The Westmorland Project - 2 - Sex Stories

The Westmorland Project - 2

... plain white backdrop. Behind the camera was a clothes rack with empty hangers on it. David turned to her and said, “I have an idea to make a special portrait that the Senator and many others can see without knowing what happened during its making. It will be a secret that you and I will share. Do you trust me?” She studied his eyes for a few seconds before answering, “Yes, David. I do trust you. Perhaps I’m foolish, but you have my complete trust.” “Good,” he said as he gave her a light kiss on the forehead. “Come over here with me,” he said as he led her to the clothes rack. “Your jacket, please.” Ann followed his instructions without question. She handed him her jacket and he put it on a hanger and placed it on the rack. “Now if you would - the skirt.” To say that she was confused would have been an understatement, but she did exactly as he said, handing him each item requested until she was standing in front of him wearing panties, bra, stockings, shoes and her pearls. David stepped back and looked at her. “You are any photographer’s dream. I’d love to shoot you in that outfit, but we have a project to complete.” He held out his hand and said, “Give me the bra.” She removed it, handed it to him and waiting for the next command. As she expected he wanted her panties. As soon as the panties touched his hand he could feel the wetness. Ann thought she heard him growl. Turning back to face her, he stood and looked at her now wearing only stockings, shoes and pearls. After a ...

... long look he said, “Here’s where I’m going, Ann. I’m going to redress you for the portrait, but without these beautiful lacy things you were wearing. A portrait is similar to the photos I took of you on your bed yesterday. The shot will be from here up,” he said as he placed his hand just below her breasts. The feel of his hand against her bare skin made her groan inwardly. In her mind she was calling out, “Touch me. Touch my breast!” David handed the white blouse to her and helped her button it up. It was a silky material and felt very good against her hard nipples. Next he gave her the jacket and adjusted it as he wanted it. Taking her by the hand he led her to the stool in front of the plain backdrop and told her to sit. Finally she spoke. “You are going to make a portrait of me almost naked?” David smiled. “Exactly. And it will be something that only you and I will ever know.” The idea suddenly appealed to Ann and she gave him a broad smile. It was very naughty and no one would ever know. She loved it. He had her sit on the edge of the stool with her knees apart. She was comfortable, but very aware that her sex was wide open. She could feel the cool air in the studio blowing between her legs and making her keenly aware of her wetness. He turned her this way and that, finding just the right angle for the camera. He moved strands of hair, adjusted how the pearls touched her blouse and caressed her chin as he moved it. Finally David moved behind the camera. “Okay,” he said ...