About a week after my first meeting with Thomas, I had another
appointment. Things really went well during that first shoot — my
first racy pictures. Now, sweet Thomas has promised more delights.
I am getting very wet and excited just to see what he has in store
for me this time. The only special instructions he has given me is
to wear lots of deep red lipstick.

I think I get so excited because all this is new to me. I haven’t
had that many experiences with men. Thomas is different than most
men. He is patient, kind, and seems to sense my need for privacy.

Again, he meets me in the waiting room of his studio, and offers me
that glass of wine. It was so good last time, and I am a bit
nervous.

“You’ll want to get out of those confining clothes right away.
Here, put these on for the first part,” he says as he tosses me a
lovely peach satin teddy and a robe to cover. “I don’t want any
red lines on that white skin of yours,” he winks. “Why don’t you
go change, and then come back to the sitting room.”

He hands me my glass of wine, refilled, and leads me to the
changing room. The studio is so quiet, I can hear the whisper of
the air conditioning as well as the pounding of my heart. The
peach teddy fits just right, hugging all my curves. As I slip into
it, I notice it is crotchless, and there are slits for my nipples
to show through. Even though these are fastened with little
ribbons, I get the feeling I am in for another hot afternoon.

I put the robe on, and step back out into the sitting room. Thomas
has placed himself on the couch, and motions for me to join him.
“You know, Angie, those last shots of you were so good, I can offer
you $500 cash for today’s session if you will do everything I ask.
Are you interested?”

“MMM-maybe. What do I have to do?” That money is more than I make
in two weeks as a clerk at the bank. The wine is sweet and warms
my skin.

“Oh, not much more than you did last time. I thought you enjoyed
yourself….”

“I did. Okay, I’ll do it.”

“Great, let’s get started. This way, sugar…” and he leads me off
to the bedroom suite first this time. Little has changed. The
heart-shaped bed is still there, and now there is one of those lacy
heart-backed chairs next to it. He motions me to it, and has me
sit down. “Okay, love, just a few test shots first,” he says as he
measures the light, and makes those few adjustments. The room is
so familiar, the lights and video cameras normal. The wine is
really working overtime on me as I relax deep into the chair.
After all, he has seen everything I have to offer, and I have done
this before with him. He arranges me in the chair straddled, so
that my head is back, and my tits are thrust forward, my legs are
wide open. I can feel my little pink nipples getting hard against
the teddy, and just the beginnings of a wet spot near my cunt.