Passionate and pleasure filled night leads to a miracle.
She smoothed her dress over her lap, now kind of wishing it reached a bit farther; it was barely mid-thigh with her legs crossed.
"So it's your first time modeling?" he asked. She just nodded. "Don't worry, you'll do fine. You've got a great face. Let's take a few shots to get started. Why don't you stand here?"
She stood under the lights and posed as he took pictures. Facing forward, looking over her shoulder. She was getting more comfortable as they worked, having fun responding to the instructions he gave. Occasionally he would use his hands to guide her into the pose he wanted, a little push from his palm on the small of her back, a finger lifting her chin. He adjusted her position with fingertips on her hips and she found herself getting a little turned on.
"Everything ok so far?" he asked. "Are you comfortable?"
"Yes, very comfortable," she said.
"Good! Let's do a few with the sofa."
"Should I lay down?"
"Sure. Bring your feet up onto the armrest. Ok, put your arms over your head, that's it."
As Sarah laid on her back with her feet up and her knees bent, she was suddenly quite conscious of the shortness of her dress, and cool air on the backs of her thighs. She was sure her panties were exposed, at least a little. But he kept shooting, so she figured they weren't getting in the shot. She was feeling exhilarated, and shifted her hips so the dress fell down a little more, wondering how much Ted could see.
"You're doing great," he said, and she noticed he was moving toward her feet with the camera. With a thrill and a little panic she realized he would see everything now.
"That's great," he said. "Fantastic, but, we can't use the shot with those panties there."
"Oh my God, I'm sorry-" she stammered, feeling her face go hot with embarrassment, and started to push her dress back down.
"No, don't worry! Let me just get them out of the way." She felt his hands lightly on her knees as he said it, and it was the familiar way he touched her, like nothing could have been more natural, that kept her from reacting at first. Her knees parted easily at the slight push he gave, and she realized she was still not reacting because she wanted to see what he would do. He reached down and slipped his fingers under the elastic leg band, lifting the fabric up and over her pubic mound. She felt his knuckles brush against her labia and almost moaned. The air cooled the moisture building there and she wondered if he had felt it.
"You've got a beautiful pussy," he said, laying the leg band and fabric to one side. "And completely smooth! You're a natural, honey."
"You like it?" she asked, heart racing. She could feel liquid trickling from her vagina now, and felt herself arch her back and tilt her hips almost involuntarily as he adjusted her position and took some shots.
"Of course I like it, baby. Here, let me see that little asshole too. Pull your knees up to your chest." She did it and he slid her panties over her hips and up past her knees, and she kicked them off. In this position her ass was stretched tight. He lightly rubbed the tight ring of her asshole with his thumb, lubricating it with the fluid already pooling there, and she pushed her body against him and let out a shuddering breath.
"That's it," he said "Go ahead and touch it for me now."
She reached down and ran her fingers over her vagina, spreading the wetness, sliding them inside. "Like this?" she asked, listening to the camera click, thinking about all the men-and maybe women!-who might look at her through it's lens. She felt herself building toward orgasm at the thought.
"Just like that," he said, and his hand was there too, his fingers sliding inside along with hers, pushing her over the edge.