The Photo Session.
The Photo Session.
At last I achieved to convince her. . . of posing to take photographs. . . I'm excited.
Everything has to be perfect and I prepare the study in advance, I check every detail. A sofa, two chairs, a table, impeccable carpet, lamps for lighting, fan for effects of movement, I check the two cameras, the support for the camera, the stopped. Do I have enough batteries for the cameras?
In the executive refrigerator I have several beers, also, as I invited her to have hamburgers prepared by me, (they are perfect), I must have the ingredients ready, so I prepared and cooked the meat, the bacon, I bought the bread and took the mayonnaise, prepared by me, tomato sauce, chopped onions, sliced tomatoes in circles, salt, fresh lettuce and ready. I review everything again and I am satisfied with my preparation.
I call her, she tells me that she is still busy, doing a review of one of her businesses, where they are giving her accounts. I take a deep breath and tell her not to worry, I can wait. While I am filled with anguish thinking that I can leave planted.
Restless I turn on the TV, but there is nothing to see. . . I can not concentrate. 45 minutes have passed, I do breathing exercises that are not having the calming effect I expect, I look at the clock again and it is at the same time. . . Could it be that it was damaged ?. . . I already have trouble breathing. . . Ten more minutes and I'm already thinking of dining alone. . . Anger begins to take hold of me!
The phone rings. . . it's her, I do not allow her to speak and I tell her that I'm about to get her, I do not want her to give me an excuse not to do the photo shoot. I go out like a cyclone and drive in despair because he told me it ended in about 15 minutes and I want to be there when she leaves.
Finally I turn the corner and see her. . . In that instant I feel relief. . . it is there. I am paralyzed by so much beauty. His medium-long, straight, black hair, his soft brown skin and his smile, with perfect teeth, that illuminate, his black eyes, his elastic body, walking leonine, with style. . . It is there.
>I approach and open the car door, so that it get on the car. I was about to go down and open the door while standing, but I did not want to look very anxious, as I really felt. She goes up and smiles at me. "I'm sorry, I made you wait, but, it was important to finish reviewing these accounts." To which I reply: "Do not worry, the important thing is that we are already there and we can comply with what was agreed".
We continued talking about inconsequential things until we got to the studio, I parked the car and climbed the two floors up the stairs, it allowed us to get ahead so we could admire those hips and that beautiful ass, which takes your breath away.
We went in, I offered her a beer and we kept talking animatedly, I try to be charming. I take the camera and I begin to photograph it, I ask that we continue talking, so that everything is as natural as possible.
After a while, I ask him to change his clothes, behind the stop, to put on something lighter. There is a somewhat transparent blue blouse that combines perfectly with the tight jeans has wearing. I ask her for different poses on the chairs, on the sofa and I enjoy each photo, her image fills each of my senses, I feel a sense of timelessness, I am floating.
I suggest removing the bra, which looks at me accusative and offers a bit of resistance. . . but he agrees and we continue concentrating on poses, photos and I on her nipples. Wonderful!
Now she asks me for another beer and I please her, I ask her to turn, I put different lighting and I enjoy that show, with the fixed camera I take pictures of front, while I walk around with the handheld camera, taking all its angles.
I require her to change again and put on fine lingerie that is ready, once again he looks at me with disapproval and tells me that it makes her feel uncomfortable. . . I keep silent. . . she goes behind the stop and changes again.
When showing, my heart beats fast, before the sight of that show of woman in intimate clothes, once again I breathe deeply and without talking I concentrate on poses and photos, I notice that she does not take her eyes off me and I wonder what changed In her mind. Could it be that he is plotting something? Inevitably I start to have an erection, which cannot hide, his now penetrating gaze does not lose me a second, this causes me more excitement and makes a bulge that keeps growing.
More than an hour ago the photo session started, she asks me for a third beer and I ask her to remove her bra, with a seductive look and an almost imperceptible movement the bra falls to the floor, I can no longer hide the erection and I must "accommodate" the member, even inside the pants.
I keep taking photos, while I try to stop the desire to caress her nipples and those dreamy breasts displayed before my eyes. Now there are no words, only looks.
Now I require her to cover her breasts with both hands so that the photos are sensual, without being pornographic and I approach to tell her how to place her hands and in that action my fingers brushed her breast. . . her eyes do not lose sight of me. . . my hands they tremble. . . just a touch and I feel I have reached heaven.
I say: "Stand facing the wall". . . "Take off your blúmer" and with those magic words the blúmer rolled down her magnificent legs, being completely naked. I continue to take pictures and make it turn again, this time in front of me. Now I ask her to cross her forearm in front of his body to cover the nipples and with her free hand to cover her most intimate parts and I continue photographing, I approach her to indicate how to place her hand, I perceive its soft aroma and I see its humidity.
Without further resistance, my tongue begins to taste the nectar of its essence and at that very moment I hear her moan with pleasure, while her body trembled in an uncontrollable spasm. . .And it was just the beginning of the photo session. . .
Tuve la oportunidad de leerlo en español, me gustó mucho, una recomendación, la firma digital que me parece ideal hasta para una firma de curación de la etiqueta #venezuela es bueno volverla una transparencia para que en modo nocturno se vea mejor. Saludos y éxitos.
Saludos @rdsmas, gracias por la recomendación.
La firma digital es de uso libre, fue cedida para que la usemos.
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