Sofia sighed quietly. At twenty-six, this was not quite how the ninth grade English teacher had expected life to be. At first, she had struggled for a job, not realising what a battle it would be to get a foot in the door after graduating from college. After all, everyone told her that teachers were needed everywhere. She found out the hard way that was untrue, or at least it was in her town. It seemed everyone was looking for experience.
It was her fifth interview before she was accepted for a post, although that at least had worked out well. It was her dream school, in the middle class neighbourhood close to where she grew up. And that was where she met Nathanial, another teacher. Within two years they were married, and although marriage had not turned out to be the bliss she had anticipated it to be, she and Nathanial were very much in love.
She was a virgin when they wedded, as her strict religious upbringing had led to her believing that sex usually involved a dark room. And it certainly did not involve anything that could be considered scandalous of any sort. People had always considered her to be innocent and naïve, which often made her smile. She may have been innocent but she was far from naïve.
She had enjoyed a number of heavy petting sessions before meeting Nathanial, although in the main they were in circumstances where she could use her assets to help herself. And whilst she had become more experienced as she went along, her intention had always been to save her last bastion of innocence for her future husband. That was a decision she had never regretted.
Her life became a balance between her career at school and marriage to Nathanial, and her only disappointment was that as hard as they worked, money was not plentiful. Although they were comfortable she longed for a few of the finer things in life that money would buy. Yet despite this, there was a bright light on the horizon. Her local part-time modelling experiences had been recognised although the offer for her to model for a new, apparently upmarket, photographer had been a shock.
It appeared that her photograph had been spotted in one of the small time catalogues she had posed for and it seemed they had been sufficiently impressed to believe she was perfect for this job. And whilst her experiences to date had focused exclusively on modelling bikinis, she had constantly yearned to progress to what she saw as the next stage and perhaps even make a career change. As much as she enjoyed her teaching, the thought of becoming a professional model was exciting and overwhelming.
The opportunity to travel to New York for a photo shoot was beyond her wildest dreams and it was as if a Fairy Godmother had appeared to grant her wish. New York had always attracted her, it seemed so alive and so different from anything she had ever witnessed in her home town. That was so small it was easy to forget how big, exciting and dangerous the world could be.
Her assignment was all expenses paid and they had arranged time off school so that Nathanial could accompany her. They had loved their tour around the city the previous night and now the big day had arrived, Sofia's thoughts were locked on the afternoon ahead. She was only too aware that she would never get another opportunity like this and in that sense it was the most important day of her life.
If the early afternoon shoot was successful, she would find herself gracing the pages of a popular publication with a worldwide distribution network and a new career and life would await. She had never felt more nervous or excited in her life and that exhilaration had transferred itself to their bedroom. The sheer headiness of everything around them had transferred itself to their libidos and despite a heavy night of lovemaking, they had both felt the urge again this morning.
Because of her need to prepare, she had tried to resist. But the feelings engendered by his mouth on her nipples and his fingers softly teasing her clitoris had seen her quickly acquiesce. After bringing her to her second orgasm of their trip, she had slid down and wrapped her full pouty lips around his thick manhood, delighting in the feeling when he exploded into the back of her throat.
The problem was that, as a result, she was in danger of being late for the photo shoot and time was rapidly running away from her. Her unfamiliarity with the Big Apple compounded the problem and by the time she reached the studio, she was flustered and very late. Instead of being refreshed, she was feeling hot, still horny, and had that awful feeling of being out of control that she hated so much.
Whilst she waited, she checked herself out in the long mirror in reception. Giving a thankful sigh, she was relieved to see that her appearance did not match her flustered state. She had chosen a denim skirt and a cotton button top and she shyly smiled as she saw that her nipples were already pushing through the material. The voluptuous black woman that led her through to the studio eyed her body appreciatively as they walked and Sofia thought that if she was able to attract that attention from another woman, she would wow the photographer.
"Hello, I'm Sofia," she said, offering her hand as she walked across to the short, thick-set man fiddling with a camera.
She tried to promote an air of confidence despite her nervousness but that disappeared immediately she saw him scowl at her. She instantly realised she had made a mistake by giving in to her desires that morning and clumsily attempted to redress the situation.
"I'm... so sorry... I'm slightly late," she stuttered.
*
Although the scowl was real, Bruno was also slightly taken aback by the beauty of the girl. Of course, he was well used to photographing beautiful girls, but this woman had a special quality about her. The impish smile she had offered on introduction had revealed a beautiful girl but it was her eye catching body that took his breath away. His practiced eye quickly ran over her full breasts and her curvaceous womanly shape and he gave an inward sigh of approval.
He tore his eyes away and glanced at his watch to make a point.
"Slightly?" he barked, his clipped accent in keeping with his appearance. "You are one hour late! A professional model would have arrived an hour ago to familiarise herself before makeup and wardrobe! Winston has been here almost one hour!"
He watched the woman's face redden and it seemed to him that she may have choked back a tear from the large brown eyes that were perfectly high-lighted by her tanned skin. This was good, he thought. He needed to establish his dominance from the very beginning and if the vision in front of him looked as sensational without clothes, this promised to be one of those special sessions that came along all too rarely.
"My name is Bruno," he barked, and then pointed at a door to his left. "I suggest you get dressed."
As she nodded obediently, his experienced eye took in the thick, sensually wild mane of brown hair framing her sensual face and then trailed down to those bountiful curves. He must have been admiring her for a moment longer than he should, as he saw a smile forming on the soft pink lips that promised so much.
"Your makeup looks acceptable which is just as well in view of the time," he growled. "Wear the cream lingerie."
With that he turned away and allowed the exquisite beauty to head to what she would soon see was an incredibly small dressing room. He knew that in her fluster she would not observe the small camera concealed in the top of one wall and he watched her from a small monitor beside his desk as she quickly changed.
His tongue licked across his lips as he watched the voluptuous model remove her blouse, her cleavage spilling over the top of her lacy, black brassiere. And when she deftly unfastened the catch and allowed her full breasts to bounce free, he could feel his manhood begin to respond, slowly unfurling inside his faded black jeans. When she removed her matching thong to reveal her flat stomach and perfectly trimmed strip of brown curls, his erection began to strain against its confines.
