” oh my goodness, what a pervert” Mia almost spat out her bagel as Bella recounted her tryst with the stranger at Helen and Troy’s party.
Bella quickly corrected her, “he wasn’t a pervert!” She protested
” well he sounds like one!” Mia added. Bella throw her head back in mock exasperation, she is a funny one, she thought looking at Mia wolf down her bagel, for one how could someone be so thin and toned yet eat like a pig, Mia looked a million dollars today in a yellow billowy blouse and dark blue tight pencil skirt accompanied with black stockings and killer pumps.
“And what will you do if you meet him again?” Asked Mia almost absently as she continued to wrestle with a mouth full of Bagel.
Bella laughed at her friend ” I will obviously let him ravish me completely.” she was only half joking, since last Friday she had not been able to get that stare, that smile out of her system, it was a Timely distraction from the troubles she was having with James although she was’t too sure James realised they were in dangerous malaise. He must she reckoned know on a subconscious level or why would he be so enthralled with Helen.
It was as if Mia read her thoughts “so you still think James wants to shag Helen?” she had a simple way with words, Bella relayed the events of the party obviously through her own prism, explains how James wants them to spend more time with Helen and James. Mia washing down the bagel with some Diet Coke asked if Bella was going to go to Helen’s photography club.
Bella who was herself absently minded lay pushing her Greek salad around her plate heard Mia tell her that that this would be a perfect opportunity to find out more about Helen ” I don’t know” replied Bella ” Steph told me I should go as well” Mia took this as a green light and told. she had to go, Bella asked if Mia would attend with her but she politely declined, explains she and Mark were off to the art gallery to put the finishing decorations for the opening of the Noir exhibition on Sunday, she reminded Bella that her and James had promised to come along, Bella nodded. She dropped a text to James to say that she would be late and made her way to the Arts college where the photography group met.
Bella arrived just after 7pm, still in her works get up of white shirt, blue jeans, white Adidas trainers and her hair tried up in a ponytail, this was her usual weekday look that was of course till she could get home and get rid of the bra for comfort sake and slip into something more comfortable, in Bella’s case this was not a negligee or sexy sleep ware but usually a old sweatshirt and flannel PJ’s.
The class were having coffee and cake before the session started, a mixed class of people around twenty people of all ages (but predominantly in the 25-40 age bracket), the majority of people were casually dressed just like Bella with one exception, that exception came bounding up to her.
“Hello,” said Helen enthusiastically “so pleased you decided to come along tonight.” she greeted Bella with a bear hug, it wasn’t the greeting that most surprised Bella but rather her dress or to be more specific her robe. Helen presented before her in a white towelling robe. Bella looked her up and down ” I know, ” said Helen acknowledging Bella’s bemused stares ” I am your model tonight.” she stated as she gave a twirl, ” grab yourself a coffee and a custard cream we are about to begin.” Bella poured a coffee into a polystyrene cup as she imagined Helen stood before James in her towering robe discarding it to be stood before him naked, dropping to her knees and undoing James fly to take his cock in her hand and opening her mouth “gather around everyone we are about to begin.” exclaimed Helen bringing Bella back to the rather plain classroom in front of her, Helen was ushering everyone into the next room where a chair had been draped with a purple material and placed in. The middle of the room, the group which was probably two thirds male were positioning themselves around the chair in a semi circle, they were bringing out their cameras, Bella noticed some high end tech being produced and felt a little conscious for her Pentax which although high end when she bought it was well out of date now compared to the modern digital cameras.
The chair itself stood on a small square platform with enough room for maybe two or three others to stand, Helen climbed onto the platform and pointed out Bella as the first timer tonight, god that was all Bella wanted as she coyly yet stoically waved her hand as the others greeted her, she remembered a few from the party but in reality had only really met them briefly.
Helen slowly removed the robe, to Bella’s relief Helen was not naked but dressed in a peach lingerie set, she was, Bella cattily thought, dressed like someone who’s husband had bought what they thought was a sexy outfit for their wife, she was convinced Troy had purchased this outfit. The slinky flowery bra had matching peach boy shorts, the outfit was completed with cream coloured hold ups and peach heels. She held her arms aloft as if to say here I am, there were polite applause.
Some people began snapping before Helen even composed herself in her chair, all Bella could think of was the clash between Helen’s peach ensemble and the purple of the chair, Helen sat down, “now,” she addressed the eager photographers in front of her “please welcome my friend Lewis who has agreed to help with tonight’s shoot,Bella gasped, out from a side room strutted the elegant mysterious stranger from the party Last Friday, Although Bella had hoped and was beginning to give up hope of seeing him again his presence once more filled her belly full of butterflies and her head full of both fear and expectation. Just like last week he was impeccably dressed once again in a dark grey suit and white cotton open collared shirt, Bella laughed inwardly musing that this was all he had in his wardrobe.
He seemed to glide across the floor, my god thought Bella he’s like some kind of rugged hero in a mills and boon story. That thought made her stifle a snigger, The stranger first approached Helen, you could tell from her body language she was equally as taken with the man. He gently adjusted her position on the chair. he spent the next 20 mins or so walking around the photographer’s giving tips, adjusting their camera settings, Bella waited her turn with a mix of trepidation and excitement, the butterflies in her stomach were still there but the sense of being around this enigmatic figure once again was a heavy draw. The stranger was attending everyone in turn, while centre stage Helen was looking every bit some 80’s tacky glamour model, pushing her chest out and pouting for the eager pack of wolves snapping merrily.
Soon it was her turn, again the strangers eyes seared into her psyche, he gestured for her to pass him the camera, looking through the lens he made some very minor adjustments. As he was doing so Bella once again studied him meticulously, she noticed every line on his tanned face, she placed him as mid/ late 40’s certainly a lot older than her usual type, she noticed his watch, gold, expensive but she was intrigued by the motto on it, three feathers in a fleur-de-lis symbol, she noticed however that the left hand feather appeared broken. She glanced at the cuffs on his shirt, again gold, again the same broken feathers, and then he was gone.