Jade lays curled in a ball while the orgasm winds through her body – oh was it ever intense for her. You sit up on one elbow and lick your lips while looking at the young photographer, and then motion with a finger to come over to where you are. The young girl is frustrated by her inability to climax right now, and she wants to keep her job, so she is torn between lust and the job.
You say to the young photographer, “I can help you with your problem, but you have to come over here where it is comfortable.” The girl does something to the film feed on the camera and then moves over shyly to the bed, unsure of what she should do. You whisper to Jade, “Let me handle this for now – I want to tease this one and have some fun with her.” Jade nods in agreement and is content to lie off to the side as she watches what happens.
As the girl has zipped her jeans up again you chuckle as you ask her to remove them if you are to help her with her ‘problem’. As she does this shyly, you ask what her name is; she replies “Renee”. Just as she says her name the camera flashes as it takes a picture, and it is then that you understand what she has done with the camera: put it on the timer for taking pictures.
So now the young girl is standing in front of the bed without her jeans and obviously too shy to go further – yet. You get off the bed and approach Renee cautiously, as you really want this girl under your tongue. There is something so sexy yet naïve about her that turns you on immensely, which was part of the reason you chose the girl photographer.
The mousy girl covered up her 34D-25-37 body with baggy, formless clothes, and here you have the chance to see the rest. She wore plain clothes, her nails had never seen a manicure, and there wasn't a touch of makeup on her face. Not that there was anything wrong with her face - her small pouty lips and button nose contrasted strikingly with her large, doe-like eyes.
You took several steps toward Renee, closing the gap between the two of you. The scared girl seemed frozen in place, unable to do anything but stare at the sexy woman coming toward her. Next you turned your attention to Renee's clothes, pulling her baggy sweatshirt over her shoulders, revealing a slinky, black sleeveless tank-top underneath. You grabbed Renee's hands and stroked her fingers, finely shaping and feeling each nail. Renee, still in shock, could only stand and stare. And it was only the beginning – not even a kiss yet.
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