Almond Street

Sarah let go of her lips and adjusted her knickers back into place. "May as well," she said. She would have to look sometime.

Sally clambered to her feet and sat down next to Sarah again. Again Sarah was conscious of the warmth of her body. Sally fiddled with the camera and handed it to Sarah. The shot on the screen was the last one she had seen before. She advanced to the next frame. There she was, sitting cross-legged on the sofa, smiling face, spread knees, bare white thighs, and the gusset of her knickers stretched across her crotch. She advanced further. There were her knickers, filling the screen, stretched across the mound beneath. She saw that several pubic hairs had escaped from underneath the gusset. A teaser for the guys, she thought. Several more frames, then the shots from behind with the cheeky bottom showing under the hem of her skirt. Her tongue poking at the camera. Then her crotch filled the screen again, but from behind. She looked closely and thought she saw a tiny round patch of damp. She advanced the frame again.

There it was. Her naked cunt. Close up. She saw the lips, the slit between the lips, the dark blonde, tightly curled pubic hair. And then it was open. Pale pink flesh ringed by her white skin and the darker pubic hair. Sarah saw at the top of the picture that her inner lips had parted slightly to show a narrow gap leading deeper inside her. The pink flesh inside her was coated with a milky fluid. Yummy cum, Sally had said. The next shot was from further back, her smiling face, holding her cunt open to the camera, the girl that went with the pussy.

She swallowed. She was a porn model. She felt her groin contract with excitement at the thought.

"These are just great!" Sally was saying enthusiastically. "You are a natural! What do you think?"

"I suppose it's what I was expecting," said Sarah.

Without warning, Sally put her arm around Sarah and kissed her on the lips. It was a gesture of friendship, comfort. She stood up.

"OK, some full length ones now," she said. "Up you get." Sarah stood up.

"Let's see," said Sally. "Shall we try the other side? Turn so that your left side is towards the camera. Now, head up, shoulders back. Like a soldier. Breathe deep."

Sarah did as she was told. Of course. Head up, shoulders back, deep breath, chest out. She smiled and as the pose lifted her breasts high and strained them against the fabric. She could feel that her nipples were erect. She didn't care. She turned her head to the left and looked at the camera as another volley of clicks rang out.

"Fabulous," said Sally. "Now. I think, can you sit up on the back of the couch?"

"You mean right up here?" asked Sarah, touching the top of the back.

"That's it," Sally answered. "Not in the middle, at the end here." She gestured with her right hand.

Sarah climbed awkwardly into position and sat down on the back of the sofa with her feet on the cushioned seat.

Sally assessed her. "Ah, don't sit on your skirt. Let it drape out behind you and down the side of the back."

Sarah raised herself and with her left hand pulled the skirt out from underneath her bottom. She smoothed it as best she could out to the sides and hanging down behind the sofa back. She felt the air around the undersides of her thighs. Looking down on herself she was perfectly modest. From below, she was completely exposed.

"Excellent," said Sally, "but we're going to need to get a bit of light under there. She took the camera from around her neck and laid it carefully on the small table. She moved two of the reflective silver sheets close to Sarah, level with the seat of the sofa and angled so that they reflected light up under Sarah's skirt. She put one on each side of Sarah and aimed lamps at them. Sarah felt the warmth from the reflected light on the underside of her thigh. Sally moved more lights and reflectors to eliminate shadows on Sarah's face. She picked up the camera and got down on her knees again. Her head was level with Sarah's waist.

"OK, knees together, that's right, hands in lap, looking sweet. Little smile for the camera."

The shots came. The camera was pointed at the top half of her body.

Sally sat down on the floor and aimed the camera. "Not low enough," she said. She looked around and found a small wooden box which she placed on the floor. Then she took a cushion from the other end of the sofa and placed it as a pillow on top of the box. She lay down on her back, resting her head on the pillow, about a foot above the ground. She aimed the camera again. "Good," she said. A volley of shots. "Just right."

The camera was pointed at Sarah's face, but straight up her skirt as well.

"Now, head right back, touching the wall, that's right. Ah, put your right hand on the top of the back there and lean on it a bit. Good. Now, turn diagonally a little. OK. And let's put your left foot up on the armrest."

The armrest was about a foot lower than the back of the sofa and the position separated Sarah's legs. OK. Unasked, she moved them a little further apart. The hum of excitement in her groin was constant now.

Sally fired off more shots up Sarah's skirt. Without waiting to be told, Sarah pulled her skirt a little higher. Now she leant forward, put her left elbow on her left leg and cupped her chin in her hand. She spread her legs wider again. Looking down, she could see her striped knickers and her stomach tightened involuntarily. She could feel herself growing rapidly wetter down there. She smiled at the camera and assumed some different expressions: a little kiss with the lips, then open-mouthed surprise, then a laugh.

"Fantastic," said Sally. "Fantastic, keep it going." More shots.

"You're a natural," said Sally again and raised herself to her feet. "Lean back against the wall and pull your skirt right up to your waist."

Sarah did so and pushed the skirt as much as she could behind her. She was sitting there now in her shirt and knickers with her bare white legs wide apart. Sally moved lights and reflectors. She knelt down in front of Sarah and adjusted the camera. Then she raised it to her eye and thrust it between Sarah's legs so that the lens was only six inches from her crotch and took a shot. Sarah slid her right hand down to her knickers. Pulled aside the gusset again. Showed her cunt again. Sally took pictures of it. Sarah spread it with her fingers, looking down at the lens of the camera, six inches from her open lips as the shutter clicked.

Sally sat back on her heels and drew breath. "OK, we'll start to concentrate on the boobs for a bit. Let's start with you kneeling on all fours on the seat of the couch. Face this way and angle yourself as much as you can towards the front. Head up and another nice smile."

She had knelt down on the floor again and was sitting back on her haunches directly in front of Sarah. Sarah's shirt hung loose from her body; when she looked down she could see cleavage and her bra. The camera was aimed directly down her shirt. She smiled as the shutter clicked. She rounded her shoulders to give a better view. She smiled and reached up and undid another button of her shirt.

"Very seductive," said Sally. "This is really great. Now, sit yourself down again with your legs stretched out in front of you on the seat. Don't worry about your skirt, just leave it as it is." It was spread around Sarah; her bare thighs were against the cushioned seat. "Turn half to the right and look at me across your shoulder." She took some shots.

"Another button." Sarah undid another button and separated the two halves of her shirt to allow the camera to peer in. "You like this, don't you?"

"I suppose I do," said Sarah. Sally took some more shots. Sarah undid the last button of her shirt. She lowered her head a little so that her eyes were looking slightly upwards at the camera and gave a small smile, thinking to herself, "Have a look at what I've got here, guys."

Without any bidding from Sally she slowly straightened herself, then shrugged her bottom forward a little and put both her hands behind her body. She leaned back on them. Her shirt fell away from her body; her breasts in their striped bra were pointed upwards. Sally was on the move now, firing off shots all the time. She took Sarah from the front and above, from close and to the side, and then several just of Sarah's breasts.

"I said you were a natural before, and you really are," she said. "You really haven't ever done anything like this before?"

"Never," said Sarah. "And I'm not going to do it again." She sat up straight now and, looking directly and unsmiling at the camera, slowly removed her shirt and dropped it on the floor.

"Play with the left strap a bit, then slide it off the shoulder," said Sally. More shots. "OK. Now the other one." More shots. "Now put your right hand on your tit and give it a squeeze. And smile."

Sarah ran her hand up the side of her body and cupped her right breast. She caressed it and squeezed it gently. Then, leaning forward, she reached around behind herself, all the time looking full at the camera, not smiling now, and undid the catch of her bra. With her left hand she held it to her breasts. Then, slowly, she lifted it off, raised her head, pulled back her shoulders, showed the camera her breasts. Her nipples were erect, hard like little bullets.

"Gorgeous, gorgeous tits," said Sally. "I love them like that. Soft. What are you, a C?"

"Yes," said Sarah. "34C. They'll sag when I get older."

"Play with them a bit for the guys out there." Sarah caressed them, stroked them, cupped them and blew a kiss at the camera. She felt the hardness of her nipples against her palms. She smiled. She stood up.

"Half way there," she said to Sally. She made a few poses: side on, hands on hips, leaning forward with hands on knees, letting her breasts hang free.

Then, slowly, she reached for the two buttons at the waistband of her skirt. She undid them, then put her hands on her hips again and swung her hips from side to side. Her skirt slid down several inches so that the waistband of her knickers showed above it. She showed her belly and breasts to the camera. She lightly took the material of her skirt between her fingers and slowly, slowly, pulled it down over her hips. Once past, the skirt slipped easily and she let it fall to the floor. During the whole time she gazed directly at the camera, challenging it. She stepped out of her skirt.

"Just hold it there a second," said Sally. She took off the camera again and as quickly as she could adjusted the lamps and reflectors so that the whole length of Sarah's body was illuminated from above and below and from both sides. Then she pulled her pillow to a spot about four feet in front of Sarah's feet and lay down on her back. She aimed the camera up at Sarah. Sarah smiled at her and stood with her legs apart.

"Sensational!" said Sally. "Just hold that." A volley of shots. "Stay like that."

Sarah stood still as Sally got to her feet again and came and stood beside her. "Look," she said, showing the screen on the back of the camera. She showed several images in succession. Sarah saw herself, thighs and striped knickers in the foreground, the knickers stretched over the swelling mound, belly and breasts and nipples above it, and her eyes gazing down at her from above all that body. "God, that is shameless," she thought to herself.

"I need some more light down there," said Sally. "Just don't move." She adjusted the reflective sheets again, bathing Sarah's inner thighs and crotch in light. "OK, that should be better," she said, as much to herself as to Sarah. She hastily got down on the floor again and pulled her pillow to a point just in front of Sarah's feet. "Stay still," she said again and scooted around behind Sarah. Then carefully she lay backwards between Sarah's legs and placed her head on the pillow. She raised the camera. Three quick shots. She inspected the images. "Great," she said. "Now, hook your thumbs in the top of your knickers." More shots.

Sarah knew where this was going. She slowly pulled the elastic lower. The top of her patch of pubic hair came into view. She pulled the elastic a little lower. Her pubic mound was now visible.

"Hold it," said Sally. She got rapidly to her knees and took several shots of Sarah's hips and thighs with the patch of pubic hair in the middle and the gusset of her knickers still in the gap between the tops of her thighs. She pulled back then to get Sarah full length. "Off you go," she said.

Sarah smiled at the camera and deliberately pulled her knickers down, away from her crotch. She tried to remain as upright as she could and kept her eyes on the camera, but she had to lean forward a little. She felt her breasts hanging loose. Then when the knickers were over her knees, she let go of them, straightened, and, still smiling, allowed them to fall to the floor. She stepped out of them and stood tall, not smiling now, feet a little apart looking at the camera as Sally photographed her nude body.

Slowly she turned in a half circle and faced away from the camera. She turned her head and looked over her shoulder. She completed the circle. As she moved she could feel the slippery wetness inside her cunt.

"I don't have to teach you anything, do I?" said Sally. "Now let's try a different position. On your back on the couch."

Sarah walked to the sofa. She lay down on her back with her head on the armrest. It was very uncomfortable.

"Is there a cushion or something I could use as a pillow?" she asked.

"Yes, somewhere there is," said Sally, looking around. "Ah." She found one and tossed it to Sarah, who propped it against the armrest and shrugged her body down a little, finding some comfortable support for her head and shoulders. Her knees were slightly raised as the sofa was not long enough for her to stretch her legs fully, and slightly parted. Sally had rearranged the lighting again by the time she was settled and was standing at the far end of the sofa looking down at Sarah.

"OK," Sally said and raised the camera. "Let those knees open up."

Sarah let one knee rest against the back of the sofa and slowly allowed the other to fall to the side, splaying out, offering her crotch to the camera. Her groin was alight; she was behaving like a whore. The shots came quickly.

Sarah looked into the camera and raised her hands to her shoulders. She slowly ran them down her body, over her breasts with the hard, bullet-like nipples, over her belly. She looked lazily at the camera now. She let her right knee rest against the back of the sofa and then placed her left foot down on the floor. Her cunt was open; she was in position to be entered. She knew her cunt was very wet. Sally was kneeling now and took shots constantly.

"That's my favourite position," she said. "Wide open and ready for fucking. Fabulous."

Sarah lifted her left foot back onto the seat and slowly drew her knees up towards her chest. Sally was on her feet again now and at the end of the sofa. Sarah straightened her legs into the air above her. She put her hand on the backs of her knees to hold her legs high, then drew them down almost to her chest. She knew what the camera was seeing now: it saw her on her back, her knees drawn up to her chest, her cunt framed between the backs of her thighs. She held that position. Sally took a series of shots from different distances.

Sarah now placed her hands on the fronts of her knees. Looking at the camera, smiling openly, she drew her knees apart. Sally took pictures from above her: a smiling naked woman exhibiting her breasts and cunt. Sarah put her feet down on the seat of the sofa, as far apart as they could be, and let go of her knees. She slipped her hands down to her groin. She opened the lips of her cunt. She smiled. Sally photographed her and then photographed her cunt.

"You really are liking this, aren't you?" said Sally. "What about if we get up and do the doggy position now, and then we'll choose a toy for the finale."

"In a second," said Sarah. "Keep shooting."

This time it was Sally who obeyed an instruction. As she fired off shots, Sarah felt with the fingers of her right hand and unhooded her clitoris. She could have come then and there if she had wanted to. Every movement of her hand sent shocks of desire through her groin and stomach. She slid the index and middle fingers of her right hand into her cunt. She squeezed down on her clitoris, then released the pressure and withdrew her fingers. Sally drew back a little and kept shooting as Sarah raised her hand to her face and savoured the powerful aroma of female fluid. There was a white drop of it on her index finger. She placed the two fingers in her mouth and sucked them clean. She smiled around them at the camera. The shutter continued to click.

"You are just fabulous," said Sally. "Best ever, to be honest. All I have to do is keep pressing this button. You do whatever you want." It was an instruction.

"Doggy next, then," said Sarah and began to rearrange her position so that she was kneeling on the sofa and supporting herself on her hands. Sally rearranged the lighting.

"OK, all ready now," said Sally and began taking shots of Sarah side on. Sarah smiled at her and kept smiling and turned her head to follow Sally as she moved around to a position just behind and to the right of Sarah's right buttock. Sarah spread her knees as far as she could on the sofa cushions and arched her back, pushing her cunt back between her legs as far as she could. She craned her neck as far around towards the camera as she could and smiled: the classic porn model shot. Sally took picture after picture of her genitals and her face.

Sarah straightened herself upright and turned towards the wall. Sally moved around directly behind her. Steadying herself with her thighs against the back of the sofa, Sarah reached behind herself and grasped a buttock in each hand. Turning her head and looking over her shoulder, she smiled and pulled her buttocks apart. A long series of shots. Sarah got a better grip and spread even further. Shot after shot. The camera moved right in close now and took pictures of her anus and her open cunt.

At last Sarah relaxed her grip and allowed her buttocks to close again. She raised her body up straight. "Final movement now?" she asked. "What have you got for me?"

"Well, there's a choice as I said. The guys send them in to us. We only keep them if they're in the original packaging. Can you believe that there are guys who go into a sex shop and buy a dildo just so they can send it off to a porn site? What would you like? A vibrator?" She had moved over to another small table at the back of the room and was sorting through what Sarah could see was a collection of dildoes.

"No," said Sarah, "Just a rod." She stood up and padded over to the table next to Sally. The thought flashed through her mind of the absurdity of the situation: she, a naked woman, standing with a fully-clothed photographer discussing the nature of the instrument with which she was going to masturbate herself while her photograph was taken.

There were eight or nine dildoes of various shapes and sizes on the table. She picked up one that was a length of clear plastic nearly an inch in diameter with a series of rounded bulges, some large, some not so large, along its length. The two ends were rounded. She tested it and found it was flexible under pressure. "This one," she said. "Where do you want me?"

"On the floor, I think," said Sally. "The rug's pretty soft and you can use a cushion as a pillow."

As she spoke she was again rearranging the lighting, concentrating it closer to the floor. She took a cushion from the seat of the sofa and laid it on the rug.

"Lie down there with your legs out diagonally this way," -- Sarah obeyed, holding the dildo -- "and put your feet flat on the ground with your knees bent a bit. Hold the toy in front of you and play with it for a while. Then let your imagination take over. If I want you to do something particular I'll say so."