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Nice Work, If You Can Get It

... still timid about the idea of shooting her nude. "All right. I'll go get undressed," she said. She went back into the bathroom and in a minute or so came out wearing a white robe. She still wore her heels, but nothing else. She got into place in front of the camera and took off the robe, laying it over a handy stool out of the way. "Damn..." he gulped as he saw her in all her naked glory for the first time. "Thank you," she said, smiling at him. Clumsily he moved over to where his camera was and tried to concentrate on the job before him. But she was spectacular and he was having a great deal of trouble keeping control. He felt shaky and bumbling like a schoolboy at his first dance. "Peter, honey, just relax... you are doing great. Just enjoy yourself and don't worry about my being nude. It takes a few times before you get over your jitters when photographing nudes. It's the same with us models. The first couple times I did nude work, I was scared to death! I was afraid I wasn't pretty enough or had a good enough body for that type of work," she admitted. "What? That's impossible. You are amazing Eve and your body is..." he let himself trail off. "You are sweet," she said, smiling. She kept talking to him as she moved around. As she did, he began to relax and started taking pictures of her. Eve was the consummate professional, and her poses were tasteful and classy - it wasn't at all like Peter thought it would be like, and he began to get into the idea of photographing her ...

... like this. She put him at ease and let him know that if he wanted her to do something in particular, to just say so. But Peter was content just taking the shots as he saw her move around, he didn't have anything in mind himself. Before he realized it, they had taken many photos and Eve figured they had enough so she could add to her portfolio. "That was fun!" she said. "Did you get some good pictures?" she asked him. She came over and they looked through the camera as he went back over the photos he had. As she looked over the pictures, her hand accidently brushed across the front of his jeans and she felt an enormous bulge there. Peter backed up like he had just straddled an electric fence! "Oh, shit, I'm sorry, Eve! I didn't mean..." "It's my fault, Peter I'm... oh my, that does look uncomfortable," she said, looking at the large protuberance in his crotch. Peter tried to move it around so it wasn't so obvious, but it didn't help. Then suddenly before Peter realized what she was doing, Eve was moving towards the door. "I'd better make sure the door is locked," she said, walking over and deftly twisting the knob on the door's deadbolt. She came back over to where Peter was standing. "Why don't I help you with that. Take out your cock," she told him. Peter looked at her quizzically and then unzipped his pants, letting them fall to the ground at his feet. Because it was hot out that day, he opted to forego wearing underwear and so now his thick shaft was already jutting out his ...