Huh?

Now, what is this!? I'm sure this wasn't here when I left today. And why are the studio lights on? Then again, no robber would leave a note with "Shh... no talking <3" on the door. Hmm... I almost recognise that handwriting too.

And I was so very much ready to call it a day after that workout. My muscles felt like they melted in the shower afterwards. All I really wanted was to get back home and crash into my bed. The photo shoot today, fun as it was, really drained me. And now this! All of a sudden I'm wide awake. Feeling alert. Should I call the police?

No... There must be an explanation to this. But who got in? Only two, maybe three people know where I keep my spare key. More likely I left the studio door open again! Oh fuck! How can I be so reckless with all my equipment in here! Someday somebody will come and take all of my cameras and computers. Or did it happen just now?

But "No talking" with a ...heart? Is this some surprise party? But what for? My birthday is months from now. We did just wrap the photoshoot, though. But there wasn't really a team this time. Just me, the models, the client's producer and the stylist Maria. She did a great job keeping everybody in high spirits. I gotta work with her more often... Stop! What are you thinking about! There are more pressing matters at hand – pull yourself together man!

...she is great, though. We could have used her as one of the models easily. That smile and that body. I think she really enjoys working with me too, come to think of it. I have a habit of being a little flirtatious but that comes with the job. Keeping people happy. Everybody likes compliments as long as you're not a creep about it. She was complimenting me quite a bit. She even gave me that quick rub when I had my shoulders aching. A gentle touch. A firm grip. Hmm, did she let her hands linger just a little longer on my shoulders just then? I was too busy to make anything of it then as we were just starting to shoot again. I must be imagining things. She's just kind of like that I guess.

Okay now, focus. I'll leave my bag at the lounge and go and check the studio. There's probably no one here anyway. It was still sunny when I left, so maybe I was just too quick to leave and left some lights on. If it is the client and the models looking for a wrap party I'll look like a fool with these clothes on. Talk about casual Friday. At least I'm fresh.

"Hello? Anyone here?"

Nothing. I don't think there's anyone in the house. I better check the studio now.

Wait... did music just start playing? Yes it did! In the studio. I know this song. This is Black Milk by Massive Attack. That is one sexy song. What the hell is going on? I have this on my special playlist. The playlist way too intimate for client work. That would have been fun to put on today, for the mattress commercial. Taking photos of beautiful people on the bed with this playing in the background... The session could have taken a strange turn. A sexy pillow fight. I almost hope they let me have the bed. Can't have it in the studio though, or people will think I'm filming porn in here. It feels so strange to have the studio like this. Like a Scandinavian bedroom. Maria did well setting it all up.

WAKE UP! Something is going on and you keep getting distracted! Just open the door and be done with it!

What is this? Another note? "Take a seat and shut up XOXO"

What the hell is going on? This feels... Yeah. Interesting. I'm guessing no robbers. But what then? I'll open the door. Here we go...

Candles everywhere?! Wow. I've never seen the studio like this before. But where is everybody? Or anyone? Is that the chair I'm supposed to sit on? By the bed? OK, I'll play the game, I suppose.

OK. What now? I'm on the chair. Expertly shutting up.

That song is so hypnotic in here. And that smell? Some deep vanilla perfume. I know this smell from somewhere. I love it. It's not too sweet, and it is almost... can a smell be dark? Intoxicating. Where do I know this perfume from? I bet the people are gathering up behind me. Should I look?

WAIT! WHAT THE FUCK! IS THAT MARIA?!! What the hell is she doing here? She's NAKED!?? I should call this off! I should call this off. I really should call this off... this is not professional... she shouldn't be here... she should take that amazing body of hers right the fuck out of here...

Right?

Right...?

...

What is going on? She looks so confident without anything on. Oh god. Now I recognise the handwriting. And the perfume... But can this be OK? Can she just come in here and sit me down like this? And will I just sit here?

I mean... if I choose not to mind, right?

She moves like a dancer. That body... Wow. That has taken some work. That was no accident. Uhh, my heart is racing... How can she seem so calm and confident? I bet she thinks she's sexy, but she has no idea. Looking me straight in the eye. That little sly smile. How long has she been planning this for? She knew I was getting out tonight. She knows the studio inside out. She set up a whole bedroom in here... Oh wow...

She's sitting on the bed. The song is about to end. I don't want it to end. Let me have some more of this, please. Let me drink this in. There goes my heart... across the finish line.

Painful silence. Will she speak now? Should I?

"Shh..."

Okay Miss, I will be a very good boy, shutting the fuck up right about here. Not a whisper. Go on. Please, do keep going. I want to see what happens next.

The next song is on. I know this too. It's on the playlist. Crazy by Beyonce, but its that Fifty Shades of Grey remix. Probably the only good thing that ever came out of those movies... Very fitting – I feel like I'm going crazy right now...

Now she is starting to move her hand across her body. I wish that was my hand touching that soft skin. Wandering across that beautiful form. Yes, feel those tits. I feel them all across from here. It seems she's getting a little distracted. Can't blame her. There it is again, that sly smile. I can feel her eyes looking at me. She loves this. She loves me looking at her. Her hand on her lips. Her finger on her tongue. Her hand moving down her neck, down her breast, down her belly... keep going... keep going...

Why did she stop? Oh... a tease. She caught me. Staring at her hand. Yeah, she got me good. She got me hard. Rock hard. Keep going. Please.

She does. She starts spreading her legs, sitting by the edge of the bed. Oh, heaven's gates. Dear god, I'm a believer... The hand is moving down. She starts rubbing herself gently. Oh god, what is going on?! This is the sexiest thing that has ever happened to me... She is enjoying herself more by the minute. Should I touch myself? I feel like I should restrain myself for now. If I can. Can't for long.

She pushed herself on the bed. She lifts her legs and bends her knees. This view is heaven. So delicious I wish I could have a lick right now. Push my face right between those legs and kiss those lips. I can see her glistening wet. Like a dessert ready to be served.

Her hand keeps rubbing gently. A bit harder now. Her eyes still locked on mine. Definitely drinking in my lustful gaze. She'll drown in my lust anytime now. Two of her fingers slip inside. Not just poking, but pushing against her, up and down. So slow that time seems to stop. Her gaze falters. She's enjoying herself too much to keep cool any longer. Her chest moving with her breath.

The song is about to end... oh why, not now! Don't break the spell!

The song is done. Her hand retracts. I can hear her breathing heavy. I bet she can hear me breathing even heavier. Can I go and touch her now? Suck her clean? She's on her knees on the bed. Looking at me again.

"Shh..."

Fuck. OK. I'll try. The next song starts. Huh, a change of pace. Daydream In Blue by I Monster. She has my playlist. I don't mind. Just keep going.

She reaches for something. It is vibrator I think. A very smooth and stylish one. A luxury brand for sure. She turns it on. She moves it across her body, sitting on her knees. Eyes once more fixed on mine.

Now she turns her back to me and gets on all fours. Oh god... She lets her chest lie on the bed with her ass up. The view is incredible. The vibrator finds its way to her clit. She is dripping wet. Even in the dim flicker of the candles I can see it. It would feel so good to slide in, fully erect, every inch of me. I could grab her hips and pull her against me. Push in slow... way too slow, while she controls the vibrator on her clit. Or slide in a finger or three. Or try how far up I could get my tongue. There will be a time for that, I hope.

She is breathing hard. Her other hand is grabbing her ass. Reaching to push a finger inside that holy wetness. The music keeps pushing on. She does as well. She is gloriously sexy. Is this really the woman I had only dared to fantasize about. And I had been trying to keep things professional. Fuck that.

She is about to explode. There's no two ways about it. I'm so hard that I'll do good not bursting myself. She is breathing hard. The vibrator is pushing against her. Her other hand is busy and anxious. Her legs tighten and she is gasping rhythmically. This is the show of a lifetime. Presented by the Aphrodite herself to a mere mortal man. She is orgasming long and hard.

My mouth feels dry. I have forgotten to swallow for a good five minutes. She falls to her side, still overly sensitive. Hot and bothered. Not really even trying to hold her composure but recklessly enjoying her afterglow. She knows how sexy she is. But honestly, she doesn't know half of it.

The goddamn song is running out again. What next? Can I just go, turn her on her back, lift her legs up and push myself in? Pin her down and have my way? I feel so turned on that my mind is a blur.

No. I need her to ask me to. A word, and I'll take her. A word, and I'll do what ever she desires. This is a woman with a plan. And I really want to see how her plan plays out. I'll sit, and shut up, and be a good boy.

Next song starts to play. Again, a change of pace. Hable con ella by Alberto Iglesias. Where do you head from the top of a mountain? To the next peak, I hope.

She unashamedly slowly gathers herself, turning to face me. The smile on her face is no longer just a sly smile, but a full blown sultry grin. She is so very beautiful. She sits by the edge of the bed.

"Shh..."

I will. Whatever you say.

She fixes her hair, and playfully hops down from the bed. She still moves in a slow and smooth way, now to the side table. There is a large shiny paper bag there, the kind you get from finer clothing stores. She brings it to the bed.

She reaches into the bag and produces a black push up bra. Looking over at me she starts to slowly put on the bra. She hooks the bra on her belly, turns the bra back the right way and mercilessly hides her breasts into the cups. She goes back to the bag and takes out a pair of black thigh-high lacy nylons. She rolls one open and slowly slides it over her knee and all the way to her thigh. She does the same with the other one.

I sit silent, mesmerised by this reverse striptease.

Next she takes out a black lacy garter belt and closes it around her waist. She secures the straps to the socks. She goes back for the bag. Now she finds a pair of black lace hipster panties, steps inside them and slowly pulls them up. Still the bag is not empty. She takes out an off shoulder little black dress and slides in.

I'm getting a little worried that she might just blow me a kiss and exit like nothing special happened. Would she do that? It would be dumb of me to think that I would have any idea what she has planned. So far this has been the best surprise of my life, so am I only being greedy to hope for more?

She takes out a pair of shiny black pumps and slips them on. She would make heads turn in any night club looking like this. Beautiful, sexy, determined... this can't be over yet, can it? I'm dying to speak out, but I don't want to break the spell.

She pulls in the standing mirror I have on wheels in the studio. A strange artefact in this elegant bedroom setting. She fixes her hair, adds some lipstick and puts on a black choker necklace. My legs always go weak for women with chokers. Didn't I mention this to her some time back in some casual nonsense conversation... She has been really paying attention.

She pushes the mirror back to the side. She comes back to the side of the bed. The song is about to end. She is now ready. But ready for what?

I am lost in this show, having forgotten how dull my life had been only twenty minutes earlier. I will never see this studio quite the same, and I know there is more to come. Bring it on. Oh, please, bring it on!

Comment and I'll get started with a part 2.