My fantasy (photoshoot part 2)
Steve walks me to the door, we turn towards each other, he takes my hands and kisses me on my cheeks, we say goodbye, as the door closes behind me I feel like I am walking on air, I can’t stop smiling, I feel everyone is looking at me.
The closer I get to home my mood starts to change to one of guilt. I try telling myself I have nothing to feel guilty about, why shouldn’t I have some fun.
When I get home I go straight upstairs, I stand in front of the bedroom mirror, I stand there just looking at myself, I slowly take my blouse off then slowly remove my skirt, I find myself swaying from side to side, the dress falls to the floor, I unhook my bra and throw it on the bed, my nipples still hard and errect, my hands move slowly over them, then I start to tease my fingers between my thumbs and fingers, my eyes close.
I sit on the edge of the bed in front of the mirror, I kick my shoes off, unfasten my stockings and slowly remove them,I reach back and undo my suspender belt putting that on the bed with the bra and stockings.
I stand and move closer to the mirror one hand on my breasts the other between my thighs, I close my eyes and I picture Steve
The spell is broken, the front door slams shut and that is the end of my time.
The k**s are shouting, I get dressed quickly, put what I had been wearing away carefully.
The TV is turned on, the computer and music.
I start preparing food and getting on with the mundane housework, my mind drifting back to earlier.
My husband arrives home late as usual, no call to let me know, sits at the table expecting his meal, not a word about how I am or how was my day.
Why do I feel so guilty.
Two days later my phone rings, I don’t recognise the number.
“Hello”
I hear Steve’s voice my heart immediately beats faster.
“Can you pop into the studio, I have your portfolio ready and I have some news you might enjoy hearing”
I tell him I can pop in lunchtime as I am at work.
Lunchtime arrives I am like a youngster waiting to open a special surprise. I ring the bell, I hear Steve unlock the door.
“Hello Helen! Come in” he has a warm smile on his face. I step inside he closes the door behind me, we face each other, again he kisses my cheeks this time harder, I feel myself blush like a silly teenager.
“Come in, sit down, can I get you a drink, tea, coffee or something stronger?”
“Have a white wine please”
He hands me a A4size folder.
“While I am getting the drinks I think you will like the look of these”
I open the folder, I see a head shot of myself, I gasp, it’s amazing, I look, I look great, I continue to turn the pages, I can’t believe how good I look, there are 12 in total finishing with one wearing the red dress, which looks even better than it felt.
Steve returns with my wine and a coffee for himself.
“They are amazing I never believed I could look like that”
“You notice I didn’t put any of the others in” he smiles and winks.
The doorbell rings
“That will be Dave the contact I was telling you about, he has something to talk to you about”
Dave is about 45 we’ll dressed and good looking in a rugged way.
Steve does the introductions. He sees my portfolio open on my lap,
“Not bad are they, Steve showed me some of the other’s”
I feel myself blush.
“No need to blush you look great, as soon as I saw them I wanted to meet you to offer you a business proposal, very few people look as natural and relaxed as you do in the pictures Steve has shown me”
I tell him it was all down to Steve’s work.
Steve is sitting next to me, his arm around my shoulder.
“Steve tells me money is a bit tight, I might be able to help you there.
For this type of picture of you you could earn around £250 a session,
The more risqué ones £250 to £500
If you were to work with others male or females your talking £1000.
Then there are the guys who like to take there own pictures they hire a studio like this or a few even have there own, and again more or less name your own price.
Plus if you were intrested there are videos that’s where the real money is.
I sit there open mouthed, trying to take it all in.
Steve holds me tighter.
“Well what do you think? I don’t need an answer straight away but as soon as you can. I can see you get along with Steve, he will be there.”
I can’t think, I look at my watch,
“God I have to get back to work”
I stand up, and realise I am shaking, Steve takes my hand and we go to the door.
He smiles, we move closer, we look at each other, lean forward, our lips touch, then we are locked in a hard passionate kiss. I don’t want to end, but I pull away.
Call me, or better still same time tomorrow” Steve opens the door
As I walk back to the shop, I try and understand what happened,that was the first time I have kissed anyone like that since I was married.
The closer I get to home my mood starts to change to one of guilt. I try telling myself I have nothing to feel guilty about, why shouldn’t I have some fun.
When I get home I go straight upstairs, I stand in front of the bedroom mirror, I stand there just looking at myself, I slowly take my blouse off then slowly remove my skirt, I find myself swaying from side to side, the dress falls to the floor, I unhook my bra and throw it on the bed, my nipples still hard and errect, my hands move slowly over them, then I start to tease my fingers between my thumbs and fingers, my eyes close.
I sit on the edge of the bed in front of the mirror, I kick my shoes off, unfasten my stockings and slowly remove them,I reach back and undo my suspender belt putting that on the bed with the bra and stockings.
I stand and move closer to the mirror one hand on my breasts the other between my thighs, I close my eyes and I picture Steve
The spell is broken, the front door slams shut and that is the end of my time.
The k**s are shouting, I get dressed quickly, put what I had been wearing away carefully.
The TV is turned on, the computer and music.
I start preparing food and getting on with the mundane housework, my mind drifting back to earlier.
My husband arrives home late as usual, no call to let me know, sits at the table expecting his meal, not a word about how I am or how was my day.
Why do I feel so guilty.
Two days later my phone rings, I don’t recognise the number.
“Hello”
I hear Steve’s voice my heart immediately beats faster.
“Can you pop into the studio, I have your portfolio ready and I have some news you might enjoy hearing”
I tell him I can pop in lunchtime as I am at work.
Lunchtime arrives I am like a youngster waiting to open a special surprise. I ring the bell, I hear Steve unlock the door.
“Hello Helen! Come in” he has a warm smile on his face. I step inside he closes the door behind me, we face each other, again he kisses my cheeks this time harder, I feel myself blush like a silly teenager.
“Come in, sit down, can I get you a drink, tea, coffee or something stronger?”
“Have a white wine please”
He hands me a A4size folder.
“While I am getting the drinks I think you will like the look of these”
I open the folder, I see a head shot of myself, I gasp, it’s amazing, I look, I look great, I continue to turn the pages, I can’t believe how good I look, there are 12 in total finishing with one wearing the red dress, which looks even better than it felt.
Steve returns with my wine and a coffee for himself.
“They are amazing I never believed I could look like that”
“You notice I didn’t put any of the others in” he smiles and winks.
The doorbell rings
“That will be Dave the contact I was telling you about, he has something to talk to you about”
Dave is about 45 we’ll dressed and good looking in a rugged way.
Steve does the introductions. He sees my portfolio open on my lap,
“Not bad are they, Steve showed me some of the other’s”
I feel myself blush.
“No need to blush you look great, as soon as I saw them I wanted to meet you to offer you a business proposal, very few people look as natural and relaxed as you do in the pictures Steve has shown me”
I tell him it was all down to Steve’s work.
Steve is sitting next to me, his arm around my shoulder.
“Steve tells me money is a bit tight, I might be able to help you there.
For this type of picture of you you could earn around £250 a session,
The more risqué ones £250 to £500
If you were to work with others male or females your talking £1000.
Then there are the guys who like to take there own pictures they hire a studio like this or a few even have there own, and again more or less name your own price.
Plus if you were intrested there are videos that’s where the real money is.
I sit there open mouthed, trying to take it all in.
Steve holds me tighter.
“Well what do you think? I don’t need an answer straight away but as soon as you can. I can see you get along with Steve, he will be there.”
I can’t think, I look at my watch,
“God I have to get back to work”
I stand up, and realise I am shaking, Steve takes my hand and we go to the door.
He smiles, we move closer, we look at each other, lean forward, our lips touch, then we are locked in a hard passionate kiss. I don’t want to end, but I pull away.
Call me, or better still same time tomorrow” Steve opens the door
As I walk back to the shop, I try and understand what happened,that was the first time I have kissed anyone like that since I was married.
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