After James' and Nick's astounding 69, we were all in need of a break from the "photo shoot". Both the guys seemed wobbly on their feet and glassy eyed; Eliza and her mother seemed a little shaken too. Eliza mixed a pitcher of vodka tonics with lemon slices, while we made small talk about the wonderful day we had enjoyed and what we'd do the next. The sexual tension in the cottage was unabated, however, as we were still dressed in sexy lingerie and more than half of us hadn't gotten off yet.
It was almost a relief when Francesca reached for her camera and said, "I think it's not too late for a last series of photos. While I may give you suggestions, please try to be as natural as possible so these don't look posed." Umm, OK, I will try to be natural.
First she had Eliza, who was wearing a beautiful and diaphanous blue teddy and thong combo, stretch out lazily on the mat we had placed in the middle of the room. The lithe raven haired 20 year old slowly moved from pose to pose, looking just as relaxed as her mother intended her. I am sure the healthy-sized vodka tonic she drank from helped her unwind, although mine had no similar effect on me. I was still ensconced in the short pale pink vest with the boa hem tickling my ribs, and really sexy matching panties that consisted of a delicate two inch belt of lace that teased my hipbones with each breath and panels of microfabric that rose steeply from my crotch to the waistband, joining it about halfway between navel and hipbone. I, and I think those with me, really enjoyed the high cut of this amazing garment, which topped out about two inches below my navel. By affording generous views of my newly shaven pelvis, it joined these and my smooth legs into a seamless whole any choreographer would prize. I couldn't stop looking at myself, enjoying the way my breathing moved my taut muscles, the waistband and even the front panel of the panties. I felt like I had been rockhard for hours and I could see the details of my circumcised erection, at times twitching with an involuntary pulse, through the sheer fabric. At others I deliberately flexed my penis, delighting in the look and feel as it stood even straighter up to the waistband of the panties. It took a lot of willpower not to touch it, but I was afraid I would quickly come if I did.
James and Nick were sitting together on the couch, legs entwined, gently rubbing each other in the pelvic and abdominal areas while they watched the photoshoot unfold. It was evident they were making a swift recovery from their previous exertions, as James' hardon waved around underneath his pale green babydoll, and Nick's poked strongly toward the lacy waistband of his white panties. They appeared to be getting plenty worked up, and then Nick pointed his finger to James' doorway down the hall. James nodded his assent, and they silently padded off, carelessly leaving the door about a foot ajar. No one else said a word.
"Dave, would you like to join Eliza on the mat, please? I'd like you to show me a couple of static poses that recall your partnering in dance," asked Francesca. We showed her a few and also individually, some of the stretching exercises we had learned that spring.