He was twenty minutes late. Keith was never 5 minutes late, let alone twenty. Nicky twitched the curtains in the bay window but she couldn't make anything out of the ordinary on this bright summer morning. She'd done 5 shoots with him already... the only shoots she'd ever done outside personal pics for partners and playmates.
Butterflys batted around her tummy the same way they always did when a business contact was late. The reason for her doing shoots for her were a mixture... the money was welcome (although she certainly didn't need it) and she liked the idea of all those people looking at er... nude... spreadeagled... pleasuring herself.
She'd lost count the amount of times she'd started daydreaming about the amount of orgasms she might have instigated. She smiled to herself.
And then movement at the gate... but not what she was expecting... not Keith. Someone taller, darker, younger. Keith looked like a slim version of Father Christmas. He was similarly genial.
That's one of the reasons she'd asked if he could do the other shoots... she didn't like the idea of a dribbling old geezer trying to paw her in her own home. But he'd been such sweetheart... she actually suspected he was gay. He'd always talk about his beloved rockery all the while she was on all fours for him or spreading her legs.
The doorbell rang. Bloody hell, she thought, whoever this was she needed to get rid of him quick before Keith turned up with his tripods and silver umbrellas or whatever they were. Her feet raced down the stairs and at the back of her mind she rehearsed an excuse about having to pick up some turf from the garden centre (Hey! It was short notice for excuses).
The doorbell rang again just as her hand palm made it to the handle. The door swung back and there stood someone with what looked suspiciously like a bag of camera equipment. A short awkward silence reigned while visitor and visitee took each other in.
He broke the silence: "Er, Hi. I'm Joe... Keith can't make it... sciatica's playing up again, he said something about too much gardening...?"
She was little like a rabbit in headlights for a second or two. The implications played out in her head... "... well... do i need to reschedule?"
"No time I'm afraid, they've already signed me on as replacement and they want another shoot up by teatime... is... that OK? Is it an issue?" Nicky had reached the point where she had to make a decision... she knew she was well within her rights to call it off.
But something naughty inside her had seen the potential for something here... for some fun. He wasn't bad looking... tall... deep brown hair, nice build and bluey green eyes. She liked bluey green eyes.
"No, no that's fine. I just need to get changed and put some make-up on, love. Go get the rest of your stuff and I'll see you in a sec". Joe nodded, looking relieved he hadn't scared her off.
Nicky turned and skipped up the stairs just a little light headed... she liked it when life turned out these little intriguing quirks. She quickly exited her everyday clothes and replaced them with an ensemble of black stockings, black high heels, black lace boy shorts and a leather bustier. In her full length mirror she surveyed the overall effect... not too fucking shabby if she did say so herself.
She thought about the stranger downstairs and what she had planned... and her right hand moved to the gusset of her knickers and gently stroked herself with her fingertips. A shiver of excitement passed up her spine as the muscles in her thighs began to tighten with pleasure. That unmistakable sensation of the blood rushing to the base of her pelvis. She emitted a small purr of pleasure... better get my warpaint on, she thought.
That accomplished, she tiptoed downstairs, the tingle still warm between her legs and her cheeks still flushed with the thought of how this would feel. She smiled warmly at him and surveyed the amassed photographic gubbins.
"You have everything you need? A drink of anything? Keith sometimes has a whisky... " Distractedly, while fiddling with some light meter he accepted the offer with a a shy nod... very interesting Nicky thinks... he's shy... maybe you could go so far to say embarrassed. "Is this your first time doing this work?"
"Yes... bit of a career change... only done weddings and christenings so far... but, i need the work."
"Don't worry," she said with mischievous smile, "I'll show you the ropes."
