“Can you believe that it’s the first string bikini I’ve ever owned,” she says as she finally pulls her hand away from my crotch.
The truth is that she could easily be a model for Wow Girls or any of those other sites that only use girls that don’t have the look as though a thousand dicks’ have been inside them. When I told her I wanted to submit some photos of her to a studio looking for new models I was shocked when she said yes, and as I clicked the camera again and again I just couldn’t believe how easily she posed in all the ways that she knew I liked. Of course when she took the camera out of my hand and handed me the hand lotion I was confused at first, and when she told me she wanted me to jerk off with her eyes behind the camera I nearly freaked. I mean guys aren’t supposed to do something like that, at least straight guys anyway.
But I have to admit that when I lathered myself up she just kept saying all the things that she knows I like to hear, and it wasn’t long before I was pumping cum all over my chest. She could tell I liked doing it too, and when we looked at the pictures on my computer I couldn’t believe it was really my cock that was on the monitor. It’s like she timed it perfectly the way it shot out of me too, and the expression on my face as I was cumming wasn’t like anything I’ve ever seen before. It was just and image of I guess total ecstasy would be close to describing how I looked as opposed to what I’ve gotten used to seeing in the videos. Those guys just seem to punish their partners with the way they would cum all over them, and since we’ve been getting together I’ve noticed more and more I’m starting to see things very differently now.
“Did you ever hear anything about the photo’s we submitted,” I ask as just the fact we sent the pictures in was a thrill by itself.
“Well, I was going to talk to you about that,” she says as I’ve figured out now that whenever she starts a sentence with the word ‘well’ it means she’s been doing some serious thinking about what she is about to say.
“Yeah,” is all I say as I know all the gears are turning in her head now.
“There’s a studio in Dover that wants you to come in and talk to them,” she says as I remember that we submitted both our pictures together in the same e-mail.
“What about you,” I ask as I just can’t imagine anyone not appreciating what she looks like naked.
“Honey, they want girls eighteen or nineteen and I’m a forty year old with small tits that they can get a dime a dozen of without a problem,” she replies as I still can’t believe that anyone that sees her for themselves would recognize what a fox she is.
“I won’t go without you,” I say as I feel myself getting pissed.
“Relax baby, I already called and made an appointment, and of course I’ll be with you too,” she says sensing my anger building within me and knowing exactly what to say to calm me down.
“Why Dover,” I ask wondering why a website that has all those beautiful models would have a studio in a little rinky dink town like Dover.