Chapter 2 - Pretty as a Picture
(C) Bad Hobbit
It's taken me quite a while to get round to taking Brenda to the next level. Hope you enjoy it as much as she does!
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"Now just let me do the talking, and watch what happens. You don't need to do anything if you don't want to, but let me know if you change your mind. I know what you're like when the juices start to flow."
I gave Annette a playful slap on the arm. She had talked me into going with her on a glamour shoot, basically to observe and to give me an idea of what it was like. I'd been doing the Sally Spring round for several weeks, and although Annette was sometimes with me, I was increasingly doing it solo. The money was useful -- maybe three sessions a week, giving me around £600 in total so far -- but I'd never get rich. Annette had told me that the starting rate for a photo shoot would be around £200 a session, and that would be just showing her breasts. She hinted that if she showed more, or even had sex with the photographer or another model on camera, she could make £500, even up to £1,000 for a single session. It sounded fascinating -- and rather scary.
Annette had told me that the photographer -- a guy who called himself Brad, probably because he fancied he looked a bit like Mr Pitt -- was actually fun to work with, not at all pushy and actually very good looking. She had worked with him before, and had shown me the results of one of his photo-shoots earlier in the week; black lingerie, open legs, toying with a dildo rather suggestively. She told me that after the shoot she had actually had sex with Brad, and that he was very good. That made me a bit jealous. I felt that Annette was
my
lover. I didn't want to share her with anyone, male or female, which was really a bit selfish as I still had regular sex with Derek. In fact, since the parties started, I'd found that I wanted sex a lot more, and both Derek and Annette were getting the benefit. And of course, me.
I really don't know what Derek thought was going on. Annette spent quite a lot of time at the house on the days that neither of us were working. Usually soon after Derek had left for work, she and I would get into bed and spend an hour or so making love. Sometimes it was slow, romantic and very sensuous. Sometimes it was hot, horny and dirty. But it was always fun. One morning Derek came back unexpectedly and nearly caught us at it. I had to bustle Annette into the shower and pretend to be looking for clothes in my wardrobe, and fortunately he didn't seem suspicious, though he did try to sneak a peek of Annette while she was showering, before I shoved him on his way. I also noticed that he took more trouble with his appearance these days, and the way he looked at Annette annoyed me a bit. I don't know why it should have done. After all, it was me, not him, who regularly got between her thighs.
So here we were, in Brad's studio. Annette was going to do a photo-shoot, and I was going to watch. The studio was set up so that a corner looked like a bedroom, with mirror-door wardrobes, fluffy rugs, a big bed -- everything you needed to make it look like the woman was in her own home. There were lights, cameras, reflectors and the usual photographic stuff, as well as a computer with a big screen set up for photo editing in the opposite corner. And in easy reach, a box full of dildos, vibrators, tubes of lubricant, blindfolds, handcuffs and other stuff I didn't want to look at too closely. I was a bit concerned at what I was walking into, I must say, though I reassured myself with the knowledge that Annette had done this before, so it couldn't be too scary.
And I needn't have worried. Brad turned out to be very pleasant and fiendishly attractive -- big blue eyes, white even smile, high cheekbones, nice, strong jaw, blonde floppy hair and a distinctly fit body. Annette had explained to Brad that I was curious about glamour work. He looked me up and down, and I thought 'Oh no, he's going to make some remark and I'm going to feel two inches tall and wish I'd never come'.
What he actually said was "I hope after you've seen me work with Annette that you decide to pose, Brenda. I've been asked to provide some pictures for a special MILF feature next month, and you could be the star of that if you wanted. It would be worth around three hundred -- more if you'd be a bit more adventurous."
Three hundred quid? I was tempted, but terrified. "What does 'MILF' mean?" I asked, wondering if it meant I had to do something strange with animals.
"It stands for 'Mother I'd Like to Fuck'. It means sexy older ladies -- like you -- that lots of guys go for. I've got one or two other models lined up, but you're definitely the prettiest I've seen. I could put you in the centre spread."
The words of that old song came back to me, a bit distorted. "My blood runs cold -- my granny is a centrefold!" But three hundred quid! I have to confess, I was very tempted.
"I -- I'll think about it for a bit. Can I just watch what you do with Annette before I decide?"
"Sure." He threw me a very winning smile, and then sat me down on a sofa facing the bed.
Annette had come dressed in a nice, cream-coloured wrapover dress, which set off her lovely olive complexion. Brad starting taking pictures, and Annette started taking her clothes off. She slid the dress slowly back and down her arms. Underneath, she had a white lacy bra and tiny thong panties, with matching suspender belt and white stockings. Brad just moved around, clicking away as she removed the dress, posed in the underwear, then slid onto the bed and started to reveal more. First, a bra-cup pulled down; then the thong panties pulled to one side, then bunched and pulled into her slit, exposing tantalising glimpses of pussy lips.
I watched as Annette removed her bra and panties, and Brad took her through a range of poses; kneeling on the bed with her bum in the air , legs parted; on her back, legs spread, opening her pussy lips with her fingers; knees up to her boobs, displaying her slit. It was all a bit blatant, even gynaecological, but I could see Annette was wet -- and so was I. Brad kept moving around, taking pictures from all angles, and I could see from the bulge in his chinos that he was also turned on by it all. I'd have thought that he'd seen it all before, and sticking his camera lens into a girl's slit was all part of a day's work for him. But of course I felt that Annette was a bit special, and maybe Brad agreed.
After quite a few pictures, including some real close-ups, he handed Annette a cock-shaped vibrator and asked her to play with it. She licked it, rubbed it over her nipples and up and down her thighs, then slowly homed in on her pussy. She clearly enjoyed the feeling of the buzzing toy on her clit, but Brad was angling for more.
"Slide it inside you", he said softly. I was also eagerly anticipating watching her use the toy in that way. I was reminded of Hazel's request at my first Sally Spring party, eager to see me use the 'rabbit' in that most blatantly sexual way. "Go on girl, fuck yourself with it!" Her words had goaded me to masturbate in front of a roomful of strangers, and now I watched as my lover slowly slipped the buzzing plastic penis into her wet vagina. I had performed this particular act on Annette more than once, had her return the favour and enjoyed sessions when we had watched each other masturbate in this way. (We once had a race to see which of us could come first -- Annette won.) In this context it looked so horny I had to resist putting my own hand under my skirt.
Within a couple of minutes, Annette was writhing on the bed, now thrusting the plastic toy deep inside herself, now running it along her inner lips, finally pressing it to her clit and moaning out a strong orgasm. Brad was eagerly capturing every moment with his camera, and he was clearly very aroused.
