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Photo Shoot Part 1
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Photo Shoot Part 1 An ad appeared in the Photography section of Craigslist: Looking for someone to model for me. Mainly head shots to experiment with portrait lighting. In exchange I will give use of my modest studio and I will model for you if you want. No nudity. Just looking for a creative friend to share this fascinating hobby with. Male preferred. Quinton was scanning the ads, looking for lenses or maybe an old camera to buy when it caught his eye. He was mostly a landscape photographer — amateur stuff, good enough to sell in a few galleries over the years — but he'd always wanted to try his hand at portraits with real studio lights, so he sent of a quick email reply: I'm not beautiful, but if rugged works for you I'm interested. 50 years old, life long photo hobbyist, never used studio lighting, would love to learn. I'm free daytime, work nights. Tiny, who had placed the ad, liked the tone of Quinton's reply, and she set up a meeting at a coffee shop to discuss it further. She had her fingers crossed it would work out this time, as she had been disappointed the last time she had placed a similar ad. It was months ago, and the only respondent turned out to be a creepy guy who she didn't feel comfortable with. She's 43, and lives alone in a quiet house in the country, so she wanted to be careful about who she invited there. Her best friend thought she was crazy for even trying such a thing — advertising for a man on Craigslist — but Tiny's hobby had always been portrait photography, and experimenting on her friend's rugged good looks had been her favorite thing to do. He was a photo hobbyist too, and the give-and-take when they worked together was a wonderful experience that she missed. So she thought she'd give it a shot again, and had her fingers crossed that a pleasant man would respond. Tiny was free in the daytime too, and at night. Her settlement gave her enough to squeak out an early retirement from the nursing job she was burned-out on, and she lived simply to make ends meet. When the settlement was final she bought a tiny one-bedroom house in the country, thirty miles from the city, were real estate is dirt cheap. It had two garages — a small one-car unit that barely stands up on its own that she keeps her car in, and a newer two car unit that she insulated and turned into a simple photo studio and a place to do crafts. "You must be Quinton," Tiny said with a smile. Quinton had a camera hanging around his neck, and he smiled as he reached her table and took her hand. "And you must be Tiny," Quinton said. "It's a pleasure to meet a fellow enthusiast." Quinton set his camera down on the table and ordered a coffee and a danish from the waitress. "I hope you don't mind me having a snack," he said, "I've been out shooting since dawn at the wildlife refuge." "Not at all," Tiny said. "I think I'll get one too." While they chatted Tiny studied Quinton's face. He wasn't truthful at all, she thought, when he had written he wasn't beautiful — she found his face to be completely captivating and handsome. Rugged yes, but soft and kind looking at the same time, with big green eyes a girl could get lost in. Photographing him would be a delight, she thought, and she hoped they would hit it off well enough for her to feel comfortable with him. Quinton was captivated too. Tiny was sliding down the back side of middle age, as he was, but she had a youthful glow about her and a body that defied her years. She was an easy talker too, which Quinton appreciated, since he was the quiet shy type with women, until he got to know them pretty well. The coffees and pastries were consumed, and the conversation was pleasant. It was clear to Tiny Quinton wasn't a creep — in fact he was a really good looking guy and a gentleman — so she invited him to her house the next day to experiment with some portraits. When she called her best friend Venus to tell her about how it went, Venus insisted on being at Tiny's house when Quinton came around, just for the first time. She didn't trust Craigslist. "Hi Tiny," Quinton said as he walked up her front path. "Boy, you're really out here in the sticks, aren't you." "Yeah, it was the best way for me to make the most of my money after the settlement," she said. "I've grown to love it though." She invited him in and introduced him to Venus. "Venus thinks I'm crazy advertising on Craigslist," Tiny said. "She insisted on being here to make sure you don't murder me or something." "Pleasure to meet you Venus," Quinton said with a smile. "You're a good friend to look after Tiny like that." "Tiny, you didn't tell me he looked like Russel Crowe!" Venus said as she looked Quinton over. Tiny blushed, embarrassed by her friends boldness. After some small talk Tiny and Quinton went out to the studio and Venus settled down in the living room with a box of cookies in front of the TV. An hour later she wandered out to check on her friend and found Tiny behind her camera, and Quinton sitting in a chair in front of a brown and green backdrop, lit in a way that emphasized his manliness. A strong side light gave him a crisp, slightly shadowed look, the opposite of the soft light you'd want on a woman's face, and a small back light emphasized his full head of brown hair. He looked relaxed and smiled a little when he saw Venus quietly approve of his appearance. Tiny snapped a few frames. "You guys want me to make some coffee or something" Venus asked. "Sure, that sounds good," Tiny said. "I'll help you." The two girls wandered into the house while Quinton stretched his legs and fiddled with his camera. "Are you interested in him?" Venus asked her friend when they got to the kitchen. She had a twinkle in her eyes Tiny had seen before. "I should have known you'd want to get in his pants," Tiny said. She was forcing a smile, and wishing she could tell Venus that, yes, she was in fact kind of interested in Quinton. "He's all yours you slut," she said, wishing she was more like her old friend. By the end of the afternoon Venus had left, gone home to ready herself for a date with Quinton. It was his night off, and it had been a long while since a woman had made an advance at him. Venus and Tiny were both attractive women, and he felt a little odd pairing off so quickly with Venus, but he had asked Tiny to join them for drinks and she had turned him down. Tiny didn't want to be the usual 'third wheel' she always ended up being when she went out with Venus, so she reluctantly declined Quinton's offer. Out at the bar Venus<b> wasted </font></b>no time. Just walking in to meet Quinton left little doubt of where the evening was going — she was dressed 'full sexy,' in white linen carpi pants that that fit her like a glove, a scoop-neck tank top made out of a slinky metallic silver fabric, and spiky high heel shoes. She turned the heads of guys half her age as she walked in, tits jiggling under the loose-fitting shimmering top that gave tantalizing glimpses of what lay beneath. Quinton knew he was a goner when he watched her walk to the ladies room, her long, trim legs carrying an ass that wiggled under the thin linen in such a captivating way it seemed everyone in the room came to a standstill to watch. "What do you say we go somewhere quiet and make some noise," Venus said with a wink after she got three margaritas in her. They went to her place. Naked in her bed, Quinton brought a lifetime's knowledge to bear to satisfy the sexually voracious woman, and he brought her to orgasm numerous times. "You like my ass?" Venus asked, embraced in a sweaty sixty-nine. She took another deep-throat slurp of Quinton's long cock. "I like your ass," Quinton said, his voice muffled by the swollen pussy he was nuzzling, and then his tongue swept upward into Venus's asshole, making her gasp. "I want this cock in my ass," she said. "Fuck my ass Quinton," she said breathlessly, stroking the slick shaft with her hand, and she lowered her head and plunged it into her throat again. Quinton had never been inside a woman's ass before, and if he was ever going to do it Venus's was definitely the one. Never had he seen anything so sexy in his life, and she was red hot and burning. She positioned herself on her knees and he slowly worked his way in. He had never felt anything so overwhelming before, like his cock was squeezed in some kind of magic machine that injected pleasure direct to his brain — a main-line rush that was better than heroin. Venus had tried anal before and liked it, but Quinton's long cock was way bigger, and she had never felt anything fill her with such heat, at such a depth, and with such an intense feeling of raw sexuality. It sent her pleasure receptors into overdrive, and when she fingered her clit she came so hard she never wanted it to end. Quinton came deep inside her, an explosive grand finale that left them both unable to speak.  |
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