“Good, now smile.” I tell her as I snap some more pictures. I again shoot a variety of poses, front and side views, bending forward on the bed with her tits hanging down and lying on the bed with her legs spread. “Okay, now, slip your hand inside your panties and put an ‘oh that feels so good’ expression on your face.” She laughs nervously as she slides her hand down in her panties and tries for a dreamy look, but can’t hold it without cracking up.
“I’m sorry,” she says, still laughing, “It’s just kind of a weird pose. I mean I guess I can see why someone might want it, but it’s just seems funny to me.”
“It’s okay.” I reassure her.” You’re not the first model who’s had trouble holding character during specific poses.” I sit next to her on the bed and adjust the position of her legs, then straighten her panties over her hand. “What if you actually put your finger inside your vagina.” I say, thinking vagina sounds more professional than pussy. “That might help you imagine what the client is looking at when he sees you in this pose.” She blushes from her neck all the to her forehead, but I see her hand move around inside her panties and she lifts her knees slightly, pushing her finger inside her pussy. “What do you think? I ask, “Can you hold that for a couple of pictures?” Her face is flushed with embarrassment but she nods her head and I go back to the camera with my cock about to bust out of my shorts.
Next, I pose her kneeling on the bed, her panties down just enough to show her thick, black triangle of hair. Lastly, I turn her around and shoot her from the back with her panties just below her beautiful black ass cheeks. “Okay, wardrobe change. It’s time for your sexy street outfit. How are you doing, Kat? Do you need a break? Something to drink?”
“No, I’m fine.” She says, getting off the bed and heading for the guest bathroom. She doesn’t bother closing the door, since she’s been practically naked for the last twenty minutes.
“I wonder what it’ll feel like seeing you at work tomorrow when I know you’ve seen me naked like this.” She says loudly, leaning out the bathroom door as she puts on her black lace bra. “Do you think it’ll be weird? Would you feel weird if you knew I’d seen you naked?”
This might be just the opportunity I’ve been waiting for. Thinking on my feet, I say, “It’s funny, a couple of my models insist that I’m naked when I’m photographing them. They say they like to see my physical reaction to their poses. I think they just want to even things out.”
“I didn’t know that was an option.” Katrina says from the bathroom. “I think that’s a great idea. Will you do it?” She asks.
“What? Get naked for this next shoot?” I ask, watching her pull her tank top over her lace bra and zip up her skirt.
“Yes. I think I’d like that.” She says, smiling at me as she walks back into the bedroom. Her sexy street outfit looks like a sailor’s wet dream. Her shiny gold tank top is clinging to her stomach while the scoop neck stretches tightly across her tits leaving an ample amount of cleavage. Her tight black skirt outlines her perfect ass, stopping just below her cheeks to expose most of her black nylon covered legs.