here, though it's not a sexy one, just a high school couple doing a pair shoot. But I'll tell Sue I want her to teach you make-up and lighting. Then at least I'll get to be near you before all the way to next Friday. It will be nice having these tits nearby."
"Okay. Sure," Luna nodded. "What time?"
"Morning shoot. Nine-thirty."
"Okay."
Sammy sucked and squeezed until he could hear his phone ringing out in the shop. That would be Sue, wondering where he was.
When Luna went to bed that night she moved her fingers back and forth from her slit to her mouth, wetting and sucking her fingers over and over. Inside still felt plain, but along her slit and rolling her clit made her whimper. Did her pussy taste better than ice cream?
The Sunday shoot was clean and wholesome fun. The couple was coming to the end of high school, just like Luna. She was blonde, cute, and bubbly, he was tall, dark, and serious. They wanted a memorial shoot because they applied to study on different sides of the country. The photos were part-funded by their parents, so they could be adult but not sexy. The shots were of dancing and holding and kissing and laughing. It was fun. Sue genuinely taught Luna lighting and make-up, face, and body. She explained the wardrobe and how to wear some of the complicated pieces like graduation gowns, pageant sashes or cummerbunds and bow ties.
There was hardly a moment that Luna and Sammy weren't checking if the other one was checking them out. If safe, a smile, a nod, a light touch, and just once in the costume room Sammy managed to safely feel her up. He put a hand into her front, inside Luna's bra to have a lingering feel of her right breast and nipple - and his other hand down the back of her loose shorts to have his first feel of her gorgeous backside.
But otherwise, everyone played their part to turn in a great shoot. By lunchtime, they were all out and on their way. Sue was impressed that Luna didn't want to be paid for the hours and that she appreciated the chance to be trained. And touched, she didn't say.
"That girl is s godsend," Sue told Sammy on the way home. "It's so nice not to be chained to the store anymore, I can get out and do things. We need to find her more photo work, help that family out."
"The only work on the list is from Bully. And we haven't got any takers for that."
"She's not ready for that," Sue said. "There has to be something else out there we can get. Give Marj a call?"
"Okay. I will," Sammy nodded.
The girl from the Sunday shoot was Christina. She came in on Wednesday to pick up the final product, a package of framed photos and prints and albums they had chosen online, as well as all the shots on a memory stick.
"You are bright and bubbly," Sammy said after they talked for a while.
"Thank you," Chrissy grinned.
"I tell you what, let's do you a portfolio shoot. Just a quick and simple one you can take with you when you go. Never know, it might help get you some work, part-time cash when you're studying."
"Really?" Chrissy said brightly. "You can do that?"
"Of course, it's what we do."
"How much does it cost?" she pondered.
"First one free!" Sammy told her. "But if you get some bites for modeling jobs, and you want to do a full portfolio, you have to promise to come back home and do it here. Then I'll charge you a fortune. Deal?"
"Yes. Thank you!"
Chrissy came over the next day, scheduled to arrive as the shop was closing. Sue had left at four, taking the long drive to her mother's house for her birthday dinner. Sammy managed to slip out of the trip. He was no more a fan of her mother as Sue was of his, i.e. he didn't like her at all.
"Come in, come in," Sammy smiled. "Okay, the first thing on a portfolio is your particulars. Write your name and contact details here, please. And what are your measurements?"
"I don't know," Chrissy shrugged.
"Okay, fill that out and we'll measure you."
Sammy put Chrissy up against the wall chart.
"Five foot eight."
He took the tape to her hips.
"Thirty-two inches."
Her waist.
"Twenty-three inches. Wow, that's impressive."
At Chrissy's bust he didn't hesitate to wrap the tape around, and she didn't flinch either.
"Thirty-two inch. What cup are you?"
"C, usually."
Sammy took the form and filled it in.
"Eyes blue, of course," he laughed. "Hair honey blonde, shoulder-length, wavy. Are you shaved?"
Chrissy looked confused. "Shaved?"
"Between your legs."
Her eyes widened and she shook her head.
"Okay, I'll put no."
"So, let's think about your shoot. We'll start with a white t-shirt and jeans. Come through, out back. You can change in the costume room. There are a series of white t-shirts on the shelving, and jeans on the racks. Find ones that fit you, are not too loose, are a good tight fit, and leave your socks off. You can close the door and change. Leave your clothes on the chair."
When Christina came out she was a beauty, no doubt, but very much standard, Sammy thought. Chrissy was a classic girl-next-door. Maybe there could be work for her, but he imagined any client would have a lot of choices of girls just like her. Even so, he taught her simple poses and used make-up, lighting, and angles to show her in the very best light.
"Okay, this time it's your choice. I want you to go into the costume room and find something entirely of your own choice. Anything. My only criterion is that it fits you well, nothing loose."
"Really?" Chrissy smiled. "That will be difficult."
"Take your time," Sammy said genuinely. "No rush at all."
