Life was looking up. Last week Kate had blown my mind as well as my cock. And just the other night I had photo shoot with another girl – Veronica -. After the Sarah and Kate experiences, I'd been almost anticipating that something might happen other than photography with Veronica. Then again, I didn't mind either way. If I got some great shots, that really was pretty much enough for me. And I kept reminding myself not to get ahead of myself – the last thing I wanted was to try something on and be rejected. That would be instant 'dirty old man' syndrome.
I was flipping through the shots Kate had allowed me to keep while I waited for Veronica to arrive. Kate hadn't given me any of the more revealing shots (not to mention the ones where she was rubbing my cum into her skin) but rather a couple of the backlit silhouettes and a few front-on clothed shots. It was interesting now to look at the shadow pics after having been able to get to know Kate a little better. In the shots she looks somehow soft, introspective and even fragile. That's what the shots conveyed, and yet nothing could be further from the truth! The other shots she allowed me to have were when she had her blouse half undone. It was a basic head-and-shoulders, but what a shot! Her blouse hanging open, her lacy bra clearly showing, but it was the look on her face: her eyes, looking straight at the lens, were so full of emotion. What an evocative shot. There was fire, a strange intensity to her gaze; her eyes almost seemed to sparkle! No doubt about it, this was the best work I'd ever done, better even than the shots of Sarah. Better than I thought I was capable of. If the rest of the pictures were like this, I'd love to shoot Kate again, I thought. I'd love to shoot on her again, too, I chuckled to myself.
The door bell rang.
"Hi, you must be Veronica," I said. "I'm David."
We shook hands and I invited her inside.
She smiled sweetly and put her bag down. This girl was hot! Flowing auburn hair, slim, generous tits, cute face and flashing blue eyes. She was wearing a pink t-shirt, short denim skirt, and white runners. The skirt was short, and she had lovely, long tanned legs – this girl looked stunning.
"Veronica, would you like a drink? Wine?"
"Yeah, that'd be great," she said, slumping herself down on the sofa. "I could use a drink - just had an exam today, urrghh!"
"Yeah, I remember what that was like, though it was a long time ago for me," I said.
"So, have you had many girls doing this?" she asked as her slender fingers reached for the wine glass. There was a confidence in her voice that belied her youth. She certainly didn't seem to be shy.
"A few, not that many. I guess it's not for everyone, but like I said over the phone, it's up to you how far you want to take it, and I give you my word that the shots won't leave my possession or be seen by anyone else."
"Yeah, that's OK. I'm cool with it. Is this where we're doing it?"
"Yeah, this is it."
She took another sip of her wine. She reminded me of my college days – the place would be crawling with hot chicks like her, hot young girls with rich daddies, dripping with money. That's what she looked like, a rich kid; it wasn't just the confidence, there was something about her that screamed wealth. She was wearing make up, too, although she scarcely needed to. The shoes were designer, very expensive. I'd been shopping for new gym wear recently and I'd seen those shoes in the store – and how much they cost. Basically more than a week's pay for me. I wondered about her motivations for doing this – judging by appearances she couldn't have been short on cash.
"Alright, let's begin," I said.
"OK, what should I do?"
I looked her up and down. My God, how good would she look topless in that shirt?
"OK, let's try a topless shot," I said. I was almost surprised at how casually I'd come straight to the point.
"OK," she shrugged. Just like that. As she stood up and peeled the t-shirt off her head. She was wearing an expensive looking white bra with fine lace. Wow.
"Bra too?" she said.
"Yes," I said. I watched as her hands went around behind her back to unclasp the garment. She was so casual about it, like she'd done this a million times. Or maybe it was just her self confidence. She had the looks to tempt a Priest, and there was no doubt in the way she moved, the way she looked at me, that she was fully aware of it.
"How's that?" she said. God, she even gave a little wiggle with her shoulders which made her tits wobble delightfully. And what fantastic tits! Big, firm, round, big nipples. I was already getting a hard on. And the idea of artistic shots was fast going out the window; I really just wanted to have a good old perve on this hot little rich babe.
"Very nice," I said. "You've got a fantastic body."
"Thank you!" she said with that winning smile.
And man, did she look good. The short skirt, her long, tanned and perfectly proportioned legs, her slim figure and perfectly rounded boobs, the big nipples jutting ever so slightly upwards. She didn't just look hot; she just oozed sex, a young woman in her prime. One who knows it, and isn't afraid to show it. This was going to be great...
Yet I was struggling to get inspired behind the camera, to come up with that shot that encapsulated what I was seeing. I tried a few different angles but they all felt a bit one dimensional. It was odd. It was like the chemistry just wasn't right. There was certainly a kind of chemistry going on – especially in my pants, because I was a rapidly becoming as hard as a rock. The girl was utterly stunning; the kind of chick that makes men hard simply by walking into a room. But something just wasn't quite gelling. Like maybe when you're on a date with a girl and she's hot, but she's also boring. You want to fuck her because she's so damned cute, but you don't necessarily want to have a conversation with her – but conversing with her is part of the deal.
Damn it, man, isn't that what this is supposed to be about? Admiring cute young chicks for their bodies but not getting involved with them romantically? Why do even the simplest things have to end up so complicated?
I shot her topless from a few angles. The shots were great, sexy, but this was not like shooting Kate or Sarah. Jesus man, just get her naked, a voice inside said.
"OK Veronica, I'd like you to take off your skirt and shoes."
"OK," she half smiled.
She slipped off her shoes. Then she turned away from me, unzipped her skirt at the back and bent forward as if to emphasise her obviously perfect ass as she slid the skirt down her hips and legs. God, she was doing this almost like a stripper!
She was wearing low-cut pink knickers. Her ass, her tits, her skin – all perfect. She could have been a model. Then I got an idea.
"Veronica, I'd like to shoot you in the shower. But it will mean your panties will get wet. Would that be OK with you?"
"I guess so," she said. "But if I'm going to get wet, why don't I just take them off?"
