She stood up and face the camera, and spread her legs, which, given the boots, wasn’t an easy task. She got them pretty far apart, which meant she was enjoying the tease. With her legs spread, he could see how swollen her pussy had gotten and how excited she was just by the hazy look in her eyes.
Damn, two more shots to go and we’re through.
THIRD POSE: Juan asked her to lie back on the bed, knowing full well he wanted to join her. He then asked her to spread her legs with her knees bent. With her pussy fully open, Lydia felt a gush of wind enter and held back a moan. Her nipples were rock hard and she was ready for a good fuck. Then he walked to her and she hoped he’d at least noticed her. Opening up a satchel, he laid rose petals at various parts of her body, except her pussy, and he placed a soft scarf over her eyes. She listed as he brought the camera closer, she knew he was preparing for a close-up.
She looked like a caramel-colored honeysuckle, waiting for him to suck her juices. As her open pussy lay there, he saw the glossiness of it and felt the hardness of his dick. He could also see her hole, which made him want to taste, or at least put his finger in it.
Would tasting it be such a crime? he thought. Dammit, Simon!
The more the camera clicked, the more her body quivered. Then he asked her to lick her fingers. “Lick them like you want to be licked.” [CLICK] “Good. Let me see more of your big lips.” [CLICK] “That’s what I like to see.”
Lydia was in heaven. Whatever she was doing turned her on so much that she didn’t want to stop. For the first time, she felt absolutely wicked, and didn’t care.
FOURTH POSE: This was the final shot, which suited Juan fine. He excused himself to get some more equipment and to give Lydia a chance to ease the dripping going on between her legs. When he returned, he had a medium-sized beach ball with him. After a few shots of her holding it over her head, he asked her to get back on the bed. Placing the ball at the head of the bed, he asked her to get on top of it. Once she did, she felt weird until Juan told her how sexy she looked.
Somehow, the image of her with that ball between her legs sent him into a tailspin. Then he had her turn around and lie on the ball, with her breasts hanging slightly over it. The lower her shoulders were, the higher her ass rode in the air, a sight that almost made him nut on himself. Before he realized what had happened, h
e ran out of his allotted amount of film, which meant their session was over.
On the way home, Lydia knew she had cum on her pussy. Just thinking about her session made it flow even more. She had started to cum and wanted to cum again.
Thinking again of how he had talked to her, how he had looked at her, made her wish that he had touched her. Imagining him inside her, she slid her hand inside her skirt and fingered herself into oblivion, trying not to get into any accidents on the way home.
Back at the studio, Juan scratched his head. He couldn’t remember the last time a woman had made him that hard. He looked at one of the developing pictures in the darkroom and traced the lines of her silhouette. Not that it was right, but he would definitely keep a set of pictures for himself. He called Simon to report that he had behaved himself.
Walking through Smokescreen, Lydia went upstairs to find Simon and Pilar to let them know she was okay. Not seeing anyone, she walked into her bedroom and heard nothing but screams.
“What in the hell are you two doing!” she yelled.
“Nothing. It’s not what you think, Ms. Supermodel,” Pilar replied.
“You’re naked, in my damn bed!”
Pilar and Simon let out a giggle. Lydia had caught them knocking boots. Simon escaped downstairs.
“You couldn’t find anywhere else to fuck, Pilar?” she asked.
“I’m sorry, kiddo. You know Simon and I are always fussing. We got into one of our arguments, over you, coincidentally, and then next thing you know, we’re fucking. You cool with this?”
“Hey, that’s between you and Simon.”
“How did your session go?”
Lydia spilled the beans as the two friends laughed at all the crazy things they did.
“I guess you needed a Lydia moment.”
“Yeah, that’s all it was.”
Later that evening, a freshly showered Lydia was still picking at Pilar until they both heard a knock on the upstairs door. They weren’t expecting anyone. Pilar opened the door to see Juan. He said that Simon said he could come over. Lydia had transformed into the conservative woman that had walked into his studio, wearing jeans and a white sweater.
“This is a surprise, Juan,” she said, but was referring to the heavy satchel on his shoulder.
“Oh, I’m going to do a last-minute job for a friend, but I got the first set of pictures and I wanted to see how you liked them.”
“I’m not in the mood to see myself in freak mode.”
“Too bad, because they’re the best I’ve taken in a long time.”