by Zane
When Simon told him she wanted pictures made, he couldn’t believe it. He had had his eye on her for months and, truthfully, that was the main reason he remained a loyal customer to the Smokescreen. While Simon was a cool cat, he kept in contact with him at the request of his brother, who happened to be Juan’s best friend. Juan didn’t understand bisexuality, but he didn’t stand in the way of it either. It was Simon who asked him not to approach Lydia while she was still dating Jarvis, and last he had heard their relationship was still on and popping.
“Lucky fucker,” he mumbled. “Doesn’t matter. For at least this evening, the señorita is all mine.”
Juan was amazed how different Lydia looked. She was still beautiful, but now she had a glow. For the first time, Lydia felt beautiful.
“Well, well, Lydia, you have some beautiful brown eyes hidden behind those glasses.”
Before she had a chance to blush, he directed her to the changing room so the session could begin. Luckily, he didn’t have any more clients tonight. He could take as long as he wanted with her. He’d have his work cut for him. Getting a woman to expose herself was often complicated. The models were no problem, because they were used to it, but the other women either felt their bodies were too fat, or they’d be cheating on their husbands, or worse. They usually wanted to sleep with him.
He saw women of all shapes and colors as beautiful. It was all a matter of how that woman felt about herself. Sometimes, they only needed a little encouragement to show that sex appeal.
The women who felt like their husbands were cheating on them usually got the pictures made in some last-ditch effort to hang on to a man who already had one foot out the door. The worst kinds were the women who wanted him. Some wanted to use him for his contacts, or had kinky fetishes that included sex right in his studio, which he didn’t allow. For one, he didn’t want that kind of sleazy reputation and, two, he hated women who pursued him for sex. It took away from the whole mating dance. He liked to be the tiger, not the other way around.
Besides, a woman like that had almost cost him his career. A medical student, Heather Owens, had wanted some pictures done, as well as a sexual encounter. When he said no, she went back to her boyfriend and claimed Juan had attacked her. After a police interrogation and losing some good clients, Heather’s mother finally got her to admit she’d made the entire thing up. Turns out the girl had mental issues. Ever since then, and because his business was going well, Juan had decided to become very exclusive about the women he photographed. While he promised Simon that he wouldn’t touch Lydia, he knew keeping that promise wasn’t going to be easy.
He dimmed the lights so she wouldn’t be nervous when coming out. Why women had a thing about lights was beyond him, but he humored her all the same. Cutting them back on, he noticed the lace panties and bra she wore. Juan grunted. Lace was one of his weaknesses. The photo shoot was to take place in the bedroom that was painted white with a bed that had an iron frame.
Nervous, Lydia kept pulling at her strap that kept dropping due to the weight of her 38C breasts. He gave her a glass of wine to calm her down and to settle his dick, which had started to swell the moment he saw her on that bed. Tucked firmly behind his loose black jeans, he’d hoped she hadn’t noticed his lump.
“Just relax, Lydia. We’re just going to take a few pictures and we’ll be done.”
FIRST POSE: He asked her to remove her bra and to get on the bed, on her knees with her back facing him. Juan bit his lip as she slipped on the heels and got into position. Seeing the natural pose of her breasts, he wanted to touch them so badly, but then looked at the lace panties barely covering her ass. A little bit thicker than a thong, the panties barely clung to her waistline and her muscular cheeks hung out of them. This woman was giving new meaning to the term “onion booty.” On direction, she turned her head while he got the camera into position to take the first shot. With each pose, she became more and more alive while he talked to her. “You are so beautiful.” [CLICK] “Stick it out for me.” [CLICK] “Jarvis is such a lucky man.” [CLICK]
SECOND POSE: He had Lydia remove her panties while he fumbled with the camera so he wouldn’t be tempted to look. Whenever he’d felt excited, he remembered Heather and the big fiasco that had followed her bullshit. Still, the sight of Lydia naked made him weak in the knees, thinking of all the things he could do to her. He brought out a pair of high-heeled stiletto boots that went past her knees. After watching her stumble a few times, she finally got the hang of walking in them. Taking out a leather whip, he told her to hold it while he walked to where she stood in front of his bed. He was facing her, and she could feel his heavy breathing. Whether it was his cologne, his voice, or the thought that his body was so close to hers, she could feel the tension. She could also feel the wetness of her pussy starting to make its descent.
Stop it, she told herself. This man looks at beautiful women every day. You can’t let him see you lose control like that.
Juan stood so close to her breasts and wanted them in his mouth. Everything about her was beautiful. Grinding his teeth, he took the whip and sat down in front. He wrapped the leather whip in a criss-cross pattern around her ass and in between her pulsating mound. The rope was tight enough to cause tension, but not tight enough to hurt. She could feel her folds wrapping around the rope and her insides getting wet again. Doing some abdominal exercises, she stopped it, but didn’t know for how long. Putting what was left of the whip in her hand, he placed a black velvet cowboy hat on her head and started taking the pictures. The confidence buried inside of her came forth in seductive smiles. Untying the whip, he could see it was wet, which meant, dammit, she was, too.
She stood up and face the camera, and spread her legs, which, given the boots, wasn’t an easy task. She got them pretty far apart, which meant she was enjoying the tease. With her legs spread, he could see how swollen her pussy had gotten and how excited she was just by the hazy look in her eyes.
Damn, two more shots to go and we’re through.
THIRD POSE: Juan asked her to lie back on the bed, knowing full well he wanted to join her. He then asked her to spread her legs with her knees bent. With her pussy fully open, Lydia felt a gush of wind enter and held back a moan. Her nipples were rock hard and she was ready for a good fuck. Then he walked to her and she hoped he’d at least noticed her. Opening up a satchel, he laid rose petals at various parts of her body, except her pussy, and he placed a soft scarf over her eyes. She listed as he brought the camera closer, she knew he was preparing for a close-up.
She looked like a caramel-colored honeysuckle, waiting for him to suck her juices. As her open pussy lay there, he saw the glossiness of it and felt the hardness of his dick. He could also see her hole, which made him want to taste, or at least put his finger in it.
Would tasting it be such a crime? he thought. Dammit, Simon!
The more the camera clicked, the more her body quivered. Then he asked her to lick her fingers. “Lick them like you want to be licked.” [CLICK] “Good. Let me see more of your big lips.” [CLICK] “That’s what I like to see.”
Lydia was in heaven. Whatever she was doing turned her on so much that she didn’t want to stop. For the first time, she felt absolutely wicked, and didn’t care.
FOURTH POSE: This was the final shot, which suited Juan fine. He excused himself to get some more equipment and to give Lydia a chance to ease the dripping going on between her legs. When he returned, he had a medium-sized beach ball with him. After a few shots of her holding it over her head, he asked her to get back on the bed. Placing the ball at the head of the bed, he asked her to get on top of it. Once she did, she felt weird until Juan told her how sexy she looked.
Somehow, the image of her with that ball between her legs sent him into a tailspin. Then he had her turn around and lie on the ball, with her breasts hanging slightly over it. The lower her shoulders were, the higher her ass rode in the air, a sight that almost made him nut on himself. Before he realized what had happened, h
e ran out of his allotted amount of film, which meant their session was over.
On the way home, Lydia knew she had cum on her pussy. Just thinking about her session made it flow even more. She had started to cum and wanted to cum again.
Thinking again of how he had talked to her, how he had looked at her, made her wish that he had touched her. Imagining him inside her, she slid her hand inside her skirt and fingered herself into oblivion, trying not to get into any accidents on the way home.
Back at the studio, Juan scratched his head. He couldn’t remember the last time a woman had made him that hard. He looked at one of the developing pictures in the darkroom and traced the lines of her silhouette. Not that it was right, but he would definitely keep a set of pictures for himself. He called Simon to report that he had behaved himself.
Walking through Smokescreen, Lydia went upstairs to find Simon and Pilar to let them know she was okay. Not seeing anyone, she walked into her bedroom and heard nothing but screams.
“What in the hell are you two doing!” she yelled.
“Nothing. It’s not what you think, Ms. Supermodel,” Pilar replied.
“You’re naked, in my damn bed!”
Pilar and Simon let out a giggle. Lydia had caught them knocking boots. Simon escaped downstairs.
“You couldn’t find anywhere else to fuck, Pilar?” she asked.
“I’m sorry, kiddo. You know Simon and I are always fussing. We got into one of our arguments, over you, coincidentally, and then next thing you know, we’re fucking. You cool with this?”
“Hey, that’s between you and Simon.”
“How did your session go?”
Lydia spilled the beans as the two friends laughed at all the crazy things they did.
“I guess you needed a Lydia moment.”
“Yeah, that’s all it was.”
Later that evening, a freshly showered Lydia was still picking at Pilar until they both heard a knock on the upstairs door. They weren’t expecting anyone. Pilar opened the door to see Juan. He said that Simon said he could come over. Lydia had transformed into the conservative woman that had walked into his studio, wearing jeans and a white sweater.
“This is a surprise, Juan,” she said, but was referring to the heavy satchel on his shoulder.
“Oh, I’m going to do a last-minute job for a friend, but I got the first set of pictures and I wanted to see how you liked them.”
“I’m not in the mood to see myself in freak mode.”
“Too bad, because they’re the best I’ve taken in a long time.”
Sitting down on the sofa, he took out the pictures as Pilar, noticing the tension, excused herself to check on Simon. Looking at the pictures brought back memories for Juan.
Standing up, he had another confession. “You know, usually I am a consummate professional. I see women every day and they never faze me. But you were different.”
“Really?” she was puzzled.
“Yeah, as a matter of fact, it took all the self-control I had not to walk over to that bed today and touch, feel, and taste you.”
“But you didn’t.”
“No, but only because I promised Simon I wouldn’t touch you. I was under the impression that you were taking these pictures for Jarvis. I was hating on him big-time. But I just found out that you broke up with him.”
“See, Juan. It’s like—”
“Did you take those pictures just to see me?”
Lydia felt like a complete and utter idiot, or at least that’s what Juan must have thought of her. How desperate he must have thought she was.
“That was one of my reasons, but not my only one.”
“I see,” was all he replied as he opened his satchel and began putting together his camera.
“What are you doing? I thought you had another job to go to.”
“I do.” He snickered. “I’m looking at her.”
Quickly putting the camera and the stand together, he pulled her up to him and kissed her until she could barely breathe. Then he bathed her neck with butterfly kisses, sending her into a song of moans, doing all the things he had wanted to do to her a few hours ago. Then she heard the first [CLICK] from the camera.
“Are you snapping pictures of us?”
“Yep, it’s on an automatic timer.”
He pulled off her sweater, unhooked her bra, and stared longingly at the breasts that had eluded him earlier. He put one in his mouth, pulling on the nipple while his tongue flickered back and forth across them. Repeating the motion for the other breast, he pulled them both together, sucking while she held her legs together, squirming. Juan sat on the sofa while she stood in front of him. After sliding her out of her jeans, he slipped the wet thong off of her body. All he could hear were moans while she rubbed his cock’s head in approval.
Spreading kisses across her body, he spread her legs just as she had done earlier. While she spread her legs for him again, he could see the milky juice sliding down the side of her thigh. Racing with his tongue, he met it on her skin and traced it back to the opening of her pussy where the rest of her sweet nectar flowed. His tongue traced her second set of lips before it massaged her opening in circular rhythms. Laying her down on the table, he stripped naked while she stared at him dreamily. His silky hair glistened in the light. Everything about her Latin lover inspired sex appeal. Pulling her legs over his shoulder, he tasted some more of her and then held her clit in his mouth, sucking on it and releasing it only to suck on it again. While his mouth fed on her clit, his fingers found their way into her pussy and fucked her wall until her body moved in rhythm with his.
Lydia couldn’t concentrate on anything other than the erotic sensations, the double excitement Juan elicited in her. The moaning was so loud, she barely heard him unwrapping the condom before he entered her. Their bodies rocked back and forth on the table when Juan coaxed that wild, confident side out of her, rewarding her with passionate kisses until they both exploded together in a final climax. Their bodies shook with excitement. Reading her thoughts, he answered an obvious question.
“No, Lydia, I don’t make a habit of sleeping with models, or any other clients. It’s not good for business, any more than you make a habit of taking nude pictures with a whip between your legs for a photographer.”
“Ouch. But you have done it before.”
“Once or twice, with a lot of regret, because the women were using me either for who I knew or what they think I have.”
“So, why me?” she asked although she wasn’t sure if she wanted to know.
“Truth is, I’ve been crushing on you for months. That’s why I’ve been coming into the Smokescreen just about every day.”
He knew that surprised her. Lydia never gave him a second look, maybe because of the way the other women flocked around him and because she was too intimidated. All he knew was that he had wanted her for a while.
“I thought you came in here because you and Simon were friends.”
“I know his brother, but Simon and I are just cool. We don’t go to the same parties, if you know what I mean. I would have approached you months ago, but Simon told me to back off. You were still dating Jarvis and he didn’t want me interfering. I respected that and kept my distance. Simon may be quiet, but he’s very protective of you and Pilar.”
Both lying there in their nakedness, Juan watched his brown-skinned beauty and hoped to God that this would be something he wouldn’t mess up. There had been women in and out of his life for a while, but Lydia was one he wanted to keep.
“So what happens now?”
“Now,” he said, kissing her on her forehead, “we get up, take a shower, pay your roommates for the crack in that coffee table, go over to my place for a late-night snack, make plans to go a movie tomorrow, and then take it from there.”
Lydia just stared at him, not quite knowing what to make of this man who had seen her well out of her box.
“Look, Lydia, for the record, I’m not here to hit it and quit it. I want to g
et to know you, the real you. Today was a lucky break. Maybe we shouldn’t have gone there so soon, but you were looking so hot today I couldn’t help myself. But let’s see where this goes with us.”
The camera clicked once more as they lay there, the moon shining in on their bodies.
“Now that’s going to make a good picture,” Juan said.
“No, picture perfect,” she responded before kissing him one more time.
The Rain
E. Charles Smith
The drip-drop sprinkles are soothing. Right now, Marcus Jackson needs all the comfort that he can get. He can feel his right hand trembling slightly as he shifts into third gear, switching to the fast lane on I-75 headed north. He’s gotta get there, gotta get there quickly before his mind changes. A tingle works its way up his lower back, toward the top of his spinal column as he reminisces on what she had just said sixty minutes ago.
“Will you come, please? I need to see you,” she had said.
Those sweet words would forever caress his heart, yet haunt his soul for the rest of his natural life. He could never forget the immediate feeling of triumph and pleasure at hearing her soft voice yearn for his company.
“Will you come, please? I need to see you,” she had said.
The sporadic raindrops across the windshield begin to pick up pace—sprinkles turning into light rain, calming rain, mellowing rain. Marcus’s heart begins to quicken as he passes by Exit 50, Grand River, continuing northbound toward her. His brow moistens; his temples dampen. The palm of his left hand releases the steering wheel momentarily, leaving behind a wet streak. Yet he smiles, devilishly at the reflection staring back in the rearview mirror. He chuckles to himself and then speaks aloud, as if there was a passenger next to him.
“My god, what am I doing! This is insane. There’s gotta be at least twenty different reasons why I should just turn around, now, and go home.”
