The Photographer and His Muse

[timewarp]

Here is something I wrote a while back. It was inspired by actual events, but I shall leave it to you the reader to guess how much of it is fiction and how much is the truth.

Hope you enjoy it.


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The Photographer and His Muse

"Are you… ?”

He looked up from the magazine he was browsing and saw her in person for the first time. She did not look anything like she did in her picture. But as he regarded the attractive young woman hovering by his table, he decided it was a very good thing.

“Hi,” he said as he rose to his feet. They traded awkward smiles, the sort that you would have if you were meeting someone for the first time under the circumstances in which the both of them had come to meet.

A week ago, he received an e-mail from a stranger. In it, the stranger had written how much she loved the pictures he took and that she was wondering if he would oblige to have her model in a session. There was little else about her in the e-mail, not even a head shot, and as he reread her e-mail in the hope that there was more about her he could pick up, he had begun to imagine what she looked like.

She has a quiet dignity about her and a shyness her beautiful almond eyes betrayed as they made some small talk. He opened the lid of his laptop, and, with a couple of clicks, opened a gallery of nudes he had shot before.

Turning the laptop around so she could see the screen, he said, “These are what I’m thinking of doing. These are what I could not post online.”

She rose and moved her chair closer to his. Locks of her hair fell free from her shoulder as she regarded the photos closely; she studied each one at length, her attention completely fixed on the photographs on the screen. Photographs of past loves of whom he had no problem convincing to shed their clothes for his camera. Perhaps it was his natural born charm. Or perhaps it was the unspoken and latent desire in every woman to be utterly uninhibited. Often in such sessions, it was as much a surprise to him as to them how explicit they were capable of. In those private sessions, each and every one of them was his Succubus.

He found himself studying her; the long, gracious finger that hovered above the keyboard; the toned arms she must have spent many a gym hour working on; her fair complexion, a light shade of cream, of which the spaghetti top she wore modestly revealed. Just as he was glancing at what little bit of cleavage her top allowed, she leaned closer to the screen and propped her elbows on the table. The neckline of her top crumpled away from her bosom and revealed exquisite black lace.

“You’re wearing underwear,” he frowned.

She glanced up from the laptop and gave him a puzzled look. On the day before, he had sent her a short list of what articles of clothing to bring and the such for the session, along with an instruction that she was not to wear any underwear so that her skin would not have marks.

"I forgot about it completely!" she exclaimed as it dawned on her. "I'm so sorry; I'll go remove them now."

Halfway across the cafe, she turned back and sheepishly stuck her tongue at him, a gesture that was so unexpected and childlike it made him laughed. While she was gone, he turned to his laptop and hovered the mouse pointer on a folder marked Reference. Within the folder were pictures he had downloaded in the past week, pictures shot by others that he admired greatly and wished to attempt himself. He wondered if he should show them to her.

She reappeared clutching in one hand her bra and undergarment. He glanced around to see if any one was looking at this strange sight of a young woman walking around with her undergarment in her hand. There was only a middle-aged couple at the far end of the cafe and they had not noticed.

"I have something to show you," he began as she rummaged her bag. "There are some pictures I want to try and recreate. They're pretty explicit, though."

A small, mischievous smile crept onto the edge of her lips.

"Porn?"

"No. Well, not to me."

He pulled his chair closer to her and moved the laptop closer. As the thumbnails drew themselves on the screen, he thought he saw her flinched slightly. She stared hard at the pictures, her brow creased. The photographs, while tasteful and were done in a style that remained in the realms of art, left little to the imagination. Legs spreading as far as they went. Hands squeezing breasts. Fingers pinching nipples and parting pussy lips suggestively left out of the frame. They reeked of pure lust. In the long dead silence between them, she advanced through the pictures quickly. Once in a while, she would go back one or two pictures, before she resumed clicking to the next. He grew increasingly nervous.

"Look, I'm sorry if you are offended—" he began. But she cut him off.

"These pictures are…" She searched for the word. Her gaze flitted from her cup of coffee to the napkin next to it. His expression turned more and more worried. Finally she glanced up and looked right into his eyes.

"These pictures are what I've always hoped to do."

He heaved such a great sigh of relief it made her raise an eyebrow.

"I've tried to take shots like these in the past," she explained as her cheeks began to turn a rich shade of pink. "You know, with my ex boyfriends. With phone cameras and all. But they never turned out well."

"Not this time round."

"Of course not. You're a professional."

She settled back into her seat and leveled her gaze at him with a small smile.

"Yes, I'd love to try shots like those."

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More to come.

[timewarp]

The quiet hum of the air-conditioning was the only sound in the room. Up on the sixtieth floor, they were far, far away from the rest of the world. Outside, the afternoon sun beat down with such a fervor it made everything that moved lethargic and lifeless.

As he waited for her to put on her makeup, he did a walk-about the room, checking exposure with the light meter in his hand. Satisfied, he went about quietly setting up lights. He chose to pack light since he did not have an assistant; she had, in a subsequent e-mail to him, requested the session to be just between him and her. It suddenly occurred to him that she had mentioned something else, something that has completely slipped his mind till now.

He called out to her. Moments later, she appeared at the doorway, clad in a bathrobe she took from the wardrobe.

"You said you had one more request which you'd tell me only on the day of the shoot."

She smiled with genuine shyness.

"In a while," was her cryptic reply and she disappeared into the bathroom once more. He thought about it for a while and, unable to guess at what it could be, shrugged and powered up his camera.

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Through the lens he studied her face. With his face pressed to the viewfinder, his breathing was softly ragged. She glanced up and gazed at his reflection in the mirror. There was such vulnerability in her eyes it stirred something in his years of well-honed shooting instincts and made him squeeze the shutter release. The burst of three shots reverberated obscenely loud in the small bathroom.

A silence fell between them.

"I'm waiting," he said, his eye still to the viewfinder.

Her cheeks turned crimson. With her gaze still fixed on his reflection, she tugged at the knot of her bathrobe. He fired more shots rapidly. The sides parted, revealing in slow motion her fair skin. She turned, and began to laugh uncontrollably. His finger stayed on the shutter release.

Soon she was laughing so hard she was clutching her stomach. Her breasts quivered beneath the white terry cloth as she sat down hard on the edge of the bathtub. Doubled over in pain, her legs were parted slightly, exposing the neat line between her soft folds. Like a predator that has caught the sight of a prey, he took a step forward and framed up for a shot. She squealed and scrambled to cover up. He fired another two shots, laughing as he did so because he knew shots of moments like this were impossible to stage.

"You impatient man," she laughed. She got to her feet, her eyes sharp and hard in an instance. Without a word, she parted her bathrobe. It crumpled softly at her feet like a napping cat.

"Well, I'm naked now."

Her breasts heaved with her nervousness, her confused hands clutching the sides of her thighs, as though she was willing herself to not use them to cover her crotch. Her body was exquisitely shaped, her curves firm even as they flowed in the way only a woman's body could. Her breasts stood high and proud like those of a girl who has just blossomed into adulthood; just a little more than a palmful each, they were fair and white. In stark contrast, her areolae were large and were a pale shade of brown.

With her back to the mirror, she propped herself up onto the vanity counter and assumed a pose. With every click of the shutter release, she grew bolder. He did not have to prompt her much. Like an actress who has stepped onto a set crowded with silent adoring onlookers, she has slipped into a character she was playing in her mind. The poses were still modest, but he did not push further. She would get there eventually.

"I'm done here," he announced. "Let's take a look at the lingerie you've brought."

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[ZacMissile]

First camper reporting in .

[heyshoy]

Keep it coming...camping..

Heyshoy f

[lostsheepboy]

oooh. nice story.

[Kenneleon]

Great writing..like a pro novelist

[eeemen]

Interesting read, and thanks for sharing, cheers ....................

[mlvnyong]

Join the crowd , waiting for more.

[jamesrockwell]

very nice writing...hoping to read more of it......i don't care about fiction or non fiction..i just enjoy a good story with proper development and good English as well...the expression and description are clearly explained.

;) you'll have me as your loyal reader for this story. Too bad I can't up you yet. Don't have any powers :(

[timewarp]

Clad in only a white thong, her bathrobe parted, she laid herself down and stretched, taking in the softness of the bed. He hovered at the edge of the bed, twisting and ducking as he searched for a shot. The sun has taken refuge behind a sheet of ambivalent rain clouds. Framed against the large picture window, she was bathed in the softest of afternoon light he has ever seen.

Every sound in the room seemed attenuated; all he could hear was his own breathing and the mechanical clicks of the dials and buttons his machine made. For a while he snapped away. But it became apparent the shots were not working. The room fell silent once more. His brow creased in concentration as he paced around the bed, trying to visualize his next shot. She remained still.

"Take it off," he said softly.

Perhaps she had not heard his instruction the first time. He said it again. No response. Her eyes were shut, her head thrown back towards the window. He got onto the bed, knelt at her feet and called out her name.

Her eyes fluttered open. There was a drowsiness in her gaze. A moment passed.

Still, she did not move. He was sure she heard him this time. Her gaze burned deep into him, her eyelids seductively lowered.

"We're not going there yet."

He lowered his camera.

"I'll spread my legs only if you get naked as well."

He balked. "No."

With a flourish, she wrapped the sides of her bathrobe tight around her. "Then there shall be no shoot," she said and sat up in bed to assert her point.

"You want this shoot bad. You know it. So this is the request I said I'd tell you later."

He did a slow burn at her. For all the shyness she has exhibited all along, he had to admire the defiance and impunity in which she was now dangling the prospects of the afternoon.

A moment passed.

"And I thought you were extremely shy," he muttered as he gave in. She raised herself up on the bed, smiling victoriously. . He peeled off his tee shirt and, with a snort of disdain, flung it at her. The buckle on his belt clanked loudly, seemingly in rhythm to her spontaneous applause. Off came the pants, and, for a moment, he stood there and felt stupid. She stared at him expectantly.

"What, this, too?"

"This is going to be awkward," he said as he hooked his fingers into the sides of his briefs. "What if I get aroused? That's gonna look pretty awkward. I can't imagine what could look more absurd than a photographer contorting away for angles with a hard-on."

She laughed.

"Then that will make you feel as awkward as I do," she concluded. "Which is the whole point."


He shook his head in disbelief; she has had him cornered with her perfectly logical reasoning. It was fair game now, two strangers baring all, hiding nothing. Quid pro quo. His briefs fell around his ankles.

In the coldness of the room, his semi-hard penis burned his thigh. She gazed at his naked form, and, with her elbows propping her up, lifted her body slightly away from the bed and peeled her thong free of her legs. Her breasts trembled lightly from both trepidation and the strain of her own weight. If he could hear her heartbeat, he would have known how nervous she actually was right then. He leaned forward and placed his free hand on her knee. She gasped lightly.

Her vulva was freshly shaven. The lips were protruded and were like the petals of an exotic flower. Folds of flesh falling upon themselves. There was a hint of her large clit beneath its hood. All of that were coated with her arousal. He was secretly thrilled at how wet she was. A sliver of her wetness clung onto her inner thigh and, as he parted her legs even more, quivered and stretched thin. Then, as though it served as an indicator of her modesty, at last it broke and fell on her skin, curling languidly like a translucent thread.

His penis stirred to life. Unable to hide it, he raised his camera and began taking shots of her. Through his viewfinder, he saw her gaze affixed on his erection. Caressed by the frequent gushes of cold air from the air-conditioner, it throbbed hot and hard. He felt his own cheeks beginning to flush. She looked up into the lens, at him, and smiled appreciatively, She did not have to say anything; he knew what she wanted to but would not say.

Quietly, he issued a series of instructions, "Lift your chin. Lower your eyes. Part your lips—"

From the corner of his free eye, he saw her move her hands towards her crotch.

"No," he laughed. "Not those lips. Your mouth."

Her face turned crimson red. She shot up in bed and lunged at him, cracking up as well. Nimbly, he stepped off the bed and backed up against the wall behind him. A second too late, she fell on her stomach. They remained like that for a while, the room echoing with their laughter.

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[Natalieb]

Good story! Keep it going...

[iron_symphony]

Nice Story! Joining the crowd here!

[highlysex]

TS , I like your story very refreshing story line ,looking forward for your next installment

[timewarp]

Thanks, everyone. Next post coming up soon.

[SharkAttack]

one serious literiture major or english professor here in sbf.

[Roma]

nice story

[timewarp]

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[timewarp]

one serious literiture major or english professor here in sbf.

Haha, I am neither.

[timewarp]

She rolled onto her back, her body heaving as she tried to catch her breath, and was soon studying his erection. His erect penis throbbed inches from her face. Not having seen a man's cock from an upside-down perspective, she regarded it with wonderment as though it was alien to her. Seeing the chance for a shot, he took a step forward and fired away. Just as he was pressing the shutter release a fourth time, he saw her shift.

Then he froze as he felt her hot breaths on the tightly-drawn skin of his balls. Still staring, she blew on them lightly, sending a shiver down his spine. He stared at her, his camera forgotten.

"Don't stop," she said.

With her right hand, she began to trace a line down her body. Beginning from her chin, her fingers skimmed along her throat, across her breasts where they detoured briefly and danced lightly on a nipple before they coursed across her flat stomach and came to rest on her crotch, her fingers slowly stroking the triangle of flesh between her legs. He watched with rapt attention. She glanced up and met his gaze. Then, beyond his view, she slipped a finger into herself. Soon he could hear every squelch her finger was making. Through her pursed lips she let out a small moan. With her free hand, she stroked her left nipple in slow, lazy circles.

He snapped out of his momentary stupor and fired away. As her hand quickened, he, too, circled her with increasing furor, immortalizing that moment shot after shot.

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[Desires]

nice story :)

[timewarp]

Echoes of her sharp cries still rang in his ears. And he could smell her sex, a scent that was a musky, thick mix of her sweat and arousal. She had rolled over to her side into a crumpled heap, her back to him, her body heaving with her ragged breathing. There was a small damp patch on the sheets inches away from her buttocks; her hand remained clamped between her thighs.

Hovering above her just seconds ago, he fell onto his haunches. A bead of sweat broke free of his chin and it was only then that he realized he was sweating hard. His penis was squashed between his thighs, its purple, bulbous head gleaming slick, the skin of its throbbing shaft stretched thin, revealing thick veins. The sensation was too much for him to bear; he had to get off. His camera bounced once on the bed, abandoned.

He was about to climb out of bed when she turned over onto her back. She rolled her head lifelessly, such that she faced him. Her left cheek sank into the folds of the sheets.

"Wait," she managed weakly.

Caught between the unbearable surge of arousal welling up within him and that strange instruction of hers, he froze, unsure what he should do. With much effort, she lifted herself up in bed, swung around and parted her legs in his full view.

"I want to watch. But only after we finish this round."

He let out a nervous laugh, realizing that the more time he spent with her, the less he had her figured out. Gingerly, he climbed into bed and picked up his camera. Through the viewfinder, he saw her reach out to him. She dragged her nails lightly on his thigh. The touch was searing; it was so exquisite—so unexpected—he nearly dropped the camera.

"Don't do that," he rasped urgently. "I may not be able to stop myself."

"From doing what?" she asked, her tone dripping with nonchalance.

"From fucking you," he hissed.

Through her disheveled locks of hair, she leveled a stare at him. Her eyes glinted with the late afternoon sun stealing into the room. She continued moving her hand, her fingertips brushing broad strokes on his skin. His penis twitched, an agitated and cornered animal, and she stayed clear of it.

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[HunterJ]

Very well written.. Can imagine the scenes personally... Nice !!!

[MarsIswar]

Well written story an up for you , do cont on this wonderful thread

[timewarp]

Well written story an up for you , do cont on this wonderful thread

Thanks, MarsIswar.

[DreamOfLust]

camping... TS is very descriptive... ;)

[IwantbustyKim]

England powerful camping in!

[eeemen]

very intense description in this story bro, keep going! Hot read, cheers ..................

[timewarp]

But for only a while.

He could barely concentrate as she, now on all fours, continued to touch him. The clicking from his camera was erratic, the framing of each shot even more so. Through the viewfinder, he saw, in close details, the arch on the small of her back and the tensed muscles of her ass, which only made him yearn more for what laid beyond.

Her fingers made their way slowly up his thigh until they came dangerously close to his balls. He took his face off the viewfinder just as she glanced up at him and flashed that familiar mischievous smile, her face mere inches away from his lap. Deliberately, her hand stopped.

"You are such a tease," he growled.

She glared at him in defiance. A moment passed. Suddenly, she wrapped her fingers around the shaft of his cock. The chill of her grip sent a shiver down his spine and made him moan. A sliver of pre-cum oozed from the bulbous, purple head of his cock as she tugged his foreskin, and began to quiver as she lightly pumped her hand. Her lips parted into an smile as she regarded his visible arousal. With her other hand, she pressed a finger on the tip of his cock and spread his juices all over the head. He buckled his hips to the sensation. Then she gazed at him, and, giggling, tasted her finger before she dipped it between her legs.

The sight was driving him crazy. He reached out and cupped her breasts, his touch exquisitely gentle. It was one thing to be scrutinizing, like a voyeur, her body for the past two hours, and another altogether to be actually feeling it. He would only realize, moments later, that he had been holding his breath as he did so. She got on her haunches. Arching her back, she offered her breasts to him. As he wrapped his lips around a nipple, she cupped his balls and pumped his cock harder. Returning the favor, he slid a finger down her crack and into her pussy.

The only sounds in the room were those of their jagged breathing, the obscenely loud smacking of his lips as he suckled her breasts, and their wetness as they masturbated each other. His breathing quickened; she recognized the signs and drew her body closer, nestling his cock against her stomach.

Seconds later, the stillness of the air in the room was pierced by his roars as his hard cock began to spit, again and again, thick hot gobs of cum, splattering her hands and stomach.

"Take a shot," she uttered as she began to come herself. "Take a shot, take a shot…"

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[studdyme]

camping for more!

[lammpeb]

Well written i also caught into the action so stimulate please continue with more action

[celestoh]

keep up the good work, really delighting to read such an intense and provocative story! :cool:

[timewarp]

From a distance, and in his state of drowsiness, it sounded like rain. As he stirred, his senses coming back to life, he realized it was the sound of running water. He blinked; the ceiling of the room looked almost foreign to him.

Lying on his back, he took a moment for his mind to clear and wondered how long he had dozed off for. What had just transpired quickly came flooding back. For the past few hours, he had toiled as he took countless shots of her cavorting naked in every angle and pose imaginable. In the blink of an eye, she had transformed from a complete stranger into his private porn star. He could still see every detail of her body, and the mere thought of how she had first masturbated for his camera suddenly made him hard. It was not so much the sight of her pussy‚ that wet, gaping mouth, its lips obscenely splayed‚ that turned him on than it was the expression she had worn on her face while she twisted and stretched, that come-hither look that said "Fuck me" as she gazed at his cock, her expression inscrutinizable save for a hint of desire.

No, it was definitely desire, he thought. Why else would she have breached the unspoken rule of no touching, right? She did reach for him first.

He got out of bed and wrapped a towel around his waist. He grabbed his camera and crossed the room over to the bathroom. Standing at the doorway, he quietly observed, his camera raised. Condensation crept lightly down the fogged vanity mirror and over her reflection as he framed her up for a shot. In the accented lighting of the bathroom, her naked body glistened with hundreds of dewdrops.

Finally she heard the clicking. Peering through her wet hair, she saw him standing outside the shower stall.

"Put the camera down."

He complied. She gathered her hair over her shoulder. He watched as water fell and meandered around her left breast. She stepped out of the shower stall and began to speak, stressing every word as though she was talking to a child.

"We've just had four hours of foreplay and all you can think of is to take more pictures?"

"Well, I am still on the clock."

"Did you like what I did earlier this afternoon?" she smirked, her tone almost goading. It made him smile.

"Very much."

She stepped up to him and, with a fierce intensity in her eyes, brushed the back of her hand on the bulge already forming beneath his towel.

"Do you know what I want?"

"I think I do."

She smiled cruelly.

"Well, you thought wrong," she whispered. Unceremoniously she took her hand away and stepped around him.

"You..." he began.

"... are such a tease," she completed his sentence for him. "Yes, I know."

Turning around, she flipped down the heavy toilet seat and sat down. The coldness of the marble seat made her curl her toes.

"I gave you a good come just now, didn't I?" she asked. "Now it's your turn to return the favor."

Without waiting for his answer, she parted her legs obscenely wide. Her pussy was swollen and red from the hot shower. She nodded once at his towel. He understood. As she gazed at his hard cock, she pulled her pussy lips apart with both hands.

"Eat me."

He fell to his knees and tasted her for the first time. With his lips and tongue, he played with every fold of her vulva, and observed as her thick, protruding pussy lips moulded to the shape of his exploring tongue. He lapped and sucked gently, resisting the urge to tongue-fuck her. That will come later. Besides, it is still foreplay. From time to time, he would glance up and find her staring at him, her mouth agape, her hips buckling. The noise she was making only further encouraged him. She sighed. She whimpered. She moaned and gasped as if each was her last breath.

It came without warning.

No growing cry, no fingernails digging into flesh. For a moment, he froze in complete surprise as a strong stream of her ejaculation spewed forth from her contracting pussy lips, spraying all over his face. It flowed copiously, hot and sticky, into his agape mouth, and down along his face and throat. A large stream glides past his right cheek and dripped off his chin. Only after the first, hard gush did she begin to moan and gasp. Her hips buckled, and her thighs clamped in on both sides of his face. As her orgasm began to subside, he grabbed her thighs, shoved his tongue deep past the cascade of her pussy juice, and began tongue-fucking her. She writhed helplessly, a dying animal.

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[eeemen]

Bro, your writing is intensely arousing! Well done bro n thanks for sharing, cheers ...............

[nightfly1966]

Damn powerful English!!!:D

[timewarp]

He lost count after the third time she came. It could have just as well been one big orgasm because he gave her no chance to take a break. With every climax, he attacked her with renewed vigor; his tongue and lips and nose and chin never once let up.

His face slick with her ejaculation, he stood up and took a step back. Her eyes tightly shut, she laid sprawled on the toilet seat, her limbs hanging lifeless like a marionette forgotten. Her chest was heaving, and her breasts quivered with every deep, sharp breath she took. It looked like she was trying to suck in all the air in the bathroom.

It was too exquisite a sight to merely behold with his eyes. He reached for the vanity top.

Click. Click, click, click…

Despite the tiny earthquakes still coursing through her body, she managed a small laugh.

"You workaholic…" she said between breaths.

He leaned in close and rubbed her wetness on her taut stomach, her heaving breasts, and then her face. His back straightened, he got down on his haunches and gently nestled his cock along the length of her splayed pussy lips. She drew a sharp breath, her body stiffening. Slipping his tongue into her welcoming mouth, he kissed her deeply. His cock remained outside her pussy, the ridge of his bulbous head flicking her clit each time his cock glid up and down. She got the sense that he was in no hurry to get to the next stage, and the anticipation drove her crazy.

Planting light kisses along her neck, his lips reached her ear.

"You know what I want," he whispered. In the thick, damp air, his whisper boomed in her ear and the suddeness made her gasp. "And I know you want it too."

"Yes I do."

Suddenly he stopped moving. Caught by surprise she, too, froze. Uncomprehending, her eyes searched his face. In that position they remained unmoved. Seconds crept by, and the only sound was their breathing and the gurgling of water draining in the shower stall.

Finally he leaned his face into hers.

"Well, you thought wrong," he said, and bit her earlobe for emphasis.

She blinked in confusion as he got up on his feet, a smirk on his lips. In a split second, she recovered. Her expression contorting into a mix of indignance, embarassment and amusement, she began to laugh.

"You fucking t…", she began.

"Tease. Yeah, I know."

Laughing along, he stepped out of the bathroom, and she gave chase.

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[tsquare]

bravo bravo clap clap clap

[timewarp]

The evening has descended upon the city. They stepped out of the lobby and into the street where every object and every person was awash in a pale, diffused light. In her hand she held her gym bag; his hands were empty. He led her to the taxi queue. For a while, neither of them said anything. Even as their body language remained that of two near-strangers—she, turned away to the road while he gazed into the evening crowd—the space between them was all but absent, their shoulders grazing.

A taxi rounded a corner into the driveway. He watched as the cab approached. She turned to him.

"Thank you," she finally said.

He managed a small smile. "I'll call you once the photos are done."

“Can’t wait." Then there was the same small, mischievous smile at the edge of her lips, the one he has seen so many times in the past few hours.

"Look, about what happened back there—"

She put a finger to his lips, a gesture that was so intimate he flinched.

"Anything for the shot," she whispered. "Besides, we didn't do anything."

"No, we didn't."

The throaty gurgling of the taxi cab's engine drowned out the last of his words. As he held the door, she stepped up to his face and whispered into his ear. Using her body as cover, she thrust a small object into his hand. As he began to beam, she winked triumphantly, turned and got into the back seat. With a flourish, she hitched her skirt up just enough for him to catch a glimpse of her fair thighs.

He watched as the taxi cab segued into the rush hour traffic. Then, with a lightness in his steps, he strode into the lobby, smiling to himself, his hands nonchalantly in his pockets. In the right one was the parting gift she had given him only seconds ago. He recalled her words as he felt the smoothness of the satin.

My favorite piece, for my favorite photographer.

It was still damp.

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That's all, folks. Hope you enjoyed it. :)

[highlysex]

Wow TS , great job ! But that's it ? Wat do u mean ?

[timewarp]

That's the story... Short and sweet. Writing about them bonking would've lessened the story.

[koebshaq0_0]

Powerful story. I am truly impressed. Thanks!

[lammpeb]

I want to be that photograper.....

[heyshoy]

Great story..

[timewarp]

Powerful story. I am truly impressed. Thanks!

Thanks for reading!