I first met her when she sent me feedback on a story I had written and had published on a popular erotic web site.
"I got so hot and wet thinking about having you tell me to take off my panties and spread my pussy lips for you to take pictures. Your story got me so wet and horny; I had to finger my sweet, tight pussy while I imagined you closely watching.
Thanks for a great cum.
Kisses, Nikki"
Naturally, every writer likes to hear comments like this from his or her readers, but this comment also included her email address. I dropped her a line thanking her for her comments on my story and sent it on its way. I had forgotten that I have a link to my web site; a site that features my erotic photography, at the bottom of all my emails.
Time passed and I had forgotten all about Nikki and her comments, until one day, out of the blue, I received another email from her. It seems that she had been thinking about my abilities with a camera and wanted to know if I would be available to shoot some photos of her when she traveled to a city, not too far from where I live, on business.
I wrote back that I thought we could come up with a plan and asked if she had anything specific in mind for her photographs. She replied that she was confidant in my abilities as a photographer and she would leave all those decisions to me. She would call me before she left her home and then again after her business was concluded. We would then make our plans definite for her shoot.
I was at home and staring blankly at my monitor, wondering how I was going to get the main character of my latest story, to do what I wanted him to do, when the phone rang. I answered and heard a delightful southern drawl on the other end.
"Hi, this is Nikki."
"Nikki, it's so good to finally be able to put a voice to your emails." I said. "Are you already in Virginia?"
"No, Darlin', I'm still in Texas. I just wanted to call and talk to you, if you have the time."
"Sure, I have time, what's on your mind?" I asked.
"Well, Darlin', for starters, you never asked me what I looked like." She said, "Aren't you the least bit curious?"
"Yeah, well, sure I am, but I don't like to bring that up in an email. It gives me that dirty old man image." I laughed nervously.
"Hell, Darlin', I was hoping that you were!" She laughed and then continued, "The thought of you taking my picture is very arousing. And having you tell me exactly how you want me to pose would be extremely hot and very erotic too. I'll just have to put myself totally in your capable hands."
"Nikki," I said quietly, "I don't know for sure, but it sure sounds to me like you're getting hot and bothered talking about this right now. Are you?"
"I might be, just a little." She whispered, "I hope it doesn't offend you"
"Not in the least." I said, "In fact, I find it rather exciting."
"Do you?" She asked. "Why don't you tell me a little about yourself?"
"I don't have very much to tell you." I said, "I'm a photographer first and foremost, but I dabble in graphic design and Photoshop. I'm a veteran of the war in Viet Nam and don't belong to any organization that might be connected to it. I'm married and have been for the last thirty-five years, all to the same woman.
I'm six foot three inches tall and weigh two hundred and thirty five pounds. I have blue eyes and long blondish gray hair and a full, neatly trimmed beard. I smoke and have been known to take a drink now and again. I don't gamble or use impolite words in front of women or children and I have never in my life, mistreated an animal."
"Well, that covered a lot, thank you; I have a mental picture of what you look like." She said.
"Now it's you turn," I told her, "Tell me about you."
"I'll have to get to know you better before I tell you too many personal things about myself. I will tell you though, I'm five foot nine and a half inches tall and weigh one hundred and forty five pounds soaking wet. I have a very athletic but curvy body; some might call it an hourglass figure like Cybil Shepherd has. I work out and take very good care of myself. I'm a natural blond with blue gray eyes and an infectious smile. My nails and toes are always manicured and painted. I'm a natural 36DD with lovely responsive, rosy nipples and my legs are long and shapely from many years of ballet.
"Damn, you sound like my kind of woman." I told her.
"I assure you that I am," she said, "And as soon as I know you a little better, you'll see for yourself."
"Damn, woman, I can't wait."
"Well, Darlin', you'll just have too."
We chatted for a while longer and she informed me that if everything went according to schedule, she would be in my area by the next week end and was looking forward to seeing my studio and posing for the erotic photos. I told her that I had planned something even better than a studio photo shoot; we were going to do the shoot out in the woods; just her and me and with Mother Nature as a backdrop.
The week passed slowly as a week will do when you're looking forward to something, but finally, the long awaited day arrived. The phone rang at noon and I heard her sweet voice tell me that her work was finished and that she was leaving soon. I told her where I would meet her along the way and what I would be wearing, and then we said our good-bys and hung up.
Two hours later, I was sitting on the tailgate of my truck at one of the scenic pullovers along the parkway, constantly checking my watch and all the vehicles that entered as I waited for her to arrive.
A mini van pulled in and parked next to me, effectively blocking my view of the incoming traffic. Three kids of descending ages and their parents emerged and walked to the overlook to admire the view. It was such a family thing that I thought I'd better take a picture of it while I had the chance. I had taken several candid shots, when a voice that I immediately recognized, spoke to me.
"I swear, Darlin', you look much more handsome that what I had imagined."
I turned and saw a tall blond woman smiling at me. She was dressed in business clothes, her jacket open. A silk, almost transparent blouse, tucked in at the waist; two buttons undone, drawing attention to the cleavage of her large breasts. A tight skirt that stopped about mid thigh, showing off her long shapely legs enclosed in sheer pantyhose, and open toed shoes that showcased her painted toenails.
She was everything she had told me and more. I smiled back and offered my hand to her. She stepped towards me and put her arms around my neck, kissing me quickly on the lips.
"I feel as if I already know you, George, and thought a kiss would be more appropriate, and perhaps, appreciated."
"Yes, it was, Nikki, I was just a little taken aback is all." I said
