Chapter 4
Trace
I couldn’t stop staring at Lila’s amazing body. Sure, during the shoot, I’d seen her dressed. But that didn’t compare to now. The brunette was lush and gorgeous with huge, bouncy tits and a tiny thong that had me aching. Plus, there was a wet spot at her crotch, the evidence of her arousal.
“I want you so badly,” I told her.
“Come and get it,” she cooed.
And like an animal, I was on her in a flash. I kissed every sweet spot of skin, inching off her thong to reveal that pretty puss. Oh fuck. She was drenched, her folds gleaming, pink and exposed.
“Take me,” she moaned, leaning back and spreading her legs. “Oh god, I can’t wait anymore.”
“Your wish is my command, sweetheart,” was my answering growl. But not so fast because I was huge, and she was small. It actually took me several minutes to penetrate her sweet pussy, easing my way inside.
“Unnh, Trace,” she moaned, throwing her head back. “Yeah, just like that.”
The female was so tiny. Her pussy was slick, which made things easier, but still, it took patience. Finally, I was in all the way, her sweet wetness accepting my massive shaft.
And with that, it was on. I was on top, thrusting in and out of Lila desperately, pinning down those sweet curves as she mewled. I could feel her walls expanding with each thrust, the stretch delicious.
And soon, Lila began to moan loudly from out of nowhere, her head thrashing back and forth. I nearly gave in then, but it was too soon. I didn’t want it to end so fast.
“Grab onto the headboard,” was my rough command.
She obeyed, knowing exactly what I wanted. The brunette got up onto her knees, grabbing onto the wooden frame to hold herself steady, presenting that beautiful backside my way. And with no hesitation whatsoever, I pushed my throbbing cock into her tight hole.
“Unnnh!” she cried out, head tilted back with her eyes closed in ecstasy. “Oh god!”
But that wasn’t the end. After giving her a few good, deep strokes, I flipped her over to her back, pinning her arms over her head.
“Yes, more!” she cried. “Take me!”
And inspiration struck then. I put my hand on her throat and give a light squeeze. It wasn’t much. I didn’t go hard, but she gasped and shuddered with pleasure, her pussy clenching down on my cock spastically.
“Yes,” she managed. “Yes, yes.”
I could tell Lila wasn’t saying that to stroke my ego. This woman really wanted it, and her cunt dissolved in waves as I fucked that tight hole, the female screaming my name in ecstasy. But I didn’t want things to end, keeping myself in check. Shit, it was just too good.
When I did finally cum inside of her, I’d built myself up to a level that was almost painful.
“Fuck!” was my conquering roar. “Shit shit shit!”
Because Lila was bent over like a rag doll at the moment, her face pressed into the mattress, ass up in the air. I pummeled that sweet hole repeatedly, her curvy white flesh trembling as she received me again and again.
“Yes,” she cried out as well. “Now!”
And finally, my cum burst into her pink channel, each spasm of her pussy pulling my semen deeper into that fertile form. Because oh shit, it felt so good … and even more incredibly, it felt right.
But when I woke the next morning, there was a note on one of my pillows. I was surprised to be waking up to emptiness frankly, and not the beautiful, naked body of Lila Grant.
Trace,
Thank you so much for last night. I had a great time with you.
I’ll see you at ten! Don’t be late.
Lila
I’d never had a woman sneak out on me like that before. On the one hand, I liked how Lila had removed a lot of post-sex pressure. It can be awkward sometimes, especially when you’ve only known the other person for a day.
On the other hand, I was bothered that she left without saying anything. Part of the reason for her silent departure was likely because she knew we’d be seeing each other later that day. But still. What was up?
Shaking my head, I forced myself to get up. I was putting way more thought into this girl than normal. Shutting off my brain, I headed over to the studio.
We were shooting outdoors on the beach, several miles away from large groups of people. Since it was the weekend, there were a larger number of people milling around than expected, but we weren’t going to be put out.
Lila was already at the shooting spot, ready to go. All Emerson and I had to do was get the lights and props ready.
“Hey there,” I growled.
“Good morning, handsome,” she replied cheerily.
“Didn’t expect you to run off like that,” I said. “I could’ve given you a ride over. It’s no trouble.”
“I never stay the night,” she stated. “It’s kind of a rule for me.”
“Oh,” I said, baffled. “Really?”
“What, you’ve never hooked up with a girl then left during the night?” she asked archly.
“Well, sure, I have,” I stammered. “But you… I didn’t expect you to be so provocative.”
“Provocative?” The female laughed. “What’s so provocative about that?”
“Not that it’s super provocative or anything,” I said. “It’s just that I never looked at you as being the sassy type. You were such a nerd in high school.”
She shot me a wide smile. I immediately felt bad.
“I didn’t mean that—”
“It’s okay, Trace,” she said reassuringly. “I was a nerd back in high school. I know that. Things change, that’s all.”
“You’re right,” I agreed. “You ready to get to work?”
The brunette was more than ready. And she was better prepared than I was.
Because I was still in bed, even if only mentally. As I took Lila’s pictures in the sand and by the water, I thought of our tryst and how easy it’d been for us to come together.
It’d been so hot last night, the female stimulating in every way. Plus even now, she allowed me to be the dominant one, ordering her to assume one pose after another. I really appreciated that, and it turned me on.
We shot all morning, took a break for almost two hours during the start of the afternoon, and then continued shooting until sunset. It was a long day, but Lila was a professional. The brunette also allowed us to try some impromptu ideas that we hadn’t planned before, since the sunset was particularly stunning that evening. She was quickly becoming my favorite girl to photograph.
We got through the session, and she was packed up and ready to go back to her car in minutes. Neither of us were really sure how to approach our farewells. I decided to be assertive and make the first move.
I went up to her while Emerson finished dismantling the light equipment.
“Since we’re done, I was wondering if you’d like to go out and have dinner with me tonight,” was my statement.
She smiled, eyes dancing.
“Thanks Trace. I would love to.”
My heart leapt then. Holy cow, this girl had me entranced ... and yet I’d only known her for one day.