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... even gave me a camel toe when it got wet. I was really pleased when he grabbed his camera and began taking a few shots of me, calling out instructions. I was a natural, he told me again. I laughed and flung my hair about as I did. "Great shots!" He shouted as the sound of the shutter clicked madly.

Did I tell you that his house was right on the beach? Oh yes, I think I did mention that. I still can't get over it. We went for a stroll along the waterfront to a rocky headland that jutted out into the sea a bit like a monster's head. He managed to get a load more shots of me, some sitting on the rocks with the waves crashing around me. I told him that it was a pain in the ass being a skinny model and told to sit on sharp rocks. He gave me a playful slap on my butt telling me to stop complaining as it was clear that I loved it. I did, it was great!

We grabbed some lunch and he pointed out the restaurant we were going to that evening which was situated at the top of that monster shaped promontory known as Blake's Lookout. We worked our way back to his house, venturing into the warm surf one or two times, which was fun. It reminded me of my family holidays when I was growing up and it did make me a bit reflective on my difficult upbringing for a while, but George was such fun, I quickly put it to one side and began laughing again.

When we got back he showed me his photography studio. It was impressive and he said it would be great if I would let him do some more shots ...

... before we left. I was more than happy to go through all the outfits I had brought along and it was so much more fun than just chilling! We chatted as he captured me in various looks and poses and, as I got to know him better, I grew bolder. Pretending I didn't know about him being gay, asked if he had a girlfriend. He put his camera down for a moment and I apologised saying I wasn't prying or anything. He pulled a bit of a serious face and told me he was bisexual and had just broken up with a boy who, frankly, had been nothing but bad news. It was his turn to be a bit reflective and I invited him to sit next to me on the prop sofa. I put my arm around him and told him that boys were trouble and he should stick with girls. He laughed and said girls were worse.

I smiled and asked him how we were doing for time. He said he wished we had more as I really was such a good model. I blushed, but we only had time for one more outfit as we had to get ready for dinner. He asked me if he could show some of his friends in the industry my pictures. I pretended to be completely nonchalant about it, but I was extremely flattered and agreed as if it was no big deal. The idea really made me very excited and it was actually turning me on.

It was quite warm under the studio lighting and I really was feeling a bit dehydrated so Iasked him for a glass of water. I had an ulterior motive though and, while he was gone, I hurriedly put on my white bikini and pulled off all my tape. When he came back ...