“I love it. I’ve been taking candids of people while I’m here,” I said.
“So people have no idea you are taking pictures of them?” she asked.
“Yea. I know it’s weird. I catch them when its natural. I did want to get better at shooting people who are modeling, but I’ve been too scared to approach anyone.” As I said this, images of me shooting pictures and loads of cum on Jessica flashed in my mind.
“Well, I’d love to see your work anyway.”
I let the words come out of my mouth knowing full well what it might lead to. “Sure. I have my camera here. Want to have a look now?” I felt a pit in my stomach, both from the acknowledgment that I set in motion something I couldn’t take back, but also from the anticipation of her answer.
Stacy looked at me, her green eyes large, and smiled. “Yea, show me.”
We walked back to my room. Once inside, Stacy put her blazer on the chair. Like Jessica, she had been wearing a button up and blazer, but instead of a skirt, she wore long dress pants. On her slender body it made her look stylish. I think something else that made me gravitate towards her was that I was dying to photograph her. I knew she would look so good through my lens.
She sat on my bed and I sat next to her with my laptop. Like before, I projected the images from my laptop onto the TV. My heart skipped a beat before I remembered I had closed out the pictures that Jessica had projected up earlier. I flipped her through some of my work, all the while enjoying the fact that I was sitting on a bed with her.
“These are really good. I can’t believe how intimate you can make a candid picture taken at a distance be.”
“Thanks. Hold on. I think I actually have one of you from that conference in New York.” I searched back to that time and found the photo.
“Oh!” Stacy was taken aback. In the photo she was seated at a table, wearing those sexy high waisted jeans and had a simple short sleeved shirt tucked in tightly. She was laughing to someone off camera, and her torso was slightly turned to make the shirt cling to her breasts, making them pop. The picture was light, joyous and with a hint of sexiness all at once.
“Shit. I’m sorry. I haven’t really shown anyone their own photo before. Never really get the chance. This must seem like a huge invasion of privacy or personal space or something…” I stammered, worried I ruined the whole night.
“No. That’s not it at all. The picture is great. I’m thankful you took it. I’ve just never seen myself like this.”
“You like it?”
“I love it. You’re really good.” Stacy looked excited and was looking right into my eyes. I wanted to lean in, to make something happen. But she popped off the bed.
“Where can we set up?” she asked, looking around the room.
“Huh?” I was thoroughly confused.
“Set up for a photoshoot. You have your camera and you’re too scared to ask anyone, so let’s just go for it.
How could I say no. She was so eager, and I was definitely feeling eager in a multitude of ways.
“Umm, sure. I mean we could just take the comforter off the bed and use that as a platform.”
Stacy shot me a mock scandalized look, but got busy taking the comforter off. “So how do want me to stand.”
“Just stand up on the bed and try and act natural.”
Stacy got on the bed and stood awkwardly for the first few shots. Even not knowing what to do and with shitty hotel room lights, she was incredibly stunning.
“Let me fix some lights.” I adjusted the stand up lamps so her face was lit more. “Now just, I dunno, give me some laughs.” She lit up the room with her smiles, and I kept shooting.
“I think I’m going to need some more booze if you want me loose.”
I broke out the little drinks from the minibar and handed her one. “Uh. I’m not drinking alone. You too,” she chided. We both gulped down mini-bottles of whiskey.
Stacy started to mime models she must have seen on TV. She moved her back to me, and gave me an over the shoulder look. She jumped on the bed a few times. She held her hands to her hips. I clicked away and she laughed.
“Ok, let’s get serious. How about this?” she said, as she started to unbutton her shirt.
“That’s good,” I encouraged. Not wanting to be too eager, I added, “why don’t you go slow on each button, so I can get a good one.”
Stacy slowly undid each of her buttons and untucked her shirt. She let it hang there, and behind my camera I could see her silky white skin and a lacy black bra. She moved her body slowly, occasionally moving her shirt aside to reveal more skin.
“Really sexy, keep going,” is all I could muster. If she were paying attention, she’d see the beginnings of my cock straining against my pants.
Stacy pulled her shirt off and tossed it to the side. Her alabaster skin on her torso, like her cheeks, were flecked with freckles. With just long pants on and only a bra, her body looked all the more elegant and sexy. I wanted to trace my finger tips over her body and hold her.
She stopped posing and looked at me. “Hey, I know how this works. It makes the model more comfortable if everyone in the room is just as naked as they are.”
It was obvious what she was doing, but it worked. I put my camera down, and looking at her, pulled my shirt over my head. Stacy looked approvingly at my body. I kept in shape, so I felt confident standing there. I picked up my camera again and asked “should we keep going?”
Stacy made a few more poses, and with a little more liquid courage, started to unbutton her pants. Gone was the subtly, and she let her pants drop to the bed and kicked it to the floor. I kept taking pictures but it was getting harder to focus. She was so sexy and exactly how I had pictured so many nights in my mind. Her pale skin was glowing against her red hair. Her ass a decent bubble against her slender frame. Although not tall, her slender body made her legs and arms seem long and graceful. Her breasts were small mounds in the lacy bra and fit her perfectly.
“Hey! No fair. You’re supposed to take those pants off,” Stacy reminded me. I obliged, revealing an extremely hard dick straining to get out of its constraints. Stacy’s eyes widened.
I picked up my camera to keep shooting and not wanting to end our game. Stacy moved a little to model, but then laughed.
“Rob, are you going to drop the camera and come fuck me or what?”
I needed no further invitation. I placed the camera on the bedside table and joined Stacy on the bed. We connected with a kiss and I felt so much built anticipation pass between us. I kissed her deeply, and she snaked her tongue around mine. We groped at each other for a while, and I finally laid down and pulled her on top of me. We kissed as she ground her panty clad pussy onto my hard cock. The silkiness of her panties rubbing me felt like heaven. She moaned with pleasure and pressed down hard on my dick.
I reached around and unhooked her bra. Stacy stood back to throw it to one side, giving me a glorious view of her tits. Perfect small mounds, with tiny hard nipples. I lifted myself up to devour each of them, giving soft nibbles occasionally.
I place my hands on her amble ass and turned her over so she was on the bed. I kissed her body down, and lifted her ass with my hands to remove her panties. I moved my head down to her completely bald slit and began to explore her with my tongue. Stacy lifted herself up in pleasure as my tongue entered her then moved up to her clit. Her slender legs were draped over my shoulders and would press in on me as she moaned and writhed in ecstasy.