by Brenda McIntyre
I wasn’t sure I was ready for a job. When I lived with Marcelo
he insisted I stay at home while he earned the money. But he left me for some
redheaded bimbo, so now I was on my own.
Signing on with the modeling agency had seemed like a good
idea. People say I’m pretty. Why not pose for a camera? But this was my first
job for the agency, and I was already having second thoughts.
This first job was a lingerie
shoot. I’d have to be more than pretty. I had to be sexy. And I wasn’t too sure
about wearing next to nothing for the camera. But the pay was good, and I did have to come up with rent.
I wanted to look professional, but
not overdressed. I decided on a black skirt, black top and a white jacket.
Nylons and sensible shoes completed the outfit.
I arrived at the studio ten minutes
early. It wouldn’t make a good impression to show up late for my very first
gig! The photographer was checking the lighting through his viewfinder. He
turned to me as I approached.
“Hi,” I said, extending my hand,
“I’m Brenda.”
“Brenda,” he said, taking my hand
in his. “Armando.” His hand was firm and strong, and his eyes were a deep,
unfathomable brown. For a moment, I thought he was going to kiss my hand. He
didn’t.
“This is Anaïs,” he said, turning.
He gestured toward the most stunning woman I had ever laid eyes on. She was a
little taller than me, with raven-black hair that fell in curls well past her
shoulders and emerald green eyes. I realized my mouth was open, so I closed it
and swallowed.
“You’ll be working with her,”
Armando went on.
Anaïs walked towards me, her hips
swaying slightly. Her movements were catlike, and her smile was disarmingly
beautiful. “Enchanté,” she said in a thick French accent. She took my hand in
hers. For another moment, I thought she
would kiss my hand. My heart fluttered, and I found myself wishing she would.
She didn’t. My face grew warm, and I realized I was flushed. I had never been
attracted to women before, and it was odd this woman excited me so.
We would be working together. My
mind raced to lingerie ads I had seen with two women, both barely dressed,
caressing each other. My face grew warmer and I was aware of a growing wetness.
I could hardly speak, but I managed a “Likewise.” I felt so awkward and stupid,
but Anaïs gave me her adoring smile. That calmed me somewhat.
Armando cleared his throat, and I
realized he’d been watching us. “Ladies, you’ll find hangars with your names on
them.” He swept his hand toward a tri-fold screen. I gulped. I had just assumed
we would get a dressing room. The screen was opaque, but it looked flimsy. I
knew I was plenty clumsy enough to knock the whole thing over.
“Coming?” Anaïs purred looking over
her shoulder at me. I followed her behind the screen, watching the muscles of
her ass as they clenched with every step.
Hanging on the screen were, indeed,
two hangars. Both outfits were lacey. One was black, one white. Figuring the
black one was meant to match Anaïs’ hair, I looked at the tag on the white
outfit. It was mine: a bra and panty set with a wide, but sheer, garter belt,
nylons, and garters. A pair of matching stiletto heels was on the floor under
the hangar.
As I undressed and put on the
skimpy outfit, I was very aware of Anaïs changing next to me. I made it a point
not to look at her. I didn’t even glance. The sight of her had already taken my
breath away, and I wasn’t sure how I would react to seeing her naked body. I
hoped I didn’t come across as haughty.
“Voila!” Anaïs said. I looked up and my knees went wobbly.
There she was, smiling her winning smile, her curly black
hair looking perfect and her emerald eyes sparkling. She wore an adorable black
lace Basque with matching panties, garters, nylons, and a pair of black
stilettos.
“You look great,” I managed
hoarsely.
“As do you, ma chérie,” she said with that cute inflection of hers. She
strutted around the folding screen and again I watched the curve of her ass.
“Ah,” Armando said, “you both look
marvelous. He gestured to the set. It was divided into two areas. Roughly two
thirds was done up as a plush bedroom. The other third was a limbo set: a blank
cream-colored wall. There were a couple of wooden chairs which could be dragged
over to the limbo set to be used as props. I was grateful that Armando had
gestured to the limbo set. I wasn’t sure I was ready to pose with Anaïs in a
bedroom. As I stood in front of the cream wall, I wondered how intimate Armando
expected us to be? (Pretend to be, I
reminded myself. Anaïs and I had just met. We were practically strangers.)
Anaïs stood next to me and we posed
while Armando’s camera clicked away. I tried one hand on my hip, the fingers of
my other hand entwined in my hair. Sometimes we stood back-to-back, but mostly
we faced the camera.
“Good, good,” Armando said
encouragingly as he snapped another photo. “Now interact with each other.”
Anaïs’ arm came around my waist. I
felt all tingly where her fingers rested on my side near my belly. I felt her
fingers in my hair, and she gently turned my face to her. Her emerald eyes
sparkled, and her visage expressed desire – a hunger. My mouth went dry as I wondered if she was going to kiss
me.
Armando kept snapping pictures, so
I put my hand on Anaïs’ waist. She purred softly and moved just a bit closer. I
was imagining her mouth pressed to mine.
“Good,” Armando said. “Give me
more.”
Anaïs broke away, and I suddenly
had the realization it was all just show for her. She brought over one of the
wooden chairs, inviting me to sit. I did. She stood behind me, her soft hands
on my shoulders. I looked up at her. She leaned forward, looking at the camera
as Armando snapped another shot. She looked down at me for the next pose.
Without warning she leaned close
and kissed me. It was quick but tender. I didn’t have time to respond. My heart
fluttered.
“Yes,” Armando said. “Remember what
lingerie is for.”
Anaïs took my hands and had me
stand again. She scooted the chair aside. Gently she turned my back to the
camera. We kissed again. I felt her tongue pressing into my mouth. Her hands
were behind me, unhooking my bra. I felt a growing wetness between my legs as
my knees went weak.
She had it off, and it fell to the
floor. Then she turned me to the camera again. She stood behind me, close, her
hands covering my bare breasts. I looked into the camera lens as Armando snapped
some more pics. I’m sure I looked appropriately aroused.
Anaïs nuzzled my neck and Armando’s
camera clicked off several more shots. I let my eyes fall shut. Having this
beautiful creature touch me so intimately was bliss.
Eventually, Anaïs turned me toward
herself again. She guided me to take off her Basque. Her breasts were
exquisite, with dark purplish nipples. I’m sure I stared. Then she pulled me to
her for another pose. Our naked breasts mashed together. I could feel the
growing wetness below, and worried that it could be seen staining my lace
panties. Anaïs turned to look at the camera, and I followed her lead.
Soon she was looking at me again
with those hungry green eyes. She stroked my hair, and I found myself grinding
on her thigh. This wasn’t a photo shoot anymore. The burning desire I had for
Anaïs was real. She kissed me, and I could feel her own growing passion in that
kiss.
She broke our kiss, looking deeply
into my eyes. She placed her hands on my hips and gently pushed me away. She
took both of my hands in hers and just gazed into my eyes for a long moment. I
was aware of the camera clicking away, and wondered if the photos were
publishable, since both of our naked breasts were exposed.
Still holding my hands, she guided
me over to the bed. I sat on the edge of the bed, looking up at her. To my
surprise, she did not sit next to me, but knelt in front of me. She wasn’t
really going to....?
She kept looking up at me with
those exquisite eyes. He palm brushed across the inside of my thigh, near my
knee. I let out a breath I hadn’t known I was holding. Carefully she unhooked
the garter. Somewhere far away the shutter of a camera clicked.
She leaned in, peeled down my
nylon, and kissed my thigh where she had rubbed it. I moaned and tossed my head
back. Slowly she worked her way along my thigh, with kisses, licks, pecks and
flutters. My pussy was so wet!
By the time she was halfway up my
thigh, I was moaning. I bent my head forward to look at her. I stroked her
glorious curly hair as she continued to excite me. She kissed right next to the
lace panties and I cooed, moving my hips in a small circle.
“Oh, Anaïs!” I gasped. “You don’t
have to....”
She looked up into my eyes again.
“I want to, chérie,” she purred. Then
she gave a long lick to my panties with the flat of her tongue.
I moaned and pulled her head to me,
grinding over her firm tongue.
“Tres excité!” she murmured.
My eyes were closed again, but I
could feel her tender fingers pulling the panties aside. She placed a wet kiss
on the outer lips of my pussy and I squealed. She spread the folds of my flesh
with her fingertips and ran the tip of her tongue over my inner lips. I raised my leg, instinctively bringing her closer with the stiletto heel..
I groaned as she rubbed my clit
with her thumb. She ran her tongue up and down my slit. She took my hips in her
hands and pressed her tongue inside.
I cried out, bucking and fucking her tongue. Just as I was
about to lose control completely, she pulled her mouth away.
“Ah, ma chérie,” she cooed. “Orgasme
pour moi.”
I was gasping, unable to form
words. She took one of my labia between her lips and sucked it tenderly. Then
her tongue slipped back inside me.
I moaned over and over, bucking and
grinding. Anaïs purred and cooed as I came on her tongue. I was barely aware
that the camera had been clicking away this whole time.
She was climbing me, using my body
like a ladder to climb onto the bed. She left a trail of little kisses along my
belly. She grabbed one of my boobs and gave it a squeeze. I let out a little
moan as she pressed her lips to my nipple. I took her hips as she suckled me
and pressed her thigh between my legs. She kept nursing me as I levered my hips
against her, rubbing my sex on her thigh.
She continued her climb as I lay
back. She was on top of me, kissing my mouth. I could feel her heat. My hands
caressed her ass.
“Oh, baby,” I purred. “Let me taste
you, now.”
She smiled, her emerald eyes
sparkling. She rolled off of me, unhooked her garters, and slowly peeled her
panties away. As she kicked out of them, I saw she was shaved smooth.
She kissed me once more. She ran
her tongue across my lower lip, then used it to explore my mouth. I could taste
my juices on her.
Suddenly she sat upright. She
smiled that adorable smile of hers, then straddled my head. My breath caught in
my throat as I realized this was actually about to happen.
I watched her pussy as she slowly
lowered it to my waiting mouth. When she was close enough, I mashed my mouth to
her, sucking gently as I lapped my tongue all over the outside. I spread her
apart with my fingertips and gently probed inside with my tongue. She had a
taste which I can only compare to a fine wine. Only it wasn’t like that at all.
She began moving, a sort of
up-and-down/back-and-forth all at the same time.
I licked, sucked, and explored. I
fucked her with my tongue, slipping it in and out quickly. I flicked my tongue
over her clit. I slid one hand down to my own pussy, fingering myself.
Anaïs moaned as she rode my face. I’m pretty sure she was
pinching her nipples. (I couldn’t exactly see from my angle).
“Ah! Ma chérie!” she moaned. “Ah, oui!” She squealed and moved her
hips in circles as she came. I moaned into her and brought myself to a second
orgasm before hers subsided.
She slid off of me onto the bed. We
spent a breathless moment relishing the afterglow.
Anaïs turned toward Armando. I had
forgotten he was here with us, photographing our entire tryst. “Come out from
be’ind ze camera,” she said in her exotic accent. She looked back at me, but
kept talking to Armando. “I zink we could both use some cock now.”
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