Everybody Needs a Hobby Ch. 29

"Well, I guess we have some homework to do," Gina said as she put away the last of the glasses.

"Yeah, I'm way behind on my reading," Kate added. She turned to Britt and gave her a good-night kiss and then I got mine, plus a little extra; her hand resting on the crotch of my shorts, trying to get a rise out of me again. I gave her swat on the butt and sent her on her way. Gina followed suit and after our kiss, she hugged me tight and whispered something that did manage to get my cock's attention. I held her a second or two longer before spinning her and giving her a swat on the ass. She sauntered out of the room with a swagger that would dislocate most people's hips. Britt and I both watched in awe as her butt danced into her room.

Britt looked at me suspiciously; "She seems especially happy and I noticed the big guy here," reaching out and giving my cock a squeeze through my shorts, "seems pretty happy too. Are you sure I don't need to worry about you two?"

I brushed it off by taking her in my arms and kissing her deep. Tongues tangled, hands wandered and pelvises rocked until we were out of breath. "C'mon, let's get you showered and then I owe you a massage."

Britt smiled big and took my hand and dragged me into the bedroom. It was my third shower of the day, but I wasn't going to complain.

***The next morning***

I awoke, right where I should be, spooning my lover, boob in hand and morning wood tucked nicely between her welcoming butt cheeks. Britt purred comfortably as I hugged her just a little closer, last night re-running in my somewhat foggy brain.

After a fairly un-eventful shower, Britt got the massage I had promised her. Smack in the middle of the bed, naked as the day she was born, my lover received my undivided attention. The massage, both therapeutic and sensuous was just what Britt needed and I could feel her muscles relax and the tension leave her glorious body. Meanwhile, my muscles, well, one in particular, was anything but relaxed as I had her on her back and was admiring the landscape as I continued with my work. Nearly done, I looked up at her face, expecting to see the lust in her eyes, but all I saw was her eyelids; she was asleep, deeply asleep.

Giving her a kiss and willing my cock to go to sleep too, I drifted off, not waking until now; and now, I needed to take a leak. I gently pried myself loose with the skill of a surgeon and was standing in front of the throne when a familiar hand snaked around and took my cock away from me.

"Good morning," she mewed, her warm nakedness snuggled against my backside, her warm lips scattering kisses on my back and shoulders.

"And good morning to you," running a hand back until I had a butt cheek well in hand and pulled her tight.

Finished, my love gave it the standard three-shake and then pulled me backwards; "Move it baby, I gotta tinkle too!" Never losing her hold, she spun, flipped the seat down and plopped her sweet cheeks on the cold plastic seat. "We should really get a heated seat," she sighed as she let loose with much more than a tinkle.

I'm not sure why I should feel uncomfortable, standing in front of my girlfriend, both of us naked, my cock in her hand while she peed; but I was, and I guess I fidgeted enough to get her attention and she tightened her grip and stroked my cock ever so slightly. My turn to sigh as I looked down, watching her stare at the end of my cock moving slowly within her grip as she finished. Deftly, she switched hands and grabbed the smallest bit of paper off the roll and delicately dabbed and then reached back and flushed.

I figured we were through and started to back up and give her room to stand, only to have her grip tighten. Looking up at me with those incredible blue eyes, she reigned me in and skipped her tongue over the tip of my now, hard cock. I shivered at the sensation and then froze as she parted her lips, forming the perfect 'O'. She sensed something and asked," Something wrong?"

"Well," I stuttered and then kind of pointed down and then over toward the sink.

"What?" she asked, the frustration coming through clearly.

"Uh, well, I just peed, so shouldn't I, well, you know...clean..?"

Britt rolled her eyes and managed to conceal a light grin. She looked at the cock in her hand and lifted it up, doing a thorough inspection and then back at me; "Did you manage to slip it up my ass last night without me noticing?"

"No, but..."

"And it's been in bed with us all night, not wandering the halls and getting into who knows what kind of mischief?"

"Yeah, well..."

"Well," she moaned, annoyed, "I've got to leave early for school, so do you want me to suck your cock or not?"

I closed my eyes and made like I was giving up; lost the battle, "Yeah, well...Holy Shit!" I looked down and the blonde bombshell had taken me deep in the first round. Her tongue played with my balls as I felt the tip of my cock at the back of her throat and she swallowed, essentially jacking me off with the muscles in her throat. I grabbed her head to keep from falling over and before I had time to really enjoy myself, I felt my cock lose the fight, jettisoning copious amounts of cream down my lover's throat. I was light-headed and she held me tight, humming, her fingers digging into my ass cheeks, until she drained my completely and my internal gyroscope was back on line. Slowly she released me, cleaning as she went.

"So was that okay?" licking her lips before giving my cock a farewell kiss and standing up in front of me.

"I'd loved to have lingered a bit longer, but yeah, that was pretty fuckin' okay!" I pulled her to me and gave her a deep kiss which took longer than the blow job she'd just administered. Panting to catch her breath, her blue eyes black with want, the aroma of her arousal in the air, she glared at me and gritted her teeth before turning her back to me. She placed her hands on the wall above the toilet and spread her long legs. Her pussy glistened and her puckered star winked.

"Fuck me," she growled, looking over her shoulder and then glancing at the small clock on the counter; "Fuck me damn it...fuck me hard!"

I nodded and stepped up behind her, grabbing her hips and placing the tip of my still hard cock at her door. Her pussy lips flared with excitement and my cock easily slipped in. "Ahhh...yeah," she moaned, pushing her ass to me, taking my cock to the root. "I love this fucking cock," she moaned, rotating her hips until she was satisfied that she had all of me.

"C'mon baby, fuck that pussy," rocking her ass up and down. I tightened my grip and went to town, long, deep strokes. "Uh, uh, uh...yeah...fuck...fuck...uh...faster...yeah...fuck..." She moaned with each stroke of my rigid tool.

I shifted my hold, grabbing her ass tighter and spread her cheeks. Her asshole pulsed with each thrust of my cock. Gathering up a generous amount of saliva, I leaned slightly and aimed for her pink target. "Ah Christ!" she moaned when she felt the deposit land perfectly and she looked over her shoulder at me once more, daring and pleading with one look.

Our eyes never parted, my cock never slowed, as I introduced my thumb to her ass. Britt gritted her teeth and her pussy tightened as my thumb sank into the confines of her hot ass. I slowly stroked my cock and thumb in parallel and her body shook as her first orgasm rolled through her. Britt moaned loud as she pushed the top of her blonde head against the wall and braced herself, her body tight as a fiddle string; "Fuck me baby," moaning. "Fuck my pussy...fuck my ass...fuck me...fuck me...fuck...fuck...fuck," she cried, her climax taking control.

I never slowed, my thumb and cock driving my lover to the brink. Like the crack of a whip, the big one struck. Her ass clamped down on my thumb while the walls of her pulsing puss rippled down my length, drawing me as deep as possible. Her juices washed over my cock as she groaned until she felt my cock give it up one last time, spewing forth what little it held in reserve. I grabbed her hips tighter and hung on until we both returned to some stage of normalcy.

I looked down as I slowly left the comfort of her warm sex, my cock wet with her love. Britt moaned, feeling empty, her tired ass gaping slightly. I pulled her upright and hugged her from behind, kissing her neck and nibbling at her ear. "Damn it, I really need to go," she complained, turning and taking my lips once more. We held each other for a couple more minutes before giving in to the inevitable. We stood before our separate sinks and snuck peeks at each other in the mirror, snickering as we cleaned up and brushed our teeth.

"Well, I guess you can get a couple more hours sleep if you want," she said as she rummaged around for the day's apparel; "just remember that you have those four shoots to do today for those news people. Your first is the older guy at nine, his co-anchor at ten, that annoying sports clown at eleven and the weather girl couldn't get here until one, so I guess you get a long lunch." She was nearly dressed and looked hot in her tight jeans and one of the western-type blouses from our ranch shoot. She sorted through her seemingly un-ending collection of footwear before opting for a pair of red boots that she slipped over the legs of her jeans.

"You look hot, baby" I said, still naked as I sat on the edge of the bed. She smiled a she did a small turn and checked herself out in the full-length mirror.

"Thanks, babe," she said as she sauntered over and leaned down to give me a parting kiss. Looking down at my lap, she sighed; "I really think I should just quit school," reaching for me.

I intercepted her and held her hand to the my cheek, kissing her wrist; "I'd never get anything done if you were here all day distracting me, so get your sweet butt out of here and let me get a couple more hours of sleep." With that, I turned her and gave her a playful slap on the ass and she giggled her way out of the door and I crawled back under the sheets.

*** 9 a.m. ***

Right on time, a black Mercedes cautiously rolled through the big door of the warehouse/studio. I'd just come down the stairs from the office and waved him in toward the backdrop that we'd be using today.

"Good thing your girl described your set-up here when she gave me the address or I'd have bet I was in the wrong spot," he said as he stepped out of his luxury car. "Barry," he introduced himself, extending his hand; "George, good to meet you," I replied.

Barry did a quick 180 of the building; "Interesting place you've got here."

"Thanks," I replied as I gestured toward the background; "It's still a work in progress. I actually live here," nodding toward the far corner. "I have some friends who run their on-line store from there," nodding toward another corner. "The rest is dedicated to the photo business."

"Well, you certainly have room to grow," he remarked. "So, you and our art director have it all figured out?"

"Yeah," not sure what he knew or if he even cared; "Basically, the idea is to take a number of shots of you against the neutral background and then we'll layer whatever backgrounds they want. It'll look like you're at these various locations, but we'll just photographically transport you where ever you need to be."

"Kind of like 'Star Trek'," he smirked; "Wouldn't that be sweet?"

"Yeah, really... well if you're ready? Oh, and did you bring a couple of different shirts or jackets? We're just doing portrait-type shots, from the waist up."

"Got it covered," he replied, nodding toward his car. "Will this do for the first round?" gesturing to himself.

"Perfect," I replied; "the real work takes place on the computer later on."

The shoot went quickly; Barry was a pro having spent untold hours in front of a camera doing the evening news and he was out the door thirty-five minutes after he'd arrived. I was scrolling through the shots that had been wirelessly transferred to the laptop when another Mercedes, this one bright red, crept into the cavernous building. "I guess I need to think about signage or something," I said to myself, out-loud again, shaking my head as I waved my next client in.

I could see the relief on her face when she saw the background and the lights; "I wasn't sure I was in the right place," said the pretty brunette as she stepped out of her car.

"Yes, sorry, I was just thinking that I need to think about better signage. I'm George by the way," extending my hand.

"Margo," she said, taking my hand; "Very nice to meet you." An accent I didn't hear when I watched her on the news caught my attention.

"Likewise, and not to sound corny, but I am a fan. I watch your newscasts whenever I get the chance," I said somewhat sheepishly.

"Well, thank you," she said with a slight blush to go with her beautiful smile. "I have to admit, I am a fan of yours also. I checked you out," the blush deepening as she backpedaled; "I mean I went to your website and you do some beautiful work."

"Well, thank you very much," nodding in appreciation. "I assume that you know what we're doing as far as the shooting goes; just doing some portrait shots and then layering them into backgrounds."

"Yes," she said as she reached into the back seat and pulled out a few hangers with various blouses and such; "and I'm looking forward to your making me beautiful," she winked as she hip-checked her door closed.

"That's not going to be a tough feat to pull off," I said, feeling comfortable with her almost instantly, returning the wink.

"Well thanks for that," she said as she quickly picked up on the rolling clothes rack next to the folding screen which served as a changing area. "You've obviously never been subjected to the merciless honesty of high-definition television. There are no ways to hide your shortcomings at 1080p," she chortled as she hung up her clothes. "Trust me," she said, turning back to face me; "It's not a good morning to be around me when I wake up to find a zit on the end of my nose." She wrinkled that cute nose and then broke out in a sultry kind of laugh.

"Okay then," I said, clearing my throat and turning from her stare so that I could get my bearings back. It kind of felt like she was flirting but if she was, it was deceptively subtle and I was now on guard. "Let's start with what you have on now and we'll get through this pretty quickly."

She gave me a knowing look and then a very discreet wink, I think, and without coaching, took her place before the background and posed like a pro. We made small talk as we went, most of it directed by her, regarding me and my fledgling business. When it was time for a different look, Margo never bothered with the aptly named modesty screen because evidently, she didn't have any. With her back to me, she would slip off whatever top she was wearing, never dropping the conversation, and allow me plenty of time to ogle her finely sculpted back. Narrow at the waist and properly proportioned shoulder width, it was an enviable back. Her bra, the bit I could see from behind, was nearly the color of her skin, almost invisible from this angle.

With each change, she seemed to have one or two additional buttons to secure after she turned back my way, giving me a progressive tease as to what was hidden beneath those lacy cups; her side profile promised something fairly substantial. During our chatting, I did learn that she was of Norwegian descent, explaining the bit of accent that she was surprised that I had picked up on.

I was admittedly disappointed when we were done with the shoot and Margo sauntered sexily to the rack one last time. She removed her last change and then reached back and expertly popped the clasp on her bra with a single hand. Slipping it over the rack, she paused to, none to covertly, massage her breasts, now free from restraint. She let out a barely audible moan, followed by a whispered giggle, before fetching a spaghetti strap top from the rack and slowly pulled it over her head, wiggling her slacks-covered hips as she began to work her arms through. With intentional precision, she turned just in time to flash me a bit of under-boob and then paused long enough for me to check out her flat tummy, adorned with a cute belly button and a tease of a bit of tattoo that peaked out beyond the waistband of her slacks.

There was a deafening quiet as I blatantly stared, denied any more tattoo viewing, now zeroed in on her erect nipples that struggled to tear the satin-like fabric holding them back. Just as our eyes met, a screeching of rubber broke the silence and a lifted 4-wheel drive truck skidded into the warehouse.

"Drittsekk!" Margo groaned loudly. I later learned her annoyed utterance translated to 'asshole' in Norwegian. I turned to looked at the intruder and then back to Margo; "Dick," she grumbled; "our accurately named sports "expert"," throwing her own version of air-quotes. Gathering her clothes, she continued her mini-tirade, denied whatever may have happened; "Figures it would be DICK," she said with exasperation; "that man has got to be the most annoying, obnoxious person on earth!"

Never a fan of his sports reporting before, I was certainly less of one now. Not that I thought anything would come of our flirting, but a guy can dream, can't he? I stepped over to the rack to help her with her clothes and with our back to our intruder; Margo leaned into me and whispered, "I may want to talk to you about some more, how shall I put it, some more intimate pictures? Is that something you would be interested in?"

"Uh, yeah," I stuttered, fumbling with the clothes on the rack; "I'd be more than happy to do something, ah...I mean, we'll gladly do whatever you want...uh, well, you know what I mean," my face now surely a deep shade of red.

"Yes," she said in a sultry tone, "I think we're on the same wavelength, so" turning and walking toward her car; "I'll give you a call sometime soon?"

"Yes, that will be fine; I look forward to it," I managed without stumbling. I waited while she leaned into her backseat, admiring the view and then handed her the rest. Graciously taking her time, she straightened back up and closed the rear door and opened the driver door and gracefully slid in behind the wheel. I closed the door behind her and she rolled the window down, handing me a business card.

"Here's all my info," she said. "I'd appreciate it if you could send me a couple of today's shots, the one's you like best; oh, and on the back is my cell number...I don't give that to just anyone," she said with a sexy smile.

"Well, I'm honored and I'll definitely send you a couple proofs." The big oaf of a sportscaster fumbled out of his truck and was rummaging around in the back seat, making a racket as Margo tugged on the front of my shirt and pulled me down to the open window and planted a quick kiss on my lips before she started the car, giving me a quick wink as she pulled a u-turn headed for the exit.

Thankfully, Dick's shoot was a quick one as the big, sloppy guy only brought three shirts, probably the only three he owned. He never stopped talking and I didn't hear a word as Margo played with my brain. Operating on cruise control, I had the blustering buffoon heaving himself back into his testosterone-fueled monster truck and out the door in record time. As his tail lights cleared the doorway, I glanced at my watch and had a near panic attack and I raced to the laptop; "There's no way!" I chastised myself out loud; sure that there was no way in hell that I had taken enough shots of jock wannabe for the job. I breathed a heavy sigh of relief as I scrolled through a decent amount of shots in varying poses and even given the limits in the wardrobe department, I was happy with the way they turned out.

** Around 12:30 in the afternoon **

I'd made a quick sandwich for lunch and was at my desk going over this morning's shots when a familiar engine noise filled the building; Kate was home. I looked at the time on my phone and noted that it was still a half hour before my next appointment, the well-endowed weather-girl; oh yeah, excuse me, meteorologist, was to arrive. I just shook my head, not surprised that Katie had snuck out early to get a chance to meet the minor celebrity.