The Photo Shop - Delving Further

(The third in a weekly series)

The Photo Shop -- Delving Further

In the photo shop the next day everything was warm and nice. With Sue not in on a Saturday, Sammy and Luna had time with each other. There was a bond they now had. Luna had been fully nude for him. He'd touched her. They'd made a connection. She knew when Sammy looked at her, it was with x-Ray vision, he knew exactly what was under her clothes.

"Do you want to take more photos of me?" Luna asked as they cleaned up after locking at five. "I can take my clothes off if you want."

Sammy stopped and smiled.

"I want," he said with joy. "But I need to get back home. My mother is over, and she and Sue... they don't get on too well left alone."

"Oh."

"But..."

"Yes?"

"Maybe... I could touch again, for a little bit?"

Luna bit her bottom lip and nodded. They held hands and moved into the office, away from the storefront windows. Sammy stepped in close and undid the buttons on her white shirt, pulling it down and off. When he undid the bra and threw it away, he didn't just touch them, he gorged on those gorgeous young breasts with his mouth. Sammy sat on the chair with Luna standing before him, and he kissed and sucked and mauled on her. Sammy sucked her nipples like he was trying to get milk from them. Luna gasped at the attention, running her hands through his hair as he mouthed and squeezed her breasts.

"I love your tits," Sammy said, slowing, licking, and sucking more gently. "I wish we had more time. I need to go."

"It's okay," Luna said, delighted with the new experience.

Truthfully, Sammy was happy for the need to go. He was a heartbeat away from throwing away caution, undoing her jeans, and sending her home pregnant. It took every amount of willpower to again stop himself.

"Come tomorrow," he said, licking around her nipple. "There's a shoot. Sue will be here, though it's not a sexy one, just a high school couple doing a pair shoot. But I'll tell Sue I want her to teach you make-up and lighting. Then at least I'll get to be near you before all the way to next Friday. It will be nice having these tits nearby."

"Okay. Sure," Luna nodded. "What time?"

"Morning shoot. Nine-thirty."

"Okay."

Sammy sucked and squeezed until he could hear his phone ringing out in the shop. That would be Sue, wondering where he was.

When Luna went to bed that night she moved her fingers back and forth from her slit to her mouth, wetting and sucking her fingers over and over. Inside still felt plain, but along her slit and rolling her clit made her whimper. Did her pussy taste better than ice cream?

The Sunday shoot was clean and wholesome fun. The couple was coming to the end of high school, just like Luna. She was blonde, cute, and bubbly, he was tall, dark, and serious. They wanted a memorial shoot because they applied to study on different sides of the country. The photos were part-funded by their parents, so they could be adult but not sexy. The shots were of dancing and holding and kissing and laughing. It was fun. Sue genuinely taught Luna lighting and make-up, face, and body. She explained the wardrobe and how to wear some of the complicated pieces like graduation gowns, pageant sashes or cummerbunds and bow ties.

There was hardly a moment that Luna and Sammy weren't checking if the other one was checking them out. If safe, a smile, a nod, a light touch, and just once in the costume room Sammy managed to safely feel her up. He put a hand into her front, inside Luna's bra to have a lingering feel of her right breast and nipple - and his other hand down the back of her loose shorts to have his first feel of her gorgeous backside.

But otherwise, everyone played their part to turn in a great shoot. By lunchtime, they were all out and on their way. Sue was impressed that Luna didn't want to be paid for the hours and that she appreciated the chance to be trained. And touched, she didn't say.

"That girl is s godsend," Sue told Sammy on the way home. "It's so nice not to be chained to the store anymore, I can get out and do things. We need to find her more photo work, help that family out."

"The only work on the list is from Bully. And we haven't got any takers for that."

"She's not ready for that," Sue said. "There has to be something else out there we can get. Give Marj a call?"

"Okay. I will," Sammy nodded.

The girl from the Sunday shoot was Christina. She came in on Wednesday to pick up the final product, a package of framed photos and prints and albums they had chosen online, as well as all the shots on a memory stick.

"You are bright and bubbly," Sammy said after they talked for a while.

"Thank you," Chrissy grinned.

"I tell you what, let's do you a portfolio shoot. Just a quick and simple one you can take with you when you go. Never know, it might help get you some work, part-time cash when you're studying."

"Really?" Chrissy said brightly. "You can do that?"

"Of course, it's what we do."

"How much does it cost?" she pondered.

"First one free!" Sammy told her. "But if you get some bites for modeling jobs, and you want to do a full portfolio, you have to promise to come back home and do it here. Then I'll charge you a fortune. Deal?"

"Yes. Thank you!"

Chrissy came over the next day, scheduled to arrive as the shop was closing. Sue had left at four, taking the long drive to her mother's house for her birthday dinner. Sammy managed to slip out of the trip. He was no more a fan of her mother as Sue was of his, i.e. he didn't like her at all.

"Come in, come in," Sammy smiled. "Okay, the first thing on a portfolio is your particulars. Write your name and contact details here, please. And what are your measurements?"

"I don't know," Chrissy shrugged.

"Okay, fill that out and we'll measure you."

Sammy put Chrissy up against the wall chart.

"Five foot eight."

He took the tape to her hips.

"Thirty-two inches."

Her waist.

"Twenty-three inches. Wow, that's impressive."

At Chrissy's bust he didn't hesitate to wrap the tape around, and she didn't flinch either.

"Thirty-two inch. What cup are you?"

"C, usually."

Sammy took the form and filled it in.

"Eyes blue, of course," he laughed. "Hair honey blonde, shoulder-length, wavy. Are you shaved?"

Chrissy looked confused. "Shaved?"

"Between your legs."

Her eyes widened and she shook her head.

"Okay, I'll put no."

"So, let's think about your shoot. We'll start with a white t-shirt and jeans. Come through, out back. You can change in the costume room. There are a series of white t-shirts on the shelving, and jeans on the racks. Find ones that fit you, are not too loose, are a good tight fit, and leave your socks off. You can close the door and change. Leave your clothes on the chair."

When Christina came out she was a beauty, no doubt, but very much standard, Sammy thought. Chrissy was a classic girl-next-door. Maybe there could be work for her, but he imagined any client would have a lot of choices of girls just like her. Even so, he taught her simple poses and used make-up, lighting, and angles to show her in the very best light.

"Okay, this time it's your choice. I want you to go into the costume room and find something entirely of your own choice. Anything. My only criterion is that it fits you well, nothing loose."

"Really?" Chrissy smiled. "That will be difficult."

"Take your time," Sammy said genuinely. "No rush at all."

While he waited, Sammy sifted through Luna's photos from his private files. Wow, he sighed. That young woman had an x-factor. What a nude. And to have those eyes, on that naked body, perfection.

"Will this be okay?" Chrissy asked.

"Wow," Sammy said, surprised. She had chosen the elegant Burberry dress, perhaps the most expensive piece of clothing in there. "That's a great choice. You look gorgeous. Your hair color with Burberry, it's perfect. Wow."

There was nothing sexy about how Christina looked, it was pure youthful elegance. And the dress fit brilliantly. Sammy dug out some simple heels and his enthusiasm for the outcome of the shoot grew. He had her pull off the greatest fifties-style poses, leaning back, showing off her hair and her eyes, and her smile.

"This is really good," Sammy said, showing the photos on his laptop. "So next up, definitely going to let you choose the next outfit. Something sexy this time, what do you think? Are you up for that?"

"Sure," Chrissy said, swept along by the attention and flattery. As she changed, Sammy looked through the first set of photos, then the second. Maybe they should leave out the jeans and t-shirt combo and start the portfolio with the dress?

"How about this?" Chrissy asked.

Sammy turned and nodded.

"You make great choices," he said.

Christina was in a baseball shirt and had put her white bobby socks back on. And that was it.

"What team is this?" she asked.

"I have no idea," Sammy smiled. "But the white with pinstripes suits you. And this one, we'll shoot by the bed."

Sammy could feel an erection coming on, it was all he could do to will it away.

The shirt was long on her and so the first series of photos showed Chrissy's leg, but not super sexy.

"We need to find a way to naturally get the shirt to ride up higher, can you stand in that doorway and hold the top of it, can you reach?"

"Just," Chrissy said.

It worked, Sammy could get much more thigh, almost to where her panties were, but the pose looked awkward.

"Try putting one knee up on the bed, and actually hold the shirt up, purposely showing your thighs, cheekily."

It almost worked, but again it was too awkward.

"Perhaps lean on the arm of the sofa?" Sammy suggested.

They looked at the photos together afterward. They were gorgeous shots, Chrissy was beautiful in them.

"But not sexy," Sammy opined.

"Shall I go find something else?" Chrissy suggested.

"No. I like the look of this shirt on you. Can we perhaps...?"

"What?"

"Would you mind undoing the buttons?"

"All of them?"

"Would you mind?"

"I can try," Chrissy said nervously.

Sammy reached over and undid them for her, all the way to the bottom. He pulled the sides apart, looking down at her bra, body, and panties. They weren't very sexy, but at least they matched.

"Let's try the doorway again, but this time holding one side, not the top?"

The result was much better. When Chrissy reached out, it created a gap, showing down the front of her body and her legs wholly running up to her panties. It was much better. They took several poses, then looked at the snaps.

"Gee," Chrissy said. "I've not seen myself like that before."

"Beautiful, right?"

"It's your camera, your photography. Seems unreal," Chrissy deflected the flattery.

"Can I make one suggestion?" Sammy said.

"Sure."

"Do you mind if we get rid of the bra? If we had these shots without the strip of the white bra between the sides of the shirt, it would look much sexier, but without having to show your breasts, if you know what I mean?"

Chrissy nodded. "You want me to take it off?"

"If you don't mind?"

"Umm, I guess we can try."

Chrissy went into the costume room and returned without her bra. Sammy put her through the same poses. It had a much edgier sexiness to it, seeing her in just the shirt, panties, and socks.

"Lean on the side of the sofa again?"

Chrissy couldn't tell the shirt had fallen away, giving Sammy the chance to photograph her bare breasts. Even leaning forward, they completely held shape.

"Okay, kneel on the bed, face me, that's it. Now pull the shirt open to the edge of your nipples. Show me the curves of your breasts. That's it, more. More. There. Hold. And smile. Look happy that you're showing your tits. Great."

Sammy took photos from different angles.

"Okay, now all open. Show me your breasts."

Christina hesitated.

"Show me your tits, Chrissy. Pull the shirt to the side."

Blushing red, Christina pulled her shirt apart, letting Sammy take photos of her breasts from all angles. "Smile, look like you love it. You love showing your tits to guys. That's it, the perfect look. Wow, you are good. Now turn around completely and drop the shirt off your shoulders, halfway down your arms. Perfect. Look back at me. Yes. Smile! Turn this way, let me see the side of your tits."

Sammy moved around so he could get Chrissy and her breasts in profile.

"Okay, let's take a look how the shots are," he said.

Holding her top together, Chrissy stood next to Sammy and took a look at his work on the laptop.

"You are stunning," he said.

"I can't believe how you make me look," Chrissy admitted.

"We can do more," Sammy said.

"More?"

"We can make you look even more stunning. Are you up for it?"

"Ah. Sure, maybe," Chrissy said nervously.

"Take your pants off," Sammy told her.

"You want me to...?"

"Take your pants off."

"Umm... just like that? Here?"

"Pass them to me," Sammy told her.

Chrissy was shaking. She turned away and pulled down her panties, stepping out of them.

"Hand them to me," Sammy said. Chrissy passed them, and he put them in his pocket. "Okay, back in the doorway, but face the other way to start with. Yep, that's it. Lift your arms. Okay, use one hand to pull the shirt up, show me your ass."

Slowly, nervously, Chrissy did as Sammy asked. She wrapped the shirt around her hips showing all of her beautiful bare backside, and when asked she turned to face him, baring her pussy to his camera.

Chrissy leaned on the sofa, lifting her shirt from behind, giving glimpses of her pussy lips. She climbed up on the bed, on her knees, legs spread and the shirt halfway down her arms, her breasts and pussy full-frontal.

"Smile! You love it. You're beautiful. That's it. Oh, gorgeous smile, you're happy. Okay. Hands and knees, turn around. Ass back at me. Open legs. Oh, that's great, can see right into you, perfect. You have a great body. Up, let your tits droop, perfect shot"

Once Sammy's camera had its fill, they took a break, sitting next to each other on the bed.

"How do you feel?" Sammy asked.

"I don't know. Amazing?"

"Yeah?"

"I can't believe I'm doing something like this," Chrissy said, flicking her hair.

"Well, you're well suited. You've got the body for it. The look. The daring."

"You think I should be shaved?" Chrissy asked, running her fingers through her pubic hair.

"No, with fair hair, your pussy looks good like it is. We'll do one more shoot, yeah? You wanna go pick something out?"

"Sexy?" Christina asked.

"Doesn't matter, whatever you wear we'll end up taking it off you."

"Ah...," she said, getting up off the bed and heading to the costume room.

"Hey, hey," Sammy said, "Take this baseball shirt with you, hang it back up, please."

"Okay! You sound like my mom."

When Christina came out she was wearing a fairly simple blue, string-tie bikini.

"Okay, we can make that work," Sammy nodded. "Out round the back, though, we have a summer set."

The set was small but had blues and yellows and deck chairs and a standing umbrella. Bikini poses were easy, especially with a body like Christina's. The blue suited her nicely and the ties made the slow strip perfectly gradual. When she finally dropped the bikini entirely to the floor, Sammy took some power nude shots; ones where Chrissy was hands on hips, legs parted, staring down the camera with her beautiful blue eyes, or alternatively leaning on the wall, ass back, legs parted, staring the camera down with her gorgeous pussy.

"Let's go back to the bed, take some more gentle nudes."

Chrissy picked up the bikini and followed.

Using soft lighting on the white bed, he had Chrissy rolling around the covers as a gentle, delicate nude, showing her curves and beauty. Laying face down, from the side her shape was immaculate, her naked skin flawless.

Sammy put a pillow under her midriff, lifting her ass slightly into the air.

"Open your legs," he told her. "I'm going to touch you a moment, I'm going to pull your pussy lips open, okay."

"Okay," Chrissy mumbled.

She opened her legs wide and let Sammy arrange her labia how he wanted, parting it to show her hole.

"Okay, I need some wetness to get it to glisten. I'm going to dip in to pull some fluid out, okay?"

Chrissy nodded, then gasped as Sammy's middle finger pushed in and swirled around. He drew moisture out and covered her slit, then stepped back to take photographs of it. When Sammy sat and put his finger in her the second time, he didn't ask, he just did it. And he didn't dip in to pull moisture out, he dipped in to give her a proper fingering. Chrissy started to squirm, heating up from the unexpected sex. When Sammy replaced his finger with his face and tongue, gnawing at her pussy from behind and fingering her clit, Chrissy moaned out loud. She lifted her hips to make it easier for him to suck her. Sammy could tell there was no 'no' likely to come if he took things all the way. Indeed, Chrissy 'presented' herself, holding her open pussy up at him and waited patiently while he stood and undid his pants. Sammy's prick fairly melted into Chrissy's wet vagina. It was tight but smooth and slick.

"Oh, you've been fucked before," Sammy grunted as he lifted her hips up to nail her.

"Yes," Chrissy moaned.

"You're smooth. You've been broken in."

"Don't tell... my parents," Chrissy stuttered as Sammy's pelvis pounded her backside. Christina's pussy was slopping madly.

"I'm hardly going to do that," Sammy said to himself.

Sammy had all the time in the world to have sex with the teen, and he took it, photographing the fuck as they went. There was nothing intimate about the way he lay on her or she sat on him or he sucked her breasts and neck as she humped him. Their lips never touched and there was no adoration or affection. Sammy was nailing a gorgeous eighteen-year-old body, and Chrissy was having a life experience with an erotic photographer. Both of them were physically fit with perfectly working sexual anatomy. They fucked for over half an hour, on every set. Chrissy's tits hurt from snapping back and forth, but her silken pussy was still purring when Sammy finally came. He turned her around to spray his seed in her mouth, and smiled to see her struggle to swallow the cum and lick him clean.

"You don't like the taste?"

"Uh-uh," Chrissy shook her head.

They looked through the photos naked, Chrissy's tits in Sammy's hands as she moved the mouse.

"I'll upload them to a cloud folder, then when you've got them, I'll delete them this side."

"You don't want to keep them?" Chrissy asked, standing to push her nude back to his front and he gripped her tits tightly.

"You want me to?"

"Of course. You can have them."

Chrissy turned to face him, and with his hands on her bare ass, they kissed for the first time.

"Do you want to fuck me again?" she asked.

"Now?"

"No, later. Next time."

"You like fucking old man cock?"

Chrissy nodded. "You last a lot longer than my boyfriend. I can enjoy it."

They tongued as they kissed, the thought of continued relations finally creating some affection to go with the sex.

"Not in this town, though. Not here. If you want to be nailed again, we'll meet somewhere else. "

"Sure."

"You really want me to fuck you again?"

"Sure. I'll give it to you," she said squeezing her body against him. "You can do what you want to me."

"Okay, but don't stop fucking your boyfriend, meanwhile. Don't arouse any suspicion."

"Okay," she smiled, "I'll let him in me, too. But it will be quick usually!"

They dressed and parted with loose plans of Sammy bedding her again, although where and when was a mystery. Sammy got home in time to shower before Sue made her way back. He lay in bed thinking about the night. In all his years of photography, he'd never gotten inside the subject, not between her legs. His cock had never come out, nor gone in. Why now? Why her?