BodyShots

Lesson

I receive a message on instagram about doing a photoshoot and I'm immediately geeked. This particular photographer was extremely talented and known for posting dope work. It was a DREAM of mine to shoot with him. I wanted nothing more than to be in front of his camera. As an added bonus, I liked him as a person, we always vibed well in passing. I agreed to link with him. He told me he was home based, I wasn't alarmed but excited. I love tiny studios, they can be challenging but the results are amazing. A lot of dope photographers shoot from home or tiny buildings. I pull up to the apartment complex, he gives me directions on where to park. He steps outside to help me locate his place. I'm skilled in a lot of areas but navigation isn't one of them. I walk in , he "introduces" himself , it's a joke. We had a history of business conversations and mutual friends. He grabs me and gives me a hug, this is the moment I began to melt. I'm immediately turned on without real reasoning but I calm myself. Im here for business and I need to keep it professional. The attire for the shoot was jeans and a bra. A "Calvin Klein" look. He begins to speak, taking me out of my thoughts.
"ion really wanna say it like this but ... you gotta take off your shirt if we're gonna get anything done"
Im tickled at how respectful he tries to be. "You're right", I say.
"I'll step into my bedroom while you do that , don't wanna make you uncomfortable"
My thoughts left my mouth before they were processed and approved by my brain "you're gonna see me without a shirt anyway ... what are you leaving for?" , I accidentally said.
"Out of respect , but I'll stay. Are those the jeans you're wearing ?", He says with an odd look.
"Yeah", I mumble with a confused face .... "is something wrong with them ?". I want to be perfect for him , I want to impress him.
"I wanted them to be more baggy .... what size pants do you wear ?"
Im shook because I don't know how to answer. Does he have women's pants in his bedroom? Does he have a woman in his bedroom? " I don't know, 28 or 12 ? In men's , no clue?"
He tells me to take them off and he disappears into his room. I remove my pants , in a speedy manner while trying to be cute just in case he returns mid strip.
He returns, with the pants. As I put them on looks at me the entire time. I can't figure out if the expression is lust or his artistic vision coming to life. He makes his adjustments, his hands are barely missing my pussy. I'm holding my breath. He suggest that my skin is required to be oily for the photos. In a polite way he says "can I oil you". I want to respond but I've forgotten how to say yes. My words are replaced by a nod. I'm nervous, my heart is racing as he rubs me down with the oil. It's warm , his hands are firm. His hands are EVERYWHERE. When he gets to my ass and goes between my thighs, I get wetter than I was before. I place my bottom lip in my mouth. All I can think about is how my body needs him. I need to know what his sex is like. Im all oiled up as I step on the platform to be his muse. He's snapping pictures and I can't focus. He starts to fuss. Apparently, I'm not being a good model. I blame my bad poses and uninterested face on the long day I had. He takes the camera from his face and demands me to come over and look at the camera. The photos look terrible. Honestly, what am I doing with my face? I suddenly realize I'm between his legs while he sits on a stool. Were both looking at the camera. I want to stay here as long as I can. He's moves the camera and realizes how close we are to one another. He breaks the silence " I really wanna teach you something , but I don't know if you'd be willing to learn" "I like to learn" , I say, in a soft tone while looking in his eyes.
"But how far does your mind expand"
"try. I'll pay attention"
His lips touch mine, I don't have the strength to fight it at all. We're making out, this is so intense. His hands are everywhere, in places he didn't touch with the oil. He lifts me from the floor. We enter his room and he places me on the bed. His pants leave my body. How tongue replaces them. This last for fifteen minutes. His tongue on my clit causes me to die , come back to life and repeat in a loop. It was life changing. I crown him as number two on the oral list. He puts on a condom,our bodies become one. Im not sure if this is really amazing sex or love in the making. Either way , it was the best I ever experienced. Till this day that is the best sex I ever had. I placed in positions I'd never been in. I don't ride but I did for him. I'll do anything for him. He made me feel so comfortable. He talked to me & kissed me everywhere for the entire duration. I have no complaints! I am completely satisfied but I also want more. We cuddled for a little bit. My mind and body were both turned on. We decided he deserved something. I gave him the best head I could. We went for more, we went for round three. I had to MAKE myself leave. We couldn't stop. The shoot was a dump but the experience was epic.