“She didn’t seem to mind or notice,” he continued. “She was really friendly and for a woman her age, she’s pretty good looking. I knew that her long black hair was going to look great in the right photo. She told me to just take pictures, whatever I wanted, and she sat on the sofa, changing poses, angles, positions, and I took about 100 pictures. It didn’t take long, maybe 15-20 minutes.”
“She wanted to know when she could see them, so I told her I’d work on them that night and have them ready the next day,” Charles explained. “I met her here again and brought my laptop to show her the pictures. She had brought some sort of a throw rug or something that she had covered the sofa with.”
“How did she dress?” Sheri asked, typical of a woman.
“The same as always, long black dress, long-sleeved white blouse,” Charles replied. “I’ve never seen her wear anything else.”
“She’s like that in most of her society photos, too,” Sheri said. “Except when it’s a formal occasion, then she really knows how to dress; Dior, Armani, she has them all.”
“Well, she seemed to really like the photos, picked out half a dozen that she said that she’d like to see printed in 8×10,” Charles picked up. “I was pretty excited. My first client, you know, and an important lady like that.”
“I’ll bet,” Sheri said, squeezing his throbbing cock.
“Then it changed,” Charles said. “She asked me if I could take some photos that weren’t so generic, that were more personal. That’s the word she used, personal. She explained that she wanted them for her husband so that he could see them in private.”
“I was pretty nervous. I mean, I wasn’t sure what she meant and I didn’t want to screw anything up,” Charles continued. “She’s mom and dad’s age! She couldn’t possibly mean what it sounded like. I’m just a kid. I went to school with her kids, even went out with Katie a couple of times after we graduated high school.”
“Did you fuck her?” Sheri asked, her eyes wide.
“Jesus, Sheri, is that all you think about?” Charles asked, rolling his eyes.
“These days, yes, but you didn’t answer my question,” she said.
“So I told her that I could take any kind of pictures that she wanted,” Charles continued, ignoring the astonished look on his sister’s face as he blatantly ignored her question. “Then she asked me about confidentiality, even compared it to the confessional. When I asked her exactly what she meant, she asked me if I would promise never to show the photos to anyone, never to even tell anyone that I had taken them.”
“When I told her that I promised, she just smiled at me, that strange smile of hers,” Charles said, shaking his head at the memory. “I didn’t know what to do. Then she just unbuttoned her blouse, letting it hang open. I could see her bra. I was totally freaking out inside. Then she leaned back and told me to go ahead, to continue taking pictures.”
“So I did,” Charles continued. “It was hard to stop my hands from shaking, I was so nervous. She noticed, asked me if I was okay,” he said, laughing. “I told her I was nervous and she asked me why, asked if I’d ever seen a naked girl before, even asked me if I was a virgin!”
“I told her I was nervous because of who she was,” he explained.
“Did you tell her you weren’t a virgin?” Sheri asked, her eyes laughing as she felt his cock lurch in her hand.
“I sort of ignored that,” Charles replied, grinning at her. “She told me to just forget that she was anybody, to just treat her like a photo object. So I took pictures. She’d pose, change poses, and then she took her blouse off and was only in her bra. I couldn’t believe this was happening. I just kept taking pictures, keeping my eye glued to the camera.”
“Then she took her bra off,” Charles said. “I just couldn’t believe it. I mean, I understood some sexy underwear photos for her husband, but then I saw her breasts.”
“Are they nice?” Sheri asked, squeezing his cock.
“Not as nice as yours, that’s for sure,” Charles replied. “Smaller, small dark nipples that get really hard. She played with them, massaged them, pulled on her nipples while I continued taking pictures. Then she just stood up and unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. My mouth actually fell open. She was wearing only a tiny G-string that was some transparent black material. It was like putting sunglasses on; I could see everything, just a little shaded.”
“Is she sexy?” Sheri asked.
“In a way,” Charles replied. “She’s skinny, but not unhealthy skinny. She’s got a guy’s ass, not a perfect bubble like yours.”
“If you think I’m going to let you fuck me just because you’re paying me some compliments, you’re right,” Sheri said, her other hand finding her brother’s balls, laughing as he moaned, his cock lurching in her other hand. “But first you have to tell me more.”
“She asked me if I had a problem taking these types of photos and I just shook my head. I couldn’t even talk, I was so blown away,” Charles continued. “So I kept taking pictures and she’d pose. Then I ran out of film. My memory card was full. I was so embarrassed, freaked out. I was afraid to tell her. What kind of a photographer runs out of film?”
“Oh, god, I can just imagine,” Sheri laughed. “So what did you do?”
“I told her that I ran out of film,” Charles replied, chagrined. “I can still see the surprise on her face. She was sitting on the sofa with her feet up. She was so wet that her G-string was almost invisible. I could see her pussy lips and her clit and her finger that was between her pussy lips.”
“My god! She was actually playing with herself?” Sheri asked.
“Yeah, I know,” Charles said with a sigh. “I couldn’t believe it. But then she just shrugged and said that these things happen, that we’d just have to continue tomorrow, the next day. I was blown away. I couldn’t believe my luck. When she asked me if that would be okay, I almost couldn’t talk.”
“Then what happened?” Sheri asked.
“Then she got dressed like it was nothing out of the ordinary, thanked me, and made me promise to meet her again the next day and to bring enough film,” Charles replied.
“Go on!” Sheri encouraged, squeezing his cock.
“So I was really nervous to meet her the next day,” Charles recounted. “What if she had thought about it and was pissed off or something? She was already here when I arrived and I showed her all of my memory cards, as well as the extra batteries I had brought when she asked. When she asked me if I was ready to continue, I said yes.”
“I wasn’t sure how it was going to go, but I wasn’t expecting her to just strip like she did, all the way down to her G-string, which was a pinkish color this time,” he continued. “I’ll never forget the way she seemed to pause, then she said that she didn’t suppose that she’d be needing these and took her G-string off.”
“No way!” Sheri squealed, laughing. “What did you do?”
“I agreed with her,” Charles replied, laughing with her. “I couldn’t believe what her pussy looked like without the panties. I’d never seen one so long and her clit is really big.”
“Yes, I remember,” Sheri said, grinning at the look on his face, “though I haven’t seen it yet.”
“So I took pictures,” Charles said. “She posed, more and more pornographically, and I took pictures. At one point she was sitting on the sofa with her feet up and her pussy spread wide open. She was dripping with juices and I was taking pictures, close-ups as she played with her clit with a finger. Then she suddenly asked me if taking her pictures excited me.”
“As if she didn’t know,” Sheri laughed.
“When I told her that it did, of course, she said ‘show me’,” Charles continued. “When I asked her what she meant, she told me to stand up and show her how excited I was.”
“What did you do?” Sheri asked.