“Sounds like I’m in the wrong business. This is quite entertaining,” Rhonda said, popping a strawberry in her mouth.
“I’m sure you’d have much better stories than me to share,” I said.
“Let’s see how this one pans out and maybe I’ll share one with you later.” She laughed.
“Would you like me to kneel up on the couch?” Lorraine asked.
“Sure.” I said.
She pushed her arse up, the G-string disappearing in her crack, so she looked almost naked, the hem just above her cheeks which were poking out from beneath. I can tell you, she looked hot. More like someone twenty-five than a young nineteen-year-old. She turned and the negligee slipped from her shoulder, exposing her breast. I snapped away furiously.”
“You didn’t,” Rhonda said. “You little devil.”
“Quite often it’s the shot’s they weren’t planning on which turn out the best.”
“If you say so,” she refilled our glasses.
“She took over then, sitting back up on the couch, her legs spread, her hands placed innocently between her thighs, covering up her pussy. Then the negligee somehow slipped off both shoulders and her bare breasts, nipples erect were staring straight at me and before I knew it, she was lying back on the couch, naked expect for the stockings, her legs opening and closing, flashing her pretty pussy at me.”
“Really? You’re not pulling my leg, are you?”
“I’m deadly serious. This young lady knew exactly what she was doing?”
“So, she was coming on to you, teasing you?’
“Without a doubt.”
I drank half the glass in one go. I found talking about it all to Rhonda quite a turn on. The fact that she was a call girl intrigued me and I found her very appealing.
“It took all my willpower not to go down on her, smother myself in her cunt, nibble on her clit and bring her to an unforgettable orgasm.”
“Oh, so you’re gay too?” Rhonda said, sitting up straight eyeing me now with a renewed interest.
I was pleased I’d told her. I wanted it to come out in the conversation. I hadn’t been with a real woman for a long time. I must admit I didn’t want to pay for it but thought if I could perhaps lure her to the studio, take some photos of her, well then who knew where it might lead.
“I tried to get hold of my emotions, pretend she wasn’t turning me on. Anyway, I’d completely forgotten about Abby and the next thing I knew she was there in the photo frame, completely naked, her skin so pale you could see her veins through it. With her black gothic hair and make-up, she looked surreal.”
“Err, what’s this about then?” I asked them.
“You don’t mind do you Charlie? We thought a few for our own collection would be great. Mother is paying for the shoot, so she’ll never know if you don’t tell her.”
“I don’t know,” I began but they began kissing and touching each other completely oblivious of me.
In the frame they looked amazing together. I began to snap away at different angles, allowed them to do whatever they wished.
“I wished I could have been there,” Rhonda said. “Sounds like your job is much more interesting than mine.”
“Don’t forget you owe me a story?”
“Don’t worry, I have many I’m sure you’d love to hear.”
“I asked Abby to lie beside Lorraine and encouraged her to touch her more intimately.
She didn’t need much encouragement I might add.
I watched mesmerized as her fingers ran lightly over Lorraine’s skin, gently caressing her breasts, circling the nipples, tweaking them, and then roaming down to her pubic hair. She pulled at the hair, gently, then slid her hand over her mound as her mouth descended onto a nipple. She sucked the nipple delicately into her mouth.
These girls had done this before; there was no doubt in my mind I thought as I snapped away. They were deliberately trying to provoke me by becoming more and more outrageous.
I watched spellbound as Lorraine’s hand gently probed between Abby’s thighs. Abby opened her legs as Lorraine cupped her pussy while Abby sucked on her breast, biting the flesh then lavishing her flesh with her tongue while flickering over Lorraine’s nipple before biting down hard on it
Lorraine squealed and grabbed Abby’s head holding it close to her chest.
The two of them lay there with their legs open, pussy lips staring back at me while their hands caressed and touched each other. My pussy throbbed wanting attention, but I dared not, my license was at stake.
Then Lorraine’s fingers roamed around Abby’s folds, slipping in and out, her juices smeared over her hand while she pulled apart her flaps, her nose rubbing up hard against her clit, her tongue flickering about crazily.