"This is a lovely house," Candi smiled, gazing around the richly-furnished interior of the Alvin Nelson living room, her heart pounding. She had worked hard that morning at her studio, taking care of all the rush photo jobs, and then she had turned the afternoon's assignments over to her assistant, Laura Wheeler. After... she and Laura had a hot session on the couch in the studio. Candi had thought it prudent to take the edge off before her appointment with the luscious Mia Nelson. Besides, sweet Laura was plenty luscious in her own right.
Alvin Nelson was a very rich man and he had a gorgeous, new, young, trophy wife, the sexy, honey-blonde, 24-year-old Mia. The richer he got, Alvin Nelson discovered more every day that young pretty girls were as easy to get in his bed as snapping his fingers. Sometimes he wondered why he even bothered dumping his wife to marry Mia. Yeah, all right, of all the young cunt he enjoyed and continued to enjoy even after marrying Mia, she was the most spectacular. But she sometimes annoyed Alvin with her seemingly endless capacity for spending his money.
It was in an effort to get Mia an income of her own that Alvin had suggested that she resume her modeling career. Alvin had heard from some of his bed-mates about Candi Martin, and called her, suggesting she visit his wife. A very skilled photographer for various magazines he had heard, and, bonus - a total plus for Alvin - a dedicated lesbian. This meant Alvin would not have to worry about some horny photographer trying to get into his beautiful wife's panties. Silly Alvin. He did not know his beautiful young trophy wife as well as he thought.
Rushing back to her apartment, after her hot session with her assistant, Candi had showered again and gussied up for a very special occasion — the call on Mia Nelson. And now she was inside the big Spanish-styled home. Inside Candi was gushing. Mia obviously liked her, and Candi had nearly drooled at the first sight of Mia. Instant attraction. The first big step toward a new conquest had been accomplished. Now they were seated on a big sofa, chatting.
"We were lucky to get it," Mia smiled back, her green eyes flicking across snugly-delineated titties inside Candi's pant-suit top. "You certainly are young-looking to be such a successful photographer."
"I started early," Candi said, feeling a sweet tingle in her clit. The vibes were good. The instant the front door had opened and Candi had explained the purpose of her visit she had felt the interest in the beautiful honey-blonde's manner. Mia wore shimmery gold-colored lounging pajamas that revealed every sweet line of her exquisite body, especially her big, jutting breasts. What a chassis!
She also had that lazy, well-fucked look which might make Candi's mission to bed this babe more difficult, but then she did not expect to make it all the way home so quickly.
A piece like this would take time and her best efforts — but she was sure the rewards would be all the sweeter. Mia was no giggly Nancy Wells, she had class, she had been around a little, and certainly, Candi's gaydar was telling her, despite Mia's current status as being married to a man, she'd had experiences with women. The gleam in Mia's eyes when she first ran them over Candi, head to toe was enough to broadcast to Candi that bedding this gorgeous chick was a distinct possibility. In Candi's opinion Alvin Nelson was just Mia's sugar daddy and judging from a rather badly-posed photo on an end table, was at least twice her age. Probably he was not up to satisfying what Candi was sure was a persistent pussy-itch for Mia.
"Well, will you model for me, honey?" Candi asked, taking a sip of the wine Mia had given her. "Say, in just bra and panties. I could make you some nice extra money."
A faint pink flush touched Mia's cheeks. She was flattered, all right. Candi was making points.
"I used to model some back home, style shows and things, but... " Mia hesitated. "I'd have to check with Alvin... "
"You have just about everything going for you," Candi said, winking. She feasted her eyes on the startling juts of Mia's breasts, then along the full slightly opened thighs to the sweet cunt-curve so cleanly outlined by the tight gold-colored pajamas.
"Well, I do love compliments," Mia giggled. "But I've gotten a little plump — here and there... "
"Not at all, honey," Candi said, her clit tingling again. "You're just right for nudie shots, or a bikini. Those skinny high-fashion girls don't come out so good half-naked."
Mia flushed becomingly. "You must model, too."
"Oh, once upon a time," Candi said. "But I'm 40 now and more than a few lines are starting to show."
"Nonsense! You're very attractive," Mia smiled. "Long legs are so sexy... "
"Why, thank you, honey," Candi said, smiling and stretching her long legs out for Mia's hot inspection and viewing pleasure. A warm throb started in her crotch. 'She's going for it, she likes me and my bod', Candi thought, shivering, 'Jeeeese, I'm getting a beautiful hard-on. But I can't rush this, I want it to be just right.'
Mia felt a sweet excitement in her crotch. She had never met anyone quite like Candi Martin. Professional, but gorgeous and with a definite eye for the ladies. Her lesbian tag definitely fit. Mia could plainly see that. With the gorgeous Candi sitting close by her on the couch Mia's body had the tingles.
'God, she's really beautiful', Mia thought, shivering again. 'We vibe real nice together. Despite her long hair, big tits and totally womanly attire, there's something a bit masculine about her, and that appeals to me. I haven't had a girl work on me for years, ever since Pam went straight'.
Candi winked, wet her lips with her tongue and arched her pointy breasts forward. "We gals have a way of getting our own way, huh? Getting what we want?"
They both laughed.
Candi glanced at her wrist watch. "Oh, shit. I better split — you said your hubby was coming home later. Look, call me as soon as you talk to him, honey. I think he'll go for it. After all, he was the one who called me, about you."
As they walked to the door, Mia was not at all surprised to feel Candi's left arm slide around her waist and squeeze a little. A delicious pang of need touched her clit. Their eyes met and held.
"I think we're going to get along just great," Candi said. "Mutual admiration, huh?"
"Right," Mia smiled, hating it when Candi drew her hand back. But this was not the time or place, they both knew it. Each girl would have time to think a while and anticipate...
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"Well, how do you want me, Candi?" Mia asked. She glanced around the rear studio, at the various props, flood-light stands and other equipment Candi used in her business.
Candi trembled with excitement. Two days had passed since she had called on the sensational honey-blonde, they had visited several times on the phone, notching up the intimacy with each call, and now she was here, ready to pose.
'I want your pretty ass on that couch and your cunt pushed up for a fuck', Candi thought, her clit aching. 'But I have to take this slowly, carefully'.
Mia's miniskirt, dark sleek nylons and well-filled blouse, her dainty girlish moves, that long rich mane of honey-blonde hair, all had stirred Candi's glands the moment Mia had walked into the studio; now Candi's clit was already stiffening sweetly.
"Let's try you in bra and panties first, honey," Candi smiled. She wore a snug black pant suit and high heels to give her a leggier appearance, and Mia was noticing. Clit tingling, Candi took full notice of Mia's noticing.
