When I left the University I had a degree in photography, and I looked forward to becoming a full- time professional.
What I hadn’t counted on was that for each job, there were at least twenty qualified applicants. And my sex was definitely a hindrance, too, as they seemed to favor male photographers. I became disheartened and desperate, until I met Tish…
She was an upcoming model and we became fast friends. It was she who suggested I should take some glamour shots of her and try to sell them to men’s magazines. She reckoned that being a woman was an asset in glamour photography.
I hired a studio and while Tish got changed I set up the changing room dressed in jeans and a tee-shirt, but it was a very different Tish who came out. Talk about sexy, black fishnet stockings, black lacy panties, a frilly lacy suspender belt and high heeled shoes, a long string of pearls around her neck, dangling over her breasts.
“Like it?” she purred, pursing her lips as she crossed the room. “Do you think they’re sexy enough?”
I whistled in appreciation. She really was a beautiful woman with soft breasts, and a smell of sweetness. If I were a man, I would gave jumped on her right there and then. God!
She climbed onto the bed and posed, crouched on all fours. I focused the camera and began taking pictures.
She smiled, pushed out the tip of her tongue and held it between her teeth. I felt a strange thrill shooting through my body as I imagined her tongue flicking lightly over my clit.
It was such a strange thought for me to entertain that I felt myself blushing. Thankfully, Tish didn’t notice. I shot three rolls of film before she said: “I’ll take my panties off, and you can shoot me while I am taking them off.”
She stood up and hooked her thumb inside her panties, her face a mask of teasing invitation. She inched the wispy black lace down slowly, revealing her thick curly pubes. I could see her sweet lips through her hair, soft lips. Then, turning around, she bared her peachy little ass before lying down on the bed, what a shot that was, and she began to lie down and drawing up her knees. Languidly, she pulled her panties down her stockinged-thighs to her ankles before deftly hooking them over her high-heeled shoes.
Kneeling on the bed, she licked her fingers and caressed her nipples until they were hard and thrusting. They must have been almost an inch long, and the sight of them began to make my pussy juicy with a tingly sensation.
Then, cupping her hands under her breasts, she squeezed the firm flesh, blatantly offering them to me.
I pressed the shutter, my eyes were drinking in the sight, and my cunt was getting wetter and wetter. I have never taken photos of a nude woman, no less, watch one erotically in front of me.