Chapter 4

“You’re not a slut.”

“Well, thank you very much for informing me of that. I really appreciate it.”

“No, no ... not how I meant it. We both know you are not. Therefore I’m not going to take any pictures that will make you look like one. I want these pics to tease the viewer, to not show too much but to make them crave more. These aren’t intended for everyone to gawk at on the internet, but are meant for ... someone special, as a gift.”

She reached out and laid her hand on my arm. “Thank you. I’m sorry, I misunderstood. I know I can trust you. Well, I think so.”

“I appreciate that. Thank you, and for giving me this opportunity. Now ... you’re going to have to ditch the t-shirt. I don’t think Bible verses will mix well with what we’re about to do.”

“For sure, but what else is there? My hoodie?”

“I have an idea! I have a short sleeve button up shirt in my bag. Probably big on you, but that’s fine for what I want to do.”

She slipped the t-shirt over her head but stopped with it still wrapped around her upper arms. Bent over with a black bra plainly in view, she smiled. “Enjoying the view?”

I mouthed “thank you” and tossed her my shirt.

“Okay, here we go. For the first shot, stand facing away from me but look back over your right shoulder with a big grin. You’re very excited about what’s about to happen.” She did the pose and I turned the camera ninety degrees for portrait, capturing from her tennies up to the top of her head.

“Next, bare feet, sit in the office chair. Lean way back and cross your legs straight out on the desk. Yes, just like that. Oh ... unbutton the shirt below your ribs and fold one side towards me so I can see your belly. Now look over here and give me that grin again.” Snapped that twice. “Now look down towards your elbow, as if you’re deep in thought.” Click. “Fantastic. Hold that while I come down by your feet ... don’t laugh or I’ll lick your toes!” The laughing face looked great. I could only mutter “Wow.”

“Can I see?”

“Okay, just this one, the rest will wait until after we’re done so we can get through the poses.” I tilted the screen towards her and her eyes went wide.

“How many more?”

“I don’t know, until we get to the end, or run out of clothes.”

“You devil!”

“Sit up in the chair and spin towards me. Undo all the buttons, showing your bra. I like the black! Nice touch. Let’s see – put your right hand on your belly, fingers wide apart. Left hand pulls the shirt off your breast, but it’s got the bra. Look down at that left hand.”

“Where do you come up with these?”

“They just pop in my head. One thing leads to another. The temptress.”

“This better be good.”

“Trust me.”

“Don’t make me regret this.”

“Unpossible. Now unstrap your bra but don’t take it off. Let it hang slightly, exposing some top boob. Good. Now lean towards the camera, put an arm on a thigh, and give me a smile. Gorgeous.”

“Promise me you will never show this to anyone?”

“You are the first person I’ve ever showed any of my pics to.”

“Keep it that way.”

“Yes, m’am. Now take your bra off.”

“Bossy, aren’t we?”

“You promised. You offered.”

“That, I did.”

Up until then it had all been fun and games, but the shit was getting real. I felt feverish as she pulled off her bra and tossed it on the floor. “Now pull the shirt back on both sides so that both your breasts are exposed.” Her nipples were hard and the size of my pinky, in the center of bumpy, dark brown areolas.

“You okay over there?”

“Yeah, yeah ... now put both your hands over them, so that nothing is exposed.”

“I thought we were going to be naughty.”

“Patience, we’re getting there, my dear. Take off the shirt. Oh, and your belt too. Put your left arm across your left breast, covering it up, with the hand over your right breast, but with fingers spread wide so a nipple pokes through. Right hand on your belly, several fingers stuffed under the waist band. Gaze down between your legs, deep in thought.”

“Am I supposed to play with myself?”

“No, this is simply suggestion. That said, pull your zipper down and spread the top apart. Ooh, pink panties!”

“I thought you’d like them.”

“Wait, I...”

“Never mind.”

“Oh-kay. Where were we? Yeah ... lean back, left hand on your belly just below your boobs. Toss your hair over your shoulder so that it covers your right one, gaze down at your left. Right hand on your pants, fingers spread, just to the right of your ... um, pussy.”

“I prefer ‘kitty.’”

“I’m sure you do. Next one’s your butt. Stand up, turn towards the chair, pull the jeans down to your ankles, lean down, away from me, thumbs pulling the panties down about halfway over your butt. Look back with a devilish grin.”

“You okay, you’re looking a little pale.”

“Yeah, almost done, I think I’ll make it. You can give me mouth to mouth if I pass out.”

“Yeah, you wish!”

“Just a couple more. Now ... take off your panties.” She stood not more than four feet in front of me. She leaned forward and pushed the undergarment down her legs, her eyes never leaving mine.

Stark naked, she stood there holding up her panties for me to see. “Like this?”

Instead, I kept scanning up and down between her knees and shoulders. “Perfect.”

“Now what, master?”

“Oh, and ... this would be fantastic. You know sometimes when you dress up you have a gold ankle bracelet? That gets me so hot. Do you...”