“Whose turn to do dishes?” she asked to change the subject.
“Why not do them together?”
“Okay,” she replied as she stood and grabbed the dishes from the table.
The next half hour passed quickly as we stood next to each other.
“Now, what to do about this?” she asked quizzically as she looked down at the now dried streams of cum. “Cum is supposed to be a great moisturizer but I think it was supposed to be spread across my tits instead of just being left like this.”
“I think I can take care of that,” I replied as I rinsed the washcloth in fresh water and gently washed off the remnants of my cum.
“That’s cold,” she chuckled.
“Well, I can think of a couple of ways to warm them up,” I said in a joking tone.
“Such as?”
My hands instantly settled on her tits, cupping and massaging them.
“Ohhhhhhhhh, that is getting them warm … and getting my pussy hot. So unless you’re up to another round of sex I think you better stop for now.”
I felt my cock lurch and instantly dwindle as I realized the stress of the day, along with the fantastic blowjob — tit fuck combo, had drained me. “I guess you’re right,” I replied as I reluctantly removed my hands. “Any other ideas on what you’d like to do before we go to bed?”
“What if we just sit on the porch and relax. Otherwise, we can talk about what the future might be for us.”
“You mean that?”
“Absolutely,” she replied as she threw her arms around my neck and pulled me against her.
Our lips met, not in a passion-filled kiss nor in a ‘friendly’ kiss, but in a kiss that only two lovers can truly share. Afterwards, we went to the bedroom and changed into matching robes that we’d picked up while she’d lived here. Then, after stopping in the kitchen for a hot cup of tea, we sat on the porch watching the night sky.
“So what’s this project you were talking about?” I asked, breaking the midnight silence.
“Well, it seems there’s some ‘fine print’ in the contract I signed saying that if there’s enough interest I have to provide a set of nude photographs that my viewers can buy after I’m gone.”
“What if there isn’t enough interest?”
“That’s kind of a moot question since I get fan mail every week asking for pictures.”
“Ahh. So when do they have to be done?”
“The sooner the better.”
“Are there any special kinds of pictures required?”
“Not really. They just have to show me doing a complete striptease. Kinda like I did for you on the website.”
“Including the last half of the show?” I asked, hoping the answer would be ‘No’.
“I’m not sure. They didn’t say but … ummmmmm … I wouldn’t mind a couple like that for a personal collection for just you and me.” She blushed.
I sat silently as I thought about what she’d said. “In that case, I guess we should take care of this project tomorrow which means it’s time for us to head to bed and get some sleep.”
“Only sleep?” she asked, a hopeful tone in her voice.
“Fraid so. Our little fun fest kinda took the energy outta me. Besides, I’m sure we’ll both need all the energy we can get for tomorrow,” I whispered, suggestively.
Within moments, we were in bed together. Our robes tossed over the end of the bed, our naked flesh pressing against each other as we spooned.
“You have no idea how much I’ve missed this,” she whispered.
“Probably as much as I have,” I replied as I tightened my grip on her.
“Don’t let me go.”
“Never,” I answered as we drifted off into the best night’s sleep I’d had in months.
The following morning started before the sun came up. A quick breakfast of bacon, eggs, toast, and tea followed by several hours of work with the horses and other ranch chores. Finally, at around 10 o’clock we were finished and ready to move on to her project.
“So, where do you wanna do this?”
“Umm, I don’t know. The living room or kitchen might give us the most options as far as poses but I’m not sure about the lighting.”
“Hmmmm, what about the side porch? No one can see you from the road, the sun is shining directly down on it, and we can move the furniture around for various poses if you want.”
“That sounds perfect. What about clothes?”
“Why not put on the outfit you were wearing last night? Provocative but not to the point of being sleazy.”
“You mean the flannel shirt, shorts, and heels?”
“Yep.”
“What about the bra and panties?
“I’ll leave that up to you.”
“Okay,” she said, a sexy glimmer in her eyes. “First, let me take a shower and then we can get started.”
“You want any help scrubbing your back,” I teased.
She stopped dead in her tracks and glanced over her shoulder. “Only if you have to put this project off for another day.” She laughed long and hard as she entered the cabin.
I set up a lounge chair and a table in the sunlight while she was gone and was relaxing against a porch pole when she came out.
Her hair hung free, partially over her shoulder and partially down her back. She had put on eye-liner and strawberry-red lipstick to add to her natural beauty. The flannel top was tied under her breasts again but this time it was tied so tight it looked like it was about to burst. Her stomach and waist were nude and her jeans looked like they were a size too small riding up between the crease of her ass. And her long legs were highlighted by a pair of black, open-toed, high-heels.
“You look absolutely gorgeous,” I sighed.
“I hope so. I only wanna do this once … unless it’s for our private collection,” she said, softly. “Now, where do you wanna start?”