I saw her as I left the store—she looked frustrated. Her car was parked next to mine, and I glanced over at her while I put my groceries in the trunk. She looked fairly young—maybe eighteen or nineteen. She was slender but not thin—she had a build more like an athlete and less like a model. Her dirty-blonde hair fell a few inches below her shoulders and the legs that protruded from beneath her miniskirt were smooth and creamy. The top few buttons of her blouse were unbuttoned, revealing just a hint of cleavage.
"Can you help me?"
I looked up from my trunk. She was looking at me. "Sure. What do you need?" I walked around to the driver's side door and opened it.
"My car won't start—can you give me a ride home—it's not far." Her voice was light and slightly nervous.
"I can do that—hop in." I unlocked the passenger door as I got in the car, and she got in too. Her skirt rode up just a little as she sat down. Now, it barely concealed her panties. Her legs looked gorgeous.
"It's just a few miles down the road to the left," she purred. "Thanks for doing this for me."
"It's no problem," I answered. We drove on in silence. Out of the corner of my eye, I stole a glance down her blouse, admiring the way her bra concealed her small, but pert breasts.
"My apartment's in here," she said, pointing off to the right. I turned where she pointed and followed further directions until we were in front of her building. "Thanks for the ride," she said. "I hate to ask, but can you do me another favor?"
"That depends on what it is."
"Well," she looked at her shoes, "this is so embarrassing, but I need someone to take some pictures."
"What kind of pictures."
"Well, after I graduated, I wanted to go to L.A. and become an actress or maybe a model. But I'm a little camera-shy, so I wanted to practice getting my picture taken. But getting a professional costs a fortune. And I don't want to ask anyone at school—word travels too fast."
"I guess I could do that for you. When would be good for you?"
"I think now would be good." There was something in her voice that really got me excited. I started wondering how she'd look sitting on a sofa with all her clothes on the floor in front of her.
She broke into a smile. "Great. Follow me." She started walking towards her building. This led her up a flight of stairs, which allowed me to admire the way her skirt clung tightly to her thighs and ass. And near the top of the stairs, she bent down to pick up a newspaper, giving me a glimpse of her panties. They were plain white. But I did notice a small wet patch. I couldn't believe my luck—she was getting turned on by the idea of having her picture taken.
She unlocked her apartment and we both walked in. It was a pretty typical apartment: sparsely furnished but elegant. A small kitchen table, a sofa facing a living room with a television, and a hall that presumably led to a bedroom and bathroom.
"How do you want this to work?" I asked.
"Well..." She paused for a minute. "I have a camera in my bedroom—I'll be right back." I watched her as she walked down the hall and into her room. She returned in a minute carrying a small camera. "It's not great, but it'll do—I'm less interested in the pictures, and more interested in getting used to being photographed."
I took the camera from her hand and looked at it. It was simple enough. "Why don't you sit down on the couch?"
She walked over and sat down. She crossed her legs and held her arms close to her sides with her hands on the sofa cushions beside her. She looked really good. I took a couple pictures of her.
"You look great," I said. She smiled. I took a few more pictures of her.
"Do I?" she asked. "You really think so?" There was a playful tone in her voice.
"Hmm." I looked her up and down, enjoying being able to check her out with impunity. "You look pretty good. But I bet you'd look hotter if you unbuttoned your blouse a bit."
"What now?" She sounded a little indignant.
"I'd love to see a little more of you," I joked. "Plus, if you want to be a model, you need to get used to showing off your body."
She thought about that for a minute. "That makes sense," she said. "For now, let's pretend we're on a photo shoot; I'll pose how you want me to."
