My name is David – I’m 6’0” 170 pounds with dark brown hair and blue green eyes with gold specks (yes in my eyes). I am a photographer, and have been in business for a couple of years – mainly weddings, parties and that sort of thing. I rented out some space so I could take some pictures with a background, lights and controlled lighting with hopes that I could take some really nice shots. The idea was to hire a model for the day and to take different types of shots to show off my capabilities, and that these pictures would lure some more customers my way, make some money and let me open my own place.
So anyway…. I had hired a model for the occasion(She was supposed to be 26 years old about 5’7” and her name was “Darcy”, at least that’s what the agency told me.), and was in the studio getting all set up - turning lights on, getting props out, and then turned to put some nice relaxing music on the stereo. Just then I heard a very clear very feminine voice from directly behind me saying
“So you’re David the photographer huh? Hi there! I’m Darcy – the model you’ll be shooting today?”
I started to talk before I turned around and stumbled over my words as I did.
“Yep, thaaaaaaat’s meeeep” I ended up saying instead of “that’s me”. She was about 5’7” pretty, curvy with brown hair, hazel eyes, and was wearing the most eye-catching outrageous outfit that I had seen in a long time. All I could do was just stand there and blatantly stare: I tried not to give in to the impulse to rake her body over with my eyes, but just couldn’t. I ended up looking her over from top to bottom, checking out every square inch.
The shirt was simply a men’s dress shirt (a cotton long-sleeved white dress shirt that you might wear to work), a short tight blue jean skirt that went down to her thighs and flared out at the bottom, a set of black shiny heels (no hose), hair loose and flying, and a necklace. Ok so that’s not so outrageous – but what she did to it was! The shirt was tied around her middle - open all the way down, and tied to show off her navel and tits. You could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra (no straps!) because you could see her nipples showing through and her areolas as well – and it was so tight you could almost see the seams pop when she breathed. Her nipples got hard as I watched – talk about arousing! The skirt was a light blue faded job with tatters (homemade fringe?) around the bottom, and was slit up the side high enough that I could see that she wasn’t wearing panties. The shoes were black patent leather, but didn’t have enough material on them to make a bikini and had 4- inch heels on them. The hair was shoulder-length, just washed, smelled like flowers, and just wind-blown dry. The necklace was a choker with a drop to it: a black beaded choker with a single dangling diamond that was cradled between those gorgeous tits.
“Hello----earth calling David?”
I finally realized she was calling my name and tapping her foot impatiently.
“Ohhh, I’m sorry ….” I fumbled, “Darcy was it?”
“So did you enjoy it?
“I’m sorry? Enjoy what?” I said red-faced
“ Why your little journey up and down my body of course-what else?” she said with a grin.
“Ohhh that, well umm…..”
