The Space Between - I - Intersecting - Sex Stories

The Space Between - I - Intersecting

... blind,” he continued with an embarrassed-smile. John’s mind again moved a million miles an hour with all possibilities that that could be! She gave a little chuckle, “No, no ……” Her voice trailed off. Her face blushed beautifully and he was bewitched. “Well ….” She said as she physically gathered the courage to confide in him. “Sort of, yes … I really want photos of me, for me,” she said with a breathless rush. John smiled at her. “Sure. What day works for you? I have a studio nearby here that has fabulous morning light if you’d like to go there. Of course, if you’d be more comfortable at your home, I could go there. It’s all up to you.” Diane smiled at him. “Your studio would be best.” They agreed on Thursday morning for a few hours. She would meet him at his studio. John told her that it was best to wear loose clothing for a while prior to the shoot. “Why?” she asked. “Just so there would be no lines on your skin that would show up on the photographs,” he said. Then as an after-thought he added, “I don’t touch up my photographs.” She smiled at him, “Good point, then!” With a quick pat to Kicks, Diane turned and walked to her car, leaving Kicks and John, with his tea. Thursday morning arrived and John was a somewhat nervous about what was going to happen today with the photo shoot since he had never done a shoot like this. At the studio, he found Diane waiting at the front door with two coffees in hand. She was wearing the same cuffed jeans and white button-up shirt as the ...

... other night. John opened the door into the studio and went in. Diane was very nervous and her energy was all over the place. He had turned up the heat to warm up the place even though it was June, knowing she would eventually have her clothes off. Opening up the computer, he logged into his Grooveshark playlist, a mix of this and that. The music floated in the background. “Make yourself at home,” John said. Diane looked around. This part of studio by the door had a few high stools like bar stools against the wall. There was a big white canvas roll at an angle to the brick wall and the window. The light seemed somewhat filtered through the white canvas. There was a beautiful soft sage-green vintage lounger with a few cream and white small pillows. On the floor was a large, and very faded, oriental rug. There were a couple of chairs; a wing-back chair in charcoal with a matching footrest on the edge of the rug and a plush navy straight back chair without arms. Everything was easily movable. As she surveyed the room, she saw the open concept bathroom that had a vintage partition to hide the toilet. “ Oh, great! No more coffee! ” she thought. There were a few kitchen-like chairs at the long table by the door. Some nice boxes were below it for storage. John sat down at one of the chairs and got out a slew of film and busied himself preparing his two Nikons for action; Beauty and the spare. “How about we start off with some relaxed shots?” John asked. “Get you used to the camera, so ...