A Studio Model
Dancing in front of the tall mirror, the beautiful blonde's ample breasts were swaying as her long legs moved to the Latin beat. Sharon could feel the cool cotton of her husband's white dress shirt brushing against her sensitive nipples as she tossed her hips lewdly and wagged her ass. No-one else was home. Sharon was slipping back into the love zone.
"Dah-dah-dah-dah-dah-dah-dah-Hey! Dah-dah-dah-dah..."
Her arms swung in time with her tits as she chanted out the sexy beat.
Sharon was oversexed after her first erotic photo shoot, unable to get the experience out of her mind. At work, she remembered herself kneeling naked on the bed, teasing her body for Joannie's camera. At home all she wanted to do was fuck her husband's brains out. Fortunate man.
Alone at home during the day was sheer agony. Sharon could not concentrate on anything but posing nude for Joannie. She wanted to do it again. She needed to do it again!
Sharon heated up as she danced. She gradually unbuttoned the shirt and opened up the cuffs. First her erect nipples came into view, and then her entire breasts as she moved. She liked watching herself dance like this because it felt very sexy. Then she slipped the shirt off altogether and continued dancing naked, just her and the gorgeous MILF in the mirror.
"I need to get Mark out dancing again," she mused. "I love it. Certainly like this!"
Sharon wore plenty of bright red lipstick today because she was feeling especially hot. She had done some intimate hair removal during her morning shower, and it made her feel rather slutty. She was eager to show off her new look.
After a while, she stopped dancing and stood swaying in front of the mirror, studying her beautiful body. Her hands curled under her shapely tits, holding them up and out. She pulled and rolled her nipples and examined their reflected tips, now swollen and erect
Craning her long neck, she lifted each one to her mouth, pleasurably sucking the entire areola between her lips. Each nipple came away tipped in red from the lipstick she had applied for this afternoon's game. Then she cupped each breast in her hands to admire her mouth painting.
"Nice tits, girl," she murmured. Sharon could feel telltale moisture beginning to seep down her vagina.
Sharon was eager for Joannie to phone, telling her that the proofs were ready. How could one week pass by so slowly? But sometimes she remembered how far she had stepped out of character in the last half hour of her sitting. She dreaded facing the relative stranger to whom she had so brazenly exposed herself and masturbated to a shattering orgasm.
But she wasn't thinking of that now. She dragged the dressing mirror close to the foot of the bed, then came to her knees in front of it. She was going back to Joannie's studio again.
"I'm wide and wet for you. See," Sharon said to the mirror, as she slid a hand down across her stomach and into her vagina. Then she gave a sultry look as she brought her damp fingers to her red lips and sucked them.
"Mmmm...my pussy tastes so good," she purred, before scooping inside again to bring more of her nectar to her licking mouth. Some of her red lipstick transferred to her fingers, which in turn further rouged her labia each time they returned there.
The photographer's slow, teasing words kept echoing through Sharon's brain. They were a reminder of a half hour in her life about which she had little recollection, apart from coaxing phrases and fingers on urgent pink flesh. She couldn't escape Joannie's seductive words.
"Do you like this? Yes, I thought so. Go slowly. Make it last. I'll take you to a special place. Let me see all of you now. I love watching you play. So wide. So wet. Do you like to show your body to me?"
"Oh fuck, Joannie, you know I do!" Sharon exclaimed loudly.
A few days later, Sharon stood in the noise of downtown traffic, pressing the doorbell of the little studio. Joannie ushered her into the dim quiet, and quickly locked the door behind her. The photographer gave Sharon a friendly hug and European kisses on both cheeks this time. Her client reciprocated and began to speak immediately.
"Joannie, I'm so sorry that I got carried a..."
"Stop. You were wonderful. I won't hear another w..."
"I've never done anything like that be..."
"Me neither! You drew my camera out like never..."
"Me! I just feel so embarrassed..."
"Please Sharon. Accept that it was a special moment. Just the three of us- you, me, the camera. Now let's look at the results before we both fall all over ourselves apologizing about a good thing."
There she was again: straightforward and practical Joannie. However, Sharon did notice that she looked better turned out than last time: makeup, hair down, smart clothes. She complimented her photographer. She liked the woman.
Joannie just shrugged it off, saying, "I've decided to try a bit harder," and smiled. "Now let's look at your proofs."
They were sorted into three folders, as promised: Glamour, Black-and-Whites, and Private. The women browsed through the first two folders, commenting on the twenty or so photos selected for each group. Comments like, "Love that one," "You look so hot there," "Best one I've seen," flew back and forth.
"You look fabulous in these Sharon. What a body! It was a pleasure to photograph you. So easy to work with!"
"I love these photos, Joannie, and Mark will too. They are hot alright, and I never expected to be posing completely naked for you. But, I'm almost afraid to look at the Private folder."
"Remember Sharon, we signed an agreement the day you came in here. These pictures are for you only. I am not permitted to use them or even to show them without your express permission."
