Glamour Shots, Chapter 21 - Sex Stories

Glamour Shots, Chapter 21

... distance, all six of them were beautiful enough that I quickly realized that I was now the answer to the question: “Which of the items in this picture is different from the rest?” We made small talk for a few minutes, asking and answering things about the weather, their photo shoot, their modeling, where they were from, what I do for a living – the usual stuff. When Allison and I were ready to depart, to go join our friends, it quickly became apparent that they were a very ‘touchy-feely’ group, hugs all around and promises to stay in touch more than abundant. Even I got hugs from the two very attractive women, which was nice, and from Ron (I think), which was awkward. Alli did as well, giving and receiving enthusiastically, including one big kiss, smack-dab on the lips, from the one she’d introduced as Tim…I think. As we turned away, I said, “What’s with all the hugging…and that kiss?” She laughed. “Apparently models are really ‘touchy’ people – and Tim’s just a big old kisser. A pretty good one too, and so handsome – and he looks really tasty in a tiny pair of bikini briefs, let me tell you!” “You saw these guys naked?” “No, not naked, just in undies as we all changed clothes a hundred times. There’s no time to be modest, it’s just out of one outfit and into the next!” “Oh. Jeez, I didn’t realize that, I just assumed you’d have privacy for that.” She laughed. “Me too, but I got educated pretty quick! Davey, just so you know, I’m just teasing you – Tim is one-hundred percent ...

... committed, dedicated, and unquestionably gay. He also likes to kiss, but Ron is his current main squeeze - although Ron claims that he’s very ‘open-minded’, by which he means bisexual. But yes, they both look very nice in their Calvin’s.” She laughed. “Zach is the only straight one of the three, but he’s dumber than a box of hammers.” I chuckled, admittedly relieved that at least two of the three guys had leanings that might not draw them to my wife; they were very good-looking guys. “That’s not a very nice thing to say!” She laughed again as we neared our table, Michael and Marci watching us approach. “Well, I can’t help it, he just is! He’s nice, very good-looking – and hung, I might add, but he’s a total horndog; the guy is a walking erection – but there are just no lights on upstairs, you know?” I laughed. “It could be a blood supply issue, it sounds like.” She giggled. “I hadn’t thought of that! As we arrived at our booth and prepared to slide in across from our friends, I stepped back to make way and noticed for the first time that Alli was wearing a pair of jeans I’d never seen before - jeans with no rear pockets, and with a row of rhinestones across the back seam below the belt line and down each outside seam on the legs to a few inches down each thigh, perhaps a foot below her slender hips. A finely-woven blue denim-like fabric, they fit like they had been spray-painted on, tight on her legs, snug through the crotch, and they made her ass look simply spectacular – or ...