The fill lights flashed and I started moving into another pose. I had known that the request being made, as I was getting into the new position, was going to come. I had tried to convince myself that the request or suggestion would never be made, but deep down I knew it would. Carl, the photographer, had just asked me if I would pose with him.
Even though I had expected the request, I was dumbfounded and couldn't force a word out of my mouth. The problem was that, yes, I wanted to pose with him. But, no, I couldn't. I was a married woman with a wonderful husband of seven years and a little boy five years old.
I started modeling over nine years ago and was successful in fashion modeling, but didn't like it. I found my calling in modeling for men's magazines and on the internet. If you have been on the internet very much you have likely seen me posing in picture series wearing anything from sexy dresses and lingerie to nothing but a pair of stockings and high heels. I have never been involved in porn although some of the studios where I work do produce porn.
My name is Shelly and I believe the preceding description of my work gives you all you need to know about my appearances. I met Cary, my husband, shortly after I moved away from fashion modeling. He was a salesman manager for photographic supplies at the time. He now owns a large photo equipment rental business. His customers are the large movie studios and businesses that produce their own commercials.
Cary has never shown any serious trends towards jealousy but he does have some limits and I am happy with them. Basically, he is comfortable as long as my work does not include, or for that matter, approach pornographic settings.
Everything has been wonderful and I enjoy showing my body and knowing that it is the cause of many tented pants and hand jobs. I know; sounds kind of kinky but I find it exciting. Things changed two months ago when a new photographer, Carl, was hired by the studio for which I do most of my work. I was concerned with him coming on board and I had told Cary that he had come to work as a photographer. Carl's appearance didn't thrill him either.
The reason for the discomfort is that Carl and I were sweethearts in college. Almost everyone that knew us, including our parents, figured that we would be getting married after I graduated (2 ½ years after Carl). We were very much in love and he gave me a ring after he graduated and got a job.
I was heartbroken when, with just a year left before my graduation, Carl was transferred by his company to a city over a thousand miles away. He tried to talk me in to marrying him right then and finish my studies at another university. I couldn't. It would have set me back at least one semester in making the change and I knew I wanted to model and where he was going was not even near a modeling center.
He left amid a flood of my tears and we promised to call and write often. We did for about six months and then I almost stopped hearing from him. Just before I graduated he called and told me that he had gotten involved with another woman and impregnated her.
He was man enough to call me and tell me what had happened. He cried when he told me he must break our engagement and that even though he had failed me, he loved me. I was sick for three days and almost missed taking my last two exams.
My parents were devastated, and I didn't even attend my graduation ceremonies. My cap and gown were returned without ever being taken from their wrappings. As soon as classes finished, I went to the "Big Apple" where I launched my modeling career. I think it was partly the fact that Carl and I had talked at length about my modeling desires and that he was excited for me that put a pall over my work and I shortly found that fashion modeling didn't fulfill my dreams. My apartment mate was the one who introduced me to erotic modeling. I tried it and I loved it.
My photos now appear in men's magazines, on the internet and even in a few fashion magazines.
During most of the time that I was fashion modeling, I had recurrent dreams about Carl. The dreams were wonderful, and then I would wake up only to realize that it was a dream. He was very tender and loving with me. We never had intercourse, but on a couple of occasions I gave him a blow job. He fondled my breast on many occasions and it took a lot of control on both of our parts to stay out of bed.
I remember our last night before he went away to his job. A buddy of his had an apartment and was going to be gone over the weekend. He had told Carl that the apartment was his to use. We had a wonderful dinner and danced until about eleven. Then we went to the apartment. I know we both were toying with the idea of having sex.
When we went in, he put on some soft music and we danced for a little while. We weren't much in the way of drinking but we did have a small bottle of scotch and had a drink. I don't think either one of us finished the first drink. As we danced, we were very tight and our lips and tongues were in full operation. He unbuttoned my blouse and started to caress my tits while I was pushing my pelvis into his hard cock.
It didn't take long before my bra was off and his shirt came off. There was an indescribable delicious tingle between my legs as we pressed together, my bare breast against his bare chest. He unzipped my skirt and I let it drop to the floor. The tension and excitement of the moment was growing by the second and I unzipped his fly and pulled his cock out as his hand slipped into my panties for the first time.
Sinking on to the couch, I felt his finger slip into me. I took his cock in my mouth and for another first, he moved around until he was able to eat me. I was going wild and was completely lost in the passion of the experience. After a short time wrapped up in the oral pleasure, Carl asked if I was safe, he didn't have a rubber. His statement broke the spell and I quickly realized what we were doing and where we were headed.
I think one of the hardest things I have ever had to do was to figuratively throw ice water on our love making. For one thing, I was relatively sure that I was not safe and I also knew that I still planned on offering myself to him as a virgin on our wedding night. Carl pleaded with me to let him go buy condoms and then make love before we were parted for a while.
