The Westmorland Project - 2 - Sex Stories

The Westmorland Project - 2

The next morning a messenger delivered a package that was addressed to her. It was marked “David Westmorland Studio”. Ann took the package into her breakfast room, poured herself a cup of coffee and carefully opened the envelope. She removed a stack of what turned out to be 8x10, matte finished photos of her. Some were black and white and some were color. She studied them as if they were of someone she had never met, because each shot was a masterpiece. In each of the pictures he had captured something special that she had never seen in herself before. The person in the photos was indeed a beautiful woman. It wasn’t until Ann reached the last print that she wondered about the last shots that he had taken. These were the ones of her naked in bed. She looked back into the envelope and discovered another smaller envelope that was sealed. On the outside of this envelope was a hand written note. I think you’ll like these. If you can make it, I’ll be in my studio at 3:00 this afternoon. Come in the outfit that you didn’t wear yesterday and we’ll do a portrait. It was signed, David. Ann was a little nervous about opening this envelope, but managed to get it open and pulled out three black and white, glossy prints. “Oh my,” she gasped as she spread the prints out over the table top. Without any doubt he had captured her with the freshly fucked appearance she had seen in his books. As she looked at the images she could feel that massive orgasm sweeping over her once again. The woman ...

... in these photos was beautiful and sexy. After several more minutes of studying the photographs, Ann picked up her phone and sent a text message to David. I’ll be there at 3:00. *** She was a little surprised to be greeted at the door to David’s studio by an attractive red haired woman. The woman was wearing no make-up, yet was obviously quite lovely. Before Ann could speak the woman said, “David told me that he was expecting a visitor. Please, come in and I’ll take you to his office. He’s there working on some photos we took this morning.” Once the door was closed behind her, the woman extended her hand saying, “I’m Dale, David’s assistant.” Ann took the extended hand and simply replied, “I’m Ann.” She followed Dale into what must have been a warehouse at some point in time. It had been converted into David’s studio with dozens of photo sets up and ready for use. There were sets that looked like bedrooms, libraries, offices and more. Ann was enjoying the walk when suddenly they arrived at the doorway of a very modern looking office that had been built on the warehouse floor. Dale knocked on the door and opened it. “David, your guest is here.” David stood quickly, giving Ann his brightest smile. “Ann,” he said, “how wonderful to see you.” He stood in front of her and took her hand. “I’m so glad that you could make it.” The touch of his hand sent a shiver down her spine. The butterflies in her stomach had doubled in size. “Please,” she was thinking, “Touch more than my hand!” ...