I hadn’t been living in the condo for very long. After an acrimonious separation from my wife of twelve years, I’d discovered that the people who I had thought were our friends were, in fact, her friends. Seeing as I had quite literally nothing to lose, I’d decided to make a clean break of it and move to a new town.

I was looking out of my kitchen window one lovely crisp spring morning when I saw a gorgeous long-haired white cat sunning itself among a bed of vibrant flowers. I’d long dabbled in photography, even making some extra money on the side selling some of my photos, and cats are always popular.

I quickly grabbed my main camera, a reasonably nice digital SLR, and hurried out. The cat was still there when I arrived and I took a few long-range shots before risking getting a little closer. It still seemed very happy, rolling around on its back and meowing softly. Figuring it was after its tummy being tickled, I duly obliged and it began to purr quite loudly. I was just taking a few more shots when I heard footsteps behind me.

“She likes you,” a young-sounding, feminine voice said from behind me. The cat was looking exceptionally cute so I ran off a few more.

“Is she your cat?” I asked the voice.

“Yes. She’s called Suzie,” the presumed girl told me.

“She’s very beautiful,” I said, taking one final picture before turning around. Behind me was the most gorgeous young girl I’d ever seen. It was her eyes that struck me first: huge with deep brown irises that you felt you could drown in. Her face was oval with killer cheekbones, pale and utterly beguiling. Her wide, generous mouth with full soft-looking lips was smiling up at me. Her face was framed by long dark hair falling in soft, shiny waves. A quick glance down told me that she was probably about fourteen or fifteen with small perky breasts, unencumbered by a bra, topped by tiny hard nipples showing through a thin pink T-shirt. Below it, a short denim skirt showed quite a generous amount of a pair of lovely coltish legs. For a few seconds, I was rendered speechless.

“A beautiful cat for a beautiful girl,” I said in the end. A cheesy line at best, but her smile widened and she blushed very, very prettily.

“Do you really think so?” she asked coyly, fluttering dark lashes over those sexy eyes of hers. Jesus! I was already starting to get hard!

“Absolutely ... erm...?”

“Jenny,” she told me.

“I’m Jake,” I told her and held my hand out. Her hand in mine felt so soft and fragile I hardly dared to put any pressure on it at all. “Good to meet you, Jenny.”

“And you, Jake.”

“Jenny, I don’t suppose I could take a few pictures of you, could I?”

“You want to take pictures of me?” she asked, her eyes wide with surprise. I couldn’t believe that this little nymphet wasn’t aware of how stunning she was.

“Very much,” I assured her. “Would that be OK?”

“Sure. I suppose so.”

I took a few but she clearly couldn’t relax. “Maybe if you stroked Suzie,” I suggested. She squatted down and began to pet the cat. “Now look up at me.” That was much better: those dark eyes, peering innocently upwards, looked amazing. I couldn’t help noticing that her skirt had ridden up and she was now showing most of her thighs. I took a quick shot lower down as my cock swelled dramatically.

“See how gorgeous you look,” I said, showing her on the LCD screen the first few portraits that I’d taken.

“Wow, I look ... quite cute,” she said, he cheeks flushing again.

“You look more than cute, Jenny. You look very beautiful,” I told her, loving the way that her little face lit up with delight. “But the lighting out here isn’t great. I have a proper studio with lights and everything in my apartment.” It wasn’t strictly true: I did have the kit, but I hadn’t unpacked it yet; it wouldn’t take long though.

“If you’d like, we could take some more pictures in there? This afternoon maybe?”

I watched as she looked first at me, then at the camera, clearly thinking about what she’d looked like in the photos.

“Sure,” she said eventually, and I let go of the breath that I hadn’t even been conscious that I’d been holding.

“Excellent,” I said, scratching Suzie behind the ears as she wove around my legs.

I guess I should confess my motives at this point. I truly thought that Jenny was spectacularly beautiful and that there was every chance that I might be able to interest some of my contacts in some future work. I was also aware, from past experience, how being in front of a camera can sometimes make girls ... shall we say, less discrete than they might otherwise be. OK, she turned me on like fuck and I hoped to see more of her gorgeous little body!

I had to shift some boxes out of the spare room, which meant that my bedroom would be a mess, but that was a small price to pay.

I set up a plain white backdrop and my two studio lights and put a couple of reflectors and my studio umbrella to the side in case I needed them later.

Jenny rang my bell just after two. She was wearing the same clothes as before but she had clearly brushed her long hair which looked even more lustrous than before.

“You look lovely, Jenny,” I told her, and she blushed a little. “Are you all ready?”

She struck a little pose with her fingers flat under her chin. “All ready.”

“Will your parents wonder where you are?” I asked, leading her through to my ‘studio’ and trying not to sound nervous.

“They’ll just assume I’m over at Missy’s,” she explained, following me. “I’m always over at Missy’s. Wow,” she added when she saw the setup.

“If you could stand here please, Jenny,” I said, indicating in front of the backdrop. “Perfect.” I switched on the two studio lights and looked through the viewfinder. She looked amazing but was clearly nervous and a bit awkward.

“You look absolutely gorgeous,” I told her. “Is there any music that you like?” I asked, reeling off a list of artists whose albums I had on my phone.

“Ooo, yes,” she said when I got to Ariana Grande.

I started ‘My Everything’ playing through a Bluetooth speaker. “Is this OK?”

“I love this one,” she said happily and began to move a little with the music.

“That’s great!” I said as she began to relax a little and I ran off several pictures. “Try not to face me, sort of look sideways, or over your shoulder ... lovely.”

I showed her some of the better ones. They were good but they lacked a certain ... spark. I played a hunch.

“Do you ever do ... naughty things, Jenny?” I asked her.

“Like what?” she asked suspiciously.

“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe in bed ... at night?”

She giggled and her eyes suddenly sparkled with excitement. “That’s it,” I told her. “That’s great.” Click. “Keep thinking about that and just move around a little ... like you’re dancing. But keep your eyes on me.”

I took a whole bunch of shots and then knelt down next to her so that my arm was touching her hot little body. She was very quiet as I showed her the results. “I look ... sexy,” she said at the end, sounding a little stunned.

“You do, sweetheart. You really do. Shall we take some more?” She nodded enthusiastically.

“Turn around now, sweetie, and look back over your shoulder at me ... That’s it, that’s perfect.” Click. “Maybe bend over just a little bit ... lovely.” Click. Click. “Maybe a little bit more?” Her little baby-blue panties were peeking out from under her skirt and my dick was like an iron bar. Click, click, click.

“Can I see?” she asked.

“Sure,” I replied, handing her the camera. I stood behind her, my erection just brushing the cheeks of her bottom, and showed her how to scan through the pictures.

“They’re really good,” she said excitedly. Then she gasped, “You can see my panties!” she said, outraged.

“Where?” I asked, leaning over her shoulder and thereby pressing my boner against her soft little ass a little more. I zoomed it up.

“Oh, God! There!” she cried, pointing and sounding horrified.

“I think you look all grown up and very sexy,” I told her.

She turned around and looked up at me. “Do you really think so?”

“I promise. Cross my heart,” I told her softly. “I mean, when you’re at the beach people see your bikini bottoms ... and that’s pretty much the same as your panties, isn’t it?” She seemed unsure. “Would it help if you went and changed into your bikini ... you know ... under your clothes.

“No, no,” she said. “You’re right, it is the same, isn’t it?”

“Have you ever shown anyone your panties on purpose, Jenny?” I asked. “You know, being naughty?” Her face flushed bright red and she looked at me accusingly.

“How do you know that?”

“I think most little girls sometimes do that.” I was playing another hunch, and I paused and took a deep breath before taking the plunge. “Was it your daddy?”

She looked down at her feet and shuffled them guiltily. “Sometimes,” she confessed.

“Does it make you feel all tingly? You know ... down there?” She paused and then nodded. “Are you feeling that now, Jenny?” Another nod. “Would you like to show Uncle Jake your panties?” I held my breath: this was make-or-break time.

She looked up at me, her eyes full of mischief. “Are you going to take pictures?”

“If that’s OK...?”

“It is just like the beach, isn’t it, Uncle Jake?” she asked, but her hand was already lowering the zip on her skirt even before I nodded encouragingly.

As she stood up after stepping out of her skirt I got my first real look at her and she was incredible: just the beginnings of womanly curves leading down to perfect, slender legs and dainty little feet. Her little-girl blue panties hugged her lovingly, in particular her plump mound with just the merest hint of her slit showing through.

“You look so cute, sweetheart,” I said encouragingly. “Move around a little ... that’s great.”

God, she looked so sexy, prancing around in her darling little panties. I was so hard it was uncomfortable.

“Can you twerk, Jenny?” I asked which earnt me a look, but then she grinned and began to grind her hips. “That is awesome!” I told her, running off shot after shot as she displayed her perfect little ass for me. All the movement was making her panties ride up into her crack and all I could think about was burying my face between her white rounded cheeks.

“Can I see?” she asked after I’d taken God knows how many pictures. I showed them to her, trying desperately not to let my hands shake.

“I look ... naughty,” she said softly at the end.

“You do, sweetheart. Such a sexy, naughty girl.”

She turned to face me with a grin on her face and then stretched up and kissed me on the cheek. “I’d better go. Can we take some more tomorrow?”

That little kiss had rocked me to my core. “Of course, we can,” I said, and she pulled her skirt back on and scampered off.

I was so fucking hard! I had to jack off twice before I calmed down enough to look at the pictures that I’d taken with a clear head, and it was obvious that the camera absolutely loved her. The slightly naughty innocence and her stunning beauty just leaped out at you. I really thought that the headshots were good enough to attract some serious interest.

I went to the store the next day. I couldn’t afford any designer items so I stuck to simple but timeless classics: plain-colored shifts, stretch T-shirts and shorts, and a couple of mini-skirts that looked to be the right size. Oh, and some lingerie, for me, if you know what I mean.

I hung them all on a rail in the ‘studio’ and waited impatiently for Jenny to arrive, looking through the previous day’s photos on my laptop for inspiration.

She hurried through to the studio as soon as I opened the door, and was already riffling through the clothes on the rail when I caught up with her.

“Are these all for me to wear?” she asked excitedly.

“Do you like them?”

“Uh-huh. What, even these?” she said, holding up a silky, white bra and panty set with lacy trim.

“I thought they were a bit more ... grown up and sexy than yours. Do you want to try them on?” She was almost vibrating with excitement as she looked around for somewhere to change. “There’s a bathroom next door...” I suggested; I’d kind of hoped she might get changed in front of me ... but I could be patient. She grabbed a skirt and shirt as well and rushed off.

When she came back she looked radiant and heart-stoppingly cute.

“Wow! You look fabulous.” I told her, and she smiled happily and did a little pirouette on the spot for me.

I could visibly see her confidence rising as she posed for a bunch of pictures.

“How do you like the new underwear?” I asked her.

“They feel amazing,” she replied, wriggling her hips in a way that made my heart beat a whole lot faster.

“Do you think we could take some pictures of you just in those?” I held my breath as she looked at me for a few beats.

“Sure,” she replied, peeling the T-shirt off over her head. I got my first real look at her breasts and they did not disappoint: the half-cup bra made the most of her B-cups, emphasizing her flawless skin and giving her a darling little cleavage.

I looked up to her face and saw that she’d been watching me, but she seemed to like the way that I’d been looking at her, and kept her eyes on me as she bent over and shimmied the skirt down over her thighs.

“God, Jenny. You look amazing,” I breathed as she stood up, adjusting the bra and panties until she was happy with them.

“Do you really think so?” she asked, turning slowly on the spot. The panties were high-cut, not quite a thong but not far off, and they showed off her butt cheeks to perfection.