Glamour Shots, Chapter 23 - Sex Stories

Glamour Shots, Chapter 23

... of character. Did you have a good day?” “I did; how about you?” “Yes, a good day – a busy day. I got a lot of things done at the kennel, had lunch with a sweet old lady that gave us a thousand dollar donation, and got the grocery shopping done… oh, and I went to the spa.” She threw that last bit in so casually that it almost went right past me before I remembered why she’d been planning to go to the spa, and it had not been for a routine manicure or facial. “You did? So you actually went through with it, huh?” I released her and stepped back, and she set the broccoli on the cutting board before grabbing a towel for her hands, drying them as she turned to face me. “I did. I had to, if he was going to use me for the lingerie shoot.” “Well… how did it go?” She laughed. “You should try it! It was every bit as much fun as you might imagine.” I winced. “Think I’ll pass, thanks.” I waited for her to say something, but when she didn’t I pressed. “So it was pretty painful?” “It wasn’t pleasant, I assure you, but mostly it was just weird. A little embarrassing, to be honest. I guess it’s like anything else and you eventually get used to it if you do it enough.” She was watching me, waiting for a reaction; as we were in the process of discussing her having her pussy landscaped I was already having a bit of a reaction, but since I was still fully dressed it was not visible to her. I smiled at her, my eyebrows raised. “Do I get to see?” She bit her lower lip for a moment as she gave me a ...

... sexy little grin. “Do you want to?” “Do you always ask such silly questions?” She giggled as she stood up straighter and moved her feet about eighteen inches apart. She slowly lifted the hem of her skirt until I could tell she was dressed commando-style, and then a bit more until her freshly-waxed pussy was exposed. She had chosen to leave a tiny little landing strip, shaped like a small, narrow oval, which extended upward from the very front of her cleft for perhaps an inch and a half; otherwise, smooth as a baby’s bottom. At this point my cock had executed the full ‘sproinngg!’ maneuver, and was pressing tightly to the inside of my zipper as I admired her. I whistled low and long. “Very sexy, my dear! You look good enough to eat.” She wiggled her eyebrows at me lasciviously. “You’ll get no objections from me.” Her little pink hood over her clit was somewhat distended, evidence of her own arousal and the hard little love button it hid. A thought occurred to me and I laughed, which earned me a frown from Alli. “Something funny? I wasn’t really anticipating getting laughed at here...” I shook my head, still chuckling. “No, not funny, and I’m not laughing at you– it’s just unbearably cute! The way you left that long little oval patch, which is right above your stiff little nub there, it sort of looks like an exclamation point.” “What? That’s stupid!” She was craning her neck forward while holding her dress back, trying to look down at herself. “Here, come here.” I took her arm ...