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  Sometimes, he would come in close, and Maddie would find herself wanting his touch. She would take a little longer to get the pose right, hoping he would step in and show her how. But he never did. He got close. Really close. But even when she could feel his breath on the back of her neck, he never touched her.

  And true to his word, not a single bit of make-up was used. It was all natural and real. Curt spent the day telling Maddie how perfect she was and soon she began to believe it. That came to her hair too. When she had first come out of the bathroom, Maddie had had her long thick hair in a loose ponytail. She had been expecting Curt to tell her to change it, but instead, he seemed to love it. Depending on the pose or the outfit, the ponytail would come out, and the hair would move from shoulder to shoulder, but overall, the theme stayed natural and almost pure.

  Despite these surprises, the shoot was still hard work and more demanding than Maddie had anticipated. The thing that really got to her was the heat that radiated off the lights. When she first started posing, she was in the sweatpants and by the time it came for an outfit change, she was glad for it. She could feel the sweat, dripping down the back of her neck.

  "Do you have anything to sponge me down with?" Maddie joked as she wiped away a dribble of sweat forming on her brow.

  "Even if I did, I wouldn't," Curt said with full sincerity. "Seriously, I don't think you realize how hot you look." He was crouched down on one knee, shooting up at her. From the way he crouched, Maddie couldn't help but see his package, pressed up against his thigh. As her mind wandered to how big it looked, she felt her core clench tightly. She looked away quickly, but not before her cheeks became flushed as her body tried to fight the rising pulse and shorter breaths that she was sure were giving away her attraction. Get a grip, Maddie! You were worried about him hitting on you, but it looks like you’re the sexual predator here, she lectured herself sternly.

  CHAPTER 5

  She immediately fell in love with her second outfit. It was a gorgeous pair of white designer shorts and an icy blue, silky, spaghetti strapped top that both hugged and flowed over her curves. Maddie had never worn anything as beautiful, or as sinful feeling. The material flowed like water, hugging her at the same time as it slid around her body. It made Maddie want to move sinfully, sleekly. It made her feel beautiful and sexy at the same time. And considering the heat of the studio, the lightness of the outfit was a welcome change.

  Walking out of the bathroom, Maddie nearly tripped over herself when she spotted Curt. He was right where she had left him, working on the dial of one his cameras, but now he had no shirt on. Lick him all over gorgeous. She had spent the first part of the day imagining what Curt might look like without a shirt, but was now totally unprepared for what she saw. It was a tapestry of rippling muscle, from his bulging chest to his tightly knotted abs. A god sent down to tempt and distract her.

  "I hope you don't mind," Curt asked as Maddie made her way toward him, while doing all she could to stay on her feet. "These lights are so damn hot, I was melting."

  "Oh... oh, no it's fine," Maddie said. She felt her voice waver as she spoke and had to remind herself not to stare. "I'm wearing next to nothing, it only seems appropriate that you are too." It was meant as a joke, but the moment she said it, Maddie cursed herself. What a silly thing to say.

  "True," Curt chuckled. "Well, shall we?" He lifted his camera, ready for round two.

  CHAPTER 6

  Curt was having a hard time concentrating. The shoot had been going for roughly three hours and with every passing minute, he found it harder and harder to pay attention to what he was supposed to be doing. The only thing that kept him going was the knowledge that he was, as always, one hundred percent on the money when it came to Maddie. She was perfect. So perfect that a monkey could probably point a camera, take some photos and they would break the internet.

  "Good, just like... yeah, just like that," he growled softly as Maddie leaned forward and inadvertently pushed her breasts together. It was the final costume of the day and she was dressed down to a little black thong bikini. Curt had hesitated earlier over whether he should use it or not, but now that he saw her in it, he knew that his instinct had been right on the money. She was stunning in it. Nobody would be able to take just one look at her in that outfit when coupled with the skill of his photography.

  He had caught so many emotions from her today that he couldn’t wait to review the photos. Everything from vulnerability to confidence, introspection to joy, purity to naughtiness. He felt like an artist that was uncovering a Madonna carving from a simple piece of ivory.

  "Like this?" Maddie asked. Somehow, she managed to stare at him from beneath her lashes, while she arched her back a little more, but he could actually feel what she was thinking, could see the passion building in her gaze. Curt felt his pants tighten as he clicked a few more shots. He moved his hand down quickly, pushing his cock to the side, sure that he saw Maddie’s eyes heat even more.

  Even without the shirt on, Curt was still sweating. He had actually been a little angry at himself for taking it off in the first place. That was the kind of thing he did when he was trying to sleep with the model, which this time he was not. But the heat from the lights was actually stifling him. And to be completely honest, the heat wasn't just from the lights either. There was a tension radiating from the shoot itself, the way that Maddie looked at him, or sometimes didn’t look at him – like she was trying to stop the attraction from building too. And then when she asked for extra instructions, as if begging him to touch her... or was that just his imagination? Or wishful thinking?

  "Okay, on your knees," Curt demanded. Maddie nodded her head as she fell to her knees. "And your hands too. On all fours," Curt continued.

  Maddie did as she was told. "Now, perk your butt up just like... yeah like that." Again, Maddie did what she was told, pushing her round butt into the air as Curt snapped some more photos.

  "No... up a little higher, with your stomach like..." Maddie moved to his command. But not quite enough. "No, spread your legs just a little more and... " Again, Maddie followed orders. But it wasn't quite right.

  As it was the last shot of the day, and as Curt was sure that it would lead to nothing, he finally deigned to touch her. He walked forward, leaning over Maddie and placed his hand on her stomach.

  "Like this," he said as he lifted her upper body a bit higher. He could feel her body tense under his touch. He could feel her shake as her breathing intensified. He realized his mistake quickly, as his own body defied his orders and passion pulsed through his groin. Her skin was warm to the touch, and her stomach was firm. He ran his hand down her navel, pausing at her belly button. His other hand wrapped around her ass and guided it up. It wasn’t any more suggestive than any photographer posing their model, in fact, photographers were often much more “hands on”, but it was all professional – at least that’s the way it usually was.

  For a moment, time seemed to freeze. Both hands on her, Curt became only too aware of the situation, of the moment. A tension fell over the room like a blanket, smothering everything and everyone. Curt could hardly breath while he battled for control of his body. Of what he had to do. But his cock was damn near shouting at him that all he needed to do was move his hand down slightly, push the lycra of her thong to the side and...

  Shaking his head, Curt suddenly pushed to his feet and shuffled backwards. That was a little too close for his liking. Fuck, he needed to keep his distance and finish this.

  As Curt continued to take the pictures, he couldn't help but be proud of himself. Despite how close he had come and how desirable Maddie truly was, he was going to get through this. He just knew it.

  CHAPTER 7

  "Wow," Maddie said in honest shock. "Those are... wow."

  "Yeah? Just wait until I get finished with them in post. You won't believe it."

  The shoot was over and yet Maddie was still wearing the black thong bikini. She was going to change out of it as soon as the shoot
ended, but then Curt invited her to look over the photos with him. They were just on his camera still, but she wanted to see. So she hurried up behind him, leaned over his shoulder and was shocked. Was that really her? She didn’t know what to say. And since the shoot had just finished, she knew that there hadn’t been any “touch ups” done at all.

  “Those are so….beautiful…..and sophisticated… and so - ,” she murmured as she saw herself dressed in the third outfit of the day – a sleek white silk dress that was backless, with the material draping seductively over her lower back, hinting at the rise of her lush buttocks. She had been posed with her back to the camera, a breeze blowing through her hair while she stared in profile out the window, sheer curtains billowing around her bare feet.

  As her gaze flowed to the final set of the day, with her in the black bikini, her soft voice continued, “….so…..”, she paused, at a loss for words to describe that scene.

  "Raw?" he asked in his deep voice.

  He flipped to the next photo. It was one of Maddie on all fours in the bikini, her ample butt sticking in the air. Curt zoomed the photo in on her ass, focusing on her cheeks, and the back of her thighs. He then moved the zoom, across, focusing on where her pussy was squashed between her legs.

  But then, as if only just realizing what he was doing and that Maddie stood behind him, he suddenly turned the camera off. "Well, that's it for the day."

  "It is?" Maddie asked, trying not to sound too despondent. Even though the shoot had taken four hours, the time had flown by and she didn't want it to end. Plus, and this was only if she were being completely honest with herself, she had enjoyed being in Curt's company. With the shoot finished, she didn't know when she would get another chance to see him.

  'I can finally free myself of you," he joked. "Now, there's a shower in that bathroom there. Feel free to wash the sweat off before you get changed. It gets pretty hot under these lights."

  Maddie didn't know what it was, but she was sure that Curt was sending her cold vibes, almost as if he actually did wish to free himself from her. It was a stark contrast to the way he had been acting all day toward her and caught her a little off guard.

  "Hey, do you really think that people are going to like these photos?" It had been plaguing her all day. Despite what Curt insisted, she still wasn't so sure.

  "Are you kidding?" Curt scoffed as if it were the most ridiculous question in the world. "They'll love them. Prepare to have a legion of horny men pleasuring themselves over images of you."

  "Really?" Maddie asked. She could feel herself blushing at the thought, a little taken aback with how blunt Curt had been.

  "Well, yeah. And I should know." Only just realizing what he said, and how it may have sounded, Curt's eyes flew to hers. He then very purposefully looked away from Maddie as he began to fiddle with his camera. "There's a towel in there for you to use."

  Now Maddie really was blushing. She had never considered that men might actually touch themselves over pictures of her. But more than that, she had never imaged that Curt might. It sent a warm sensation flowing up her body and as she made her way towards the bathroom. She spared one more glance toward Curt. Even though he had his back to her, she couldn't help but get the sense that he was thinking about her. In fact, she was certain of it.

  CHAPTER 8

  As the warm water ran down Maddie's naked body, her mind continued to wander back to the day's events and what she had done. Flashes of her on her knees, her breasts pushed together, of Curt staring at her while licking his lips, filled her mind.

  Hot steam filled the air and billowed throughout the small room. Maddie soaked herself with the water, letting it run over her skin and down through her legs. She massaged her body with the soap, rubbing it into her smooth skin before allowing the hot water to wash it off. All the while she wondered to herself what it might feel like to have Curt doing this instead. What his touch would feel like? I wonder if he looks as good with his pants off as he does with his shirt?

  Her eyes flashed towards the door, pausing on it for a moment. As if she half expected Curt to walk in... and half wanting him to do it, too.

  As she massaged her stomach with more soap, Maddie began to feel a warmth spread between her thighs. It wasn't from the water, or the heat of the room. It radiated between her legs. She could feel herself getting more and more wet. She could feel that tingling sensation, that light throb that came when she was impossibly aroused. And the more she thought about Curt without his shirt on, the way his muscled shoulders rippled when he adjusted the heavy lights, and the way the sweat dripped down his six pack, the more aroused she became.

  Without caring whether Curt caught her or not, and actually hoping that he might, Maddie plunged her fingers into her core. Her wet pussy swallowed them and she let off a small moan of pleasure at the sensation as he squeezed her nipple sharply with her other hand.

  CHAPTER 9

  Curt didn't know what he was thinking. That comment was creepy at worst and a little off color at best. He had basically admitted to Maddie that he had masturbated over photographs of her. And although that was true, there was no need to let her know it. Women like that knew how hot they were, they knew that every man wanted them. It only stood to reason that Curt would too.

  And besides, after the heat of that photo shoot, how could she not think that his thoughts would be on her and her alone? It was unlike any shoot that Curt had ever experienced. He had certainly been attracted to the models before. Of course he had, they were beautiful. But he had never felt the same connection, the electric bond that seemed to connect him and Maddie. And in that final moment when his hands were on her, when he could feel her back arch at his touch...

  Curt had to give his head a shake. He had to. He couldn't get caught up now thinking like that. This was almost over, he had almost made it. And then he heard the shower running.

  It was impossible not to think of her in the shower. The hot water cascading over her naked ass. The bubbles, forming on her perfect breasts as she wiped them down, massaged them. Her fingers, tracing her skin down towards her... again, Curt shook his head to dispel such imagery.

  It didn't do much though. If anything, he was even more aroused. His cock throbbed in his pants, pressing against his stomach as it yearned to be let free. He could do it to, just for a moment? Just to release it and get himself comfortable? Making up his mind, Curt spun his chair around so that his back was to the bathroom door. He then slowly moved his hand down his pants, gripping the belt and --

  "Ah, Curt, you don't happen to have any spare clothes do you?" Curt's hand was off his pants in a flash as he spun around in his chair. Standing in the doorway, wearing nothing but a towel, was Maddie. "My clothes got all wet – I didn't realize that the shower curtain wasn’t tucked into the tub."

  "Oh..." Curt said, unable to make his mind work. "Yeah I've got..." Curt's voice trailed off as his eyes worked their way down Maddie. Soaking wet from head to tail, the towel barely constituted as a hand towel as it struggled to wrap itself around her body. She pushed her dripping wet hair out of her eyes as she raised an eyebrow at Curt.

  Without thinking, Curt went for his camera and began taking photos.

  "What are you doing?" Maddie asked, embarrassed but still relaxed, feeling the languid heat from her self release in the shower.

  "This is perfect," Curt said, lost in the moment now. "I wanted raw and this is fucking it." He continued to snap pics, not caring if Maddie was posing or not. The way that the white linen of the towel clashed with her tanned skin was perfect. And the way that it showed off her figure, while still covering just enough, was indescribable. Curt had to capture it.

  "Oh," Maddie said. At first Curt thought she was going to object, but then, she began to play along.

  Curt was on his feet. Maddie was on hers. With each click of the camera, she took a step closer and closer. One step, pause and pose. Another step, pause and pose. Closer and closer. Curt saw her coming, standing his ground as
he continued to click the camera.

  As she got closer she let the towel fall, just slightly. She pushed her breasts up, she leaned in. She opened the towel at the side, showing off her long legs and inner thigh. Before Curt knew what was what, Maddie was right at him. His lens was staring her down, and she wasn't balking.

  It was a moment of truth for Curt. One that tested every ounce of his fortitude and will. But in the end, he couldn’t hold himself back any longer. The raw heat and passion tearing through the room was impossible to resist. Like a wave, it swept Curt and Maddie up, forcing them together. Curt could feel her warm breath on him as she leaned in. He could sense her heart beating, her breath catching. Curt knew women and he knew what she wanted.

  And then, Curt stopped. He placed the camera on the table and turned towards her, his gaze burning into her.

  "What are you doing?" Maddie asked, suddenly standing up straight, taken aback.