A Picture of Lust (riverrust & Frogger)

[riverrust]

Jason did not quite have that photographer look; at least, not the type that one saw on TV, strutting about and calling out instructions to skinny models under fluorescent lights. Rather, he had the look of a National Geographic photojournalist. Tall, dark, and confident, with a slim, fit physique, he was a bit intimidating to others. His clean-shaven face was chiseled and sported dark hair cut close at the temples, and fading up the a short, thick mane.

Actually, Jason was indeed a photo journalist, focusing primarily on mountaineering. Hence, his finely cut form, and rugged appearance. Nevertheless, photographing mountaineers often did not provide for him the feminine curves he so desperately needed to shoot...as well as seduce. Today he had a new model coming. He didn't know what she looked like, but almost never did he meet an unattractive one. So, already feeling the need after a month of shooting in the mountains, Jason was ready to see some fine female ass through his lens.

 

[Frogger]

Camille wasn’t your ordinary model. There was an intelligent spark in her eye, cockiness in her smile. Not many models can read without complaining their heads hurt, much less go to college for a degree. Yet she did all this, and more. Tall, dark, and confident, she was a diamond amongst all the less precious gems. Her figure was slender…hips flaring out just the right amount, and her breasts just enough for a man to squeeze if he wanted to. Her skin was dark due to all the time she spends outside, her dark brown eyes windows to her gentle, kind soul. A long brown braid that went all the way down to her hips made her stand out from the other models, as did her charming personality. Eyes tend to follow her wherever she went.

“Okay…I need to go…here.” Camille pressed the button for the elevator, doors sliding shut after a moment with a muted swish. Her eyes went from here to there, the numbers above her climbing too slowly for her. It was with great relief that the doors came back open, cool air rushing in to tease her flesh. Today she decided to wear something simple. A short, yet stylish, skirt flirted about her knees, its hem ending just between knee and thigh. Her blouse was a pretty dark purple, the first couple buttons open and revealing just a little bit of cleavage. Of course, all sexuality behind such an outfit was beyond the young woman. She didn’t think about such things, really.