GG's, Like in Maggie Ch. 01

He would already be in love with her.

At that point, she would be able to get away with anything. Her smallest, tiniest, and filthiest bikinis, which he would willingly and happily allow her to wear. Hours of photo-taking, only interrupted by bouts of spontaneous, energetic, sweaty sex. He would worship her body both physically and with the camera, taking pictures of her luscious form. Sometimes, fully clothed, and eventually... nude. Pictures of her hot naked body, her perfection exposed to the world as it should be, before, after, and maybe even during sex. Thinking about it was getting Maggie worked up already.

But all that fun would come later.

Andrew checked his camera over and over again as Maggie rubbed smooth, creamy lotion over every bare inch of skin. Despite her inviting him to stare moments before, he still didn't want to just leer at her as she rubbed the soft lotion across her mammoth round jugs. He only kept one eye on her. Finally, finding no more excuse to distract himself, he turned to put both eyes on the younger woman as she moved up to a fully standing position, causing her huge boobs to bounce. His eyes widened slightly at this, and she gave him a wicked smile as she tossed the lotion towards her bag and posed in front of him with her hands on her hips.

"So... you ready to do it?" Maggie asked.

"Wh... what?" Andrew stammered.

"The pictures," she replied, nodding at the camera. "You ready to do this?"

"Oh, uh, yeah, of course," Andrew said, nodding and giving her a light smile and grabbing his camera.

And so it began.

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Later in the day, after parting ways with Maggie, Andrew was curled up on the couch at his house, laptop on his lap, looking over the many pictures he had taken. He still smelled of the beach as he reviewed the photos. And, looking at pictures of Maggie, he could practically smell her, the smell of her perfume, flowery lotion, and her natural girly scent.

She still made him uncomfortable. Whenever he was around her, he was nervous in a way that he couldn't quite shake. He was a married man, and he shouldn't be sneaking off to take bikini pictures of random, huge-breasted women. He felt bad about that. He did. But he was also glad he was able to help someone at the same time, even if it required the small personal moral sacrifice of sneaking around on his wife. He felt that conflict the entire time he was around Maggie, for hours, photographing her strutting around in a bikini.

That being said, the photos turned out REALLY good.

He'd done a quick skim through the practically thousand or so photos he took. Being new at this, he didn't know what was expected of him, so he just kept taking pictures. Tossing out the ones that were test shots or bad photos, he was left with hundreds of good photos of this busty glamour model, and he was going through them one by one.

They started with some pretty normal shots, her standing on the sand, posing lightly, like it was a regular day on the beach. Simple poses, nothing fancy. He followed her as she strutted around the beach as they talked and got to know each other.

There weren't any great revelations about her past that suddenly made them best friends. He learned a bit more about her, how she skipped school to have fun and party, how she struggled to find work until she began modeling. She also went into her body issues, explaining why she got implants, and how fulfilled they made her. On one hand, it was a very shallow thing that Maggie wanted, having big, juicy, overripe breasts. But his heart went out to her, as having smaller breasts really seemed to bother her, so in that sense, he was happy that she was happy.

But taking things slow and spending time mostly just talking weren't really Maggie's things, and as this went on, she started getting impatient. She wanted things to move along a bit, so she made it clear she wanted to really start posing and taking more legit model shots. Or, as she put it...

"I was blessed with a perfect ass, so I want to show it off, and I paid A LOT for these tits, so I definitely want to show them off."

So, she did.

Maggie started really posing for Andrew, and she could sense his hesitance, so she kinda guided him along. She kneeled down in the sand and jutted out her chest, guiding him to take pictures of her, her pose forcing him to really put the focus on her luscious breasts. Nervous at first, Andrew went along with her, and for the first time, he could openly focus on her big boobs. He was definitely hesitant, and he had to keep reminding himself that he was a married man. He tried to just be impartial, to just focus on the pictures he was taking and not the actual... subject of the picture.

He tried to just ignore Maggie's big breasts, despite how mouth-watering they looked. She did a few poses from on her knees, first putting both hands down into the sand, using her arms to press into her boobs, ballooning them outward. They looked so freaking huge and soft in this position, and every little move she did made them jiggle. The small, teasing smirk on her face let him know she knew what she was doing.

Then Maggie leaned back slightly, putting both hands behind her head, really jutting out her chest. The tight bikini top struggled to contain the large, fleshy jugs, the small strings holding the garment on digging into her smooth, tanned flesh. The mammoth and heavy breasts pressed outwards, the soft flesh pouring over the edges. Her smooth tanned boobs were bulging out on both sides of the triangular bikini cups, and a tiny bit underneath. And the way she was positioned made the tight bikini material mold to her massive udders, showing their full, perfect shape, her nipples making clear indents underneath the stretchy material. She wanted to show her new boobs off, and she was definitely getting her wish.

This position also showcased her flat, fit belly. She worked hard to look this good, and she was proud of it. The smooth, tanned expanse of her taut stomach while also showing off her sexy navel as well. And in this sunlight, and this pose, her colorful tattoos really stood out. And on top of all that, the late morning heat had caused a sheen of perspiration to coat her tanned skin, only adding to her overwhelming appeal.

These pictures turned out really well, to say the least.

Maggie then had him move around her, so he could take pictures of her rear end. While still on her knees, hands still behind her head, she looked back at Andrew, her eyes smoldering with heat. This position showcased her taut, lean, bronzed back, with only the thin bikini straps interrupting this perfect expanse of smooth flesh, digging into her soft skin. And even from behind, her huge boobs made their presence known, the fleshy sides of them visible due to their sheer size.

He also got some really good pictures of her fantastic ass. The tight, blue material clung to the perfect perky cheeks. They jutted out from her slim frame like a shelf, and the bikini bottoms struggled to contain them. Taking these pictures allowed him a glimpse of what appeared to be another tattoo on her tanned flesh. A tramp stamp, naturally, along her lower back, just above her ass-crack. The hem of her bikini bottoms obscured it partially, preventing him from getting a clear view. The lower parts of each cheek were exposed, escaping from the confines of the tight bikini. On her knees, her butt looked great, but when she stood up, she really put in the work to show it off.

Andrew took pictures of her from behind, putting her heart-shaped ass front and center. When she would reposition herself, the perky cheeks would jiggle. Again, Andrew had to focus on the job, and not Maggie and her amazing body.

She bent over slightly, extending out her butt at him, and she also turned to the side, giving him a good view of her perfect form in profile. Instead of the smoldering look she had given him before, this time she wore a teasing, coy, almost innocent expression, biting her lower lip as she looked at the camera. Her face projected innocence, but that body projected pure filth.

The splashing of waves on the shore coaxed them both closer to the water, before eventually, Maggie dove headfirst into the ocean, swimming in the water for just a moment, before emerging like a mermaid, the cool, glistening water coating her body, running down her impressive curves. Andrew followed her, stepping in up to his knees, taking pictures of her in the water. Over time, he got less and less hesitant, feeling more okay with asking her to pose, and feeling less resistant to taking pictures of her incredible body. And the pictures of her in the water might have been the best yet.

She looked amazing, the cool water causing her bikini to cling to her hot body. The beads of moisture running in rivulets down her copious curves, showcasing every inch of her smooth, tanned flesh. Her hair looking wild as she emerged from the water, eyes smoldering with heat. And the cool water had another effect, specifically making her nipples stand out proudly underneath the top. And through it all, Andrew was there, photographing her, making these images permanent.

These pictures were incredible, and Maggie knew how hot she looked at that moment, but the water became too chilly for her to bare, so she eventually sauntered out of the water. Andrew couldn't help but watch as she strutted onto the sand, water dripping off her hot body as she shook her butt from side-to-side. And, plus, with her bikini soaked in water, it provided less support, which meant her big, fake boobs were jiggling like crazy at this point. They were lucky to be alone on the beach, because the sights she was providing were practically obscene.

And through it all, Andrew kept repeating to himself: 'I am married. I am married.'

It wasn't like he was legitimately actually thinking about cheating on his wife. But... he was a man, and he knew better than to check out other women, especially when they were on display like this. Andrew was suddenly reminded of his initial hesitance, and why he probably shouldn't be doing this.

Luckily, this was about the end of the photo session and they both kind of knew it. She grabbed a towel to dry herself off as they chatted lightly. She then put her clothes back on, thankfully covering up her juicy, bikini-clad body. However, she still looked good in just about anything, even dressed down in the clothes she came there in.

"So, I think that's about it," Andrew said, unscrewing the lens on his camera, packing his gear away.

"Yeah, I think so," Maggie said with a friendly, thankful smile.

"I'll go through the pictures, sort them all up and maybe just throw them onto a file sharing site. I can give you a link if you give me your email," he explained, knowing it was probably best to not go out of his way to meet up with her again if he really didn't have to.

"Sounds good," she said with a nod, again knowing best not to try to angle this into another face-to-face meeting. She could be patient, despite her raging attraction for him. The wait would be worth it. She gave him her information as he explained how the whole thing would work. Finally, with everything seemingly set to go, she looked up at him, smiling coyly. "So, I suppose this is the point we talk payment..."

"Oh..."Andrew stated, a little taken aback. "Don't worry about it," he said, waving her off. "This was just a bit of kindness on my part. A dreamer helping out a fellow dreamer. You don't have to pay me anything," he stated, understanding that she wasn't exactly raking it in at this point, ignoring the fact that she had just spent an obscene amount of cash on her massive breasts implants. She looked up at him, smiling warmly, eye's glistening.

"Are you sure about this? I mean... I can pay you something for your trouble," she stated, opening up her cute purse.

"Maggie..." he began, shaking his head. "You don't have to worry about it."

She looked up at him, and she couldn't let her affection for him overwhelm her for just a small moment, her eyes widening. In this split-second, she wanted to jump his bones. He was, like, the perfect guy! Her heart was swimming with affection for this married man. But she composed herself, not letting him catch on. She smiled, looked down, and before he could react, she stepped forward. Maggie moved close and gave him a soft affectionate kiss on the cheek.

He was a little caught back as she pulled away and smiled. This move wasn't over the line, but it was close. Then again, the warmth on her face was clear, and he could see that this was nothing more than an act of gratitude.

"I... I really appreciate it," Maggie said, eyes glimmering with tears as she smiled at him. "I'm sorry," she said, apologizing for the tears. "I know I must seem silly to have moved across an ocean with no job just to get some fucking implants... it just seemed so right. But, it hasn't been easy, and people... people take one look at me and judge me, so... thank you, Andrew. Thank you so much! I know this whole thing seems odd, but I can't explain how much this means to me!"

Despite his hesitance towards her, in the moment, his heart swam with sympathy for the young model. Knowing she was in a fragile state, he couldn't stop himself from stepping forward, wrapping his arms around her and giving her a warm, friendly hug.

As he embraced the young, seemingly emotional woman, she couldn't stop herself from melting into him. Maggie looked away from him so he couldn't see her face, her crocodile tears lessening. She put her head against his chest, feeling his warmth, hearing his heart beat. Even his masculine scent was intoxicating. She bit her lips as she hugged him back, making sure to really press her big fake boobs into his chest. Andrew could feel their immense size and immaculate softness against him, but couldn't just push her away. Not at this point.

Finally, knowing not to push her luck she pulled back, looking up at him, wiping the tears off her cheek with her fingers.

"Thank you, Andrew," she said, smiling kindly. "It's... it's good to have a friend."

And once again, regardless of these feelings of hesitance around her, he couldn't help but warm to her ever so slightly at this seemingly genuine display of affection. So, as they officially parted ways for the day, despite himself, he kinda felt less scared of her. They had left things on better terms than they probably began. He was starting to feel like a friend to her. A friend she needed. A friend who needed a hand. And, being a good, decent man, he was always happy to help.

So, he didn't feel so bad anymore about taking pictures of her hot body. He didn't feel so guilty at having taken hundreds of pictures of her big boobs and her round ass clad in a hot little bikini.

Maggie's plan was working.

As Andrew looked over the pictures in the comfort of his home, his phone pinged, letting him know he had received a text. He grabbed his phone and saw a text from Maggie. Whereas before, he would have been a bit scared that she now had his number, at this point, he wasn't as worried.

'How do the pictures look?' she asked. Thinking for a second as to how to reply, he typed out an answer.

'They turned out really good. I think you'll like them,' he replied.

'When can I see them?' she asked, before responding again. 'Sorry if I'm being impatient. I'm just really excited!'

'Give me a day or two to look through these and really make sure they're all good.' he stated.

'Days?' she questioned. 'But I want them now!' Andrew smiled.

'Sorry to keep you waiting. Trust me, it'll be worth it,' he said.

'Oooh... I know it will. I'll be a good girl and wait,' she said. 'You went out of your way to help me. I suppose I can be patient.'

'Sounds good.' he replied.

'Thanks again, Andrew,' she stated. 'You have no idea how deeply I appreciate this!'

'No problem.' he stated as the text conversation came to an end.

It was probably for the best that he didn't know how deeply she appreciated his help. About nine inches deep, to be exact, matching the size of the dildo buried in her snug twat as she texted with the man of her dreams. Matching the size of the thick married cock she was currently fantasizing about.

She gushed all over her bed once more, knowing it was only a matter of time now. A matter of time till Andrew was hers, and Kathleen was long forgotten.

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