There was a knock on the changing room door, And she hears her uncle Alan’s voice “try these on” he hands her a thin wrap around tunic top which barely reaches her thighs but gives some degree of modesty if she moves carefully , and a pair of heels that would put a hooker to shame ... standing in the mirror she once again felt empowered ... the heels tightened her calf muscles, lengthened her legs and caused her bum to look even more peachy .
With her new found confidence she opened the door and started to swagger into the studio. Had she forgotten the thong... oh my god... every step, every movement caused the beads to rub her Delicate flesh ... steady girl... we can do this she thought ...
The shoot progressed and despite her own arousal she thought she handled herself well, she could see herself on the monitor and had to admit ,, Damn she looked good .. she posed standing, even lifting the wrap to show her cute cheeks ... if uncle Alan wants a show ... well let’s give him one .
By now she felt confident enough to untie the wrap around .. and the cooler air did nothing to reduce the sensitivity of her nipples against the thin fabric ... she knew they would clearly be seen and couldn’t wait to see the images.
Alan suggested a final set, she was stood square to the backdrop, feet a shoulders width apart fingers intertwined behind her head... a strong confident pose .. she knew the wrap around would ride up, and the bra would became a useless ornament .., but hey, it’s the grande finale ... Alan instructed her to drop one hip slightly to accentuate her curves , and she heard the camera clicking away as the lights flashed around.
“Don’t move “ she heard Alan say, he stepped forward to straighten seams on her thong and tuck in a label...
with hands behind her head she was aware that Alan was now kneeling right in front of her his head at crotch height.., she held her breath as she felt fingers on her lower stomach running left to right along her panties line and she gasped as fingers brushed soft skin .
He then felt hands straightening the leg seams and she almost collapsed as Alan traced the vertical line of beads running south straight into her slick warmth.
Her hands dropped... gripping his shoulders for balance as he dipped inside her, coating his finger with her silky wetness , before running circles around her sensitive clit ... fuck, no, she knew she quickly reached the point of no return. Her neck flushed, her breathing quickened, and her hips involuntarily fucked his probing fingers ..., with a guttural Moan she came, long and hard on his sticky fingers.
As she recovered she was aware that Alan had stepped away from her... she was still recovering her senses when she heard him say “that’s enough for today”
As she sat slumped and alone in the studio dressed and feeling like a slut his words echoed in her head ,what did he mean ‘for today’ . |
