Morning Licks
I woke up and heard soft, sweet music playing on the radio. That definitely wasn’t the station I listen to. The music was enough to put me to sleep. So what was it that woke me? My own squeals. My boobs and pussy were tingling and it was spreading all over my body. Everything was sooo sensitive.
I wrapped my arms around the body on top of me and felt hard bones under soft, feminine skin. The head at my breasts had long, silky hair. That’s when I remembered Rachel. We were roommates and there was only one king-size bed.
Her mouth was on one of my breasts and she was licking at my hard nipple. Her hands were between my legs. I could feel fingers on my thighs and labia. They all felt great and were really getting to me. She switched sides and spread the tingles to my other breast until that nipple was hard. She started kissing her way down my stomach and kept her hands busy while she did.
I started wriggling and trying to wrap my legs around her. She slipped out of their grip by sliding farther down me. She was kissing around my pussy – on my legs, mound and labia. I was almost back to the squealing, but my boobs felt neglected in the open air. I used my own hands to take care of them. That got me squealing and bucking my hips.
“Hey, settle down. I can’t hold on to you,” came in her sweet voice.
I tried to hold still and must have done well enough. She put her mouth to my pussy and I felt something between my labia stroking up my slit. It was wet, warm and rough. Must have been her tongue. My pussy went wild. It was back in shape after the wonderfully rough treatment of the night before – more than back in shape, it was extremely sensitive. Every one of Rachel’s licks shot a thrilling tingle all the way up to my throat and came out as a squeal. I grabbed at my boobs and they felt good, too. The only interruption to all that excitement was trying not to move too much.
Something found my clit and put me over. I have no idea how much I wriggled or bucked. I know I squealed a lot because I always do. The orgasm lasted for a while, then I lay there gasping. Rachel moved away from me for a second. I think she wiped her face with a towel, then moved up to snuggle with me.
“Someday came today, Em. Did you like it?” she asked.
“It’s wonderful. Sexy and thrilling in a sweet, gentle way. I didn’t do anything that hurt you, did I?” I answered.
“You move a lot. Nothing hurt, but I can see how you need those powerful legs to hold a guy on. Why do you ask?” she probed.
I told her about the shower with Sarah on Tuesday. I also told her about the time Pam did me in biology class and I convulsed so hard she was the only thing holding me.
“So I’m not your first? Is this Pam girlfriend material?” she wondered.
I told her about Pam’s boyfriend and her experimenting with a lesbian. That’s where she learned how to do me so well.
“So how about it, Rach – can you teach me that stuff?” I concluded.
“Thought you’d never ask,” she said and she moved on top of me.
She started a kiss and pressed her tongue into my mouth. I accepted that tongue and gave her back mine after a minute. My hands went to her little boobs, too. She gasped and her nipples got hard.
“What makes you think you have much to learn?” she asked.
“I figure the stuff that excites me is what will excite you. I did that to Sarah with my hands, but I don’t know how to do it with my mouth,” I explained.
“Okay, we’ll have a lesson in licking. No more foreplay, though. I want you paying attention,” she declared like a teacher.
She flicked on the light on the nightstand and positioned me sitting at the edge of the bed. She went into kissing around thighs and mound as a preliminary. She just talked about it, but I imagined her doing it. I had myself breathing hard and she noticed.
“Think of Ralph,” she said suddenly.
He’s a great photographer but way not attractive. That had me calmed down immediately and I was attentive again. She told me to lick up through her slit, trying to push my tongue in farther every time. The idea is to stroke the inner labia. She said to go for the clit after some of that and use a finger to get inside her vagina.
She got down between my legs, looked up and said, “See, like this ...”
She put her tongue at the back of my pussy and dragged it most of the way to the front. She stopped just short of my clitoral hood. After the night before and an orgasm from her, that lick ran straight to my squeal box. My legs clamped together on her head and held her for a few seconds.
When she got loose, she said, “You’re really ready. Expect a girl to need a lot more of those licks before she gets that far. With the finger and the clit, it goes like this ...”
She slid her finger slowly into my vagina. She must have found my spot when she did me before because she went right to it this time. Her tongue went between my labia just above her finger and licked upward again. It got to my clitoral hood, dug in and she dragged it across my raw clit. Another squeal came out, I threw my head back and bucked my hips up into her face.
“Yeah, like that,” she said while I tried to come down. “That’s another stroke you have to do a few times unless the girl is really hot. You, dear Emily, are really hot today.”
I sat there gasping and shuddering after my instantaneous mini-orgasm. I wanted more, but figured I’d have to earn it first. I put my hands on her cheeks and lifted her head. She stood and I guided her to sit beside me on the bed. I went through the kissing and boob work that was supposed to get her excited. We kissed and I tasted something strange on her mouth – my juices. It wasn’t bad, just new to me. Kisses on her mouth, ears, neck and shoulders brought soft, sweet moans. She was letting me get to her and going with it. She lay back on the bed and I followed right on top of her.
My mouth moved down her chest and replaced my hands on her little perky breasts. I sucked on her hard nipples and licked her boobs all over. Those little things didn’t just get hard at the nipples and areolas, they were swelling all around. The bigger, puffy, swollen boobs felt better to me. There was more there.
My hands went to work on her legs and mound until my mouth started downward again. Those hands still had some boob work to do. I could tell Rachel was getting as much out of stimulation to her breasts as I do even though hers are smaller. I gave her as much of that as I could while I could still reach her chest.
I could kiss and lick her mound while I was sitting beside her, but couldn’t get into her pussy very well at all. I got on the floor between her legs. My hand went to the back of her legs and her ass. That wasn’t because she told me to, but because that’s what I would like. I kissed around her inner legs and mound alternating the kisses with licks that made her quiver.
She was giving a lot of those soft moans and keeping up steady quivers all around her ass and legs. I figured that’s how she acts when she’s excited and that she was ready for the next step. I put my tongue at the back of her slit and licked forward. That gave me a big taste of her juices. They tasted about like mine, so it wasn’t a big surprise and certainly didn’t make me want to stop. Her quivering and moans made me want to keep going. I was actually pleasing her with my mouth.
I licked her a few times like that, pressing my tongue in farther every time. There’s more in there than just her outer labia. All that stuff was wet and tasted of her juices. It also got her more excited when I licked it. Her quivering got more tense and the moans came louder as if from an open mouth.
I just guessed the right time to try the finger. I slid it into her vagina. It felt like my own and like Sarah’s except for the fast, tense quivering that must be Rachel’s own reaction. I felt around in there for a spot. I found a place that made Rachel gasp in the middle of her moans and made sure I got that spot more than any other. I looked up over her skinny body and saw her head rolling back and forth.
I guessed that meant she was ready for more tongue action. I tried licking some more and farther up her slit. There wasn’t much difference in her reaction, so I checked her out. I just hadn’t licked up far enough. Her hood was at the very top of her slit and her clit was bulging out from under it already. I tried again. I drew my tongue up until it came out from between her labia. That got it to run across her clit.
Rachel went tense all over, caught her breath and sat up off the bed a little. Her eyes were closed tightly and her face was contorted in an orgasmic grimace. I didn’t want her intense pleasure to end, so I did another lick and some more work with my finger. Her orgasm kept going, alright. She got more intense and started squeezing my head between her legs. Her quivering had built until she was almost bucking away from my mouth. She gave one final cry and convulsion, then collapsed back on the bed.
I pulled my finger and tongue out of her and backed away. I could see the value of the towel she’d put by the bed. It took a few wipes to get her juices off my face. When that was done, I crawled up beside her and snuggled. That’s what I liked when she did it, so I returned the favor.
“Someday has come for sure. Emily, you’re great. Are you sure that tongue was a virgin?” she asked after she recovered.
“I learn fast?” was my tentative response.
She decided we needed to get to our shower and be ready for work. I didn’t see it that way and you know how I can be in a shower. She dragged me in there and started to wash me. She was fairly serious and just washed. My turn wasn’t so serious. I used my boobs on her chest and had her moaning again. I reached both hands around to her ass while I kissed her. I walked her back against the wall and slid her into the corner. My kisses went down her front and dwelled on her still-swollen boobs.
“Let’s see if I got this right,” I said as I slipped down to kneel in front of her.
Her only response was moaning. I stuck my mouth between her legs and kissed her all over. She was moaning uncontrollably when I got to her mound the second time. That’s when I started licking her slit. I only needed a few strokes to get all the way in to her inner labia. That got her to the open-mouth moans.
That also got her weak to the point where I had to hold her up. Her legs were just quivering. I was leaning against them to keep them straight. I also had my hands behind her stroking her ass and keeping her leaning into the corner of the shower.
One of those hands had another job. Her vagina needed a finger to get at that spot. It got one. I found her spot right away and she was soon gasping and wriggling. I licked her labia a few more times without going high enough to get her clit. By then, she was all gasps and her hips were doing as much bucking as quivering.
The hand behind her had the added job of holding her against my face. It slid into the crack of her ass and landed on her anus. That sent her into an orgasmic convulsion and I hadn’t got to her clit yet. I kept the pressure on her ass while I got back to the licking. The licks that got her clit brought more gasps and higher pitch, quicker and stronger moans. She finally went rigid all over and held like that for several seconds – long enough for me to lick her clit a bunch of times.
Her gasps and shudders told me when her orgasm was over. I stood and washed off my face in the shower. I still had to keep a hand on her to keep her from sliding down the wall. When my face was clean, I snuggled with her and gave her a few kisses. When I backed away from the kisses, I noticed her looking at me like she needed revenge – absolutely predatory.
“Bitch!” she whispered.
She swiped her hand up between my legs and grabbed my pussy a little roughly. Her other arm went to my elbow. She spun me around with my back to her and pulled me against her. Her mouth went for my ear and neck. Her hand on my pussy was doing all the right things. She had one finger in my vagina and was getting to my clit at the same time. I was sooo sensitive that I started squealing right away.
Rachel’s other hand came around to my boob and cupped it. My boobs were over-sensitive, too. She had me and had her revenge. The tingles from my pussy mixed with the ones from my boobs and drove me over. I had one of those long orgasms that leaves me oblivious. I don’t know how long it lasted, what positions we were in or what I did. At the end, she was sitting on the floor of the shower and I was sitting on her lap. I was breathing hard and glowing all over. She was looking well satisfied herself.
We washed for real and dried each other. Coy smiles and teasing strokes with the towels didn’t come to anything. We were about out of time and I was getting hungry ... for food. We checked out our schedules for the morning. We had the same show and were to get hair and makeup there.
The breakfast buffet was crowded. Almost everyone from our agency was working that show and hit the buffet at the same time. Lots of us were naked and all smiling and friendly to each other – except Tara. She looked pissed and kept whispering to the tararists around her.
Tiffany, the former tararist who deserted and came to supper naked the night before, got special treatment. She was naked again at breakfast and joined right in with the rest of us. Two tararists cut in beside her in the food line. We could see the elbows and hear some of the taunts, but not everything. From the look on Tiffany’s face, there must have been some threats. A minute later, Tiffany’s plate was on the floor and the tararists were walking away.
“So high school,” Ari repeated from behind me. “That’s not where we are.”
“But it’s what they understand,” I tried to excuse what I was thinking of.
Tiffany cleaned up a little by picking up the spilled food and putting it on the plate. She was really just keeping her head down to hide the tears. A busboy took the plate from her. She came back to where I was to get another plate and start over with the food. Ari and I let her in between us. I filled my plate with stuff from the close end of the buffet and turned to find a table. There was Tara marching straight toward Tiffany with evil in her eye. I’m really rather proud of holding my plate and keeping my balance while I put her on the floor. That took one shot from my hip with my foot hooked around hers.
“Oh, Tara. I’m so sorry. It was all my fault. Here, let me help you up,” I said out loud.
People who saw the whole thing weren’t fooled. Tara was definitely not fooled. She slapped my hand away and glared up at me. She was shaking with rage and I knew to expect trouble. At least she didn’t try anything else at breakfast.
The mass of models for the first show was waiting in the hotel lobby. About half of them were naked. The clerks and people checking out were getting a real show. Some, like me, had coats while others were trying to take the nudity too far. A small bus came and we piled in. The bus hadn’t been running very long. It’s heater was working, but all the seats were still cold. Goosebumbs and hard nipples popped out like a rash on all the naked models. They looked over my coat and got the message. Some clothes are for more than modesty. As soon as the bus stopped, lots of shivering models dashed into the designer’s place.
That show was for evening gowns – the formal fancy stuff. We all got heavy makeup and formal hair styles. There was a gang of makeup artists to do all of us. Our friend Gilda was in charge of that gang. She had to spend a lot of time advising and supervising, so she could only do a few of us herself. Rachel, Christy, Tish and I were the favored few. I got ringlets in my hair and a smiling wink from Gilda.
Christy was one of the few models from other agencies. She and Rachel were headlining the show. Following the theme from the rest of the week, I had rack 3. The dresses on my rack had the deepest plunging necklines and my boobs gave them a good jiggling. Nothing in this show gave my trademark any exposure, though.
Even with so many models, we were rushed. These dresses take a long time to put on right and assistants have to spend time pinning them to fit just so. The runway was long, too. Five of us were out on it at once. I paid attention to just the dresses, getting them on right and getting into the right place in line behind Rachel.
Every now and then, Rachel would yelp, “Eeep!” just after I came up behind her in line. Of course, by the time she or anyone else looked, innocent little Emily had her hand away from Rachel’s ass and was looking around, too.
“You will so regret that,” she threatened, but it didn’t come across as much of a threat.
When the show was over, the headliners, Rachel and Christy, got to stand by the designer for her bows. Then she came into the dressing room to get me. I gave my usual hand-over-mouth reaction, recovered and started to reach for one of the dresses I’d worn.
“Leave it,” she said. “The way the buzz is going, a show only makes the A list this week if it shows you off naked. C’mon.”
She led me out on stage and made me take a bow. I got as much applause as Rachel and Christy did. They didn’t blush as much as I did.
I don’t know when it happened, but my coat was moved from the rack to a chair sometime during the show. It was in the seat of the chair with the front closed over the back like someone had been wearing it and just stood up. I opened it to pick it up and put it on. The shock hit me suddenly. I went numb, my knees wobbled and I almost threw up. Somebody had been sitting in it. There was a turd neatly wrapped in my coat!
Damage control time. Icky as it was, I carried the coat to a ladies’ room so the shit wouldn’t fall out. I dumped the turd in a toilet and washed the wool lining of the coat until all the brown was gone. I’ve worked as a babysitter and changed diapers. I can handle a little brown spot. I dried it as best I could, but it was still a little cold around my bare ass.
I went back to the dressing room looking for trouble. Most of the models were milling around waiting for the bus back to the hotel. I looked them over and got smiles back from most of them. Some did give my coat looks of envy, but they were all my friends who tried to go naked all morning. Tara’s look wasn’t as angry as before. I didn’t understand it until later.
Christy was giving me the eye and coming closer as if she had something to say. I was suspicious. She had done things to me before, after all.
“Do you still have it in for me?” I challenged. “Somebody ...”
”Not me! I give up. What that J-bird told me hit home later that day,” she told me. “I’m over the hill. Only 28, and I’m finished in this business. Can’t even get a decent calendar. I’ve decided to retire and let you be the new queen.”
“What? You got a calendar. Damn photographer left our location to come shoot it,” I sounded pissed.
“Rolly Polley? Clue: Don’t use Rolly Polley. Constantine Polley, and with a build like that what else would we call him? That bastard didn’t get one shot I’d release. The publisher can’t get me another photographer, so I don’t get a calendar this year,” she ranted. “You’re the next queen bee. Gotta be tough. They expect it. Somebody did something to you, you gotta hurt ‘em. Maybe physically, maybe not. When you try to pull some humiliating trick? Be sure that’s not just what the victim wants. You sure did well with all those naked numbers on Monday.”
“Umm ... Thanks, I think,” I replied. “Hey, have you tried Willis? You know – Jerry’s assistant. He’s breaking out and a supermodel’s calendar would do him some good, too.”
“Jerry’s way too busy, and I only think I remember his assistant. Did he do any of you?” she asked.
“Yeah, we did an ad last night. It was great, and sooo sexy,” I related.
“I’ll call him at Jerry’s. Thanks. By the way, after I cooled off I voted for you,” she said, punching me lightly in the stomach and walking away.
She was getting into a cab as we all piled onto the little bus again. Lots of naked models sat close to each other and to the bus heater. I think they got the message that clothes are for more than modesty.
In the few minutes before lunch, I rinsed out my coat again and dried it with the hair dryer. It didn’t even smell shitty, but the idea still pissed me off. Hunger pangs took my mind off that. Warm coats were the topic of conversation among naked models at the buffet. I went for the food instead of letting my anger show.
I ate a big plate of food and went back for desert. Tara chose that moment to get something, too.
“So how does your coat smell?” she whispered to me.
I couldn’t believe she’d tip her hand like that. I can snap her like a pretzel. You’d think she’d be a little more afraid of me. A few minutes later, she left the room. You know how it is for models with yellow fingers. They need to make a stop in the restroom right after every meal.
I followed a minute later. Tara was in a toilet stall and I heard her throw up. I was tempted to try to push her into it, but the stall door was closed and she flushed too quickly. She was very unhappy to see me standing there when she came out. I was between her and the door.
“Tell me about my coat, Tara,” I said with a voice that almost hid my seething anger.
“Fuck you,” she sneered and tried to walk by.
One little push later she was sliding across the floor on her ass.
“Is that mindless curse all you can think of? You are going to tell me about my coat, you know. Do it before it hurts,” I threatened.
“Okay, bitch. I’m the queen of this agency and I don’t need any naked high school kid trying to be popular. It doesn’t work that way,” she said as she stood up.
I walked slowly over to her and put my hand on her chest. She tried to take a step and found out how strong that hand is.
“What does that say about my coat, Tara?” I asked in a more forceful voice.
“You got shit in your coat. There’s shit in your coat every time you put it on, so my turd should feel right at home,” she admitted.
I let that get to me. I hauled back, swung as hard as I could and smacked her across the face. You could count the fingers in the red mark I left on her cheek. She’s really slow or didn’t believed I’d hit her face because she just stood there. She didn’t flinch or try to duck. She caught all the strength in my slap and it knocked her across the room. She doubled over the washstand. She recovered slowly, then looked into the mirror and saw my handprint.
“Don’t hit my face!” she screamed.
“Umm ... Already did?” I pointed out. “And I’m going to do it again.”
I pulled her arm to turn her around. She pulled back and cowered away from me.
“Noooo,” she cried rubbing her cheek. “You win. You’re the queen bee. Don’t hit me. I’ll ... I’ll go naked, just don’t hit me.”
“Make your own choice about clothes. Do what you’re comfortable with. Just leave me alone. You don’t like me. That’s okay. You’re allowed. You can leave me alone if you’re not going to be friendly,” I tried to give her a way out. “I am going to hit you again – on the face. It’ll be hard like this if you piss me off again. It’ll be real gentle if we finish the week without any more trouble.”
I stroked her cheek right over the red mark. She drew back, caught her breath and kept crying. She was hurting and scared. I hope she was scared enough to leave me alone. She’d given in too quickly. Being left alone was the best I could hope for from Tara.
Alone is how I wanted to be while I cooled off. I went to my room, but wasn’t alone. Rachel was waiting for me and asked what was wrong. She knows I don’t have bulimia, so she figured I was after Tara about something. I told her about the turd. She looked sick at first, then broke out laughing. It turned out that’s what I really needed – humor. I laughed, too. I told her about Tara and the one-sided battle in the ladies’ room. That had us both laughing again. The laughing roared once more when I put the coat on to leave. She couldn’t face me that time.
Swimsuits
Jerry took me to my afternoon show. It was showing swimsuits by an outfit called Motorboats. It turned out to be an ordinary line of one and two piece suits with the usual sprinkling of supporting tops and sheer bottoms that just feel like they cover.
Danica, Monique and Sarah were there, too. I noticed that none of them were going naked outside the dressing room yet. I also noticed a little extra redness and swelling around Sarah’s pussy. I prodded her about it and finally got her to confess. It seems she’s as good at sex with the guys as she is with the girls.
“Okay, I got laid. It was after my morning show with a real hunk of a man named Dave,” she told us. “He was raving about strong, curvy girls who go naked and are great lays. He also said it was too bad there wasn’t enough this time to go around for his friend, Paul.”
I smiled and remarked, “So he got the luck this time.”
Sarah figured it out, pointed at me and giggled. Monique and Danica got it a few seconds later.
Monique rolled her eyes and said, “Why do I only get Ron?”
We got all the suits that would be presented well by strong, curvy models. Other “conventionally proportioned” models got the rest.
I had a little rest and a shot at some homework problems before the evening social hour. I had a shoot scheduled after that, so I had to be there early again. There were quite a few naked models around. Whatever they were buzzing about, they quit when I came in. That got the old “Uh-oh. Now what?” reaction.
I went to the bar for a glass of wine as usual. The same bartender was there, but he acted differently. He picked up the dispenser for soft drinks and pointedly asked what I wanted.
“White wine?” I asked tentatively. “Please.”
“Trust me. Tonight you really don’t want wine,” he was trying to tell me something.
“Okay. Gingerale, but in a wine glass, please,” I relented.
Jerry was there already and led me to a table as soon as I had my glass. Lots of models gathered around. They were a little surprised by the first thing Jerry pulled out. I don’t think they’d seen it yet. It was a magazine for school athletic coaches. It had the ad for Sportech’s cheerleader skirt. You remember the one with beads on strings and the picture Pam got when that skirt first surprised me. I had my hips rotated back, my knees were buckled and crossing and I was trying to clutch at my pussy. My hands hadn’t quite got there, so my pussy showed a little under the skirt. My face was looking at the camera, actually I’d looked up at Pam just then, and I had an expression of surprise crossed with pure sex.
The two lines of the caption read, “Do you know the secret of this skirt?” and “Emily does!”
“Endorsement!?” Tish exclaimed from behind me. “You got an endorsement? Damn, you’re doin’ good, girl.”
“Not endorsement,” I corrected. “But that is my exclusive contract for athletic wear.”
The other thing Jerry showed was one the other models had seen. They were just waiting to see my reaction. It was the cover of the fashion weekly. It showed a girl’s hips and a little bit of leg. All very bare. The hips were tilted with all her weight on one leg. One hand was behind her and the other held a wine glass in front of one side at a casual angle. The center of interest was the girl’s bare-shaven pussy and the bright red circle of pubic hair above it. My trademark was on a cover! I remembered doing that pose for the photographers at Monday’s reception, but didn’t think they got that close.
The headline read, “The Big Splash.”
My open-mouth reaction, complete with “Huh?” brought giggles from the girls and an explanation from Jerry. This weekly recognizes the model who makes the biggest splash during the show season. I’d been a prime candidate since the moment I made Ms Lakes scream on Saturday. Photographers, designers, show managers and the like who employ models get to vote at the publication’s web site. Some models vote, too, particularly past winners like Rachel. Agents are too conflicted to vote, but they do spread the buzz when one of their models has a chance.
When the voting shows a strong early winner, the weekly shows big hints like this cover. He flipped the paper open and pointed out the blurb for the scheduled event at lunchtime Friday. The photo spreads for Rachel, me and two others from Monday evening were in there next. They were followed by the article from the interview I did on Tuesday. That reporter dwelt on the fact that I’m just 15 and only take a week off school for modeling. He repeated the ‘15’ part a lot.
I was all squeally thrilled and the models around me were congratulating me and making jokes to keep my head from swelling too much. About then two men in sloppy, cheap suits came in. Helen challenged them, but acted like she was forced to give in. She pointed at me.
“Emily O’Connell?” one of them boomed.
I stood up tall, proud and naked. One of the men introduced them as police detectives and they both showed their ID. The other one picked up my drink. They accused me of underage drinking. I guess you can’t get away with that when the world knows you’re too young. Jerry made a half-hearted attempt to protest, but he really thought I was busted.
The bartender had vanished.
“What? What drinking? Check it out. It’s gingerale,” I acted innocent and outraged. “Just because I want to look big with it in a wine glass, that isn’t a crime.”
“This looks different,” said the cop holding up the weekly cover.
“This isn’t alcoholic. What makes you think that is?” I continued my theme.
“A picture can’t be evidence of that,” Jerry points out. “There’s no way to tell what was in that glass and she’s not drinking from it anyway.”
The cops look all pissed and give me a stern warning as cops always do. They left. They left me wondering who called because that’s something they don’t bother with unless there’s a complaint. I didn’t wonder for long. Tara came strolling by with a smirk on her face. Imagine the grin she’d have had if I’d been arrested.
I got into the usual crowd of naked models, grown by more and more going naked every day. I acted out what I just went through and wasn’t very complimentary about the cops. Lots of the girls talked about coats and acted out how cold they were on the bus ride. They all agreed not to try that again.
Evening Shoot
The rest of the social hour was fun and so was supper. I was well nourished and ready to go for the evening shoot. Jerry and Dickie both took me to the photographer’s studio. The very strange part is that they both stayed and watched the shoot. That was one of the same photographers who shot us Monday evening for the weekly.
It was a first-class shoot. I could tell immediately by the makeup and hair artist – Gilda.
“With you, I don’t have problems. Makes work easy. I can do this all day,” she said when I commented about her long day.
This time we were doing an editorial on the big fashion news of the season – peekaboo and fall-off fashions. Some of those were from the Katarina’s Hope catalog. Other designers and catalog lines were represented, too. They all have one thing in common – some trick that exposes something unexpected. That’s the big fashion news.
I picked up on the tricks quickly and come up with good ways to show them. The photographer bought most of my ideas. When he didn’t agree it’s because he had one that was really better.
One dress has a three-layer skirt split up the front to the waist. All three layers overlap across the split, so the dress stays closed most of the time. A combination of breeze and steps can make it look interesting in flashes. Just try to sit in it. It falls completely open from the waist down. That one gave my trademark the best exposure of the shoot.
A certain top is normally held up by strings over the shoulders. The strings meet and stick together in the middle of the back. When the strings are unstuck, one is guaranteed to fall off the shoulder and down one arm. That pulls the top off the boob on that side down to the point where tape sticks it to the nipple ... or not if you leave off the tape.
One top that’s peekaboo without any specific tricks is the old standard halter, but cut narrow. That one was solid across the front, but was cut away at both sides. It normally showed the sides of my boobs, but not the nipples. Swaying, turning and especially dancing would bring out the best from that halter, first from one side then from the other. Really want it to show you off? Lean over to one side, say with an elbow on the table.
A line of sheer dresses has inner panels that don’t stay in place for long. The one I modeled is transparently sheer with an inner halter from about the navel, over each boob then to the shoulder seam. In reality, the inner panels are too long to make the trip directly. They’re held in line over the boobs by threads that run up to the collar. The threads are replaceable. They have to be. They dissolve in about an hour. That’s when the inner panels start to slip off your boobs.
The photographer didn’t want to wait an hour. He got scissors and came at me. He got this thing about being professional, though. He stopped before he touched me. I just stood there. He was going to have to handle the dress and me to get to that thread. He finally did and even rebuttoned the top for me. I bounced so that one panel was half way off its boob and the other fell all the way off.
There were more for the editorial. The photographer and I were both happy that the shoot took an hour less than expected and there were no retakes. He put his arm around my shoulder and squeezed me. That sortof made me wish Gilda, Jerry and Dickie weren’t there. He hadn’t turned me on very much and I was getting a little tired, but the sneaky sexy clothes had me interested.
“That was a great job, Emily. I see what the splash is all about,” he said. “You’re even better on a serious job than you were Monday. I would have voted for you then when you were the only naked one, but I work for the weekly and can’t vote.”
Since I finally understood the voting thing, I just thanked him. As shoots go, this one was more fun than work.
Jerry said to Dickie in the taxi, “See? The work ethic, sharp mind and a body everyone wants to see. She’s super.”
“Don’t I wish,” I interjected.
“Seen your web site lately?” Jerry retorted and I caught on quickly.
“Hey, don’t price me out of the market. I like working this much ... Well, almost this much,” I was still needling about not getting an evening off.
“The price isn’t that high. The main thing with the ‘Call for terms’ note is that they have to go to you during the school year. Any objections?” he replied.
I didn’t object, especially since that’s what I’d been trying to get him to do. Both men looked unhappy to be leaving me for the evening. I pecked both their cheeks when they dropped me off at the hotel. Either of them could have had me if they had a place to lay me. They were off to Dickie’s, though. That little let-down made me feel just how tired I was.
There was a little bevy of models on their way out of the hotel. Their coats were hanging open like mine and we were all naked under them. Tish was one of them and I knew all the others.
Tish grabbed my arm, tugged toward the door and invited, “Where you been? We’re goin’ clubbing. C’mon.”
“Been working and couldn’t dance if I tried. I’ll get back to you when I have a night off,” I sighed.
She checked my unfucked pussy and concluded, “Yeah, workin’ ... too bad.”
Rachel was waiting for me in our room – all sprawled out naked on the bed. I put the coat away, jumped on the bed and came to a bouncing stop beside her. All she had to do was turn her head to kiss me. She did and I returned it with tongue. The rest of me just lay there – until she got to work on me.
The kiss progressed to caresses all over my upper body. Her mouth was kissing and licking my ears, neck and mouth. Her hands ran around my shoulders, arms, sides and landed on my boobs. Everything she touched tingled. I even did some light moaning and a little squeal when she tweaked my hard nipples. I could tell I was breathing harder and had a big smile on my face when her mouth wasn’t in the way. Yep, I was getting in the mood.
She started sliding down me. Her hands led the way down my stomach and onto my legs. Her mouth followed down over my shoulders and chest to my boobs. Her licking got my areolas to catch up with my nipples, all hard and pointy. Her fingers got my pussy all wet and runny. She hadn’t put anything in me. All she had to do was rub around my mound and legs a little. I was really in the mood.
She was still licking one of my boobs when she stuck a finger into my vagina. That brought a good squeal out of me. I started bucking my hips and that threw skinny, light Rachel all around. I wrapped my legs around her and held her on me. She looked up from my boob and smiled. The sight of that beautiful face smiling because of something I did worked on me some more. The feelings in my pussy got more intense and so did the bucking.
She was ready to give me a good licking, but couldn’t navigate around on me with all the bucking and my tight leg grip around her ass. She stopped all the stuff she was doing. I settled down a little, but my squeals became more insistent than pleasured. I realized what she needed, so I quit the bucking, relaxed my legs and tried to stay still.
She slid down me. She put her face between my legs and her arms around my ass. She had my boobs involved and just abandoned them. I took care of them myself. She took care of the rest of me. I knew what I was feeling after her lesson that morning. After the first few licks, I didn’t pay much attention. The tingles and squeals turned into an orgasm that I just enjoyed.
She kept at it as long as my orgasm lasted. That was a satisfyingly long time. It ended with me shuddering and sighing and feeling so warm all over. I could see her wiping her face ‘cause there was still a light on. She got on the bed beside me and cuddled. We just lay there while I was gasping and cooling off.
As soon as I could, I kissed her. I was soon feeling more active and even a little perky. Of course, that’s just what she wanted. She took every kiss and hug I could give. Her nipples popped out as soon as my hands started on her boobs. I kissed gently around her ears and neck while I rubbed both boobs. She started moaning a little. Her boobs started swelling, too.
Those boobs were bigger and softer when my mouth got there. I licked them all over and Rachel moaned no matter where I licked. She must be sensitive all around them. My hands rubbed her stomach and mound, but only teased at her legs. I started to feel her tense quivering after a few minutes of that, so I moved on.
My first touch between her legs was with my mouth – kissing her inner thighs. She spread wide and gave me a lot of room. I kept at her legs and mound with my mouth. My hands worked on the back of her legs and her ass. Her moans got insistent. She was ready for some tongue action in her pussy and wasn’t getting it.
I stuck my tongue all the way out and lightly touched its tip to her protruding clit. Her legs slammed together around my head and she convulsed. She almost sat up. If that little touch sent her over into an orgasm, I wasn’t going to mess it up. I licked for all I was worth. My tongue went as deep as it could into her pussy and stroked up until it came out over her clit. I struggled to get an arm free so I could get a finger into her vagina. I managed. Every lick and that finger got more excited moans and hip movement from her. That orgasm stayed with her for a long, long time. I did everything I could to keep it going, too.
She must have liked it. When it ended, she just collapsed flat on the bed. I got loose, crawled out from between her legs and wiped off my face. Of course, the minx had two towels ready right there. I turned off the light and flopped down on my back beside her. She rolled onto her side and landed half on me.
“Good night, sweet Emily,” from her were the only words between us the whole time.
We cuddled like that as we fell asleep.