Everybody Needs a Hobby Ch. 29

"Yeah, thanks," I said in a not-so-happy tone. She smiled and then skipped out the door.

** Mid-morning**

Somehow I managed to avoid just going ahead and finishing what Britt had started. More than once, wandering around naked in the kitchen making my breakfast, my mind strayed as I looked around and replayed the many times that more love than food had been made in this room. Britt standing, splayed up against the cold stainless steel refrigerator; me buried deep in her tight ass. Gina, flat on her back, legs up in the air on the island cabinet, my cock pounding away at her hungry snatch. Or little Kate, riding my cock while I sat on the bar stool, my hands gripping her tiny ass, her long black hair flailing wildly as she pounded out multiple orgasms.

Only the ringing of my cell kept me from closing my eyes and just rubbing one out, spewing cum who knows where. I quickly let go of my throbbing hard-on and picked up the phone; "Red Brick Photography, George speaking," I managed to say, sounding somewhat coherent.

"Hey stud," came the sexy voice of my favorite redhead; my cock heard her too.

"Hey Becky," I managed to grunt out as my brain flipped to last week when Becky showed up early to pick up some prints for her Aunt and we ended up naked in the kitchen and I had her bent over the counter, my cock buried deep in her cunt when Britt walked in and caught us in the act. Without a word, my lover stripped off her clothes, vaulted up onto the counter, sat with legs spread in front of Becky and had the redhead eat her pussy while I continued on until I let loose a load that sent Becky into convulsions which triggered Britt to let loose with an expletive-rich orgasm of her own.

"Uh, George baby, are you still there?"

"Huh, oh sorry, my mind just wandered for a bit there. So what can I do for the sexiest redhead in town?"

"Well," she laughed, "I should probably have just talked to Britt about this, because she does handle your social calendar and all. Anyway, it dawned on us, my aunt and I, that you and the girls don't have any real family in town and with Thanksgiving just around the corner, well, we thought we should just invite you all over to have Thanksgiving with us."

"Well that's very nice of you and I think I can say, without much fear of an ass-chewing from my social secretary, that we would be more than happy to join you. Of course, we'll need to bring something and oh; will football watching be allowed?"

"Ha," she said, "Aunt Virginia will have more than one T.V. on and she already has her bets placed for all the games. It'll be all I can do to get her to the table to have dinner."

"That sounds like Ginny," I laughed. "So, I forgot to ask, how did she like those last prints?"

"Not as much as I liked coming to pick them up," she said in a sexy groan. "Aunt Virginia accused me of slipping off and going riding while I was out; I guess I was walking sort of funny. I didn't tell her it was you that rode me; fuck, I can still feel you coming inside me while I had a mouth full of Britt's pussy."

"Yeah, I was just thinking about that too," my hand wrapped around my cock once more. "Back to the photos; were they what Ginny wanted?"

"Oh yeah, they were perfect. We have an ad coming out next week for the holiday and she wanted a couple nice prints for the wall behind the counter from the ad. Anyway," she paused, "So we can count on you for Thanksgiving?"

"We wouldn't miss it and thank Ginny for thinking of us, oh and you too."

"I'll pass it on to Aunt Virginia; she'll be happy to see you guys again...but mostly you." She paused again to let that sink in; "Since the shoot at the ranch and our little video gift to her, she is always asking about you and the girls and whether I've seen you lately. We had dinner a couple nights ago and she may have had one too many glasses of wine; anyway, she started talking about the past, you know, reminiscing about the good old days. It almost got a little embarrassing when she started in on all the fun she had in college and all the boys she'd been with; I mean she started getting real graphic, you know. Well she almost blew it when she was describing this one guy and made a comparison to 'George' and then she blushed and quickly changed the subject. I'm sure she was talking about you."

"Ah Jeez," I moaned, wiping my hand over my face; "Dare I ask what the comparison entailed?"

"Well," she laughed, "Let's just leave it at her fantasizing about how it would be to have 'George' bending her over the hood of a '66 Pontiac instead of her college teams quarterback."

"Oh God," I grimaced, my cock now deflated; "Well maybe there was another George in her class, you know, maybe a big ol' lineman."

"Nice try there stud," she giggled. "I didn't just call to ask about Thanksgiving; I thought you'd like to know that yesterday I finally found where my horny Aunt had filed away those videos. She had them filed about eighteen layers deep in an old folder with ranch documents from when they bought the place."

"Well hell, I guess we knew all along that she had them. So I have to ask, cuz the girls will want to know; how did they turn out?"

"Oh, I've already burned a copy for me and another for you guys, so you'll get to see for yourselves, but yeah, it's pretty fuckin' hot. Katie'll be all over them cuz it's like voyeur porn and I'm sure Virginia's real happy that she upgraded the cameras when she did. Wait until you see some of the close-ups she got when we were up on the loft that last day...Fuck, I'm getting' wet just thinking about it again." I could hear the hitch in her voice and my cock also flashed back to that memorable morning.

"So how about when I stared up at the camera and winked? How did that turn out?" I asked, ignoring my half-hard cock.

"Oh yeah, that's the funniest part," Becky said, her voice back in control. "In the folder, there are a bunch of, what do you call them, screen grabs; you know, where they make a picture out of one of the video frames?"

"Very good," I praised her, "That's basically it; so what about them?"

"Well, I don't know how you do it, or how long it takes to edit them and all that, but she has some real pornographic shots of all of us and then there is one, kind of like a portrait, of you looking up into the camera and winking. I mean it's not dirty or anything, but you look really sexy. I'll bet that if her computer was more private, you'd be her wallpaper."

"Well, that's flattering, I guess. Anyway, I'll let the girls now of your discovery and about Thanksgiving. I know they'll be anxious to see the video."

"Yeah, I'd bring it over tonight but I have to close and the rest of the week we have a lot of inventory coming in for the holidays, so I'm not sure when I'll see you guys next, but at least I have my copy to get off on till then. Shit, I'm so fuckin' horny now; why do you guys have to be all the way across the county?"

"Yeah," I half laughed, "Well if helps you any, I'm standing here naked in the kitchen with a hard-on and no one to do anything with it."

"Ah fuck me," she moaned. "You, me, Britt, in the kitchen last week...fuck...I gotta go...love you..." Click.

I just looked at the phone and smiled.

**Just after noon**

I convinced my cock that I really did need to get some work done and here I sat at my desk in a pair of shorts and a tee, going over the upcoming calendar. The rest of the day was open, but the remainder of the week was just slammed. Since finishing up the construction projects for my ex-employer, who was now enjoying life on a tropical island somewhere, the photography business had really taken off...Thank God! We'd finished up the car calendar and I was expecting to get my advance copy any day now. It had turned out very well and the publisher was already talking about a couple projects for next year.

The private pics we took during the same shoot were residing on the computer and multiple back-ups. I wasn't sure what we would eventually do with them, but every so often, I would pull them up and scroll through them, bringing up some early cock-stiffening memories. Beautiful cars, beautiful naked women and mind-blowing sex...good times!

Back to the calendar, I looked at what was on for tomorrow and I saw I had some portraits to shoot for a local television news program. Every so often, they like to change up their publicity shots and with the holidays coming, it was that time again. I looked at the list and the shoots were scattered throughout the late morning and early afternoon.

They were the anchors, a good looking middle-aged man that had been in the business for a while and his co-anchor, a beautiful woman whose age I dare not guess, who I'd seen covering the local news for a number of years. She had a beautiful smile, just a bit crooked, and lips that looked like they'd be fun to kiss.

Next was the rather obnoxious sports guy, who if you asked me over a couple of beers at the local sports bar, I really didn't think much of. Pompous and carrying enough weight to make a blocker happy, I thought it was probably a waste of time and money to try to make this guy look any more appealing, but what the hell, I like a challenge.

Lastly there was the weather girl...excuse me, the meteorologist. As on nearly every local network, this meteorologist was a real looker. No more than 22 or 23, she was a buxom, and I do mean buxom blonde with short hair and the cutest little button nose. I have no idea how tall she is, because, well you know, you never can tell on T.V. and I'll admit I was anxious to meet her. On more than one occasion while watching the evening news, Britt said that she'd do the weather girl in a heartbeat.

The phone rang just as my mind was constructing the fantasy of my girl ravishing the big-titted weather girl on the set of the evening news; "Red Brick Photography, George speaking."

"Is this George, that handsome stud that takes all those beautiful pictures of cars and naked women?"

She almost had me fooled; I couldn't nail down the accent, but Britt was evidently calling from inside a trash can because even as she talked softly, her voice echoed in my ear; I decided to play along. "Uh, this is George, the owner of Red Brick, can I ask who's calling?"

"Well, my name is Victoria, but my friends call me Vicky and I hope we can be friends." Her accent and demeanor never faltered; this girl was really something.

"Okay, Victoria...err, Vicky, what can I help you with?

"Well, an acquaintance of mine told me about you and she showed me some examples of your work and, well I wanted to talk to you about securing your services for some, well, for some pictures that I'm thinking about having done." Britt was doing an Oscar-worthy job and I was more than willing to play the co-starring role.

"So Vicky, what would be the subject matter of the work? Are we talking business or personal photos?"

"Well," she paused slightly, I could hear the gears turning; "I guess you'd call it a little of both. You see, I fancy myself a bit of an artist, I paint, oils mostly. It's more of a hobby right now, but many people think I'm quite good, so I'm playing with the idea of turning my hobby into a business as it were." This was all sounding a bit familiar, as it was the same path I had taken in the not-so-distant past.

"So how can I help you?" I asked, "I'm not very handy with a brush," I kidded.

"Oh," she giggled and I now knew for sure that it was Britt on the other end. "I guess I should explain. I paint mostly people, you know, portraits and such, and I'm not all that fast and I can't have my models sitting around posing for me, so I usually just use photographs to work from."

"Okay, that makes sense," I replied, "but you don't really need that good a photograph to work from, I wouldn't think. Not that I wouldn't like to work for you, but couldn't you get a good enough image shooting it yourself?" I was having fun now, waiting to see where my playful lover would take this.

"Yes, well, on this particular series of paintings I'm thinking of, they'll be more like self-portraits."

"Again," I said, "I'm not trying to chase away a client, but couldn't you just shoot yourself posing in a mirror? People do it all the time and admittedly, it's not what I would call a professional approach, but I think it would be sufficient for what you are talking about." I heard her let out an exhausted sigh; I had her on the ropes.

"Honestly," she said with a bit of resignation in her voice, "Even though I teach art at the university, I'm not all that creative when it comes to poses and such. Whenever I work with a model, it seems that they look, well, posed, not natural. I've seen some of your work and, well, I have to admit, you make the women look so natural and comfortable and that's what I'm looking for. And since I am also the model, I don't know, it just seems like it would be easier to have you set the poses for me."

"Well, I guess that makes perfect sense, so when would you like to do this? I happen to be looking at my calendar right now."

"Before we set anything up, I should tell you a few other things," she said with some well placed trepidation in her voice. "Firstly," she said, taking a deep breath, "The paintings will be nudes and well, some quite graphic and detailed."

"Okay," I replied cautiously.

"Also, I would like to bring a male into some of the work...also nude. Is that a problem?"

"Not at all," I answered confidently, "Male, female, it's all about the picture."

"Well," she paused again, "Like I said, what I have in mind is fairly graphic and uh, how can I explain it, sexy but sexual, erotic but certainly not pornographic. Does that make any sense?"

"Yes," I played along, "we've done similar projects in the past."

"Yes, well I've seen some of those that you have done also, along with some that were, well how do I put it, quite erotic and highly sexual. In fact, that brings me to my next concern; well not really a concern so much as a request. I don't know if it is appropriate that I even ask, but if I don't ask, then I guess I'll never know the answer."

"Firstly," I replied, "I don't want you to be afraid to ask me anything; I'm pretty sure you won't surprise me. Second, can I ask who recommended us and where you saw some of our work? If you really saw the type of photos I think you're talking about, then this person must be a really good friend of yours, because everything we do is confidential unless we have a signed release and as far as I know, nothing of the nature you are describing has ever been public."

"Yes, well, if you must know, the person that showed me some examples of your work is a student of mine. And that brings me to the question I don't really know how to ask, but here goes...would you consider being my male model?"

I paused for dramatic effect and I could visualize Britt on the other end, just eating up the fact that so far, she was getting away with her little charade. "I'm flattered that you would want me as a model, but honestly, I'm not that special and I'm not sure that I want my likeness, nude or otherwise hanging in a gallery somewhere."

"Oh, I'm sorry," and I could hear the enthusiasm in her voice, really getting into character; "I should have explained earlier. These are more like body studies; there are not any faces, or heads for that matter. In all honesty, I've never thought my honest-to-god portraits were all that lifelike. I have had a lot of students that put me to shame in that category. No, I'm more interested in the parts and pieces and well, from what I have seen, you have some very nice pieces." I was really impressed as I could almost hear my girl blush over the phone.

"So," I said, anxious to see how she would follow my lead; "Exactly what pieces did you think were so nice?"

"Oh, oh...I...well yes, I guess that...well I was quite impressed by your back, so muscular and a perfect shape, you know, narrow at the waist and broad at the shoulders."

"Anything besides my back?"

"Well, your abs look quite nice, a bit of a six-pack as they say, but not overly developed. I'm sorry, was that alright? I'm not saying that you aren't fit, no; to the contrary, you look fabulous, and your co..." she said haltingly; "I mean your uh, well your penis is, well, it's beautiful."

"Okay," I said, trying not to laugh or maybe applaud; "So if I agree to the shoot, what kind of poses or situations do you have in mind? And now that I think about it, and not that I worry about the photographs getting out, but since you're not using the faces in the final product, would it be okay to just Photoshop the faces out of the photos?"

"Oh, well," she answered, sounding a bit flustered by my questions; "Yes, I guess that you can take the faces out of your pictures, although from what I saw, it would be a shame to do it to yours, I mean, you're quite handsome. But yes, I understand, if it makes you more comfortable, then you could make the pictures anonymous; at least as far as your face goes;" and I heard a muffled giggle. She continued, "As far as the type of poses I have in mind, well, I'm relying on you for the final placement, but I have in mind to show the male and female forms in more, shall we say, heightened states of sexual arousal."

"Oh," I said bluntly, "So I'll have to have a hard-on for all the shots?"

"Well yes," she said curtly, trying to put a professional spin on the conversation; "That's putting it a bit crudely, but yes, you should be in an aroused state."

I looked at the clock and I couldn't quite believe how long we had been carrying on, so I figured I'd see how quickly I could make her crack. "So, you said that you are going to be the female model?"

"Well yes; I can assure you that I have a quite adequate build for what I have in mind." She sounded almost indignant; offended that I would even imply she wouldn't be model appropriate; god she is good.

"So if I'm to be, what was it, in an aroused state; then I take it you will be in a similar state; you know, pussy wet, nipples erect, that kind of thing?" It hurt not to laugh and I could just imagine Britt's face at the moment.

"Well I never... I mean, I do, yes, well erect and...wet...yes...well of course, I'm striving for realism." I couldn't tell whether I really had her flustered or if she was really that good an actress.

"Okay, so let me just walk through this and make sure we're both on the same page here, okay?" I imagine she nodded and I continued; "So it'll just be the two of us, the male and female models and I'll also be the photographer for both of us?"

"Yes."

"Okay, I'm not sure you've thought it all through, but I do have a very discreet remote shutter release that I can use when I'm shooting myself. I'm not sure how we will pull off the posing, but I'm guessing we can shoot wide as sharpness and definition probably isn't that important in this case."

"Yes, well, I do want the pictures to be crisp and clear. I may have to blow them up quite large to get the detail I want."

"Well, I guess I could set up the shots and you could bracket and frame the shot and shoot it yourself; that would probably work and we wouldn't need the remote."

"Yes, well," she stuttered, "I think we'll need the remote for some of the shots."

"I don't understand," I replied, stifling a snicker.

"Well, both male and female will be represented in some of the paintings, so we'll need to pose together,"' she said with authority.

"Naked?"

"Well yes, that's the point," she replied.

"And excited?"

"Well, yes."

"Hard cock and wet pussy?" I said, determined to break her shell.

"Well err, yes, I suppose; for realism and all," she replied in what I interpreted as an excited stutter.

"How close do you envision some of these poses being, "I queried; "And will there be close-ups? I'll need to make sure I have the proper lenses on hand."