Page 8 of Dirty Shots

Chapter Four

Eric

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Anya turned up at preciselyfour o’clock. The moment she entered the apartment, something inside him changed, as though she filled a part of him he’d not even known was missing.

“You surprised me yesterday, Eric,” she said as soon as she walked through the door.

“Oh? How so?”

“You seemed ... tame. With your photography, I mean.”

“Are you telling me you expected it to be more explicit?”

She smiled at him. “After the photographs you showed me the first day, yes, of course.”

A thrill went through him. “How much more explicit?”

“I was expecting things to be far more intimate ...”

“I wanted to take things slowly. To build up to those kind of photographs.”

She dumped her purse on the floor. “I’m a grown woman, Eric. And even if I look innocent, I can assure you I’m not. I’ve shown men my pussy before.”

He swallowed; her use of language had shocked him. “Okay. I’m happy to move to the next step if you are.”

She smiled, an expression that combined an innocence mixed with a devilish mind that made him want to grab her, turn her over his knee, and spank her ... hard. “Oh, I’m ready. I think I made that pretty clear.”

Today, she wore a short, pleated, kilt-like skirt, and a white shirt, demurely done up to the neck. As he watched, she slipped the top button of her blouse from its corresponding hole and worked her way down, exposing her bra and naked skin. She wore ankle boots, but made no attempt to remove them. Neither did she remove her skirt. Instead, she unclipped her bra and dropped it to the floor, exposing her beautiful breasts, and then lifted her skirt, hooked her thumbs into the top of her panties and rolled them down her legs. The underwear caught in the straps of her boots for a moment and she let out a girlish giggle, hopping on one foot to free them.

She managed it and looked up at him, laughter dancing in her eyes, a blush warming her creamy cheeks. The sight made his heart lurch, and it wasn’t just because she now stood topless and panty-less before him. No, it was the expression on her face, her way of appearing both demure and sexy at the same time.

Anya got down onto the white paper covered floor of his studio set-up. She reached down to flip the skirt up so it ruffled around her flat stomach and spread her legs for him, her feet planted on the floor, her knees bent. Then she reclined, half-propped up on her elbows so she could focus her gaze on both him and the camera.

Eric tried to still his thumping heart, taking a couple of surreptitious long breaths. He flicked on the spotlight he had positioned on the set, directing its beam to that secret place between her thighs. She watched him, a serious expression on her face, no longer the laughing girl.

He got behind the lens, focusing the zoom, his gaze drawn between her thighs, taking in every detail.

The puffy swell of her outer lips, shaven clean and pink, except for the small patch of curls left on her mound. The slender, slightly wrinkled lips of her labia peeped through, framing the swollen dark slit. The way she reclined, with her hips tilted upward, meant he also had a view of the tight pucker of her anus and the faint lines where her buttocks met her thighs.

She reached between her thighs and used her forefinger and middle finger to create an inverted V, pulling her pussy lips back, making her clit pop forward, exposing the delicate, shiny flesh of her inner labia.

He snapped photo after photo. Raw, intimate images.

Without needing to be told, Anya flipped herself over and lifted her bottom toward him, flashing her swollen lips beneath her perfect cheeks. Like any great model, she continued to move, an ebbing, flowing being who seemed to know exactly what positions the camera would love.

Eric could hardly wait to review the photographs. The anticipation of looking back at the beauty the camera had captured was almost as much pleasure as taking the images themselves.

Outside the apartment windows, daylight began to dim, evening quickly encroaching. Though he could continue like this all night, it was unfair to keep her here as he wasn’t even paying her. He didn’t want her to get sick of what they were doing together.

Reluctantly, he lowered the lens. “That was amazing. Thank you.”

“We’re done?”

He nodded. “For today. It’s good to keep things fresh.”

She gave him a smile of, what, surely not disappointment? Was she disappointed he’d not taken things further?

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