Candi Martin could feel her hot pussy leaking creamy juice into her frilly panties as she surveyed the yummy young girl sitting on the edge of the bed.
She adjusted a flood-light pointed at the bed so the cute, sexy brunette in the striped bikini had more illumination.
"Come on, honey-girl, arch your back so those sexy titties poke out a little more," Candi said, admiring the beautiful face staring back at her with its full, dewy lips and big, brown eyes. When this sexy bunny had sashayed into her studio and presented Candi with her card from the modeling agency, Candi had quickly noticed the fine ass and the long, just-right legs along with the beautiful, innocent-looking face and decided that this girl was the total package. Candi also took full note of the age on the card. 19. Candi had shivered. Prime stuff.
She was just the kind of exquisite chick that readers of the magazine, where her pictures would appear, would imagine should always be in a bikini, just like the one currently clinging to her hot body, sitting on a blanket at the beach waiting -- just for them.
These photos, however, were being taken inside, in Candi's studio, against a phony backdrop, to decorate an ad for a swim suit manufacturer. For a real beach scene, Candi's fee she was currently charging would be doubled. She was good, she knew it, the people that hired her knew it and she charged very high fees for her work. Her skill was such that she could even make some of the older, saggy-breasted models they sent her look young and alluring.
Candi shivered as a sugary thrill rippled through her as bikinied Nancy Wells giggled and obligingly arched her back so that her young, shapely tits poked out further. She'd always thought she had a lovely set jiggling on her chest and here was her chance to show them off! Her legs were partly opened, as Candi had posed her, to show her pretty cuntmound, covered sexily by the barely-big-enough triangle of the bottom thong of the bikini. Her left hand Candi had raised to her long, dark, silky mane of hair.
"Now, honey, wet your lips so they shine for me," Candi said, moving with her camera behind the flood-lights. "Think sexy thoughts so you look sensuous!"
A faint blush came to Nancy's cheeks but Candi got a tantalizing glimpse of her tongue as the young model smiled and moistened those full, pouty, dewy lips. Professionalism about her pictures aside, Candi could only dream of kissing those gorgeous lips and playing naughty tongue games with the delectable Nancy. She felt more thrills tingle her clit and more creamy juice leak into her panties.
Who knew what kind of sexy thoughts Nancy was thinking, Candi thought, but she was obviously thinking something arousing as the horny photographer could clearly see her nodel's nipples harden slightly through the thin material of the bikini cups.
Great! This chick seemed to clearly have it! Lots of it! And, despite some early coyness, she seemed to have no qualms about showing off what she had to offer.
Candi took several shots from several different angles. She was getting a neat girlie hard-on between her legs. The moment Nancy Wells had wiggled into her front office Candi had felt a sharp thrill and she had immediately decided to pose and photograph this new chick.
"Okay relax now, dear," Candi smiled. "First assignment?"
"Yes," Nancy breathed, her eyes shining. The idea of being a model in the big city obviously was very exciting for her. She had small town written all over her.
Candi smiled. She'd had a multitude of girls like Nancy in her studio and in her bed. She could almost recite her story by heart. Let's see. Nancy had been a high-school queen, probably a cheer-leader back home and someone, maybe mummy, maybe daddy, had thought their daughter's beauty was wasted at home. So she had been encouraged to pack herself off to the big city; probably daddy knew someone at an agency.
Candi could see Nancy Wells visibly relax and become more comfortable.
"Gosh," Nancy breathed, "You're very beautiful, Miss Martin. Oh excuse me, is it Miss? Don't you model too?"
Candi was flattered and her clit hotly tingled.
"Oh, yeah, Miss it is." Candi told her. "I used to model, and still do sometimes, but rarely. I'm getting too old. It is a young girl's game. I'll settle for just taking the pictures to make you young girls look sexy."
In actuality, Candi Martin was a young-looking 40.
"What about you, sweetie? Did your boyfriend follow you to the big, bad city?"
"Nooo," Nancy giggled. "We broke up before I left because I wouldn't hop in bed with him. He was OK, I guess and we dated through high school but he just didn't do it for me."
She stretched daintily, her tits moved delectably and Candi felt a thrill throb through her crotch. Jeese! What a chick!
Her ears had pricked up with Nancy's words -- 'he just didn't do it for me'.
"If that bikini's becoming too tight, take it off," Candi smiled. "I want you in a regular bra and panties for the next shots. I have another client who publishes a girlie magazine and is always in the market for fresh new chicks. And please call me Candi. Enough with the Miss Martin stuff."
"Oh, you!" Nancy's eyes sparkled.
Candi felt another tingle shoot through her crotch even though she noticed and was disappointed that Nancy had made no move to remove her bikini bra. She was very anxious for her first good look at Nancy's titties in their full glory. So far all she had seen of their peaks was the barest outline and she'd had to content herself with imagining just how big Nancy's aureolas were and how hot would be the pinkness of her nips!
She placed her camera aside and moved partially into the shine of the flood-lights, the brightest of which she had just turned off. She posed for Nancy's benefit, pretending to be adjusting something on another light.
Candi was wearing very snug pants that showed every line of her trimly tuned ass and long, long legs. Her blouse was equally snug to show off her thrusting tits. And thin enough that her nipples could be easily seen poking out hard. Her long, blonde hair reached half-way down her back. Candi was sexy, she knew it and she used it. On chicks.
Candi's receptionist and part-time assistant, Laura Wheeler, was a pretty good girl-fuck; attractive and still young enough to attract Candi but she had been on vacation the last two weeks. Consequently, Candi was very, very horny and young Nancy was looking more and more interested as though she could be made. She was eyeing Candi's body with a tell-tale interest.
"Am I really that sexy?" Nancy asked, breathlessly.
Candi winked. "You look good enough to eat, cutie."
Corny, very corny, but Nancy blushed. Candi grinned. Surely even small-town girls were not that dense.
Young Nancy Wells rose daintily now and moved toward the dressing-room. Her sweet ass movements tensed Candi's clit. She quickly found the undies she wanted Nancy to wear and followed her into the cozy dressing cubicle.
"Take everything off, sweetie," Candi said.
Nancy seemed a bit reluctant to remove her bikini in front of Candi, who remembered that earlier Nancy had insisted on being alone while she removed her street clothes and donned the bikini.
"Ah, take it off, doll. It's just us girls here, isn't it?" Candi said, reassuringly. Her hot crotch was tingling mightily to see Nancy naked, but with lots of experience with young, inexperienced, small-town chicks, Candi had the smarts to know she had to play it cool.
Nancy giggled, reaching behind her for the strings of the bikini top. Then she paused, her eyes got wide, her smile got playful and she turned her back for Candi to untie the top.
"Would you mind, Miss Martin, I mean, Candi?" she asked, sweetly.
The dressing area had a couch and a fancy makeup table, fully mirrored. Candi had enjoyed herself with several models on the couch plus Laura Wheeler but goodies as good as Nancy didn't come along every day. Candi shivered. A mingling of jasmine perfume and pussy aroma tingled Candi's senses. Nancy had lots of it!
Resolutely resisting enormous temptation to put her arms around Nancy and fill her itchy palms with handfuls of Nancy's tits, Candi skilfully untied the bikini top. The covering of gorgeous Nancy's spectacular boobs was now in Candi's hand. She shivered in anticipation.
"Been getting any lately, honey?" Candi smiled. She couldn't resist a slight caress of the smooth slope of Nancy's shoulder.
"Noooo!" Nancy exclaimed and finally she turned. Candi's eyes gleamed as she saw, bare for the first time, what Nancy had to offer up-top. Lots! A lovely set! The sweet youthful thrust of her boobs and the rosy pout of the brunette's darkly-banded nipples stirred the thrills between Candi's legs.
"Me, either," Candi laughed. "And isn't that just the shits?"
Nancy blushed.
Candi barely believed it herself but she still resisted all temptation to reach out and fondle Nancy's beautiful boobs. And though her mouth was watering to be filled with the gorgeous young model's tasty-looking nipples Candi coughed and held herself back.
She could plainly see Nancy's big brown eyes gleaming. She kept telling herself that holding back until Nancy was really panting for it was the way to go here.
"Do you mind it I get more comfortable?" Candi asked, starting to unfasten her blouse. "These pants are binding my cunny. You don't mind, do you, honey?"
"I guess not," Nancy giggled. "You sure say it right out, don't you, Candi?"
"Why screw around?" Candi giggled. "How long since you had a piece, anyway?"
At least, this time, the cute brunette didn't blush and experienced Candi could easily detect a glow of excitement.
"Well," Nancy said, "To tell the truth, I've kinda been saving it . . ."
'Incredible!', Candi thought. 'A virgin . . .?'
She shivered again, drawing her blouse open. The bare mounds of her big, floppy tits sat deliciously on her chest. The young brunette model could clearly see Candi's nipples hardening under her gaze. What she couldn't readily see was the wetness oozing from Candi's cunt, the delectable rising of her clit.
