Everybody Needs a Hobby Ch. 07

"Oh god, "was all I could come up with as I drove my cock hard, again and again. Then Britt reached up and put her hand on my chest, stopping my advance. Her blues eyes, now that familiar shade of near-black stared through me.

"Turn me over and fuck me like Gina fucked Kate. I want to feel you fuck me and cum inside me. Fuck me George."

Faster than a rodeo bull-dogger, I was out, had her flipped over and impaled her as she hung onto the headboard. Long and hard, I let her have it; "Is this what you want babe; my big cock, my real cock, fucking your sweet cunt, huh?"

"Oh fuck baby, "she groaned, "Nothing beats the real thing. Oh, fuck me baby, give me your cum. I want to feel you cum baby!"

I drove and I drove, leaving finger imprints on her hips. "Here it comes, "I bellowed as I went rigid, buried to the hilt and spurting load after load inside her convulsing pussy.

"Aw shit," we moaned in unison as we slowly came down from our climaxes. Regaining a bit of strength, I grabbed Britt by the hips, and still lodged deeply inside her, I backed us up until she could lay down flat and I collapsed on top of her, still coupled.

We laid there like there for a couple minutes and Britt said softly, "so fucking good."

I responded with a little flex of the dick, pushing out the last little bit, "yes you are."

She squeezed me back, and I slid out. "Aww, "she groaned as I sat up on my knees, my dick leaving a trail up one thigh.

I looked down and watched as our mixture began to perk out between her reddened inner lips. "Man, "I kidded in a whiney voice, "you're leaking all over my clean sheets."

"Well, lick it up, "she said jokingly. She clearly wasn't about to move.

So I did, which surprised the hell out of both of us. I'd licked a bit of my own cum off my fingers in the past and it wasn't so bad, and she didn't hesitate swallowing my load, so without much forethought, I dove in. Britt screamed in surprise and orgasm as I swiped my tongue from slit to ass and sucked our collective juices into my mouth.

Turning over and sitting up, she looked at me with awe and want. I leaned in and kissed her, sharing our love. Britt shivered through another small climax as our tongues chased each other, tasting our sexual cocktail, and we kissed with a passion and fever that had us both sweating. We were clearly going to have to wash the sheets after all.

Now completely spent and holding each other tightly, I watched as a little tear rolled down her cheek and I kissed it before it got away. "I love you so much, "she said softly, kissing my lips. "And you call me the nasty one!"

We kissed once more and drifted into a little afternoon nap.

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We woke a bit later, still entwined but feeling a bit of a chill as the sweat evaporated off our skin. We ran our hands up and down the others backs, trying to strike up a little warmth.

"I can't believe you did that, "she said, kissing me softly.

"Well I figured, 'why not', you do it and I had just washed the sheets."

Britt laughed as she tried to tickle me. I retaliated with a counter-tickle and Britt bounded off the bed in retreat and headed into the bathroom. I was in hot pursuit and caught her in the shower. We hugged and kissed as I walked us toward the controls of my 'you've-got-to-be-kidding-me' shower. I turned on the waterfall feature, which Britt hadn't experienced yet and I scooted us, still kissing, under the cascading waters.

This brought the embrace to a halt momentarily as she marveled at the experience. She turned a slow 360, arms out and looking up, luxuriating in the feeling. Gallons and gallons of water tumbled over us from the ledge above. Smiling and wiping the water from her eyes, she took me in her arms again and we stood there and made out until our finger tips began to wrinkle.

I led us out of the waterfall, turned it off and the switched to the regular shower. We washed each other and then I washed her hair, something I take great delight in and she seems to enjoy it. We stepped out and dried one another and then I dried her long hair, running my fingers through it, massaging her scalp. Britt found herself having to grab the counter as it almost put her back to sleep.

Britt slipped one of my t-shirts over her head and I slipped on a pair of boxers and we went out to the kitchen. "Do you want some fruit? "She asked as she opened the fridge. She bent over to get at the bottom drawer and the shirt slid up over her butt. I stood beside her to reach for some water and ran my hand over her cheeks. She giggled and squirmed as she tried to corral an apple in the corner of the bin.

Straightening up, she said, "Well, we better get upstairs and see what we can do about that rate sheet you promised." I dutifully followed her up the stairs, my eyes glued to her undulating butt. Britt quickly took control, taking 'My' chair and before long had found numerous price sheets from around the country.

I was impressed and told her so; "I looked all over and couldn't find anything. I guess this internet thing is good for something other than porn."

Britt gave me a knowing glance and then said, "Like most things, it's all about how you manipulate it."

I stood behind her, watching her work and kissed her on top of the head, "Well, you can manipulate me anytime you feel like it."

Britt switched over to 'Word' and began roughing out a rate sheet, firing questions about studio vs. on-site rates, modeling fees, and things I had never even considered. I quickly realized how lucky I really was to have her in my life.

I pulled up another chair and a scratch pad and starting playing with numbers, trying to get some idea of how much I could conceivably make shooting this calendar. I realized that if I could stay fairly busy, even part-time, I could bring in some decent coin. Without hesitation, I blurted out, "Hey, if we get this job, how about working with me on the photography business?"

Britt stopped typing and slowly turned to look at me. I began to question what I had said and tried to rewind my brain. Thankfully, she broke into a huge smile, and launched herself, landing in my lap, peppering me with kisses. "I would love to work on the business. My mind has been in overdrive since Gina mentioned that you might want me to do a website for you."

She carried on at mach speed, talking about the website, the studio, advertising, and fashion, portraits, on and on and on. I finally had to take her head in my hands and kiss her to get her to slow down. I told her I didn't know how much I could pay her, but she revved up again saying that she just needed enough for her part of the rent and a little for other things. Then there was the fact that she ate over here about half the time and she didn't need to buy special work clothes.

She finally stopped to catch a breath and then her eyes widened. "Oooo...and the fringe benefits!"

I smiled as I ran my hand up her thigh under the borrowed t-shirt. She squirmed and then stopped dead and looked at me and said with all seriousness, "Hey, do we have a business name?"

Sigh ...."Crap, you're right, I guess it's back to work partner."

Britt squealed with delight, kissed me and bounced back in front of the computer, pounding away at the keyboard.

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Well, by about 8 p.m., Red Brick Photography was born. Named for the red brick that my building was clad with, we had a fancy letterhead, a rate sheet and an organizational chart, me at the top as owner and chief photographer and Britt as the one who gets everything else done. I could see that if this thing was going to fly, she was clearly indispensable. She had new e-mail account set up and sent out our first quote for our first paying job. On Monday, she planned on getting our business license in order and we would be up and running.

Britt leaned back and put her bare feet up on the desk after she hit the send button. Leaning back with her arms crossed under her breasts, nipples standing proud and the bottom of the t-shirt half-way up her hips, she smiled and said "Well, here we go!"

I reached behind me and grabbed my camera and snapped off a couple of shots. This would be a moment to be remembered. I set the camera back down and pulled her to her feet. I kissed her lightly and said, "C'mon partner, let's get something to eat, I'm starved."

"Okay boss, "she giggled as we started down the stairs. "I can't wait to tell the girls about this."

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Even though I had just been to the store, we ended up with frozen pizza, a fresh salad and a bottle of wine. We sat on the couch and talked over the business some more. I realized that I needed a good seamless corner to shoot all these cars if we got this job. This is kind of old school, what with Photoshop and all, but I think it will still save a lot of time in the long run and it looks pretty impressive to those that don't know any better. I decided on a couple 40 ft. long walls with radius transitions to each other and the floor. Construction being my primary business, this would be a piece of cake.

Britt talked about sprucing up the place and making it look more like a place of business. Maybe a gallery of photos somewhere and a real office space or lobby. My mind was spinning as this girl fired out ideas at machine gun rate.

"Slow down there partner, "I said as I ran my hand up and down her bare thigh. "Let's get this first job signed up first and then we'll see what happens." I refilled her wine and fed her another bite of pizza. We finished eating and just sat on the couch, side by side, sipping our wine; feet up on the coffee table, playing footsie.

Britt rested her head on my shoulder and after a bit I heard what I call her purring. It's not snoring, I'm not sure what causes it, but it sounds for all the world like a cat purring and she has this contented look on her face. It's the cutest thing to me, but she denies that she does it. I need to remember to ask the girls if they have noticed it. I gently take the wineglass from her grasp and picked her up and carried her to the bedroom.

She didn't appear to wake up as I carried her in, so I figured that I would just slip her between the sheets. I stumbled around trying to hold her, move the bedding and not wake my sexy assistant.

Setting her on the bed, she mumbled "Shirt," and half-heartedly held up her arms. I chuckled as I lifted the shirt over her head, blonde hair everywhere. As I guided her head to the pillow, she whispered "Kiss." I leaned in and gave her a soft peck on the lips. "Again," she whispered as she pushed my head down to her breasts. I gave each nipple a little love and she pushed me further south. We scooted by her belly button, but I managed a quick kiss. I reached our final destination; her legs together revealing only the top of her lovely slit. I glanced up to see what she had in mind. Her eyes were shut and she purred softly. I smiled to myself and placed one little kiss.

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We woke early, legs and arms entangled and nose to nose. We also sensed our own Italian halitosis, Pizza and red wine. Comically, with pursed lips, we did a synchronous roll off our respective sides of the bed and went in search of mouthwash. Ever the gentleman, I followed her to the bathroom admiring the view; the perfect butt with dimples to boot. Mouths refreshed and the 'sleepies' as she called them washed from out of the corners of our eyes, we were now safe for the morning kiss.

"Morning lover," she said, arms around my neck.

"Morning to you too," I replied, both hands firmly on an ass cheek.

Still in a full embrace, she said, "I need to take a shower. Do you suppose I could get you to wash my hair for me?"

She knew that this was almost some kind of fetish for me and I can't explain it, but washing a women's hair is somewhat erotic. It's doubly so if you both happen to be starkers. The little guy downstairs answered in the affirmative and she giggled as she felt the knocking on the door. She reached down and gave me a little tug and said, "Hang on buddy, I've got a change of clothes in the car."

I followed her out to the living area to make some coffee while she went out to her car. I was about to suggest that I didn't see a real reason for her to bother with clothes, but it is awful fun to take them off. I had the coffee ready to roll as she came through the front door with a gym bag and proceeded back into the bedroom. She unceremoniously dumped the contents onto the bed and began to sort. I couldn't help but notice there was more here than just a single change of clothing. She neatly folded a half-dozen pair of panties, of various design and color, followed by some of her signature shorts, and some rather skimpy tops. Glancing at me and without muttering a word, I found myself walking to my dresser, opening a drawer, pulling out its contents and stepping back to present it to her. She smiled as she neatly arranged the new contents and closed the drawer. Turning to me, she kissed me chastely on the cheek and said, "Bath time."

Before hitting the shower, she went back to the bed and picked through the remaining items and retrieved a razor and some shave gel. Still smiling silently, she took me by the hand and led me to the shower. I turned on the shower with the hand-held head and we went about our now, standard wash routine. With bath gel in hand; we judiciously bathed one another, nary a place untouched. Our private regions were undoubtedly the cleanest in the city. Washing her hair became a favorite and frenzied part of the routine. Once I had the shampoo thoroughly distributed in her hair, we embraced face to face, slick with soap and I ran my hands through her hair and we kissed and rutted against each other. Rinsing and the conditioning cycle were equally bawdy as my stiff cock sought out any orifice it could find. Shower time was quickly becoming my favorite foreplay, although my next water bill might force me to rethink that.

Thinking we were done, my stiff dick and I moved to turn off the shower, only to be corrected, "I need to shave, "she stated, holding up her razor and gel.

"Do you think you could give me a hand? "She asked as he turned and headed toward the built-in bench. I have a custom-made hose on the hand-held that is about 16 feet long and you can take it anywhere into the shower. I grabbed it and awaited by orders.

Britt took a seat and handed me the can of gel and then lifted one leg straight out. This was a first and I was turned on and nervous at the same time. I handed her the shower head and knelt in front of her. I put some gel in my hands and began running them up and down her leg. I really couldn't feel anything but the slickness of the soap and she I sensed her watching me. "I shave almost everyday, so I stay nice and smooth. Once or twice a week, we shave each other to make sure we got everywhere." She smiled when she saw my cock's reaction and nuzzled it with her free foot.

"Careful there, "I warned, "I don't want to knick anything.

She stopped me just as I came to the top of her thigh. Putting her hand over her pussy, she winked, "We'll save that for last."

Pouting, I moved to her other leg and repeated the process. Britt sat silently with her eyes closed, luxuriating in the pampering. When I had reached the promise land once again, I paused, awaiting her blessing to continue. Silent still, I softly began to massage the lubricant onto her lower belly and downward. With a gentle nudge, she responded, spreading her legs wider. The gel mixed with her self-made lubricant and I took a deep breath before proceeding. Each swipe of the razor caused a little quiver which I waited to subside before the next stroke; I would gladly take my time.

When I thought I had completed my task, and quite splendidly I thought, Britt corrected me. Grabbing both legs behind the knees, she rolled herself back and exposed her sweet ass, her slick pussy lips spread wide. Actually blushing in the warm shower, she said, "Sometimes a stray hair shows up down there. We don't want any distractions when you are licking my butt, getting it ready to shove your big cock in, do we?"

Nodding dumbly, I squirted the cool blue gel directly on her pink pucker and she squealed at the sensation. I lovingly massaged in the lubricant, working up a foam. My middle finger 'accidentally' slipped in the backdoor and I watched in fascination as her pussy lips fluttered, looking for something to grab on to. Reluctantly, I withdrew the invading digit and delicately finished the job.

I took the hand-held shower and rinsed off the residual foam. Britt seemed content to hold her position, so I adjusted the head and played, watching her facial expression for direction. She squirmed and squealed as the pulsing water rebounded off her pink pucker and her exposed clit. I didn't see any reason to stop and the look in her eyes told me I better not.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the can of shave gel. Quickly setting the shower head down, I took her clit between my lips and suckled lightly. She moaned louder and the gasped as she felt the cool gel on her asshole again. Without hesitation, I dropped the can and reinserted that wandering middle finger; Britt's eyes widened and her moan became a groan as I fingered her ass while I sucked on her tender clit.

Britt pulled her legs up tighter, muttering, "Oh fuck baby, finger my ass, suck on my clitty ---Oh fuck me!" We kept it up until I felt her ass tighten on my plunging digit and her lower belly began to quiver just as she seized up, shaking uncontrollably. "Fuck, fuck, fuck....." she muttered through clenched lips.

I slowly backed off and took her legs and gently unfolded her, massaging her calves and thighs. I got off my aching knees, straightened my back and sat next to her, taking her under my arm. I kissed her forehead as she snuggled and purred.

After a bit; I felt her hand take my half-hard cock to revitalize it. When she had me good and hard she whispered into my ear, "Can I do you now?"

Naturally, I thought she was talking about a blow-job, so I say, "Sure."

Britt smiled as she dropped to her knees between my legs and kissed my tip. Then the situation changed. She heard me suck in a deep breath as she picked up the can of gel and the razor. I keep myself trimmed up down there, but I shaving never entered my mind. Kind of selfish I guess, because there is nothing like lapping away at a soft, slick pussy.

Britt worked up a lather in her hands and began running them over my cock and balls; my mind was still questioning the prudence of what was about to happen. My beautiful vixen knew how to seal a deal however; "I think Gina and Kate will love sucking on your slick balls while you fuck my ass."

Knowing she had won me over, again, she held the head of my cock and shaved around the base onto my belly and onto my crotch. With the concentration of a surgeon, she pulled and stretched at my ball sack, scraping me smooth. Then with a big smile on her face, she set the razor down and grabbed both my legs and pushed up, trying to get me into the erotic fold that she had achieved earlier. I'm not near as limber, but I evidently did well enough as I pulled up on my legs and felt her shave around my asshole. I can't imagine that it is near as pretty a sight as I had earlier, but she did seem to linger.

My cock lurched as I felt a finger intrude and Britt smiled as she worked it slowly in and out. Her eyes glistened as she took my pulsating member in her mouth and sucked as her finger continued to make inroads. The cramping in my legs was soon forgotten as I felt Britt coaxing the cum out of balls as she sucked my cock into her throat and buried her finger in my ass, tickling my prostate.

"Ah shit," was all I could manage as I spurted rope after rope of cum down her throat. She gently milked me dry and I tried to straighten my legs. She joined me on the bench and we snuggled and kissed once more until I had the strength to stand up. We lightly washed and rinsed once more and then had just enough strength to wrap each other in towels and fall onto the bed.