I thought about asking him why I’d had to leave in the first place, but whatever it was I was sure it wasn’t anything he wanted to talk about right now, so I left it alone.
“Your photos are incredible,” he told me. “Do you want to see them?”
Honestly, part of me did and another part of me didn’t. I was one of those people who hated hearing their voice played back on a voice mail or a video, and wasn’t sure how I’d react to actually seeing my naked body, especially when I was going to be comparing myself to every modeling photo I’d ever seen of Janice and her beautiful friends.
“I—”
“Come,” he told me.
Oh, I will!
He took my hand, and my body ached for him, wishing it was somewhere other than my hand, but I followed him to his computer and what I saw took my breath away.
It was me, but a me I had never seen before. My messy mane of curls was no longer a mess; it was a beautiful draping of twists and turns spilling down over my face. And my face! Never in my life had I seen that expression on my face. Despite how I felt when the photo had been taken, it wasn’t an expression of lust, it was something more than that—something deeper, powerful, feminine.
Even my body looked good, so good I didn’t quite believe it. Were my boobs really that big? I’d never sent nudes to anybody, or even taken any, so I didn’t really have any reference points for what I was seeing, but it just didn’t seem possible to me.
“You photoshopped these?” I asked.
“Not one bit,” he replied. “These are RAW, straight out of the camera.”
“I—I don’t even know what to say. I can’t believe it. You’re so talented, Shane.”
“These had nothing to do with me, princess. These are all you. And now, if you don’t mind, I’m going to take a few more.”
Really!? I thought. More teasing!?
I wanted to cry out to him to take me right then and there, but I was also so completely blown away by what I was seeing, that I was willing to go on the ride with him.
…Until we had another, different ride.
“Okay,” I replied. “What did you have in mind?”
Chapter Seven
Shane
“Will you do it for me?” Jane asked, stepping close to me.
Of course I fucking will! She’d changed into a black jersey dress that couldn’t have cost more than ten dollars, but on her it looked like a million bucks. My dick was pulsing in my pants as I took hold of it, pinching a bit of fabric at her sides, then slowly pulled it up, revealing her beautiful body to me.
First her thighs, firm and succulent, inviting me to what came next—her beautiful little slit. She was dripping with wetness like before, but now she was absolutely glistening with desire. As hard as it was, I tried to focus. Next was her flat stomach, and then the fabric bunched beneath her healthy breasts. She smiled nervously as I pulled harder, lifting her breasts so the dress could pass up and over her shoulders. I threw it aside and stared at her body.
She was built for fucking. All I could think about was how incredible it would feel when I slid all of my nine inches into that tight little virgin cunt and claimed her as mine. I’d already captured her beauty with my camera, there was only one thing left to do…
…after this that is.
“You see, the oil enhances the natural curves,” I explained as I squirted oil into the palm of my hand and worked it around. “It reflects the light and makes your body gleam. If you thought you looked good before, you won’t believe how you look with this on you.”
Her body was quivering ever so slightly, causing her tits to bounce and my cock to flex. I wanted to be inside her, but this teasing fantasy was driving us both fucking wild, and I knew that if I kept this up a little longer she’d come the second I entered her.
And that was what I wanted; her body quaking around my girth, her tight little pussy flexing and contracting on my shaft as she cried out with pleasure, my lips around hers, accepting her passionate moans as I showed her a whole new world.
I reached out with my oiled up hands and began to rub her shoulders. She couldn’t hide her moan and leaned into me as I worked down her arms and back up to her chest.
“Shane…” she whispered.
I moved down—down those glorious breasts, cupping them and covering them with the oil. Her soft skin began to shine, enhancing the lines of her sweet curves that had me hypnotized, under her spell as I moved down across her tight stomach. My hands found the little protrusions of her hip bones, and I let my thumbs move inward, teasing the top of her little mound. She was already glistening down there…