“Oh no!” She gasped, “Where is the stain!?”
I pointed at the carpet in the far corner of the room.
Sarah walked over and BENT OVER at the waist, holding her towel at the top as though it did anything as she tried to find my imaginary stain.
Her ass and pussy were fully exposed to me. I switched to my camera app so fast and snapped several photos as she inspected the carpet.
“I don’t sec-Oh for Christ’s sake!” Sarah declared as the towel slipped off, leaving her naked.
I snapped several more pictures as she scrambled to cover up.
“I’m so sorry. That was kinda embarrassing.” She admitted, finally getting the towel to cover her again.
“It’s okay. I just hid behind my phone so I didn’t see anything.” I lied.
“Ah, thanks!” Sarah sighed. “That makes me feel better. I’m kinda self conscious about my body. Being so tall makes my body proportions just so wrong for fashion.”
I swallowed again, “Nah, you look great. You could totally be a model.”
She smiled, “Sweet of you to say that, but I’ve never heard of a six-foot girl model.”
I shrugged. “If I ever needed a model I’d use you.”
She laughed, “If you ever need a model, I’ll do it. Whatever it is.” And she headed to her room to get dressed.
My mind started to race. Fuck. Getting her to pose… wearing whatever I wanted… or didn’t want her wearing… fuck. I needed to make this happen.
It was only about an hour later that Sarah asked if I wanted to try her favorite restaurant for dinner. I said I didn’t have money for eating out and she waved that away.
“You have got to try this place, I’ll pay.” She told me.
I’d spent the last half-hour figuring out how I could get her to model for me. I had an idea. Maybe it would work, but I’d only know later.
We drove to this restaurant Sarah wanted to show me. It was a family owned Japanese place, I couldn’t tell if it was a traditional noodle shop or a steak and sushi restaurant. It smelled amazing though. I loved Japanese food.
Sarah looked great in the jean shorts and t-shirt she was wearing, the Jean’s barely coming down her thighs, basically only covering her ass. Her t-shirt left a tantalizing strip of tummy, and her v-neck left enough cleavage showing that I had no complaints.
We sat down and I realized it was a hybrid menu. They served a wide variety of Japanese foods including traditional udon, soba, and ramen dishes as well as a variety of steak, chicken and pork dishes, with a separate menu for sushi.
“Wow! This place seems great!” I proclaimed.
The food was as good as it looked.
“So… anything you are excited or nervous about… with school starting up next week? I never went to college and I admit, I’m curious.” Sarah asked between bites of her sushi.
I carefully slurped my noodles, then swallowed. “Yeah, most of my classes seem pretty strict, based on the online syllabi. The one that actually scares me is my Art class.”
Sarah seemed confused. “Art? You said you were doing computer… things… Why would you need an art class?”
I took a bite of sushi, and when I finished it I replied.
“Well, you see. I want to keep my options open, so I have to take a couple of art classes in case I decide to go into animation or computer generated images.” I explained.
She gave me a blank stare. I wouldn’t believe it either.
“Cool. So why is it scary?” She asked.
Wait… she bought it?
“Well, you see there is a heavy emphasis on art of the human body… anatomically correct… for game characters and such.” I explained.
She nodded blankly.
“… so I’d need a model willing to do photo shoots that show their district anatomical parts in order to give me references.” I explained.
“Cool!… Wait, did you say you’d actually need a model?” She asked, incredulously.
I nodded.
“No…WAY!” She gasped, forgetting about the food. “Is this why you said you’d use me as a model earlier?”
“Kinda. I didn’t think you’d be down for this kind of photoshoot though.” I told her.
She shook her head. “No idea what you mean. But if it means modeling for you, I’m down. I told you I would.”
I was speechless.
“…you sure… it might be embarrassing…” I warned.
“To hell with that. I’m gonna be a model.” She declared proudly.
I took another bite, giving me a moment to think. I knew she wouldn’t realize “showing her distinct anatomical parts” meant nude. If I was going to get her to actually agree to do it once she realized what it was, I’d have to get her to over commit.
“I mean, it would mean the world to me. Most models doing anatomical work are expensive. I couldn’t afford to pay you.” I cautioned.
“Pft! I don’t need money. I’d be happy to do it for you.” Sarah assured me.
“Now, I know you wouldn’t do the erotic anatomical shoots, so I’ll have to-” I started.
“No! I’ll be your model!” Sarah insisted.
“That’s so nice of you!” I thanked her. “It’s important I know you aren’t gonna back out on me, cause if you did late in the semester, I wouldn’t have time to find another model. I know! We could do some practice modeling shoots to make sure you are okay with the shots. Cause if you want to back out-”
“Stop trying to tell me I won’t want to do it!” Sarah pouted.
“I’ve got an idea.” I suggested. “The professors have posted the syllabi for my classes I’ll have to take, so we could start taking practice photoshoots. Have you done photoshoots before?”
Sarah flipped her hair. “I’ve been doing photoshoots since I was a kid. You will find I can do it just fine.”
“So, do you need me to explain the terms?” I asked.
Sarah was clearly nervous, but plowed ahead, “No, I’m a professional. I bought the house we’re living in with modeling money. I’m good.”
I almost laughed at her assertion. She had told me the last time she modeled was for children’s clothes at like age 4. So while technically correct, she’d already told me enough I knew her statement was bullshit.
“Sweet! And I know models want their work to be for something, so I had a thought. There are sites that let you upload your photos and you get paid based on the number of views. Would-” I started again.
“I don’t care about that. You can do whatever, I just want to be a model again.” Sarah declared.
I was so excited. As committed as she was, I had no idea how far I could push things.
“Then would you like to do your first shoot… tonight?” I asked.
Sarah lit up.
“Heck yeah! I’ll need a new outfit!” She proclaimed.
“Sure! Let’s finish eating, then we can swing by the mall and get you some new things. I’ll help you make sure they are appropriate for this kind of shoot. Do you want to just do a shoot displaying your anatomy tonight or do you want it to be erotic and anatomical?” I agreed.
Sarah hesitated, “Would that change the outfit we buy?”
“No, just what we do in the photoshoot.” I assured her.
“Then I’ll decide later.” She decided.
I was so glad that due to world events, social distancing was in place, spreading everyone out so they wouldn’t overhear our conversation. The wait staff was staying away until called over to avoid breaking social distancing. It seemed like as soon as your surgical mask came off, you had your own zone of peace as everyone backed as far away as possible, like everyone had the plague. So our entire conversation, as crazy as it was, was completely private.
We finished our food then Sarah literally bounced all the way to the mall, making her tits jiggle the entire way. God, I wanted to squeeze those tits so bad.
We stepped in and a quick look around I found a nice looking boutique. It had sexy clothing and lingerie as well as other sex supplies. Sarah hesitated but was so excited about the photoshoot she ignored the gut feeling she doubtless had and we walked in together. The cashier looked up from behind the plexiglass safety barrier and waved us in. The rest of the store was empty and I could easily get everything I wanted for Sarah out of earshot.
“Let’s start with panties.” I told her.
“Why would we need new panties?” Sarah questioned nervously.
“You said you’ve done lots of modeling before, right?” I asked. To which Sarah went “pft” and dismissed it. “So you know what a photoshoot for female anatomical details will require, right?”
“Of course…” Sarah pretended nervously.
“Then you should know why.” I told her.
“Oh… er… right, of course… which ones do you think will be best…?” She asked, looking at the wall of lacy, barely-there thongs, g-strings and other sexy panties.
She clearly was apprehensive.
I picked out a black stringy g-string, the crotch triangle would barely cover her pussy and the rest was just a set of strings, and a micro-bikini style bra that had tiny triangles designed to cover her nipples and then nothing but thin silky strings to hold them up.
Sarah held the tiny triangles up to her boobs, chewing her lip disapprovingly, “Um, shouldn’t a bra be more… Well, everything… than this? This wouldn’t support my boobs at all…”
I smiled, “That’s why we came here though, the stuff here isn’t designed for everyday wear. It’s designed to be worn for a short event, then removed. It’ll be perfect for this.”
Removed so I can fuck you. I thought to myself. I hid a grin and reminded myself that right now all she had agreed to was modeling, and she clearly didn’t realize she was volunteering to model nude. She could back out and I’d be stuck jacking off to her nudes in my room. Don’t get ahead of yourself.
She picked the g-string up, again judging, “And this is the same?”
I nodded enthusiastically, “It sure is.”
She held it up to her crotch and grimaced, but said nothing and we went on.
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