Dripping wet, she emerged from the shower grabbing her towel as her toes felt the cool hardness of the tile floor. She stroked the soft, cotton terry cloth over her skin, extracting the droplets of water dribbling and sliding down over the complex curves of her womanly flesh. Inside she was trembling with anticipation, the day had finally arrived, the day she would pose for the professional lens, the day she would seduce the camera, the day when she would flaunt her feminine grace. She giggled to herself; her body tingled alive as she wiped the steamy haze from the mirror. Today was the day she would fill her cache with teasing, tempting photos – their sole purpose to arouse him, to make him squirm, to spark his imagination, to inspire his brush strokes. Her nipples stiffened as she glanced at her reflection in the steamy glass, a wave of tantalizing delight sparked hot and wet deep inside her when she imagined his brushes swirling over his digital canvas creating the complexity of her form for the world to see. To be his muse, the inspiration of his art, made her pant wet and wanting. Momentarily, her mind wandered off into fantasy, her body became the canvas, his hands became the brushes, his touch became the paint, their bodies together – the art.

 

The buzz of her phone on the countertop snapped her thoughts back to reality. She spied his note wishing her good luck with the photoshoot, encouraging her to be confident, seductive, and sexy. Again, a wave of delicious warmth made her nerves quiver as his words complimented her style, beauty, and grace. But he would have to wait, the time was drawing near – she must drag herself out of fantasy and back into reality. She needed to push him out of her mind, she needed to ready herself – to finish coiffing her hair, to finish applying her make-up. The anticipation of the first click of the camera made her flush hot with excitement. Quickly finishing, she twirled one last time in the mirror – admiring her nudeness, she quickly snapped a selfie – this should make him pant she thought as she pushed send – no words - just a simple nude to make him squirm.

 

His fingers were trembling as they reached for his phone – a message from her made his insides turn to mush. The blood rushed from his head – he felt his pants grow tighter as his vision spied her naked form illuminating his screen. He trembled at the sight of her – his mind spun off and raced into the realm of fantasy. He sat silently watching, watching the deft movements of the photographer shuffle the lights just so; fluffing the props; and posing her perfect curves just so. The lens focused – click – click; the wave of a hand; the guidance to move to and fro; the direction for the pose – click – click – repeat. His body surged hot; his flesh hardened as the poses became more provocative and as the sheer lace of her garments exposed more of her womanly delights to his view. The click – click of the camera made his fingers quiver and his mind roam as he envisioned bringing these images of her to life on his canvas. As he watched in silence – a fly on the wall – he subconsciously stroked the bulge straining in his pants.

 

His body was surging hot as he watched – he longed to approach her – to caress her curves, to spark the fire inside her, to make her breathless with passion and tremble with delight. His breath caught in his throat – the camera danced about room – click – click – one snapshot after the other – capturing her form, her body within its lens, seducing her, encouraging her to expose her charms. He watched as her nipples stiffened against the soft fabric of her lacy, boudoir attire – their pinkish peaks peeking out as she twisted and posed per her photographer’s direction. Swallowing hard, his fingers continued to stroke lightly over the raging hardness straining to be released from his trousers. His chest pounded with excitement as he watched her twist and slither about for the camera.

 

Her body was pulsating with desire as the long shaft of the camera lens moved about – click – click – around and over her, to the side, above, down low – capturing every angle, every seductive curve. Her mind became consumed with pleasure as she twisted and teased with her limbs, her breasts, and her bottom. Arching her back, she wriggled and squirmed – her hands pulling down the silky panties – as she moved seductively the soft, delicate fabric inched its way down the smoothness of her legs. The camera moved to capture her actions; she felt the warm flush of excitement as the lens exposed the delicious delight between her thighs. The feeling of seductive power raced through her flesh; her mind drifted into fantasy – she imagined him watching her – his eyes roaming over her. Trembling, oblivious of her surroundings, she stroked her hands over her body, her fingertips drifted onto her sensitive peaks as she kicked her legs free from her twisted panties. Naked, fully nude – click – click – the photographer continued to shoot as her poses became more provocative. A second wave of warm, wet delight flooded through her – she could almost feel him watching now.

 

From his perch he could help but shudder with excitement, watching her pose, watching as she ran her hands over her flesh, watching her tremble with delight as she continued to seduce the camera with every movement. It was too much for him – she giggled to herself as a single, colorful fingertip slipped into the silky, soft folds of her pussy. She watched him squirm to release his stiffened shaft from the confines of his pants. It sprang forth – like an angry serpent ready to pounce upon its prey. With one hand squeezing her breasts, and the other deftly stimulating her pussy she looked seductively into his eyes, encouraging him to stroke his cock as she watched. Slow and deliberate he caressed up and down the shaft, over the bulging tip and all the way down to his bulbous balls – up and down he repeated as his eyes roamed from her colorful toes, over her thighs, between them, up to her breasts, into their cleavage until their eyes met. Click – click the camera continued to shoot – encouraging her seduction, encouraging her to make him squirm even more.

 

Smiling at him, her body shivered with the vibrating throb of pending delight as she swirled her fingertips into the juicy nectar of her blossoming flower. Faster he stroked as he watched her pleasure herself, he licked his lips longing to taste her fruits. Her eyes sparkled, she knew that look, and she motioned seductively for him to join her – click – click – the camera continued to capture her seduction. Twisting her body towards him, he stood but his legs could barely hold himself as he stumbled towards her. Without a word, he dropped to his knees, his hands smothered over her breasts as he buried his face between her trembling thighs. His tongue danced to her delight; her nails dug into his flesh as her body burst forth with the trembling delight of delicious pleasure.

 

Click – click the camera captured her curves. The photographer moved about, encouraging her – she felt a tingle of delight as she gracefully pulled aside the lacy fabric of her robe exposing the soft smoothness of her thigh. A cool breeze made her shiver as her nipple slipped out of her top. Click – click the camera continued to shoot – she imagined that he was there watching, her mind spun as she turned to the camera, she giggled to herself imagining his face when he saw the results – delirious with the thought of his enjoyment she rolled towards lens exposing her treasures to be captured for his delight… click – click…