“Would I do? Do I meet the qualifications for your photographs?” She’s looking at me coyly and I’m trying not to show how excited I am by her answer.
“Are you serious? I really wasn’t thinking of you for this. What would your father think? I’m not sure this is a good idea, Kat.” My god! I may actually see this young black teenager naked on my bed before the week is out. My wife is going out of town day after tomorrow and will be gone for four days. The timing couldn’t be more perfect.
“First of all, it’s not something I would tell my father and I don’t think you should either. He doesn’t know about your photography business, does he? He’s not one of your clients is he?” Suddenly the conversation takes an unexpected twist and Katrina is looking at me intently.
“No, your father doesn’t know about it and is not one of my clients.” I answer her honestly. Of course, there aren’t any clients so how could he be?
“Okay. Secondly, I’m 18 years old, can think for myself and I think it might be fun. You didn’t answer whether I would qualify.”
“Well. If we’re going to pursue this I have to ask you a few more questions. First, though, I want you to understand these are very intimate photographs with some extreme close ups that you might find embarrassing, Kat.”
“Chris, I’ve never done anything like this, but I trust you. Just knowing the kind of person you are, I expect that you do whatever it takes to set your models at ease. I’m okay with the types of pictures you’re talking about. What are the questions?”
My cock is pushing hard against my zipper as I contemplate the questions I want to ask, especially since I’m making this up as I go. “Okay, first, are you a virgin?”
“No.” Yes! First hurdle cleared. That’s all I care about but I ask a few more questions to make it seem realistic.
“Okay. Do you have any birth marks, blemishes or tattoos that I should know about before we start taking pictures?” I’m again staring at her cleavage.
“Hmm. Let’s see. I have a small tattoo on the inside of my ankle, but aside from that, nothing.” I get a quick flash of upper thigh and black panties when she lifts her leg up to show me her tattoo. I can barely see a small flower through her nylons.
“Okay, no problem. Are you trimmed, completely shaved or natural?” I ask, looking directly into her sexy, brown eyes.
“What? Oh that!” She’s laughing as she tells me, “Trimmed, I guess. I do trim it, but I don’t shave down there.”
“Perfect. What’s your bra size, Kat.” I’m just curious about this and I’m trying to make it seem like there is specific criteria.
“36C. Wow. Your client requests a specific bra size?” Katrina has gotten past her initial apprehension and is now very intent on meeting the client’s criteria.
“No. But once I’ve found a model, I e-mail the specifics for approval before we do the photo shoot.” I’m trying to sound very businesslike while by heart is pounding in my chest and my cock is throbbing in my pants. “There is no doubt, my client will approve of you.”
“Umm. Tell me again how these pictures are going to be used. I’m not going to show up in some sleazy magazine or all over the Internet am I?” Katrina is starting to think through the ramifications of what she’s agreed to do and I’m afraid she’s going to back out.