by Lexy Timms
“…Can it be both?”
I considered. “I guess it can be.”
We chuckled. He kicked his feet around, randomly looking around the room.
“But, in all seriousness,” he eventually said. “We could exchange numbers just to… network or something. Right?”
“Definitely,” I said.
I took a scrap of paper off the counter and began jotting down my phone number and email address.
“Were you looking to turn those undergarments into a product?” he asked me. “Like, sell them to the world? If you were looking to turn that into your own- like, clothing line, I would love to do a photoshoot for you. I could totally help you market it. I guarantee you, if you worked with me, you could sell them and start your own damn fashion business.”
I blushed again, turning to him and holding out the piece of paper. He took out a business card from his pocket and began writing his email address on the back.
“You really think I could sell it?” I asked. “And… you’d really do that for me?”
“Well, we’d figure out a rate, but we could work out a good price,” he said, handing me the business card. It had his phone number and website printed on it.
“But, you think I could market the idea of underwear for… like, the big, proud, curvy woman?” I asked him.
“I think you could sell anything you want,” he replied. “Text or call me, yeah?”
“Okay,” I answered enthusiastically.
I watched him leave, wondering what a photoshoot for my specially designed underwear would be like. I assumed that he meant to take photos of me in the underwear, but I knew there had to be some gorgeous plus-size models that I could find through agency channels. As my mind drifted back to our earlier mock-shoot, I realized that I didn’t want any other woman to wear my undergarments for him. I wanted to model them myself.
I doubted that a photoshoot would produce fruitful results, but I was excited at the basic premise of seeing Justin again. I wanted him to keep looking at me the way that he had all day long…
Chapter 5
Justin
I used the spare room in my apartment as a darkroom for the photos I took over the weekend. The room was perfect and it completely full. My equipment was top-notch and the photos I took at Donnie T.’s studio had turned out even better than I expected. There were photos developing all around. I had been working nonstop since the day before, moving pictures around like an assembly line.
The photos all contained images of models. One section of the room was devoted to photos of Donnie’s models and the various things he was looking for. In the other section of the room were photos of my model and the various things I was looking for. I had been working on Donnie’s photos the hardest, since I was hoping to spend more time solely analyzing my pictures of Kayla.
My phone rang. I looked at it, wondering if it could be her. I looked: No known number. The area code belonged to New York, though.
“Hello?” I said into the phone, answering the call.
“Hi, Justin?” an older man said back. “This is Donnie T.”
“Uh- hi!” I replied, immediately stepping out of my darkroom, somehow hoping that would affect my ability to talk to the head of such an important company. “How are you, sir?”
“Doing quite well, thanks,” he answered. “Listen, I just wanted to say I thought those test photos you emailed us were excellent. If the photographs you took on the set last weekend are what we think they’ll be, you may have more work in the future, if you want it. I’m told you’re quite a talent.”
“Thank you, sir,” I muttered.
“Yes, if they’re what we’re looking for, you can certainly count on another call or email from one of my people,” he said. “We’re looking for new talent with a vision and I’ve got a good feeling about you, Mr. Baker.”
“Thank you so much, sir, I don’t know what to say,” I said genuinely. “I think you’re going to like what we shot.”
“Well good,” he said.
“As a matter of fact, I was working on developing the pictures right when you called! I’ve been working hard on them. I think I should have them done by tomorrow. I’ll get them all to you by Wednesday.”
“Excellent!” said Donnie. “In that case, I’ll let you get back to it. Don’t get too used to burning the midnight oil, Mr. Baker. A lot of our shoots start in the morning.”
“I’ll keep that in mind, sir,” I said. “Thank you for the call.”
“Okay, take care!” he said seconds before he hung up.
I practically skipped back into the darkroom, filled with even more determination to get his photos done in a timely, orderly fashion. I had to keep my gaze away from Kayla’s side of the room just to stay focused. I knew that I was going to be pulling an all-nighter.
Monday evening was quickly turning into early Tuesday morning. But, time felt almost meaningless while sitting in the darkroom, with no aid from a window or open door to give me any indication of what time it actually was. I had almost every photo from the Donnie T. shoot completed and ready for my deadline. Admittedly, as I grew more tired, I began to succumb more to the distractions hanging feet away.
I pulled out one of the photos I took of Kayla and hung it up on a wire near where I was sitting. It was a photo I took seconds after she removed her shoes and laid on the glass table. She was staring directly and intensely at the camera, her succulent lips relaxed, her legs together and folded, with her arms supporting her sexy body. Sometimes, she appeared to want to physically crawl out of the celluloid and into my lap.
I was fighting the sexual thoughts that threatened to overcome my mind. It wasn’t because the urges were inappropriate, but more because they would inevitably eat up large blocks of time. I was very turned on by Kayla and the more I looked at her picture, the stronger by attractions became.
Once I had the realization that I was getting no work accomplished either way, I decided to forgo on the final wave of Donnie T. photos and instead, direct my attention to Kayla.
I absentmindedly began to play with myself, thinking now of her on that table, but without her clothes. Instead, she would only be in the underwear that she, herself, had designed. Underwear that gave a subtle peek as to what her nice nipples looked like… I wondered if the bottoms were tight enough to reveal any bit of her pussy…
I began to turn to pictures in my head, rather than the physical memories that were hanging and sitting near me. I thought of places where we could have our private photoshoot… Going to each other’s homes seemed too plain, too boring or ordinary.
Jersey and New York only had manmade beauty to take photographic advantage of, but we didn’t have a lot in the ways of nature, like lush forests. Since Kayla seemed like a raw, real woman, I wanted to capture her around something real and not just a set organized by people. My options based around that criteria were limited.
But, in imagination and fantasy, nothing is limited. I thought about Branch Brook Park, which was a few miles north of me. I imagined the red and pink leaves on the trees along the many gorgeous walking trails. There were always people there, so a real photoshoot (the one that I would want) would be impossible. But, in sexual fantasies, nothing is impossible.
Kayla and I were at Branch Brook Park, with shrubbery at our backs, and a large tree beside us. She was wearing a nice sundress, leaning against the large trunk of the tree, almost nuzzling into it. I take photo after photo, watching the barrage of color raining from the sky in the form of multicolored leaves. The only sounds were coming from my camera’s shutter and the wind.
The next sound that echoed in the fantasy was the sound of her moaning. She closed her eyes, hugging the tree. She began to grind slowly into the trunk.
“How much do you want my body?” Kayla asked me.
“More than you could possibly imagine,” I answered, continuing to take photos.
She slid into the grass, melting around the base of the tree. She began to rub h
er hands up and down the trunk.
“Do you think you can handle me?” she asked.
“I’m not sure you’d have the energy for all that I want to do to you,” I replied.
On cue, she slid her sundress down her body, revealing the underwear and panties that she had made specifically for herself. Her nipples were hard and her panties were moist. She ran two of her fingers slowly down the curves of her body.
“Do you think you can hold in your load if I touched myself in front of you?” she asked. “I think you’d finish in your boxers before you even got to touch me yourself.”
“Then, let me touch you, you’ve got me. Use me.”
I took three photos of Kayla as she slid her fingers into her panties and began to slowly rub around her clit. Her feet were against the tree, her head arched back and her mouth agape. The pleasure was so much for her that she could barely emit a sound. Once her eyes opened, my camera was turned off and I was leaping for the grass.
I kissed her lips, occasionally tugging on her bottom one while my hands replaced her own. I felt her soft folds around my fingertips, sometimes using my fingers to apply pressure on her throbbing clitoris.
It was only moments before her back was against the tree, her underwear now torn off. My shirt was off, my pants were down, and my hard dick was inside her, going in and out aggressively and with speed.
The tree’s leaves were no longer falling by their own means or by the wind. They were falling according to our thrusts and our screams.
At certain points, I wanted to take more photos. I wanted to take pictures of fake things happening inside my head. Within the context of my fantasy, I wanted images that I could revisit, ideas so good and visually pleasing that I would need to see them again.
“Am I good, Justin?” she whispered to me.
“You’re perfect,” I foolishly uttered while thrusting. “You are.”
“Give me your cum, you fucking animal,” she said as she bit my ear and tugged.
I grabbed onto a handful of her hair and pulled her head back, keeping my other hand on her hips, fervently slamming my body into hers, creeping ever closer to the edge…
I’m not ashamed to admit that I ejaculated in my hand while I was sitting in my darkroom. No photographs were harmed during the making of my mess.
I was scared, but also curious about where my imagination would take me if I continued to analyze each of Kayla’s photos individually. I managed to drain myself completely just by looking at one impromptu photo of her on a table.
I knew that if I hadn’t heard from her in the next three days, I would call her myself and arrange a photoshoot. It was feeling less like a want and more like an intense need.
Chapter 6
Kayla
I was cooking dinner for Bethany and myself over the hot stove in my house. I was making breakfast burritos filled with ground beef, eggs, peppers and salt with a side of potatoes. I realized it wasn’t the healthiest of eating choices, but Bethany had vaguely let on to me that she was having a hard day at work. I knew pushing a healthier meal on a day like today would seem cruel.
Bethany was getting off work later than usual and she was stuck in traffic on I-95. I tried timing dinner for her arrival, but it was tough to call. I was occasionally snacking during the production of the meal, so I wasn’t fending off starvation.
The only times I looked at my phone were for my periodic checks for calls or texts. Sometimes, I heard an alert and wondered if I had gotten something from Bethany or possibly even from Justin. Only a few days had passed since we met, so I wasn’t expecting to hear from him yet, but I did hope to hear from him sometime in the next week.
While I was stirring the meat, I looked over at Justin’s business card he had given me. It was sitting on the counter, exactly where I’d carefully placed it that night. I looked at the email address he wrote in pen on the back, admiring his handwriting. I was disappointed that there was no picture of him on the card.
I couldn’t get over how and why a guy as hot as him would say such flattering things to me. I had gotten used to men like him talking down to me, so much so that I suspected I had taken his sincere compliments as sarcasm. I’d misread men before and I was weary to think about him with much depth.
While I hadn’t been sure if his words carried any weight, I felt like the things he wasn’t saying were more meaningful. When I would catch glimpses of his unfiltered desire peeking through, if made my confidence soar. I watched him frequently whenever he took pictures of the models and I knew that the look on his face while shooting them was quite different than the one he had while shooting me. He also seemed to take more photos of me than the girls he was actually getting paid to photograph…
I heard a noise from my phone. I looked down to see I had a text from Bethany informing me she was five minutes away. I also had an alert on one of my dating apps, a message from a user called ‘masterscrotumous06.’
I allowed curiosity to get the best of me and I went to read my message from the online stranger. It read:
“I love fucking a sexy fatty and watching her sweat. Want to come sit on my fat dick fat chick???”
I actually laughed out loud. I pondered whether to craft a witty retort, but I knew that he wasn’t worth the time or effort it would take to form a clever response. And so, I said:
“LOL Blocked!”
I wasn’t sure whether the stranger was being serious or just being a jackass and frankly, I didn’t care enough to find out.
Just as I was wrapping the fillings into the burritos and right as my thoughts returned to Justin, I was interrupted by the sounds of knocking at my door.
I meant to unlock the door, but I had forgotten. I wiped my hands and rushed to the door, letting Bethany in.
“Hey,” I said to her. We kissed each other on the cheek and I returned to the stove to finish preparing our plates.
“Hope your day was better than my shitty one,” she said throwing her purse onto the counter and lying back on the couch. “I sat in my office all day and did nothing. The only calls I got were from people trying to sell us shit.”
“Huh, that’s annoying,” I said.
“Found out today that it isn’t in my head,” she continued. “My coworkers talk about me whenever I’m not around or when they think I’m not around. They all thought I went to take my lunch break, but I hadn’t even gotten out of my chair yet, and they all said stuff about my weight.”
“Like what?”
“Chip called me a bovine,” Bethany replied.
I laughed, but it was mostly out of shock.
“Are you fucking kidding me?”
“No, he called me that three times,” she added. “Rebecca said that ‘she even sounds fat.’ I’ve never heard someone say that about me, or anyone, before.”
“Beth…”
“When they knew I could hear them, they got super quiet and acted like they were embarrassed or something,” she said. “They still had these… I don’t know, looks. I’m so sick of this shit, Kayla. I’m going on a diet.”
“You’re not going on a diet tonight,” I said firmly. “These burritos aren’t that bad for you, but they’re not good for you either. And, I made pie, so we’re having that too. I don’t have anything healthy for you tonight. Start your diet tomorrow.”
“Kayla, if I don’t start now, when will I-?”
“Tomorrow, like I said! I’ll text and remind you in the morning.”
“I’m tired of pretending like it doesn’t affect me,” she said. “It does. I can’t ignore their voices anymore. They won’t stop trying to hurt me. I can’t catch a break.”
“How many times have I told you not to listen to them?” I said. “This is just like when we were in fashion school together. And, whenever we’ve worked on sets together. People said crap about both of us and what did I say then?”
“‘Fuck what they think,’” she said.
“So, you’re listening to me, but you’re not hearin
g me,” I said. “Do your job, that’s what you’re there for. You don’t need your coworkers to like you. I don’t like all of my coworkers and I do just fine.”
She wasn’t coming around or cheering up. I decided to change the subject and segue into opposite territory.
“In other news,” I began. “I think I’ve got the underwear design good to go.”
“Whoa, what?” she asked, her mood slowly shifting. “I thought they were too tight and you needed to work on them for a while.”
“Well, I worked on them since I told you about that issue,” I said.
“Right, that was only a couple of days ago- you’re done?”
“I think so,” I said. “I fixed the tightness, now there’s no feeling of snugness. The material doesn’t feel like it’s tearing or stressed. I’ve been wearing the prototype now for almost an entire day. They really might be the comfiest bra and panties I’ve ever worn in my life. I don’t want to oversell them though.”
I beamed confidently at her, placing our plates on the kitchen table and filling our glasses.
“Well… that’s flipping amazing!” Bethany exclaimed. “Uh- can I see them?”
“Right now? Before dinner?”
“Just take your fucking clothes off, hoe,” she ordered.
Laughing, I did as she asked, stripping down to my bra and panties. I was nervous that I might have gotten my panties wet earlier while thinking about Justin… but fortunately, my moisture was contained within and didn’t take away from the design. I moved around in circles, showing them off to Bethany, who was seemingly exasperated.
“You look amazing in this,” she said. “I’m literally speechless. And jealous.”
“Don’t be jealous, join me,” I said. “There’s a pair of these waiting for you in my bedroom on the dresser. I was going to show you and see if you wanted to try them on—”
“Yes, right away!” she yelled. “I’m going to go change!”
“But, wait! Dinner’s hot and—”
