Amanda didn’t dwell on the kiss for too long. If she did, she knew that she would have to get herself off again, and she had no intention of doing so outside among the trees.
She wondered what it would feel like to press Snow up against one of the trees and take her from behind.
No, Amanda. Work thoughts, not sexy thoughts.
Of course, going back to work didn’t do much to dispel her sexy thoughts, given that the pictures she was working with were all of Snow looking so beautiful and kissable that Amanda could barely contain her fantasies.
With a sigh of surrender, she leaned back in her chair and reached a hand between her legs.
Amanda thought of Snow as she rubbed her clit. She didn’t do anything to draw it out. She was meant to be working, after all.
The pressure built quickly, and Amanda cried out Snow’s name as she came hard, squirting right through her pants and onto the chair beneath her.
Amanda felt herself blushing, even though there was no one here to see. She didn’t always squirt when she came, but when she was thinking of Snow, she just couldn’t seem to help herself.
It wasn’t always the most convenient thing, always requiring some kind of clean up.
Amanda shuffled to the bathroom grabbing a new set of pants and panties as she did so. She cleaned herself up and got changed before coming back to clean her chair and the floor around it. Not only had she squirted again, but she’d squirteda lot. Really, what had gotten into her recently?
Amanda knew the answer to that. Snow had gotten into her. Ha, she wished. Or more like she wished she’d gotten into Snow. Amanda imagined pressing her fingers into Snow’s welcoming body and forcibly shoved the thought from her mind. One new pair of pants was plenty for one day.
Once she was sure that she was happy with her greeting cards, Amanda started posting them on her website. She made a new sub-page of her website for her special range of family Christmas cards. Amanda wondered about doing personalized Christmas cards for clients. She had the snow machine and her Christmas tree farm.
It was an extremely popular idea. People loved sending photocards to family and friends at the holidays. Amanda was surprised she didn’t think of this earlier. She needed to discuss it with Snow. She would get Snow to take the photos, of course. It could be a good reason to see her.
Amanda wondered if Snow was thinking of her the same way Amanda was thinking of Snow. She hoped so. Snow had seemed to enjoy their tea together. Amanda wondered if she should ask Snow out on a date, but she didn’t feel like she could do so yet without a proper excuse to see Snow.
She would have to think of something, because not seeing Snow again was not an option.
12
Snow was midway through helping Bluebell with her homework when her phone pinged. She didn’t pay much attention to it until she saw the name on the screen. It was Amanda.
Hey, Snow. I was thinking, I would like to split the proceeds for the family photo Christmas cards with you.
Snow responded at once.
You don’t need to do that. You already paid me for the photoshoot—very generously, I may add.
Amanda had paid almost double Snow’s standard rate. Snow had thought it was a mistake, but when she had asked for Amanda’s bank details to transfer back the extra, Amanda had told her that she had deliberately left a tip. It was a huge ‘tip’, but Snow wasn’t complaining.
This, though, was too much.
I know, but these things are selling so well that it seems only fair that you get a portion of the income. After all, I may have had the idea, but without you and Bluebell, that idea never would have come to fruition.
That wasn’t strictly true. Amanda could easily have gotten another photographer, but Snow knew that the photos she had taken for Amanda were wonderful. Another photographer could have also taken beautiful images, but that didn’t necessarily mean they would be as good as the shots Snow had managed to get.
I don’t know… are you sure?
Absolutely. Use the money to buy Bluebell something nice for Christmas.
Snow grinned. She loved how fond Amanda seemed to be of Bluebell.
I will do that, then. Thank you, Amanda.
Snow hesitated. She wanted to see Amanda again, and this was the perfect opportunity. She wasn’t usually this forward, but she really wanted to see Amanda again.
Would you like to meet up sometime? To celebrate the success of the cards?