Simon lay on the sofa as Vivienne untied him, painfully aware of his dick lying no longer erect on his cum covered stomach. Evidently Sara hadn't managed to swallow all of it.
"Are all your photoshoots like this?"
"Nooooo, can't say they are, more's the pity."
"Oh. Can I ask a question?"
"Of course. What can I do for you? Other than getting some tissues?"
"Could you give me Sara's contact details?"
"What? But she's your... I mean you two... errr.... Well no. GDPR."
"Shit. Is there anything you can do?"
"Let me think..."
xXx
Sara had two full days of nervous panic -- why had she done that? If she was going to suck him off, at least she could have got his name. Well his full name?
But in the end she felt quite proud of herself. This must be how men felt. Enjoy the moment. Don't worry about it. There are plenty more fish in the sea. Simon could just live without knowing who she was. He didn't need to know how smooth she found his chest, and how enticing his cock had been. Fuck, she was doing it again.
Then the email came, from Vivienne.
Dear Sara,
I've edited the photographs from the session. I can send them to you in an email, but if you would rather come and see the prints, they will be available in my studio at 7pm on Friday evening.
I've invited Simon along as well, but if you want to see them alone, just let me know.
Love
Vivienne x
xXx
When she arrived at the studio she was shaking. She wasn't sure if this was really just a chance to see the photos, or if it was a date. But in case it was the latter she had chosen a short summer dress, and medium heels. Enough to make her feel a bit sexy, and enough out of her comfort zone that she had spent a whole hour in the shop choosing them.
When she opened the door she could hear Vivienne's voice from the studio at the back.
"Hi Sara, if you don't mind locking the door behind you and coming through?"
There in the studio was a dining room table with three chairs. Simon was sitting to the left, in a rather fetching shirt and faded jeans. Vivienne was in a t-shirt and jeans in the middle, and the chair to the right was empty.
Sara decided she needed to style it out, and did her best to put a sway into her hips as she stalked over to the table. She wasn't at all sure it worked, but Simon seemed enraptured, so maybe she was better at this than she thought!
As she sat down, Vivienne tapped her finger on a large brown envelope in front of her.
"I've printed out some of the best shots, and I'm happy to show them to you... but first, I think some introductions are in order?"
"Oh, OK. Hi Vivienne, I'm Simon and..."
"Not me, idiot, her."
"Oh. Yes. Hi Sara? I'm Simon."
"Hi Simon, I'm Sara. I think we may have met once before."
"Good, well done you two. So let's take a look at some photos, and see what you think."
xXx
The first photo that Vivienne put on the table wasn't what Sara was expecting at all. It was the pin-up photo of her Great Aunt Mary.
"Oh. That's my Great Aunt. She was the one who set this all off... at least from my side. I'm amazed that she posed like that in 1944!"
"I was wondering about that, because I can see some of you in her" said Vivienne.
"I see it too," added Simon "That look seems very familiar."
"And you've got her tits."
Sara couldn't help but blush.
"Well maybe. But it's a little unfair to her. Have you any other photos?"
"Of course, but I think we should leave the other photos of your Great Aunt to one side -- they get a little more explicit, and we should really leave her in peace. Let's look at you two instead."
The next photo was one of Sara lying, topless, on Simon's chest. The angle of the shot meant that neither of their faces was visible, and it looked a little...
"Athena 1991" said Simon. "I'm sure I had this on my College wall!"
"Yes. Thank you. I have to work with what I'm given. But if you need something a bit more intense, then how about this."
Sara's hand leapt to her mouth. There in front of her she could see a closeup of her face, her mouth open, and clearly about to descend on Simon's very erect cock, which was held in her firm grip.
"So, Sara. I'd say you quite liked Simon's cock. Now whilst that isn't absolutely necessary for a great relationship, I'd say it was a pretty good start, wouldn't you?"
Sara was speechless. She had never seen something quite so filthy in her life. And that was her. And Simon.
She looked up at Simon, wondering what he was thinking, only to realise that he was staring intensely into her eyes.
"I owe you an apology," he said.
"Whatever for?"
"Not returning the favour."
"Not...?"
"Returning the favour. I've been a complete dick. And I should make it up to you. Right now. In fact, I insist."
Sara didn't quite know what was happening. It was all so fast, and so unexpectedly welcome. Suddenly she was in Simon's arms, then the chaise-longue was underneath her.
Out of the corner of her eyes she could see Vivienne reaching for her camera.
Why does she want that?
she thought.
And then she was on her back, the warm velvet against her neck, and Simon's mouth on hers. The taste of him brought back memories of the other week, and she was determined to enjoy his kisses, but no sooner had she thought this than he started to dip his mouth to her throat, and then across the top of her dress.
As his head dipped lower and lower her mind slowly caught up, and she began to realise where this might be going.
"Returning the...?"
"Shhh. If you want me to stop, just ask. But for now..."