In the back of her mind was the vague recollection of the blue bubblegum but the fact that she lingerie shot was more important. She attend the studio apartment of a British photographer she had met. He was blond, not dyed like her, and he had a sexy British accent that made her wet. She was promised a lingerie shoot and that's why she was wearing this underwear. Her name was Melody, her stripper name anyway. Melody pulled on her green knitted sweater, red jeans and zip up boots.
Nigel greeted her, he had a white screen set up and her memory of other shoots came through. Soon she was posing. Nigel asked her to take over her sweater, her 34D chest bounced and jiggled as she took off her sweater. He angled the camera and took a picture of her.
"Turn away from me on an angle"
She did so.
"You have a very nice body."
Her nipples hardened as she said.
"Thanks, I think."
"What about your underwear?"
She raised dyed eyebrows above her dark brown eyes.
Nigel could feel the challenge in the air.
"Quid pro quo" he took off his shirt showing a well defined chest, abs and a six pack.
Melody realized that he wanted more than pictures. Some guys collect panties, this guy wanted pics. Well she wanted some dick.
She undid her jeans and let them pool around her feet as she kicked off her boots. Nigel had a great view of her cleavage as she pushed her jeans down. He asked for a profile shot as he got ready, even with her hair down past her shoulders it couldn't disguise the size of her tits. He snapped some more pictures and showed an erection in his y fronts.
"Eyes to me."
She looked at him as his boner got harder.
"Take the bra off please."
"Ah what?"
"Here." he stripped down to his briefs.
She felt a dampness in her legs as she saw him throw his socks at him. He stood there without any clothes on, his sizable boner was on display.
She felt that he had put everything behind his request and so she undid her bra. She reached for the strap and then the other so that just her boobs were keeping the cups of her bra on. Her breasts weren't perky from implants they were real and they sagged with the weight of her flesh. Otherwise they were the same size and had rosy pink nipples. Nigel took some more pics. The flashes went of but then his boner went soft and he looked away. Melody walked up to him.
"What's wrong?"
"it's just you remind me of someone. Someone I lost a year ago. Breast cancer."
It was a ploy but this teenager's confused mind didn't know better.
"I'm so sorry." she said looking somber
Ploy having worked Nigel cupped her face and kissed her tenderly, then passionately. He carried her to the sofa and sat her down on it. He kissed her mouth then her breasts as he spread her legs. Then her pussy, her breathing became rapid and shallow as he started to eat her out. Soon she was panting heavily as her hand pushed down on Nigel's head. Small orgasms, but powerful, rocked her body as she felt his tongue penetrate the lips of her vagina. His hand roamed up and found a breast teasing the nipple.
Melody's breathing became more audible as she started to climax. Her head lolled back as she gripped his hand with hers, both on top of her breast. Then a look came over her face, she looked horrified. Realizing that she wasn't Melody but Tim.
"Stop, stop, stop" she said rapid fire.
He looked at her confused.
She then said.