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As I stood outside his door, butterflies danced in my stomach. All of a sudden, I wasn’t sure if this was such a good idea. I glanced over my shoulder at my car, and it took all of my strength not to jump back into my car and drive back to my side of town. My duffel bag began to feel heavier than a ton of bricks so I set it down. I wiped my palms on my jeans and licked my lips. I took a deep breath and counted to ten slowly.

“Get a grip girly,” I told myself.

I was standing outside of Andre Donovan’s home. He was a photographer who was well known by a close friend of mine. He had told her that he was looking for some women to photograph in order to enhance his portfolio. I had wanted to take some pictures for a while, and my girl knew that so she hooked us up.

We spoke on the phone briefly, and talked about some ideas. The only reason I had felt comfortable enough to go to his house was because my friend spoke so highly of him. She had even told me she had taken some pictures with him herself, but refused to let me see them. I figured that her freaky ass was probably eagle-spread on a bearskin rug or something, so I didn’t want to see them anyway.

So here I was standing on his doorstep, rethinking the entire process. I had never even seen this guy, and now I was going to let him see me, at least semi-nude. At that thought, I was going to turn around and walk away until I heard a deep voice.

“How long you gonna stand out there? It’s not summer, and I am tired of looking at you through the peephole”.

I was staring into the face of a model, not a photographer. I was sure of this; his skin was a bronze color, and I could see the hazel inflections in his eyes. His lips were full and he was tall, at least 6’4, I predicted. I had a fetish for tall men, so I normally came pretty close when I estimated. I didn’t know if I was staring or not, and I prayed my mouth was not hanging open as I stared at this gorgeous man. I got myself together and smiled.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I was trying to remember if I had forgotten anything,” I lied.

He opened the screen door and I walked in. I accidentally brushed against his sweater and was tempted to rest my head there. I entered his living room, which was void of furniture besides a long black couch. He motioned for me to have a seat and as he sat down on the opposite end of the couch, I could really see how broad his shoulders were, and how defined his chest was.

“So…Lina, isn’t it?” His eyes didn’t leave mine.

“Yeah, my mother named me after Lena Horne, but my dad wanted to spell it differently” I leaned back on the couch, and noticed that my heart was beating rapidly.

“Well, it’s a pretty name. Now let’s get right to business.” Andre picked up a large black binder. “This is my portfolio. I have not had many women taking pictures lately, mostly families and babies. I make a lot of money from those shoots, but I want to take pictures of women because I’m interested in shooting for magazines like Elle, Vogue and Mademoiselle.”

I nodded as I filed through the pictures. The first few were family photos, traditional backgrounds and smiling faces. Next there were some baby pictures, toothy and toothless grins, pretty little girls with ribbons and boys with baseball bats and teddy bears. In the very back of the portfolio were some very sensual pictures of women of all shapes and colors. The pictures were breathtaking, these women weren’t model-thin yet he somehow captured the essence of each one. There was one women whom I could not take my eyes off of. She was the color of a Hershey’s kiss, like me, and a body shaped like a coke bottle…not like me. She had long hair, like mine, and it was swept over her left shoulder. She lay on her back on the very couch I was sitting on, with one leg raised in the air, totally nude. Her eyes penetrated the camera, as if she was set on fucking it after the flash went off. She was stunning, and I could feel my face getting hot as he watched me looking at the photo.

“You like that one, huh?” He laughed a little as he took a drag off a Philly Blunt cigar. The smell of those babies was an aphrodisiac to me, but I played it cool.

“You took this one?” I asked, just trying to break the tension in the air. It was a stupid question; of course he had taken it, it was in his portfolio.

He gently took the portfolio from me, without answering. I was grateful that he didn’t give me some type of smart-aleck response. He stood up and faced me. I looked up at him and I could see the imprint of his piece through his slacks. Not bad, I thought.

“Are you ready to start our session”? He seemed unfazed by the sexual attraction I thought loomed between us.

“I thought we would start with you signing a release form. This should ease your mind, in case you have any doubts concerning your photos. The release says that these pictures will go no further than my portfolio without your consent.” Andre passed me a set of stapled papers and an ink pen.

I read over the agreement and signed it. It did ease my mind a little to know that if my pictures ended up on the Internet or something, I could sue his fine ass. And he did have a fine ass; I noticed it as he walked into another room.

“I’m finished signing the release, Andre.” I waited for him to respond, but he didn’t say anything. A few moments later, he walked into the room carrying a tripod and some other camera equipment.

“Alright cool,” he said. He took the papers from me and gave them the once-over.

“Did you have any more ideas you wanted to try today?” He looked up at me.

“Umm, I don’t really know. What kind of pictures did you want for the portfolio?”

He shrugged. “Let’s start shooting and see what comes up. Get undressed.” He busied himself setting up the cameras.

I was still nervous but I didn’t want him to think I was a prude. Plus I thought he was fly, and I wanted him to see what I was working with. I slowly unbuckled my belt and pulled it off. He didn’t seem to notice, nor did he flinch when I purposely let the buckle clang to the ground.

I was standing there in my pink thongs and my sweater, hoping he would look up and comment on my body, like most men did. Men often admired my hips, butt, and especially my breasts. But this fella did not as much as gaze up at me. When he asked if I was undressed, his eyes stayed glued to the scenery and props. I rolled my eyes and took finished undressing; think that of course, he was gay.

After I was completely undressed I sat on the couch trying my best to suck in my stomach and look seductive. He looked in my direction nonchalantly.

“I have something just right for you: He disappeared into his bedroom. This was finally the action I was craving, I thought to myself.

He returned a few minutes later with a bottle of baby oil.

“Oil up real good for me please, I don’t want that dry skin showing up in the picture.”

Mortified and embarrassed, I obliged. I raised each leg high over my head, revealing my cleanly shaven pussy to anyone watching. But he certainly wasn’t. Andre was adjusting the lighting in the room. I finished oiling myself and waited for further instruction.

“Ok, let’s get into this.” Andre stood in the middle of the room.

“Come here, Lisa” he signaled for me to stand beside him.

“It’s Lina”, I said. I was a little pissed at the fact that this fine brotha was gay. Another fine one going the other way, I was thinking. Maybe I could hook him up with my homie Dwight.

“Right, Lina, my bad”. His eyes scanned the room before he pointed to the corner of the wall closest to the window.

“I wanna get a few shots by the window before the sun goes down.

I walked over to the window and tried my best to pose sexy. I was pissed when I seen Andre roll his eyes.

“Look, please don’t try to pose, that makes it look coerced. Relax, and be natural.

I took a deep breath and relaxed. I leaned into the window and peered through the blinds.

“Perfect”, he murmured as he took a few shots. I turned my head and looked into the camera. I pouted my lips a little and tilted my head.

“That’s good, great”. I warmed up as he praised me. I sat in front of the blinds so that I could feel the warmth of the sun.

“Sit Indian-style, like you’re meditating.” I followed through and he continued shooting.

We tried me sitting in different positions. I pretended there was no camera between us. I licked my lips, and stared at him instead of looking directly into the camera, trying my best to look seductive. I still got nothing more than a string of “Okays,” and “Greats” from him. I was fuming inside as I caressed my breasts. This man obviously was not attracted to me, he might have even like white girls if he wasn’t gay.

After a few more shoots, I slipped on my robe while he changed film. He glanced up while he fiddled with the camera.

“That’s cool; I want to do a few with you dressed.” I must admit I was a little upset. I mean this man was giving me no play, and I was wearing my favorite scent, Very Sexy by Victoria’s Secret, and he was giving me no rhythm whatsoever. Most men would have complimented me on my smell, shit, even a gay guy. I was starting to think that this guy was just a straight dud.

Andre walked over to me and handed me a pen and a writing tablet. I stared at him puzzled.

“Your friend told me you were a writer so let’s get a few pics showing that.”

“Alright,” I said. I sat on the floor and pretended to write. “How’s this for a pose?”

“That’s cool,” he said. “Just tilt your head a little.”

I tried to oblige but I either tilted too much or not enough. He walked over and kneeled down in front of me. His hands adjusted my head to his liking with his big hands which were surprisingly soft, and instructed me not to budge. He dashed back over to the camera and began snapping until I could feel my neck stiffening.

“Good job, you did alright,” he assured me.

“Thanks I said, I was nervous but I guess you loosened me up.” I smiled weakly. Having his hands on me had made me horny so now I was boiling on the inside once again over his gayness.

“Well, Linda, would you like to take some more pics?”

“Muthaf--.” I started to cuss his pretty ass out. He could at least remember my damn name. But I composed myself.

“Andre, do you have everything you need for your portfolio?” I said his name to show him I had taken the time to remember his.

“Yeah, you took some aiight shots, I’m good. I should have copies for you by next Thursday.” He didn’t even look up at me as he begin taking down the camera.

“Well, that’s fine. I guess I’ll start getting dressed.” I had a little attitude as I bent over to retrieve my clothing from the couch.

“Not so fast”

I turned around and he was smack dab in front of me. I stared up into those eyes. He was standing so close to me I was afraid to breathe.

“Huh?” It was the only thing I could utter. He removed my sash from my robe. I was confused.

“Wha-what are you doing?” I had concluded he was gay, so this turn of events was mind-boggling.

“I’m giving you what you wanted.” He pushed my robe off my shoulders and it slid to the floor. Once again I was naked in front of him.

“What I wanted? I didn’t think you cared what I wanted.” I looked into his eyes, forgetting I was naked.

“Baby, when I saw you I wanted to taste you. But I am a professional. I had my camera in my hand. But now”, he kissed my shoulders.

“I am off-duty.”

I moaned softly as he kissed my shoulders and my neck. His moist tongue felt good on my hot skin. Now I understood that he was not gay, he was attracted to me but he was a man simply trying to work. The fact that he could play it so cool turned me on even more. I raised my hands over my head and he ran his fingers up and down them, finally stopping and my breasts and rubbing them expertly,

“I wanted to do this ever since you undressed, Lina,” I was shocked he remembered my name, and I looked up at him. He winked.

“I knew your name, its beautiful, I was just trying to play if off.”

“So, Andre”, I murmured, as he kneeled in front of me, licking on my breasts, “You do find me desirable?”

He stood up and took my hand, placing it on his crotch, which was huge and feeling like the ultimate package. It was harder than bricks, and it made me so horny to be standing there naked holding his dick through his pants while he was fully dressed.

“Does that answer your question?” he said.

I nodded a response and kept my eyes glue to the front of his pants. He unbuckled his pants, and let the drop to the ground. Damn, he was wearing no underwear, so his dick was just in front of me. He was very, very well endowed. Being a dick connoisseur, I could tell it was nine plus inches.

He took my hands and led me to the couch, the very same one I was posing on. I love the feel of cold leather on my naked ass. I rested on my back as he parted my thighs. He seemed to inhale the scent of my center, which had been marinating since I had brushed past him earlier that day. I thought he was going to dive right in, but he took his time getting there. He licked my legs, starting at my ankles, working his tongue languidly up past my knees, to my thighs. I was feeling all of his movements, but I was aching for him to soar into my middle.

His tongue teased me along my pubic bone as he held my legs in the air. Finally, when I thought I was going to explode from the sheer thought of oral stimulation, his tongue touched one of my lower lips, and his teeth slightly grazed the other. I shivered, not from there being a draft in the room, but from his tongue. I caressed my own breasts, as he licked the lips and hummed a little. I thought the vibrations from his voice alone would cause orgasms in me. He opened my up and entered with his tongue. He licked and sucked at my clit like forbidden fruit. I was in paradise. Sheer ecstasy took over my body as he went in deeper and deeper with his tongue. I began feeling tremors low at first, then becoming more pronounced. My moans turned into yelps, which would have embarrassed me in my apartment, but here I didn’t give a damn because I didn’t know his neighbors. I began panting and, he looked up at me, as if he wanted to see the full orgasm. I closed my eyes, feeling myself arriving, and the tremors turned into full quakes as I came and climaxed.

Andre smiled his sexy as smile and scooped me into his arms, leading me into his bedroom. It was completely dark by now, yet he had candles in his room giving off the scent of lavender, I detected. I lie on his bed and watched his retrieve a condom from the nightstand drawer. He knelt on the bed beside me as he placed it over his piece, which looked ready to blast off. As he entered me, I prayed he would not come to fast, so that I could enjoy what he had to offer me.

As he gently pushed the head inside, he shivered and uttered a low, “Ooooh.” I knew what that meant. He was startled by the tightness and wetness that could be felt even through the condom. I shifted myself and raised my hips so he could enter more of his magnificent dick. He eased further into me until I felt filled up.

He moved on top of me slowly and I caught his rhythm. We did our dance for a while before Andre picked up the pace and began grinding like nobody’s business. I loved it when he looked into my eyes, as he would push further into me. He turned me over, without exiting my body, and sexed me from behind like a pro. He fucked me in long strokes, while caressing my breasts. I groaned as he grinded and gripped his pillows to keep from pulling my hair out.

“Lina, Lina, Lina, damn!” He called out my name, and I was sure he would never forget it again. After a few pumps, and jerks, he came and fell to my side. The candles flickered before burning out.

We lay quietly for a few minutes. His hands never left my breasts, and my mouth was dry from all the screaming and carrying on I had done. I was so exhausted; I fell asleep in the man’s bed.

Around thirty minutes later, I woke up and he was not in the bed. I sat up in the bed, temporarily forgetting where I was, and how the hell I had gotten in that bed. Refreshing my thoughts, Andre walked into the room, holding a glass of water.

“Thank you”, I said. As I drank the water, I felt a little embarrassed, having sex with this man I barely knew, virtually at first sight. I looked up from my glass sheepishly.

He had the same look on his face, and then cleared his throat.

“Lina, I would never risk my credibility as a photographer, so I want you to know that I do not have sex with every model I work with. In fact, you are the first person I ever photographed—with the exception of girlfriends—that I slept with. I think you are sexy as hell, and I want something more from you than what we just did. Now don’t get me wrong, it was good, but I am not an aimless sex kind of guy.”

I was speechless at his words. I had no clue where this relationship could go, nor if there was any sincerity in his words. But this man looked like a little boy standing in front of me, wearing only a towel covering his lower half. He didn’t have to say anything to me; I was just as much to blame for our encounter as he was. Maybe there was some truth to his words, but only time could tell. He looked stressed from my lack of a response, so I smiled and pulled him down next to me on the bed. Damn, I thought, I’d love to have his picture in my wallet. Or even by my bed for those nights when I pulled Buster out of my panty drawer. I spied a Polaroid camera on his chester drawer and stood to retrieve it.

He looked at me, puzzled as I stood over him with the camera. I grinned mischievously at him as the flash went off.

“Baby, I’m feeling you too…let’s see what develops”

THE END
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