She entered the studio at the same time Derek was returning wearing the white bibs and a tool belt strung around his waist still minus a shirt. “Oscar, do you have any red shoes to go with this dress,” she asked as she headed toward the boxes she had collected the black pumps from earlier.
“Look at the “X” on the box. The color of the “X” should give you the color of the shoes.”
“Found them.” In no time she had found a pair of red flats, more to her liking than the high heels, that fit and matched the red of the dress.
Oscar and Derek stood tentatively in front of the couch set; the vibrators were nowhere in sight which made her breathe a sigh of relief though she wondered who had cleaned her ooze off of the last device. Derek was finishing a beer in a longneck bottle and Oscar handed her a fresh glass of wine. “You might need this as we get going here. It’s not easy posing with a stranger the first time; particularly in the nude.”
Oscar explained, “Here’s how I see this developing. Friendly electrician finds beautiful, lonely wife at home and things develop from there. Get it, “develop” from there…that’s photography humor,” Oscar joked trying to lighten the tension of the moment. “Let’s start slow and see where this takes us. You both best finish your drinks and we’ll get going from there.”
They started with Jennifer seated on the sofa where she had not too long before been knifing a rubber phallus into her pit while Derek watched her climax. Derek stood at the end of the sofa wearing a blue hard hat and his tool belt over the white bib overalls. Oscar coaxed them closer together while he snapped shot after shot with his digital camera.
The first real physical contact when Oscar told his son to go to “rear standing” behind the full figured blonde and to drape his right arm around her waist. Jennifer could feel the bulge of his penis poking her in the buttocks and marveled at how she had already caused him to get a semi-erection. “Now other hand across her chest and cup her right breast”, Oscar directed. Derek’s dark hand contrasted dramatically with the white of her dress. He gently massaged the flesh of her nipple with the palm of her hand causing it to bud up under the friction.
“Okay, Jennifer look across your left shoulder into his eyes…and Derek, unbutton one of the buttons on the dress….slide your hand under the material.”
Jennifer started when the palm of his warm hand came in contact with the erect nipple of her right breast. “Sorry, he whispered in her ear,” apologetically. “We’ll get a lot more intimate than this in a bit though.”
Jennifer swung her eyes to the large monitor where the digital camera images were popping up after each shot that Oscar was taking. She was amazed at how sexy the black hand slid under the fabric of that white dress with the tiny roses on it really looked. You could see the nipple poking through the fabric between the fingers of Derek’s hand.
Oscar coached Derek through a number of manual maneuvers to create a visual banquet of his fingers and hands playing with her turgid nipples and ample breasts. Twirling between thumb and forefinger, between middle and forefinger, teasing with the pinky, cupping the entire breast with the hand and ever so gently tweaking that rubbery nubbin were all images that jumped up on the monitor.
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