The Space Between - I - Intersecting - Sex Stories

The Space Between - I - Intersecting

... “kitchen” area that concealed an open bathroom. On the other side he had built the enclosed developing room. This was his space; for himself and was not ever going to be shared with his wife and family. As time went on, he started doing the update business portraits for the two firms he consulted with. Then, he did a few family portraits for Christmas cards. By word of mouth, he had a few photo sessions a week for someone wanting some type of photos; pets, engagements and such. He was enjoying his hobby, feeling alive and warm with the passion he had for finding that “just right” lighting. One day he received a message from a woman named “Diane” who sounded somewhat nervous, asking for an appointment to meet with him about doing some photographs of her. He called her back to set up a time to meet and discuss the photo shoot. That evening after dinner, John met up with Diane at a coffee shop. He sat outside with the family dog, Kicks, and his hot tea. A 1970 butter yellow 280SL Benz pulled up to the curb and he knew it was Diane. She was wearing cuffed loose-fitting blue jeans and a white button-up shirt with flat sandals on her feet and a mottled navy and blues pashmina around her shoulders. She had pushed her sunglasses on top of her head, holding back a few curls from her face. She quickly moved over to him and extended her hand. “Hi there! Are you John?” she said warmly. “I am Diane.” He felt a little breathless. She was likely a few years older than him. And she was ...

... beautiful. Her skin had a splattering of freckles across her nose and cheekbones. Her lips were mobile and quickly curved into a smile. Her grey eyes were a little sad. He was stunned with a million things flashing through his mind, but after a quick mental shake, he moved into a professional stance with her. “It’s nice to meet you, Diane. This here is Kicks. A few pats for acknowledgment and then she’ll behave herself or jump onto your lap,” John said with a smile. “Would you like a tea or coffee?” “Just a tea, thanks.” John left Kicks getting a big loving and went inside to order a tea for Diane. He stood at the counter, watching her through the window with Kicks. She really did like animals. She kept up the petting and talking to Kicks; the dog looked like she was in love. “Here you go,” John said as he put down the fresh hot tea on their tabletop for her. They chatted like many newly introduced people. What do you do for work? How did you get interested in photography? Why do you want pictures taken? The last question resulted in a quiet lull. Sipping his tea, John watched a few emotions float over her face. He was not sure what emotion was the correct one. Diane closed her eyes and breathed out slowly. Once she regained her composure, she smiled at him. “I am looking for something a little unusual,” she said at last. “Oh! Are you wanting boudoir-type photos for someone?” he asked. “I have never done photos like that, so it could be a little bit of the blind leading the ...