When he was satisfied that there was enough soap, he pulled her flesh taut with one palm as he positioned the razor with his other hand. Claudine shivered involuntarily at the contrast of the warm soap and the cool bite of the razor, apprehensive, yet not wanting him to stop for one second. The sudden click of the camera startled her and made her flinch, but luckily, not John.
As he viewed his work so far and pondered the possibilities, John considered the symmetry of a rectangle or a triangle, but discarded those ideas in favor of something more organic. Rejecting an arc or a circle, he decided complete and bare smoothness was in order. He proceeded accordingly. When he was satisfied with his effort, he reached for a waiting towel. The warmth and wetness, applied to Claudine's almost unbearably sensitive skin, brought her to the very brink of orgasm, and she begged him to touch her just once more. Shaking his head slightly, he held up instead a pair of black stockings and garter belt. Julia approved silently of his chioice, imagining the contrast of the black garments against Claudine's tawny skin and thought of what a stunning image it would create. A willing model, Claudine pointed her toes and let John draw the silky fabric over her legs.
Watching and photographing the drama unfold, Julia felt the tension. Julia could feel a certain empathy for Claudine, who had been so mercilessly teased, her flesh so lovingly taunted. But that, indeed, was the reason Julia never permitted herself an orgasm before such a session. Julia had to allow herself to be drawn into the passion of the moment, had to feel the need for release herself, in order to fully capture the moment photographically. She herself began to wish it was her calf muscle John's tongue was outlining. She imagined, as he traveled upward, the sensitive nerve endings on the backs of her knees, and his tasting them as he probed their curves. She trembled slightly with anticipation, but forced her hands to steady, thinking of the shot and the powerful sensuality that couldn't help but come through.
And so Julia and John began to smile involuntarily as Claudine's hips began to lose control. Granting her a little mercy, John lowered his head to kiss her thighs, his kisses moving closer and closer to the smoothness his shaving had so recently created. Julia's camera caught it, the moment when John's kisses made contact with Claudine's shaven flesh. Setting her own desire aside, Julia concentrated on photographing Claudine as her eyes closed in ecstasy, as John's burning kisses ignited Claudine's initial orgasm.
As Claudine's shivers gradually subsided, she lay panting on the bed, and Julia took the opportunity to snap the parted lips, the dewy perspiration on Susan's neck and shoulders, the half-closed eyes; creating a shot that afterward proved to be the very personification of satiated desire.
Though the immediate tension of Claudine's first orgasm had been resolved, the air of the studio still fairly crackled with electricity. Julia fully realized that John was excited by the fact of her presence, by two virtually naked women so close that their breath stirred Claudine's hair slightly. She reached out and tucked a strand of Claudine's hair behind one ear, leaving the rest in seductive disarray. As she withdrew her hand, Claudine took it in her own, boldly drawing Julia's fingers down her torso. Though surprised, Julia was not disconcerted, and decided to allow herself a little play, seeing that John was clearly savoring the sight.
She ran her fingers down Claudine's arm, while John caressed Claudine's breasts with his own fingers. Julia took a moment to break away. She adjusted the camera on a tripod, set the timer, and returned to the bed. Stretching out beside Claudine, she explored Claudine's slightly rounded tummy with just the merest pressure of her fingertips, letting them wander over the jutting hipbones. Meanwhile, John covered Claudine's neck and shoulders with trailing kisses, but he reached out and drew his hands along Julia's long thighs. Julia turned toward him, hearing the camera's shutter click.
Julia realized that as much as she wanted to surrender to her desire and join the couple on the bed, they would be better served by her continuing in a purely professional role. She was startled by a crack of thunder, and glancing at the window, realized it had begun to storm, with raindrops splattering against the glass. She decided to use the moment, and reached for her tripod, setting the aperture wide and the shutter speed for a time exposure. That way, she could get a series of reflections, John's and Claudine's bodies mirrored by windows streaked with rain, lending an ethereal atmosphere to the erotica. She told them to pause, noticing that they stopped touching only with reluctance, but so much the better. As their eyes locked and their bodies froze, the tension mounted.
Claudine quickly slipped on a robe, vanished into the dressing room for a few seconds, and then rejoined them. The gurgling cisterns and wind under the eaves provided a contrast to the indoor silence as Julia positioned the couple opposite the window. Noticing that a slight chill had arrived with the storm, she dug in her props trunk and brought out a sumptuous mink throw to provide texture and visual warmth to offset the silvery reflections of the window shot. Obviously relishing the silky feel of the mink, Claudine stretched sinuous limbs out in complete relaxation. She rolled over, enjoying the smoothness of the fur against her newly bare skin.
As John watched, mesmerized, he saw the reason for Claudine's brief errand in the dressing room. As she writhed face-down on the mink, John noticed a hunter green set of beads, a few of which were buried between Claudine's firm, tan hips. As Claudine moved on the mink, it was apparent that she was trying to give her shaven labia sufficient contact with the mink to push her over the precipice into her second orgasm.
John stretched out a hand to feel the mink, appreciating its soft, tantalizing texture. He understood what Claudine must be feeling as she writhed, nude and shaven and teased by the green beads, on the mink throw. He groaned, moved over, and began kissing the back of Claudine's right thigh. She felt his tongue on her thigh and gasped loudly. Eyes half-closed with desire, John's kisses moved up Claudine's right thigh, to the side of her right hip. She rolled over and his kisses began to fall on her abdomen. Claudine looked down, past her swollen nipples, and watched as John's kisses tantalized her stomach. She continued to look down, watching as his kisses neared her shaven labia, and realized that she really needed her second orgasm. As John's tongue made contact with her clitoris, the stimulation became too much and both Claudine and John exploded in orgasm.
Both Claudine and John were in excellent aerobic condition, so it did not take long for respiration to normalize. And Julia knew more photographs would be necessary to assemble a proper portfolio. Julia delved again into the props trunk, pulling out a deep red chemise that would look smoky-gray in black and white prints, lending the shot a forties glamour. She helped Claudine slip it on, then positioned her on her knees, glancing over her shoulder. The hem was short enough so that it was apparent Claudine wore nothing underneath the chemise. As John saw that, his erection began to return like the swallows to Capistrano.
Julia positioned John behind Claudine, his hand on her waist, then stepped back to the tripod to shoot whatever should unfold. John ran his hands over the cool silk, toyed with the straps, and began to inch the hem upward. But Claudine pressed back against him till they were both in a sitting position and turned to face him. She leant back on one hand, and extended her legs on either side of his muscled torso. Her other hand she teasingly let wander downward as if to explore her own smoothness. Julia snapped the shutter to catch the intake of John's breath as he watched.
