Everybody Needs a Hobby Ch. 12

I pulled up to the house and honked and Britt popped up from behind the office railing upstairs and gave me what would turn into the traditional 'Welcome Home Titty Flash.' "Hi Sweetie," she called out, now juggling her tits and laughing. Every guy should get this greeting when he gets home from a hard day's work; beats the hell out of a dog slobbering all over you.

With more energy than I thought I had, I bounced up the stairs and there was my girl, sitting in my chair at the computer, her long blonde hair hanging loose over her bare shoulders. Because of the arms on the chair, I couldn't see if she was wearing shorts and her shapely bare legs and feet were tucked under the table. "So, did I miss the Naked Day memo?"

"No silly, I'm dressed," she said, spinning the chair to face me. Yeah, silly me; dressed for her was about the skimpiest pair of panties known to man. She stood and did a slow pirouette; I glanced around; 'damn it, where is that camera?' She smiled at me seductively as she approached, walking on the balls of her feet. We embraced, kissing like we hadn't seen each other in months, my hands, naturally, firmly grasping her bare butt cheeks. Breaking to breath, we whispered in harmony,"Hi lover."

"So," I asked as I massaged her ass, "were you a good girl today?"

"I'm always good," she replied, her right thigh now waking my cock.

"Yes you are," kissing her again, letting my fingers trace the little string that ran through her ass crack. "What I meant was, did you get any real work done? I see the hot rod's gone; what else have you been up to, my love?"

"Well here, sit down and I'll go over what I've gotten done."

She sat me in the chair and then sat in my lap, squirming to get comfortable as she grabbed the mouse and starting clicking away. After a couple seconds she stood back up and tuned to look at me; "This isn't going to work," and then paused. "You know what to do," pointing at my crotch.

"Yes dear," I said and pulled my jeans and boxers to the floor. I sat there, half stiff and waited.

"Well?" she asked, pointing at my cock as she sat up on the desk opposite me. Evidently I'm a little dense as she huffed and then spread her legs, pulling what little there was of the panties aside and began running her middle finger in and out of her slick cunt, all the time staring down at my cock. My dick was bright enough to understand what she wanted, willing my hand over to stroke myself to stiffness.

"Bout time," she said as she got off the desk, turned her back to me and unceremoniously sat on my cock, taking it all in a single plunge. She shivered as she nestled in, my cock firmly buried within her. "There, that's more comfortable, now here are the shots from yesterday......" And she scrolled through all the shots that she wanted to consider for the calendar while my cock was massaged by her pussy. I tried to maintain a bit of professional decorum, as much as is possible with your bone up the snatch of your assistant and your hands annoying her as you try to play with her tits.

"Next," she said as she leaned forward for her notes, releasing about half my length before setting back down and giggling at herself. "Oh yeah," grabbing the mouse again, "I talked to the woman again about the portraits; her name is Melissa by the way, and here is her Facebook page," which flashed up on the screen. I could just see the little picture of her on the corner of the page before Britt clicked over and pulled up a bigger picture of her from an album.

"Wow," I said,"she's pretty, and a redhead to boot." That earned me a reminder squeeze of where my priorities lie. "I was just sayin'; she is pretty isn't she?"

"Yeah, I guess," as she rocked back and forth a couple times. "Anyway, I got a little more information out of her. She is really shy; you can even see it in her pictures; but what I finally got out of her is she wants to send her beau some more 'intimate' photos," as she made with the air quotes, again giving me a couple pleasurable wiggles.

I grabbed Britt's hips and held her still so I could ask her some questions before I threw her on the desk and fucked her silly. "So if she just wants some pictures to tease her boyfriend with; why not just shoot them herself with one hand like everyone does now, or in a mirror or have a friend do it?"

Britt moaned a little as it was my turn to tease, flexing myself inside her; " Unnh...yeah, well I asked her the same thing and she said she wants really good photos and she also wants him to wonder who took them. I think she has a little 'tease' in her that she is trying to get out."

"Oh," I said as I held her hips and twisted her slightly, left and right which got a pretty healthy groan out her; "so it's photography and psychology now, is it?" And I leaned in and nibbled at her neck; "so what's next?"

Britt fought a little against my grip, working her pussy to try and break my resolve. I bucked my hips up slightly, burying myself a bit deeper in her pulsating pussy. "Well...." she stuttered, "the MG is being delivered around ten tomorrow morning and she asked if she could come by around then and talk it over further. I told her that it would just be me, your lowly assistant, but she said that was fine, probably better in fact as she thought she could relate to me what she wanted, being a woman and all."

I had mixed feelings about bringing a client here this early in the game. The studio wasn't really all that showy in my mind. It's served its purpose up to now and I had a lot of ideas on improvements I want to make, but it is what it is, so we'll see how it goes. Melissa may take one look at the set-up and turn tail and run.

I re-established my grip on Britt's hips and raised and lowered her a couple times, sending a shiver through her that I felt all the way to the root. Planting myself deep once more and holding her tight I advised, "Well be gentle with the poor girl. Your idea of an 'intimate' picture is your legs spread, spreading your pussy open and a look that says; Come fuck me, big boy."

Britt moaned and clinched her pussy tight, trying to strangle my cock in retaliation for my remark. It was my turn to groan as I lifted her up an inch or two and slammed her back down; we both shivered as a small orgasm rolled through her.

"Oh you fucker," she said in a nasty, loving way as she reached down to caress my balls. "I can be more subtle and seductive if I want to. Hey, I have an idea. I have some negligee you haven't seen yet. I'll go put it on, you get the camera and lights set up and we'll do some shots that I can show Melissa tomorrow." And before I could comment, she was bounding down the stairs, my stiff, wet cock left waving in the wind.

By the time I had the lights in position around the bed that made up part of the set here on the second floor; I heard the front door of the house slam and turned to watch my paramour ascend the stairs. My heart stumbled a bit as she came into view. On her feet was a pair of black high-heel strappy sandals that had heels that were all of six inches tall. They made her spectacular legs look just that much better and I was tempted to drop to my knees and just lick my way up and down the pair. She turned to show a silhouette of her butt cheeks, teasing through the diaphanous, black, I think they call it a chemise. Turning to face me, I could just make out the bit of satin that made up the panties that left little to the imagination. Moving upward, the sheer fabric gave hints of the curve of her waist, the shadow of her navel and then hung loosely on her un-tethered breasts, her nipples stiff in anticipation. She cleared her throat, breaking my trance.

Her expression was one of serious seduction, determined to have her way. Her long blonde hair draped over her shoulders and the little spaghetti straps that held the skimpy outfit in place. Her eyes were nearly a color match to the sheer fabric. "Well?" she asked.

"I think I like it," was my nonsensical reply as I turned to pick up the big Nikon.

Britt glided over to the bed, an admirable feat considering the height of those heels. Striking a pose leaning against the bedpost, she glanced down at my crotch, "Take your dick out; I want to see how seductive you really think I am."

I already knew how seductive she looked; my cock was bent double and I was more than happy to bring it some relief. I shucked my shoes and socks, dropped the pants and drawers and stood there with my erection poking out through the tails of my button-down shirt. That brought a little smirk of satisfaction to my model as I began capturing her irresistible allure.

My Britt is just naturally sexy. It doesn't matter if it's first thing in the morning, disheveled and sleepy-eyed, or all dolled-up, ready for a night on the town, she just has that thing; that thing that I can't explain. I've found myself lost in reverie as I sat and looked at her shoulder, or her ankle; anywhere I can focus, I find beauty. And when she tries to look even sexier than I see her all the time, well I'm just fucked, I have no defense.

That's where I found myself now as she shifted from pose to pose, natural and fluid. Standing next to the bedposts, stretching and emphasizing her slender length, or on bent knee on the bed, hands on her hips in a defiant pose, you had no option but to want her, to make love to her. When she struck what was to be the final pose for the shoot; that is where I was; my only option was clear.

She crawled onto the bed on all four at a slight angle so that her firm breasts hung, shadowed by the gossamer fabric. Her long, lean back was defined by the black satin outline and her captivating derriere, framed by thin strands, beckoned. Her long bare legs, bent and tautly defined, her feet clad in 'fuck-me heels' delineated the starting point of my journey.

Her eyes read mine and she shivered as I set the camera on the floor and approached the bed, shedding the last of my clothes. I dropped to my knees at the foot of the bed, running my hands over her calves as my tongue played with the exposed portions of her feet. Moving on, I nuzzled and kissed my way along her calves and up those amazing thighs, ducking my head back and forth between then to nibble on them. Heat radiated from that heavenly intersection, her erotic aroma drew my nose over that miniscule patch of fabric, along the bridge of thread that spanned her winking, pink star. My tongue closely followed, sampling what I could through the satin strainer and slipping under the thread, poking at her back door. My lover moaned loudly as I gently pulled the panties aside and spread her cheeks to lap at her sweet sex. With reverence, I dined on her offerings, juices free flowing as I let my tongue explore, probing the depths of both portals. Britt moaned false protests as she lost control, her climax building; "Oh god, oh god, oh god...," she muttered until her orgasm crashed over her, her pussy grasping at my tongue.

Britt recovered, catching her breath, her head on a pillow, her ass still invitingly poised above the bed with my head on one cheek, running my hands up and down her back, eliciting a pleasured purr. Straightening back up, on my knees between hers, I rubbed her excess secretions into her inner thighs, my cock throbbing and in the way. Britt glanced back between her legs, spying my anxious erection and reached back, taking it in her hand and stroked it gently. Satisfied that I was indeed ready, she moved both hands up to her buttocks and spread them invitingly. Never one to turn down such an invite, I ran the head of my cock up and down, between her moist lips, sliding up on each stroke to anoint her tempting ass.

With a coaxing thrust of her hips, I slipped the tip of my cock in between her welcoming lips. "Hmm, that's nice," she murmured, her head still resting comfortably on the pillow.

Agreeing, I made short, slow thrusts, slowly making my way inward. Britt hummed lightly, her hips in constant motion as though trying to screw herself onto my cock. My hands roamed her back and butt, poking fun occasionally with her puckered star, which pulsed whenever she sensed I was near. Soon they were long deliberate thrusts, my cock glistened in her excretions; "Fuck baby," I moaned, " my cock is so hard, fucking your tight cunt...fuck I love fucking you...god you're so fucking good baby!"

Soon, we both were near the end as small orgasms rolled though her. I liken them to the fore-shocks that occur just before a major earthquake; and now they were coming one after another, I could feel them running up and down my swelling cock as I drove to completion. I felt her fingers on her clit, trying to hasten the cataclysmic event. "Oh fuck," she moaned, "God I love your cock...come on baby, fuck me....give me your cum baby....unh...unh...unh...unh." Britt pushed herself back up, back on all four, driving her cunt onto my cock, my hands on her hips, meeting her stroke for stroke.

"FUCK ME....FUCK ME..." she cried out, her pleas echoing off the walls.

That was the trigger I needed as we locked eyes, willing each other to go first. Finally, I relented as I felt my own ass pucker; "Ah shit, here it comes baby, Ahhhhh!!" and with a final thrust, I planted my seed deep in her furrow, load after load. Our eyes still locked, Britt's climax came just after my initial sowing, her mouth open, gasping and her beautiful eyes now rolled back, only the whites showing. Her body convulsed and her pussy contracted, pulling me deeper with each contraction. Her arms gave out as she passed out, her body still quaking with aftershocks, each breath I took caused her to convulse again.

Finally I found my way out and collapsed beside her, exhausted and too warm to snuggle. I rubbed her back, a little concerned but content just the same. I am a lucky guy and she is indeed, very, very seductive.

**5 a.m. Thursday Morning**

I awoke in my favorite position and hugged her tighter, nuzzling her neck. Unlike yesterday, I was not brain dead and did remember the evening before. Another round of mind-blowing sex with the one I love, followed by a long shower with the requisite hair washing, leg and pussy shaving and a light dinner. We had earlier intended to do a movie night, a porn movie that is, but the earlier romp on the upstairs studio bed had pretty well satisfied that hunger. It didn't stop us however from getting pretty involved while we ignored whatever was on the big screen in the bedroom. My little minx managed to get me aroused enough to park my cock in her nice warm pussy and then fall fast asleep, safe and secure; and that's how we were when we woke.

"Good morning," we mumbled in concert, stretching and griping.

"Can't we just stay in bed all day," she asked as she reached back, trying to capture my morning wood.

"Nothing I would like better," as I kneaded her ass and pushed myself up to a sitting position on the edge of the bed. "But, I have a less understanding boss than you do, so I'm afraid that's out of the question," as I headed to the bathroom.

Britt was close behind, and thankfully let me handle peeing by myself this time. "Yeah,' she said as she rinsed her face, "I've got my boss right where I want him. He lets me use his house, eat his food; basically do whatever I want to do and all I have to do is fuck him senseless and he's under my spell," she giggled.

"Yeah well, so far you've earned your keep. So you have a ten o'clock with the shy redhead, was it Melissa? And then the MG is also due about that time?

"Yep," she said as she tried to grab me as we passed; me on my way to the sink and her to the potty.

I rinsed while she tinkled; girls don't piss, they tinkle, and then we played a little grab-ass while we got dressed for the day. Well I got dressed anyway; her, panties and a crop top.

"So you do get dressed a little more when they deliver a car, don't you?" as I fired up the coffee maker.

"Sometimes," she kidded. "I get pretty good service though when I dress this way. I guess I'll dress a little more business-like when Melissa comes over. That reminds me, I need to download those photos we did last night into a separate folder. I don't want to accidently show her any of our 'special' photos," she emphasized.

"Yeah," I laughed, "photos of me buried in your beautiful ass on the hood of a car might be a bit much for her."

"Hmm, I wish we could have gotten a couple last night. That was a hell of a pussy pounding you gave me; I don't usually pass out like that. Oh, and that lingerie seemed to do the trick, didn't it?"

"Well," as I took her in my arms, "I hate to burst your bubble, and yes, that was a pretty sexy get-up, but really, you could wear an old burlap bag and get my dick hard; you are just that fucking sexy and I love you. Now, give me a kiss, I need to hit the road."

**4 p.m. Thursday**

It had been a busy day which helped it fly by. I didn't even stop for lunch and realized it as I pointed the truck toward home. I also hadn't spoken to my favorite girl all day, so I willed my Bluetooth to work just one more time today and gave the studio a call.

"Red Brick Photography, Britt speaking," came through the tinny sounding earpiece.

"Hi babe," I said.

"Oh, hi lover; sorry, I didn't look at the caller ID."

"No worries; you sounded very professional; I liked it. So, I'm on my way home and realized I didn't have any lunch. How about I take you out somewhere?"

"Hmm, sounds good. I had a thing of yogurt after Melissa left and I've been busy on the computer all afternoon."

"Good; then you think about what you want and I'll be there in about 25 minutes," I said as I dodged the idiot in the Smart Car in front of me; almost had another hood ornament.

"Well," she cooed over the phone, "I know what I want, but it would just have to be an appetizer."

"Well I'm starved, so you may just have to wait until desert. Maybe you can have it with that movie we didn't watch last night," I implied.

"Naughty boy," she giggled. "Well hurry up and get here and I'll go down and put on some clothes."

"Wait," I said, "you aren't still wearing what you had on when I left this morning, are you?"

"No silly, I put on some shorts before the car was delivered and Melissa showed up just as they were leaving, so don't worry I didn't embarrass the company."

I knew better than to question Britt's judgment or actions. She was a smart girl with good business sense and took this all seriously. That's what I loved about her; she could handle herself in pretty much any situation and could switch personalities like you and I turn on a light.

"All right baby, I'll see you in a few. Love you."

"Suck you soon," she giggled, hanging up the phone.

**Dinner at Luigi's**

I got home to find Britt dressed and ready to go. She looked good enough to eat in a short floral sundress with spaghetti straps and another pair of high-heel sandals. Her hair was pulled back in a loose French braid that left her long neck vulnerable. I quickly changed into a decent pair of slacks and polo shirt and we hopped in her car and were off.

Luigi's is a small, family owned place with seating for maybe thirty people and for a Thursday night we were still lucky to get a secluded booth. The food was good, the company better. Our hands were busy under the cover of the linen table cloth as we ate and shared our day.

"So, after they dropped off the car, Melissa drove in in a cute little Porsche. I recognized her from Facebook and waved her on in; she wasn't sure she had found the right place. She's really cute and her hair is a beautiful red or maybe more strawberry blonde. Anyway, she was wearing some really tight jeans and a nice blouse; she has a nice figure. So I briefly showed her the warehouse and the set with the car and then I took her upstairs to the studio." Britt paused to take another sip of Chianti and grabbed an olive from the antipasto plate.