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A Little Model 3 (M/f, ped, photog, exh/voy, sed)
Chapter 3
by Inno Cencelost
The next few days of Eric's life, in the wake of his photo session with the
little 10-year-old, were an emotional whirlwind.
He had the film developed and was running his first prints, two hours after
he dropped her off. It was an incredible series. He had captured everything.
The last few shots he had taken, the shots of her laying there naked, with
her legs spread wide, letting him take pictures of her little cunt, with
a dreamy look on her face, with her breath coming in little gasps as she
watched him rub his big cock through his pants, were the absolute best for
him. He'd managed to capture the willingness in her eyes. It was all there,
just as he remembered it...a sweet, fuckable little 10-year-old, stripped
naked in his studio.
He masturbated countless times as the days flew by, with the pictures of
his naked little model in front of him.
But there was something else as well, something not so pleasant, a nagging
fear that, somehow, someone would find out, and that the police would show
up at his door.
By the time a week had passed, he was at least able to get through a couple
of hours without thinking about her.
He tried hard to focus on his work. And, by chance, that is what found him
in his studio the following Sunday afternoon. He happened to be in the front
of the building at that moment, and looked up to see a familiar face peering
in the window from a couple of feet out on the sidewalk.
"Christ it's her," he gasped nervously.
Jillian Peever was standing out on the sidewalk in front of his building.
Their eyes met. She grinned. He waved. Then he walked quickly over to the
door, unlocking it, opening it. He looked quickly and nervously up and down
the street. Seeing no one else, he looked back at her and smiled.
"Hi," he said. "How are you?"
"Ok," she said shyly, twisting nervously on her feet.
"Well, do you want to come in?" he said, hopefully.
She looked down the street for a moment then nodded.
"Ok," she said, pausing as if she wasn't sure.
Eric open the door wide, and 10-year-old Jillian Peever walked past him into
his storefront. He locked the door behind her, then turned around.
She looked incredible, but odd. She was wearing a very large, mostly green,
short-sleeved sports jersey with black and yellow stripes, that hung to down
to mid-thigh. He could see hints of a pair of tight black shorts hugging
her thighs, barely visible below the jersey. She had on a pair of yellow
kneesocks, with wide green cuffs on the top. And all of that, was standing
on a pair of black, cleat-bottomed, sports shoes.
His eyes went wide. He smiled.
"We started soccer this week," she explained. "We have practices on Sundays."
"So you're coming from your practice?" he asked.
"Ya," she replied. "I was on my way home...and I was just going by your store."
Eric spotted the lie immediately. His studio was roughly "on the way" from
the park to her home. But it wasn't in a direct line. She had to take a detour
to come by his place. Something went warm inside him, and he felt a gentle
flushing sensation in his balls.
"I'm just doing some work in the back," he said warmly. "Why don't you hang
around and watch."
"Ok," she said, leaving her soccer bag on the floor by the door, following
him out back.
Eric finished up the work he was doing, setting up a light stand. It only
took ten minutes. Jillian watched him, and asked a few questions.
When he was done with the stand, Eric walked over to his desk. Jillian was
looking at some slides on a light table along the wall.
Eric picked up his camera, turned slowly and took a few steps back across
the studio, raising it to his eye, finding her through the lens. She had
her back to him, leaning over the light table. He focused and shot.
She heard the click, and turned her head, looking over her shoulder, watching
him step closer. She grinned mischievously. He clicked another shot, capturing
her grin.
"Look at her," he whispered to himself. "Coming back here, like this. What
a brazen little girl."
All of the deep emotions and intense desires, that had built up inside him
during and after his incredible first photo session with the slim little
10 year-old, burst to the surface. He couldn't believe how much he wanted
her, and not just as a model. He felt an powerful urge building inside him.
He wanted her physically, intimately. Seeing her standing there like that,
in her soccer uniform, so sexy, he wanted to put his camera down, walk over
to her, and strip her naked. He wanted to pick her up, lay her down right
there on the light table, lift her knees up, spread her legs wide, and put
his tongue in her little cunt.
And he didn't have to imagine what her lovely little cunt looked like. The
little 10-year-old had stripped naked and showed it to him a week earlier.
She let him spread her legs and have a good close-up look at it. She let
him take pictures of it. In his mind, and in a locked drawer in his desk
in the corner, he had some very intimate images of the soft, hairless lips,
and sexy little slit of her young cunt. He had dreams about it.
And here she was, back in his studio, uninvited, a sexy little thing, bringing
her sweet little cunt back to him. He wanted to see it again. He wanted to
let her feel him breathing on it, kissing it, and tasting it
As he stood there, thinking about what it would be like to slide his tongue
over those soft, hairless lips, feeling his cock stiffen aggressively in
his pants, oddly, an idea came to him, and he imagined that he would leave
her kneesocks and her sports cleats on.
"Careful Eric," he warned himself. "Go slowly."
Eric stepped to about four feet from her, then lowered himself down onto
one knee, lifting the camera.
She had turned, and was facing him, leaning back, with her hands up against
the light table, her legs crossed casually. She smiled shyly for the camera,
as he took a couple of shots
Eric moved in close to her on his knees, letting his camera hand on its neck
strap.
"So," he said softly, looking into her eyes. "How are you?"
She blushed and looked down.
"Fine," she replied, with a little girn.
"It's nice to see you again," Eric said, reaching out to gently run his fingers
over her cheek, brushing her hair back off her face.
She grinned nervously.
"Can I ask you a question," he asked, carefully.
She stirred nervously on her feet.
"Ya," she said softly.
Eric paused, trying to find the words.
"Did you tell anyone what we did, that I took pictures of you?" he asked,
in a soft whisper.
She didn't hesitate for a second. She shook her head briskly, nervously,
definitely.
"No," she whispered.
"Mmm, that's good," he said, relieved. "Because we would get into a lot of
trouble if anyone found out."
"I know," she replied. "It's ok, I won't tell."
Eric sighed and cupped her cheek in the palm of his hand.
"Thanks honey," he said softly.
She grinned and blushed.
"Would you like to do it again?" he asked her, hopefully.
It was a funny question. It was like, both of them knew she wanted to do
it again. Why else would she make her way back to his studio on a Sunday
afternoon and peek in the front window, looking for him? But bringing that
deliberateness out in the open, talking about it, asking her to admit it,
created a keen edge of tension in the room.
"Ok," she replied softly.
Eric smiled.
"Ok," he echoed, pulling back about three feet on his knees, lifting his
camera, framing her. He clicked off two shots, capturing her shyness, and
her nervous excitement.
"So you're a soccer player?" he asked playfully.
"Yes," she replied confidently.
"Well why don't you tell me about your outfit," he suggested, taking another
picture.
Jillian smiled, sensing the game, and looked down, pointing to her feet.
"These are my cleats," she said. "And these are my team socks. And these
are my soccer shorts. And this is my team jersey."
She grinned.
He moved closer, and played another card.
"Well," he said softly, teasingly. "I can't see much of your shorts there.
Why don't you let us have a better look."
Eric watched her tense up slightly. The smile softened. She was nervous.
She rolled her back shyly up against the light table behind her.
"What do you mean?" she asked with some hesitation.
"Well, your shorts are mostly hidden," he said gently. "Maybe you could lift
your jersey up, so we can have a look at them."
He clicked a shot and watched her look nervously up at the ceiling. Then
her hands moved, and she reached down to pull the bottom of her long jersey
up off her thighs, and higher, up to her waist, until there was a little
band of soft white skin visible above the elastic waistband of her shorts.
"Hmmm," he said playfully. "They're very nice."
Eric took three shots of her like that, then moved in to within two feet
of her, entering her space.
She grinned nervously and continued to hold her jersey up.
"Uncross your legs honey," he whispered to her, watching her follow his instructions.
"A little wider."
She moved her feet on the floor, spreading her legs wider.
"Good," he praised her.
He zoomed in, focusing on her shorts. They were tight, form-fitting. Eric's
cock thickened up as he took several shots, framed on the soft contour of
her young mound, clearly visible under the stretchy shorts. There was a little
seam running down the front, down over her mound, accenting the shape there,
then tucking down between her thighs.
"Between the lips of her little cunt," Eric thought to himself.
He took another shot.
"Turn around for me," he said softly. "Let me see the back."
Jillian followed his instructions, turning to face the light table. Her jersey
slipped down to her thighs once more.
"Let's have a look," Eric insisted.
Jillian shrugged, and reached down and slowly pulled the back of her jersey
up off her thighs, up over the lovely curves of her delicate bottom, to her
waist.
Eric's cock pulsed in approval. The stretchy material of her soccer shorts
hugged her beautifully, advertising the lovely round shape of her cheeks.
He'd seen hints of her bottom through her underwear a week ago, as he pulled
a different pair of shorts down off her. But this was much different.
"Very nice," Eric praised her, and then asked playfully. "And what do soccer
players wear under their shorts?"
She giggled, swaying nervously, flexing her bum.
"Underwear," she answered.
"Any special kind of underwear?" he asked playfully.
"No," she replied quickly.
"Hmm, any special color of underwear?" he continued.
"No," she said.
"Well," Eric whispered softly to her. "And what color is the underwear you
have on today?"
Jillian stirred nervously.
"It's ok," he said. "You can tell me."
She thought for a moment.
"Ummn," she stammered. "There like white, with some blue on them."
"Oh," Eric whispered.
He took several shots of her lovely bottom in her form-fitting shorts.
"And would you like to show them to us," he asked softly, emphasizing the
seriousness of his question.
She stirred on her feet.
"Would you?" he asked again.
"ok," she managed to whisper back.
"Good girl," he said. "Then why don't you keep holding your jersey up, reach
around, and pull your shorts down for us."
He watched through his lens, as the little 10-year-old pressed her arms against
her sides, holding her jersey up, and reached down with both hands to tuck
her thumbs into the elastic waistband of her soccer shorts.
Eric took a shot, then several more, as the little girl slowly inched her
stretchy soccer shorts down off her bottom, taking care to leave her panties
in place.
Eric's cock throbbed, watching her strip her shorts down, seeing her cute
little bottom come out from behind the stretchy black material.
"They are white and blue," he said teasingly, taking several pictures of
her standing there, with her shorts around the top of her thighs, showing
him her underwear.
"Push them down further," he whispered to her.
She did as he asked, pushing her shorts right down onto her thighs.
Eric quickly reloaded his camera, then moved in close to capture her bottom.
Her panties were quite loose and only hinted at the shape underneath, showing
so little.
The way things had worked out a week earlier, on all his rolls of film, he
didn't have one picture of the little 10-year-old's naked ass. He hoped to
change that today.
"Turn around," he said softly.
Jillian turned slowly around, bowing her head shyly, holding her jersey up.
"That's it," he whispered. "Good girl."
Eric noticed her hands trembling slightly, as he zoomed in, taking shots
of her underwear from the front. Her panties were too loose over her mound
and down between her thighs. He couldn't really see any shape underneath.
"Let's take your shorts right off," he suggested softly.
It was strange. The first time, a week earlier, every step they had taken
was like a new hurdle he had to jump with her, going to his studio, posing
for him, undoing her halter top, letting him see her nipple, undoing her
shorts, letting him pull them off her, taking her underwear off, spreading
her legs, letting him take pictures of her little cunt. Every step on that
journey had been delicate new ground
But this time it was different. She'd already done this once. There were
no real decisions to make. She made her decision when she found her way back
to his studio on her own. Both of them knew where it was going. Both of them
knew, that she was going to strip naked for him.
She paused for a moment, then stooped and pushed her shorts down to her ankles.
The movement caused her jersey to slip down again, hiding her body, as she
reached for the laces on one of her shoes.
"No," he said quickly. "Leave your cleats on. Pull your shorts off over them."
Jillian did as he asked, tugging her feet out of her soccer shorts, leaving
her cleats on. Then she placed the shorts up on the light table behind her,
and turned back to face him, looking nervously down at her feet, poking at
the carpet with one of her cleats.
Eric took a couple of shots, capturing her innocence.
"Ok now," he whispered intently to her. "Why don't you show us what soccer
girls wear under their shorts."
It wasn't a question. It was part of the game.
Eric focused sharply as the 10-year-old followed his direction, and reached
down to gently tug her jersey part of the way up off her thighs.
"Spread your legs wider," he whispered to her, watching her respond, moving
her feet apart on the floor. "Good, now keep going."
Eric's camera click-whirred as he took several frames of her lifting her
jersey up to show him her underwear.
"Good girl," he encouraged her. "All the way up."
Jillian trembled nervously, and lifted her jersey up to her waist, standing
there in her underwear, with her legs spread, letting Eric take pictures.
"Now the back," he said softly.
She turned, continuing to hold her jersey up over her waist, and showed him
her bum, delicately veiled under the loose material of her underwear.
Eric took several shots, capturing it all, her hands holding up her jersey,
the bright yellow of her team socks, and the lovely form of her young bottom,
deliberately exposed, and thinly veiled under the material of her little
white and blue panties.
He moved closer to her on his knees, sliding up behind her, not touching,
but leaning over to whisper in her ear.
"You know what?" he said softly.
"What?" she whispered back.
"You are a very lovely little model," he said. "And I'm so glad you wore
your soccer uniform today. It's perfect."
She turned a little to look over her shoulder, grinning shyly.
"Now I'd like you to show me what a soccer girl looks like without her underwear."
She trembled, pulled her lower lip into her mouth, and turned away, unable
to look into his eyes.
"Do you think you'd like to do that?" he asked playfully.
Eric watched her head lean forward, and heard her sigh.
"yesss," she replied in an almost inaudible whisper.
"Ok," he instructed her. "Then why don't you do that right now. Hold your
jersey up, and pull your underwear down."
"I'm nervous," she pleaded softly.
"It's ok," he said reassuring her. "Don't be shy. You look lovely."
Eric framed in close, watching Jillian slip her arms down her sides, holding
her jersey in place, reaching for her panties, pushing the material slowly
down off her bum, unveiling it for him. He took several shots as she pushed
her underwear down onto her thighs.
"Ok stop there," Eric instructed her. "Keep holding your underwear."
Eric wanted the intent of her exposure to be obvious. He didn't just want
a picture of the little 10-year-old's naked bottom. He wanted a picture of
her standing in his studio, in her soccer uniform, pulling her underwear
down to show it to him.
It was incredible, seeing those sweet little cheeks, so soft, watching them
flex nervously. He moved in close, down low, focusing on that gentle valley
between her cheeks, seeing where it disappeared between her thighs.
Eric took a series of shots, then had to stop to reload again.
He would have to get her underwear off to see more.
"Ok turn around now," he said softly to her.
Jillian slowly turned around to face him, holding her top in place with her
arms, and stood there with her thumbs still tucked in the waistband of her
panties, down around her thighs, with her little cunt naked and exposed.
Eric shot several more pictures.
The anxiety of the other day was gone. She'd come back on her own after the
first episode. She'd come looking for him, at his studio, on a Sunday. They
both knew she was willing.
There was still a deep nervousness there, but it was tied to the boldness
of the things she was doing, standing there like that, letting him take pictures
of her.
He moved in at a lower angle, and shot a couple of closeups of her soft mound,
and the two little lips that dipped between her thighs, then he rose up to
look in her eyes.
"Lets take them off now sweetheart," he said softly.
Jillian gasped, then gently stooped to push her panties down past her knees,
letting them fall around her ankles. Then she lifted, first one foot, then
the other, tugging her underwear off over her soccer cleats.
Eric shot the sequence, watching her jersey slip back down over her thighs,
watching her turn and place her panties on the light table with her shorts.
She turned back to face him with her hands clasped in front of her, nervously
bouncing her bum back against the light table. She could have walked down
the street like that, without attracting the least bit of attention. She
looked like a normal little girl in a soccer uniform. Except that this little
girl, was alone with a man in his photo studio, modeling for him, and her
sexy little cunt, and her cute little ass were completely naked up under
her big green soccer jersey.
Eric took several shots, getting her to pose, standing there like that, looking
at the camera, capturing the normal, innocent quality that showed up in all
the studio shots he took of kids in their sports uniforms.
Then he got Jillian to completely destroy the innocence of those normal images.
"Lean back against the table a little," he said softly.
Jillian leaned back and put her elbows on the edge of the light table.
"Now spread your legs a little bit," he encouraged her.
Jillian moved her feet apart on the floor.
The impact was immediate. The pose was so undeniably sexual, with her legs
spread, with her leaning back like that, with her pelvis pushed provocatively
out towards the camera,.
"Ok, good girl," he encouraged her. "Now show us what you have up under your
jersey."
She was incredibly caught up in the playful nature of the game. It was like
she understood what he was doing, trying to capture the normal little girl
in her, and the other side as well, the little girl who likes to take her
clothes off, who lets him take pictures of her, naked.
Jillian held her pose, leaning back on her elbows, inching her fingers over
to tug on the material of her big green soccer jersey, slowly pulling it
up off her thighs. She even stopped for a moment just as she reached that
point of no return, when going further, meant revealing something.
She was incredible. She looked at Eric and gave his camera a shy, teasing
smile.
Then she looked down and watched her little cunt come into view as she tugged
the jersey up, all the way up to her waist, and held it there.
"Beautiful," he whispered.
He was right there on his knees in front of her, and she was pushing her
pelvis out towards his camera, brazenly showing him her little cunt.
He felt that incredible desire building inside him again. He wanted to crawl
to her and touch his lips down on the soft rise of her young mound, kissing
it, thanking her for showing it to him. He wanted to tilt his head back,
tuck his face up between her young thighs, and touch his lips onto hers.
He wanted to slip his tongue out and tenderly, gently, lick her lips, slipping
between those hairless ribbons of soft skin, finding the warmth of her little
hole. He wanted her to feel the intimacy of him gently working the tip of
his tongue up inside her lovely young cunt.
"Easy boy," he warned himself.
He took a series of pictures of her like that, pulling back to capture the
context of her jersey, and her kneesocks, and her cleats, and her mischievous,
playful attitude, then pulling in to shoot her beautiful little cunt again.
"Ok, lets go over here," Eric said, sighing softly, taking her hand, leading
her over to the couch, sitting her down, leaning her back into one corner
of it.
She was sitting there with her knees together, straight out in front of her.
In that position, her soccer jersey came almost to her knees. Eric took a
couple of shots.
"Now put your hands in your lap, and slide your left leg right up onto the
couch," he instructed her gently.
"My cleat will get the couch dirty," she said.
"That's ok," he insisted.
He took a shot as she slipped her leg up onto the couch. She kept pressing
the material of her jersey down into her lap, hiding herself as she spread
her legs, creating a tantalizing shadow down along the line of her inner
thigh.
"Press your knee right up against the back of the couch," he said softly.
She did as he asked.
"Good," he praised her. "Now move your right leg out of the way."
She gasped softly and bit her lower lip, as she spread her legs wide for
him.
"Now slide down a bit on the couch," he told her.
She let her body slip forward on the couch, moving into a semi-reclined position,
feeling the action tug on the material of her jersey, pulling it a couple
of inches up her thighs. Still, she managed to keep herself covered.
He took a couple of shots.
"Good girl," he whispered to her.
"Now let's have a look at our little soccer girl?" he said softly.
She was breathing in little gasps, and trembling slightly. She had a strange
dreamy look in her eyes, like she was in some other place.
"It's ok," he said softly. "Lift up your jersey."
Eric fired off three quick shots as he watched her slowly slip her hands
out from between her thighs, lifting the hem of her jersey, letting him see
her like that.
She was beautiful, with her tight black shorts and her little panties sitting
on the light table over in the corner, laying back on the couch in his studio,
with her legs spread wide. looking at the camera with a nervous, mischievous
glint in her eye, lifting her bright green jersey, being a sexy little soccer
girl for his camera, showing off her sweet little cunt.
He loved it. The scene was so erotic, with her laying back like that, wearing
her sports cleats, her team socks, her big jersey, and nothing else. She
looked so good. Once more Eric fought with that powerful urge, wanting to
lean forward, and let the 10-year-old feel his lips and tongue.
Eric shot an entire roll of film of her like that, encouraging her to slide
forward on the couch, until he had her with her bum half off edge, and both
her feet on the floor, with her legs spread wide, letting him shoot close-ups.
Then Eric very gently coaxed her down onto the soft carpeting, leading her
to crawl out onto the open floor.
Eric positioned Jillian gently on her knees, then coaxed her to lean forward
onto her hands. He pulled her jersey down so that it covered her bottom...barely,
with the hem hanging over her cheeks.
He took several shots of her like that, from many angles, getting her to
raise her head and let her back sag, getting her to smile for him. She was
a natural. He moved around behind her and knelt down to take a couple of
shots, then he leaned lower going down onto his elbows, shooting up under
the hem of her Jersey, seeing the tender lines of her little cunt in the
shadows.
"Spread your legs sweetheart," he whispered softly to her.
The little 10-year-old moved her knees apart on the floor, spreading her
legs for him. The action lifted the hem of her jersey slightly, letting a
little more light underneath it. Eric took another shot of her young cunt.
"You are a beautiful little model," he praised her, hearing her sigh, almost
sensing her blush.
Eric rose back up onto his feet and stepped around her, to her side, then
gently reached down and tugged the brightly colored jersey up off her young
bottom, leaving it bunched up at her waist, hearing her gasp softly, nervously.
He took a couple of shots of her from the side, capturing the incredible
image of the 10-year-old soccer girl on her hands and knees on the floor
of his studio, looking nervously at the camera, wearing nothing from her
waist down to the top of her yellow kneesocks.
Eric slid over on his knees, moving around to a point where he could see
both cheeks of her bottom. He leaned down and took a shot, and then slipped
further around behind her.
He stooped forward and down onto one knee, leaning right over to frame and
focus on her from behind.
"Beautiful," he whispered softly, taking a shot, capturing the soft lips
of her little cunt, the gentle shape of her cheeks, and down between them,
the little bud of her young asshole.
Eric shot a series of pictures of her like that, showing him everything.
His cock was raging in his pants.
He dodged around to her side again and leaned forward to whisper in her ear.
"Go down on your elbows honey," he coaxed her.
Jillian did as he asked, slipping down onto her elbows, laying her head on
the floor. The action caused her jersey to slide down her back, leaving it
bunched up around her shoulders.
Eric stood and stepped out to the side of his little soccer girl once more,
and shot her like that, on her knees, bent right over, with her head laying
sideways on the floor, virtually naked, with her bum in the air, with her
dreamy eyes looking at him.
Then he moved behind her again, shooting her from up high, capturing the
incredible lewdness of her exposure. She was breathing in sharp gasps. Clearly
it made her nervous, but she closed her eyes, and let Eric take pictures
of her, like that, showing him everything.
It was all right there for him to see, the sexy, hairless lips of her young
cunt, the naked cheeks of her bottom, and the delightfully exposed little
button of her young asshole.
"You're a naughty little girl Jillian Peever," Eric thought to himself as
he continued to shoot. "Showing me your bum like this. Do you like that?
Hmmm, do you like showing it to me."
Eric wished he could speak to her that way, lean over and whisper in her
ear, and take the game up a level, but he had a deep fear of going too far,
too fast.
He could hear her gasping as he worked his way through another roll of film.
It was almost unbelievable. Eric knew there was no way a 10-year-old girl
would strip naked for him, and let him take pictures of her like that, if
she didn't want to. Especially coming back like this, after the first time,
doing it again. Incredibly, she was only 10 years old, but she was the boldest
little exhibitionist Eric had ever met. He even convinced her to reach around
with her hands, and press her fingers into the soft skin of her lips, coaxing
them apart, showing him her warm slit, and the tiny hole of her little cunt.
Eric shot a final little series of her like that, then lay his hand down
on her bottom, getting her to roll down onto floor, and over onto her back.
She brought her hands shyly up to her face, perhaps relieved that delicately
intimate exposure had ended, perhaps nervous about what might be coming next.
Eric got her to spread her legs, moved on his knees between them and took
some shots of her like that.
"Take your jersey off," he told her.
Jillian sighed, lifted her upper body and pulled the big jersey up over her
head and off, letting in fall to the floor beside her. She was naked, except
for her socks and cleats. But they weren't in the picture.
"Spread your legs wider sweetheart," he whispered softly to her.
Jillian spread her legs for him. Her eyes were half closed. She seemed almost
in a daze.
Eric framed on her young face, then held the camera with one hand, reached
down with his free hand, found the hard shaft of his cock through his pants,
and traced around it's outline, showing it to her.
She'd seen him do this before, but that had been an accident. Today it was
deliberate.
He watched her eyes flicker, and open a little. He heard a little gasp. He
clicked the shutter, capturing an image of her looking at his cock. She had
that dreamy look in her eyes. There wasn't a hint of nervousness. It was
like she expected it, like she knew it was coming.
He took a few more pictures of her watching him stroke his cock through his
pants. She seemed fascinated by it. He let her get a sense of the size of
it, stoking up and down the full length of the shaft, squeezing it for her
in a bold sexual display.
Eric lowered his camera. He looked down at her lovely little cunt as he continued
to rub himself, then back up into her eyes, seeing her intently focused on
his pants, on his cock.
Her lips were parted. She was breathing heavy.
Eric gently pumped his hips, moving in a slow, lewd fucking motion, in time
with the stroking of his hand up and down the shaft of his hard cock.
He heard her gasp, and saw a subtle bit of movement in her. Her pelvis was
lifting a little, and dropping, in a slightly jerking motion.
"That's a good girl," he whispered softly. "There we go."
Her eyes remained fixed on the fucking motion of his hips, and the lewd rubbing
of his hand on his cock, as her right hand moved slightly, then lifted up
onto her hip, with her slender fingers pointing down towards her mound.
"That's it," Eric encouraged her gently, watching her little hand move again,
inching over onto her lower tummy, and slightly downward.
"Go ahead," he whispered softly. "Touch it."
Eric clicked off five shots as he watched his little soccer girl slide two
fingers down over her young mound, find the top of her warm slit, slip down
along it, and rub tentatively in a little circle.
"That's it sweetheart," he praised her. "Don't be shy."
Her eyes were still on his cock. She watched him stroke it, laying there,
with her legs spread wide, with two fingers down between her thighs, rubbing
her little cunt.
"Do you want to see it?" he asked her softly.
Her eyes darted up to look into his, nervous again, questioning, uncertain.
He smiled at her.
She swallowed, and gently let her eyes fall back down to look at his cock.
Then she nodded nervously.
"ok," she whispered.
With his camera hanging loose around his neck, Eric began to reach with both
hands for his belt, fully prepared to unbuckle it, pop the button behind
it, pull his zipper down, open his pants, and push them down with his shorts,
freeing his big cock, letting her see it, naked, sticking straight out, stiff
and hard, hungry for her.
"But I have to be home at five o'clock."
Eric quickly whipped his left arm up to look at the watch on his wrist. It
was 4:30. Shit, it wasn't going to happen. He had to get her dressed.
They stood up. Eric loaded another roll of film and turned to take a series
of her getting dressed. He coached her, telling her to move slowly, to pull
her panties on first, to stand and look at the camera, then pull her stretchy
black shorts on. Finally she tucked her head and arms into her big jersey
and let it fall down over her. She was a soccer girl again.
Eric smiled and took one more picture.
They walked hand in hand out to the storefront, then Eric knelt down in front
of her.
"You are very beautiful," he said softly to her. "And you are a very talented
little model."
She grinned shyly and lowered her eyes.
"Would you like to do this again sometime," he asked her, hopefully.
She twisted nervously on her feet.
"Ok," she said softly.
"Well how about next Sunday again, after your soccer practice," he suggested.
She thought about it for a moment.
"Ok,"she said.
Eric leaned forward, and touched is lips on hers, giving her a little kiss.
"Do you want me to drive you over to your street?" he asked.
"No," she replied. "I can walk."
He kissed her forehead.
"Then I'll see you next week," he whispered.
"yesss," she said softly.
Eric stood, and was about to unlock the front door, when a thought occurred
to him, and he turned back to Jillian.
"Honey, are you in girl scouts?" he asked her.
"I was in junior scouts," she said. "But I stopped going this year."
"Do you still have your uniform?" he continued.
She thought for a moment.
"Yes," she replied. "It's in my closet, in my room."
It was Eric's turn to think for a moment.
"Could you bring it with you next week?" he asked her.
"My girl scout uniform?" she questioned.
"Yes," he said. "Maybe you could put it in your soccer bag. No one would
notice."
They both looked down at her soccer bag on the floor. There was obviously
room inside for a girl scout uniform.
"And then, you'll want to take pictures of me in it?" she asked, as if to
confirm what he was asking.
"Well, yes, if that's ok," he said.
Jillian blushed.
"Ok," she said. "I'll try."
Eric's cock was big and hard in his pants, at the prospect of shooting one
of his biggest fantasies.
"And maybe living it," Eric thought to himself, remembering the dreamy look
in her eyes and the soft sound of her young voice, as she acknowledged, that
she wanted to see his cock.
He turned, unlocked the door, and was about to open it, when he felt her
press up against him, giving him a hug. He reached down and hugged her back.
They smiled at each other, then he opened the door and let her out, watching
her through his window, until she disappeared down the sidewalk.
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