He said, “There’s this pinup photo contest, and I think you should enter.”

“Me?” she questioned. “Enter? You’re kidding.”

“Yeah—I mean no, you’re perfect for it. Beautiful. Sexy. The ideal combination.”

She snorted. “So what does this pin up thing involve?”

“Just wear some skimpy, possibly revealing garment,” he said. “And do some sultry, sexy pose. I’m thinking you could wear those lace panties you wore for Valentine’s Day.”

“They were all cummy,” she said. “I had to wash them, and they shrank. I should have thrown them out.”

“Why did you keep them?”

“I don’t know. A souvenir, I guess. But they’d be much too tight to wear now.”

“Even on one leg?”

“Maybe.”

Wearing the panties on one leg, she struck a sultry pose.

“That’s so good,” he said, snapping a picture. “We should try some more poses.”

“We?”

“Wow,” he exclaimed. “You look so hot!”

“I feel so hot.”

“Maybe I could cool you off,” he proposed. Holding her leg, he brought her foot to his mouth and tongued between her toes.

“Oh Gosh, oh Gosh, Oh Gosh. This is just making me hotter.”

“No, don’t stop,” she moaned.

He continued licking and sucking.

“Oh Gosh,” she mewled. “I need you in me now. Your cock in my cunt. Fuck me! Hurry.”

He hurried. He managed to get inside her a moment before her climax. A moment before his.

“That was so good,” she said, still lying on the table much of an hour later. “Do you think I’ll win a prize?”

His shy smile gave it away.