Bob Potter
She walked into my studio just two hours later. I had been sure that she would, so sure, in fact, that I had not only let my assistant take off, but I'd also cancelled a very important shooting session. She walked in, her hips rolling, her eyes on mine. When she got to within six inches of me, she stopped, and then, so close that I could feel her sweet hot breath on my face, she said, "I'm Gabriel Du Champe."
"I'm Bob Potter."
"Yes, I know."
"You're alone…"
"Yes, my friend had other things to do."
"You're beautiful."
"I know." A faint breath of musk-like scent pervaded her immediate area. "Are you going to photograph me?" she asked.
"Yes."
"Nude?"
"Yes." I marveled at her manner. It seemed implicit from talk usually indulged in as part of the game was not necessary in this time and place. Without another word she proceeded to remove her clothing which consisted solely of her outerwear; no bra, no panties, no hose. As I had assumed in the restaurant, she had been totally naked under the thin fabric of her pantsuit, which she let fall carelessly to the floor.
Once again I surveyed that magnificent body and once again, as in the restaurant, but this time without the camouflage of clothing, I watched the undulation ascend, like a sea wave, from her hips, through her belly and up to her two perfectly matched, plump love melons which even as I watched, quivered in silent greeting. Her crotch was completely shaven, forming an explicit "V", two dark lines converging perfectly on a field of creamy beige. The embossed pink crease of her slit began less then an inch above the conjunction of the two crotch lines and as I watched, she parted her legs slightly, thrusting her hips forward so the closed slit transformed itself into a moist coral opening.
"Like what you see?" Her voice broke into my erotic reverie.
"Very much."
"Are you hard?" Her eyes dropped to my crotch and to satisfy her frankly expressed curiosity I flexed my prick muscles, causing the massive lump on my left leg to jerk spasmodically. "Lovely" she breathed.
"I've been like this since I first saw you and that's hours ago."
"I'm flattered."
I led her into the shooting area. While I was loading up the Minoltas she draped herself over my casting couch, her eyes intent on mine, her leg dangling over the edge of the cushion, causing her naked cunt lips to-part slightly. It was a delicious spectacle and as I watched, she caressed her breasts with delicate, fluttering little touches and smiled at me, her moist tongue flicking out from time to time to wet her lips.
I loaded Kodachrome II in the two SRM motorized bodies and turned on the strobe bank. I led her over to a woven straw chair, which I draped with sheer fabric. I used a window flat for the background, placing a second bank of lights behind it and a few large potted plants beside and behind the chair. From the prop closet I obtained a pair of black stockings, red garters and a large, floppy, straw hat. She put them on.
"Is this how you see me?" she asked.
"Yes, I see you as being the most beautiful woman I've ever set eyes on. Look here… in the lens… always in the lens, that way you'll have eye-contact with whoever looks at the finished pictures." I squeezed off three quick exposures, about two seconds apart.
"When I look in the lens, does it give me eye-contact with you also?"
"Yes."
"Then I'll say things to you with my eyes." She caressed her breast and her eyes said; Fuck-Me, Fuck-Me! My camera answered; snick… snick…
I shot her for half an hour, stopping only to change film. Her body moved like the well-lubricated sex machine I had come to believe it was. I was working with a 100mm lens, so at no time was I less than seven or eight feet from her, and because of this the sexual tension was becoming almost excruciating. My cock was bursting out of its confines and I was beginning to feel the wetness caused by a copious lubrication discharge. I looked down at myself and could see the small wet stain on my poplin pants. Her eyes followed mine and she grinned, saying, "That's lovely. I see you supply inspiration to your models."
Snick… snick… snick… Her hand descended to within an inch of her hairless pussy… snick… Eyes closed, lips pouting, Snick… Snick… Other hand resting on her breast, the nipple hard, erect like a. Snick… snick… snick…
We broke. I reloaded and when Gabriel returned from the dressing room, I had her lay on her back in a nest of solid-colored pillows. Her body formed an erotic "S" shape as she lay looking up at me. There was a faint buzzing sound, which I couldn't quite place. She smiled.
"The buzz is coming from me, Bob. Every little bit of inspiration helps, right?" She reached down, parted her love lips and withdrew a tiny one cell vibrator from within the confines of her oily, pink pussy! She passed it up to me, holding it in front of my face as I kneeled to adjust cushions. I leaned forward slightly, and opening my mouth, inserted its vibrating head between my lips and licked. It was ambrosia!
She said, "That, really turns me on! Lick it Bob, lick the cunt juice!" I did and then I stood up and she inserted the little love monster in her cunt again, slowly so I could watch it ooze in, like a milk white cock. Then I straddled her with my legs, and standing above, her body upper torso filling the frame, I proceeded to shoot.
Her hands snaked up my left leg till they reached the large lump which had been threatening to burst the fabric wide open for hours. She outlined its shape with two gracefully caressing fingers, and then while one sensual hand fondled lightly, another, more practical one, went to my fly. She proceeded, with great skill, to pull down the zipper, reach in and maneuver my turgid cock through the complex barrier of Jockey shorts. Suddenly my prick was exposed to the fresh air and to the enraptured stroking of my horny, buzzing model, who lay between my legs staring hungrily up at its bulbous rigidity.
Snick… snick…
"I like your cock."
Snick…
"It's so big!"
Snick…
"You know, cocks differ more in thickness…"
Snick… snick…
"… than they do in length."
Snick…
"Yours is as thick as they cum."
"How does your cunt feel?"
Snick…
"My cunt feels marvelous… "
Snick… snick… snick… snick…
"The little friend in there is doing a fine job! Ohhhh, it's good!"
Snick…