“Thank you for coming, Emily,” John extended a hand. “I’ve looked forward to doing this.”

The young woman smiled, looking straight at John as she brushed stray brown hairs behind her ear. Brown eyes matching her hair studied the amateur photographer. John responded to her smile, and stepped back to take a good look at Emily. As he stared for a moment she took in his casual slacks and shirt, short dark hair, blue eyes, and tanned skin. Emily smiled, watching his eyes travel from her wavy brown hair hanging halfway down her back, past her long pale neck, across her firm breasts, her thin waist, shapely hips, and down her long legs. To start the meeting she’d worn tight jeans and a fitted button up shirt. She had brought other clothing to wear, to pose in, to remove.

“So, where will we be shooting?” Emily asked. John heard both confidence in her voice and a hint of nerves. From their earlier conversations they both knew that neither of them had done anything like this before. He’d dabbled in photography before. But what he’d seen of nude photography and erotic art left him unsatisfied and he wanted to create his own work. It had only been thoughts and mental images till he’d gotten into a long conversation with Emily several weeks before at the coffee shop she worked at.

John hadn’t been looking for a model, but when the conversation approached photography he mentioned his thoughts on creating adult material, and Emily had asked him to meet her again to talk more. They’d spoken the next day, John cautious at first, not sure of Emily’s interest. Yet as they discussed John’s plans, which had extended only to what he referred to as erotic art, Emily expressed willingness to go much further than he had expected. Now, John had provided the location and the cameras, but the show was entirely up to Emily. They would be using both a still camera and a video camera, at Emily’s request. The agreement was that they would share the material, both getting copies. John looked forward to starting a collection, while Emily remained silent on her plans for her images.

“I’ve set up the cameras in the back yard,” John replied. “I’ve got a hammock that I thought might work well for a scene.”

“Lead on,” Emily said with a smile.

Silently the two made their way to the back of the house. The back yard was edged by a tall fence and shrubs, and in one corner of the lawn were two large fruit trees. It was between these trees that John had strung the hammock. He’d purchased it the day before, and had chosen it specifically because it was rope lattice design which John was confident Emily would enjoy using to create risque photos. The video camera was set up ten feet in front of the hammock, and John’s digital camera sat ready on a bench.

Emily surveyed the back yard. Though her eyes went first to the hammock she also noticed the covered hot tub next to the porch. Turning to John she pointed at the hidden water.

“You didn’t mention the hot tub,” Emily gave John a mock glare.

“You’ve got your surprises, I’ve got some myself,” John answered with a grin.

“Well, I had other plans for posing in my bikini, but a hot tub is irresistible.”

“Do you want to start with the tub?” John asked, picking up his camera.

“No, the hammock has inspired me.” Emily turned and headed back inside. “I’ll be right back.”

As John stripped the cover off the hot tub his mind wandered, imagining how he would set up poses, what pictures he would take. John knew his own styles and preferences, what he enjoyed seeing. However, John suspected that as Emily showed him her own views on the subject his thoughts would change. After only a moment John heard a footstep behind him.

“Okay, ready to shoot?” John turned around to see Emily standing in the doorway, an eyebrow raised above a naughty grin, running her tongue over her lips. After a second she spoke again. “Shoot pictures, you dirty young man.”

John turned away to hide his blushing face, though he knew Emily had already seen him turning red. Laughing, she stepped past him onto the well trimmed lawn. She’d removed her jeans and instead wore a knee length skirt, pale blue to match her blouse. She’d kept her white strapped sandals, but pulled her hair up, showing off her neck. Passing the hot tub she dropped a towel and as she stepped up next to the camcorder she tossed a small cloth sack over the hammock.

“Time to turn on the cameras, John,” Emily said.

“It’s ready to go, just hit the red button,” John replied as he picked up his digital camera.

Leaning over Emily pushed the button, then turned and smiled at John. “Okay, remember, when I pause, I want a still shot.”

“I remember. I’ll be getting more than just those poses, though.”

“That’s fine with me, nothing is off limit today.”

With a final nod Emily stepped out past the camcorder, and started walking towards the hammock. Despite the opportunity she stuck with a normal stride, not accenting the sway of her hips. When she reached the hammock Emily paused, listened to the click of the camera. Facing away from the camera she leaned over, gave the hammock a gentle push, straightened up and watched it swing for a moment. Then she turned to face the camera and sat back in the hammock. Crossing her legs Emily flared out her skirt, rolling up slightly on the lower leg, pausing to let John get a picture along her raised leg, showing a hint of her hip, a flash of bright cloth. Then Emily rolled around on the hammock till she lay lengthwise, her head to the right, her ankles crossed, arms up running fingers through her hair. Slowly she ran her fingers down, caressing her hidden breasts, outlining her waist, smoothing her skirt over her thighs. As Emily drew her fingers back up she they caught at the hem of her skirt, pulling it up her legs, revealing pale skin, and finally bright green satin. But Emily didn’t pause to pose yet, her fingers continuing up, unbuttoning the bottom of her shirt, till her right hand slid up inside her shirt. Now Emily paused, staring at John, posing, one hand cupping a hidden breast, the other holding the hem of her skirt, pulled up to reveal her long legs and a bit of green crotch.

After a few pictures were taken Emily let her skirt fall, and her free hand finished unbuttoning her shirt, freeing her other hand, and revealing the green satin bra that matched the clothing covering her lower body. With some squirming Emily removed her shirt and let it rest over her breasts. Lying back, Emily ran her hands down her bare waist, till she reached the top of her skirt. Sliding her fingers into the waistband Emily rocked her hips as she slid the skirt down, till her green panties were completely revealed and her upper legs were revealed again. Then she pulled her left hand out and grabbed her shirt, letting it dangle from her arm, hanging over the side of the hammock. Emily paused again, looking straight towards John. Smiling, John snapped a few quick pictures, reveling in the sight of her body, waiting eagerly for her next movements. She did not make John wait long.

The shirt dropped. Slowly Emily pushed herself up, till she was sitting straight once again on the hammock. Reaching behind her back Emily released the clasps on her bra, letting the cloth hang free, but still covering her breasts. First she raised one leg, pushing the skirt further off, than the other leg, finally shoving the skirt past her knees. As it slid down to rest on her left foot Emily brought up her right hand to hold her bra in place, while she slid the fingers of her left hand across her stomach and down, inside the band of her panties, pulling the cloth low across her abdomen. With a wink, Emily paused again. After John took the required picture, Emily kicked the skirt off onto the grass then stood up, still holding her bra in place. Slowly she walked around the tree to the right till she stood on the other side of the hammock. Her straps had slid down off her shoulders and only her hand kept her breasts from being revealed. Emily paused for a moment, angled away from the camera, her other hand pulling the side of her panties, now shown to be a string bikini cut, down off the hip facing the camera. Then Emily reached out and pulled the hammock up towards her up to her neck. The rope lattice showed glimpses of her body, but only hints of details. When Emily released her bra, letting it fall to her feet, her nipples and breasts could be seen, but teasingly, no full view.

Still holding the hammock up between her body and the camcorder Emily knelt down and opened the sack at her feet. From it she pulled bright red strings and cloth. Holding them in the hand she held the hammock Emily turned sideways to the cameras, and pushed down her panties. Now fully nude Emily gave no opportunity to see her lower private parts, quickly turning around. She backed up against the upright hammock, freeing her hands, giving the cameras an excellent shot of her butt pressed against the rope lattice. The view only lasted a moment as Emily wrapped her hips in the bottom of a string bikini, quickly tying the sides before stepping away from the hammock, letting it fall back down. Emily crossed her arms across her chest, holding the bikini top, and turned about, giving John a pause before finishing her turn. Quickly Emily tied the top into place behind her neck then turned around again before tying the back into place, securing the covering across her breasts.

"Like what you've seen, John?" Emily asked with a smile as she slipped under the hammock, picking up her discarded clothing.

“Very much, Emily,” John replied, catching a few more pictures before he stepped towards the camcorder. Emily carefully kept her distance as she walked towards the hot tub, letting John follow her with the video camera. “And I’m looking forward to your next surprises.”

“You won’t be waiting long,” Emily said as she stepped up to the edge of the hot tub. “Bring the camcorder.”

When he’d uncovered the tub John had chosen a spot for the video camera. Still rolling, John carefully carried the camcorder to the spot where it had a perfect view of the entire hot tub and surroundings, giving Emily ample room to play in. As soon as Emily saw John was ready she started. First she leaned forward towards the camcorder to remove her sandals, giving John plenty of cleavage. Then she straightened back up, testing the water with a toe. After a pose and a pause, her hands raised up to her head, Emily let her hair down and stepped down into the tub. Stopping as the water brushed her knees Emily took a moment to check her bikini, running her fingers around the edges suggestively, cupping each breast as she pulled the fabric away to adjust the fit, flashing curves of flesh. Turning sideways Emily untied the side facing John, flashing her naked hip, pausing for her picture.

Tying her bikini back together Emily stepped into the middle of the hot tub, the water now up to her waist. Slowly Emily leaned backwards, letting herself slide forward under the water. John snapped an image of Emily submerged, hair floating around her. After a few seconds Emily came to the surface. As she knelt in the center of the tub her shoulders barely broke the surface, hiding her body beneath reflections.

"Time for the next level," Emily said as she reached behind her. Trailing ties cloth floated to the surface, and Emily reached back undoing the knot behind her neck. After tossing away her top Emily stroked her hair, bringing it forward as she rose to her feet in the pool. The tips of her hair just covered her nipples, leaving the lower breasts visible. Again she paused then reached down to untie her bottoms, barely visible through the water. Tossing them to the side of the tub next to their mate Emily paused once more to let John capture her body, and then she lay back till she floated at the surface, not even ripples hiding her secrets.

"Can you get a picture from the side?" Emily asked as John clicked his camera. He nodded, snapping one image, the water entirely reflections, only the parts of her body above the water visible, her thighs, belly, breasts and face. After John finished Emily stood and backed up the way she'd entered. She paused at the same spot, knees touching the surface, and pulled back her hair, leaving nothing to cover her body.

"Now, time for fun," Emily said with a wink. Looking straight at John she smiled as he had to adjust himself, his erection visible.

Sitting down on the side of the tub Emily set a pinup pose, legs crossed, leaning forward. Laughing, Emily leaned back, spreading her legs towards the camcorder. John paused for a moment in surprise as Emily reached between her thighs to spread her lips. He'd known she had some wild things planned but he hadn't expected anything more than naughty poses, and now she gave him actual sexual acts.

“This isn’t what you were expecting, John?” Emily asked, echoing his inner thoughts. Closing her legs she gracefully rose to her feet and started trying herself with the towel she’d brought out. “If you’re good, you’ll get more little surprises.”

Wrapping the towel modestly around her body Emily walked about the back yard, picking up her discarded bikini and underwear, letting John follow her with the camcorder. Occasionally she paused in a provocative poses, once leaning over to flash her backside, another time losing the towel entirely. Finally she finished gathering her stuff and walked towards the back door. Pausing she turned towards the camera and dropped the towel, pausing completely naked.

“Wait for me in the living room,” Emily told John before turning and disappearing into the house. Quickly John collected his equipment and followed Emily inside. As he passed his bedroom he could hear movement behind the closed door.

“Leave the camcorder in the kitchen,” Emily called from the bedroom. Curious, John left the video camera where Emily requested, then stood next to the sofa, a clear shot to the hallway from which Emily would emerge. Barely had he settled before the bedroom door opened. One leg emerged, clad in black nylon. The rest of Emily followed. Her drying hair was tied into a ponytail. She wore a black satin robe that reached her thighs, showing the tops of stockings, straps from a garter belt. Emily posed for a moment in the hall then picked up the camcorder. She set it up in the hall, capturing the entire front room.

“I want to record what you’re doing,” Emily responded to John’s questioning expression. “And your reactions have been priceless. I wish I had a camera myself, some of those reactions I wish I could keep.”

John raised an eyebrow and gave Emily a scowl. She merely laughed, then stepped over to the sofa. Slowly she untied her robe, and let it fall open, striking a provocative pose. Beneath the black satin flashed bright pink. Shrugging her shoulders Emily let the robe fall. Underneath she wore a pink nightgown that barely covered the tops of her thighs. Black lace accented the smooth satin. Sitting down on the sofa Emily posed, letting her hair down again. Lying back Emily motioned for John to take a picture along the length of her body, catching a flash of color between her thighs. Next Emily rolled onto her stomach, showing her bare back. Before pausing she pulled the fabric up to her waist, showing off her black garter belt and the back strings of a matching pink g-string, tied at each hip. With a quick spin Emily took to her feet, her bottom half hidden again.

“Put down the camera, John,” Emily commanded. “The camcorder will do for now.”

Now more curious than ever John set the camera down on a nearby end table. As he straightened Emily pointed to the sofa. John settled down and sat back as Emily stepped toward him and set one foot up next to his leg. John could clearly see her pink g-string, barely a foot in front of his face. Emily reached down and unfastened her stocking from the garter belt. She set her foot down and repeated the procedure for the other leg, but left her thigh up next to John.

“Pull off my stocking, John,” Emily ordered.

This was far beyond what John had expected when Emily had shown up earlier in the day. Carefully reaching up her thigh John barely touched her skin as he pulled the translucent fabric down her leg. But instead of putting up her other leg after he finished Emily stepped back. Slowly she pushed the straps of her nightgown off her shoulders and let the garment slide down her body. Naked except for her g-string, her garter belt, and her last stocking, Emily paused to let John look at her before coming close and putting up her leg. After John removed the last stocking he leaned back and Emily smiled as she took off the garter belt. Sitting down on the arm of the sofa away from the camera she showed off her body. Slowly she trailed her fingers across her breasts, and then slid her hands down her hips. Spreading her legs Emily played with the ties at her sides then pulled the strings. Silently the laces slid along the lines of her thighs, trailing the pink fabric as it fell from Emily’s body.

“You and I have had a very fun afternoon, haven’t we John?” Emily asked, running her fingers along her vaginal lips, flashing bright pink flesh. “Will you let me have my way a bit longer?”

John nodded. Emily smiled then got up. Taking John’s hand she pulled him up off the sofa and then sat on the edge of the cushions. Leaning forward she touched the tips of her toes, then slowly drew her fingers up her legs. Finally as she rested her head against the back of the sofa her fingers reached her crotch. Spreading her legs wide Emily opened her body.

“Feast upon me, John.” As John hesitated for a moment she motioned him forward. Stepping between Emily’s legs John leaned down over her. Emily reached up and grasped the sides of his head and pulled him down, shoving his face into her crotch. As John inhaled Emily’s scent, tasted her body, felt her clit with his tongue, he felt Emily wrap her legs around his head and press her heels on his back, forcing him to his knees. Her crotch shifted as Emily leaned back, presenting her entire slit to John’s tongue. Finally given the opportunity John gave in to the desires his own groin had been expressing since Emily had started her poses in the back yard. His tongue moved hard and fast across Emily, and within moments he could feel her begin to shake. Her legs pulled him closer till finally John felt Emily’s entire body shudder. Under his tongue John tasted a different flavor as her juices flowed with her orgasm. Finally Emily relaxed. She pulled her legs up and away from John, and laid down against the cushions of the sofa.

"Come up here, John," Emily said. As he got up off his knees Emily reached out and grabbed his belt, pulling him closer to her. In full view of his camcorder she unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants down his legs. Naked from the waist down John stood motionless, letting Emily have her way. She hadn't said anything about filming a full pornographic episode, but here she was, laid out in full glory, reaching for his rock hard cock.

Taking hold of John’s dick, Emily pulled him closer still. As his knees brushed the sofa she lay on, Emily leaned forward to first kiss his tip, then slide his dick into her mouth. She held him against the back of her throat, letting John feel the twitches of her gag reflex. Though unexpected, John enjoyed the sensation until Emily pulled back and let his cock slip out from between her lips.

"Get naked and sit down, John," said Emily, pushing herself upright. As he pulled off his clothes Emily went and picked up the camcorder. She placed it on a shelf in front of the sofa and turned the view screen so it faced forward. Watching herself being recorded, Emily struck a provocative pose. Behind her John admired the sight of her naked butt and long toned legs.

"Now lay back and enjoy yourself." Emily turned around and knelt between John's legs. Taking his dick in her mouth again Emily began to move her head up and down, pushing his dick along her tongue. But this time she did nothing to increase his enjoyment, instead she only concentrated on the visible actions. John quickly realized Emily was more concerned with the video they were making. His suspicion was confirmed when she opened her mouth, barely keeping his dick between her teeth, and winked at him.

As Emily continued to give him a mock blow job John thought about the situation, trying to decide if he would continue or call the whole thing quits. Yet, regardless if the situation was just for a film and Emily felt nothing for him, she was still giving him a great sex session. While he continued to think things over Emily reached down between her legs and John guessed she was fingering herself for the camcorder. John decided that he could enjoy the situation physically while regarding it as nothing more. Once he finished sorting that out, John relaxed and waited to see how he could contribute to Emily's performance.

After about a minute of visually blowing John's dick Emily backed up and stood. Right in front of him her naked pussy dripped the juices he'd drank only minutes before. But John waited, letting Emily make every move. She didn’t disappoint him. After getting a condom from inside her discarded robe she covered his cock and pulled his legs together. Emily turned around and sat on his thighs. John felt her reach down between her spread legs again. He reached out and slid his hands across her hips and waist. Her hand brushed his legs as she rubbed her pussy for the camera. Then she pushed herself up and back, grabbed John’s cock and sat down, driving it deep into her pussy. As her walls enclosed him John thrust his hips up, pushing into Emily.

“Oh you bad boy,” Emily said quietly. “Don’t be so eager, or you won’t last long enough for the final pose.”

"I'll try my best, but it'll be hard."

"Your dick is supposed to be hard, John." Emily started using her thighs to slide herself up and down John's cock. A tingling sensation made John think that the condom held a numbing agent, something to deaden the nerves, keep him from cumming too soon. "It should look like I'm giving you the ride of your life."

"You are, Emily!"

"You're so nice, John," Emily said, her breath heavy with exertion. She paused and reached both hands down between her legs. On the small camera view screen John couldn't see any detail but it looked like she was rubbing her clit with one hand. The other hand was cupping his balls, and he didn't need the screen to tell him that. "What's the next pose?"

"Action shot, John." Emily went back to riding him for a moment before stopping and standing up. As John looked down at his dick, hard and numb, Emily stood by the sofa, her stance provocative. "Go get the camcorder, John, and start recording me again."

While John walked over to the camcorder Emily pulled the cushions off the sofa and set them on the ground. When the camera turned its lens on her she posed again, slid a finger along her pussy, and slowly licked her own juices before pointing down.

"On your back, John. I want a point-of-view of my cunt filled with your dick."

Eager to be within Emily again John quickly lay down. She stood above him, fingering herself for the camera, getting John to bring it right up to her crotch. Emily even spread her lips wide, showing her tunnel, wet and pulsing. Then she motioned John to lay back and she straddled him, waiting for the camera to focus on their genitalia, only inches apart. Emily grasped John's cock, rubbed it across her clit, the length of her slit, then smiled for the camcorder and sat down, burying his shaft within her.

"Keep it focused, I want a good shot of my pussy wrapped around you." Emily slowly raised herself, the camera catching every inch of John's shaft as it slowly emerged from her body. But as the tip began to show Emily sat back down.

For over a minute Emily performed for John and the camcorder. She rocked her hips back and forth, rubbed her clit, and even pulled him out again to run his tip across her lips again. Despite all the action the camcorder recorded John felt almost nothing, the condom reduced the sensations too much, and the numbing fluid had made his cock completely strange to him. But the view was awesome.

After putting John back into her pussy Emily leaned over, her breasts hanging right in front of the camera as she mock kissed him. Then she sat up again, raised herself off John's cock, grabbed it and leaned backward. John could only stare silently as Emily placed his tip against her anus and slowly sit back down. Though the full sensations were missing John could feel the pressure on his shaft as his shaft disappeared into her ass, all the way to his balls. Leaning back on one arm Emily stroked her clit as she slowly moved herself up and down on John, finally putting her fingers inside of her as she shook with another orgasm. Juices flowed down her hand, dripped onto his abdomen, and she finally sat down and relaxed on his hips.

"Okay, John, time to use that cum that's been waiting to burst out." Emily lifted herself off of his cock, started walking towards the bathroom. "Sit back down on the couch, get rid of that condom, and keep the camera rolling."

John quickly put the cushions back on the couch. He tossed the condom to the floor and sat down to wait for Emily. And the wait was worth it. She'd taken a moment to dress up again, but instead of reducing her eroticism she upped it. Emily now wore a black bustier with thigh high stockings and black velvet gloves. Her pussy was covered by bright red satin panties. In one hand she had a bottle of clear fluid.

"Let's get you ready to cum," Emily said as she knelt between John's legs. She poured some of the fluid on his cock and started rubbing him.

Looking down through the camcorder John could barely feel Emily's touch. Yet within seconds his cock started feeling warm. The fluid must have been some sort of reverse of the stuff in the condom. A fire began to lick up his shaft as sensation came back to him. He could feel the smooth velvet gloves as Emily stroked him. Finally she grabbed a cloth and wiped the liquid off his cock. She smiled for the camera, then bent down and put him in her mouth again.

This time Emily didn't fake the blowjob. She gave John her full attention, licking him, sucking him, pushing his tip into her throat before pulling him out and stroking him. Emily gave his cock every move he'd ever imagined, and even sucked on his balls while she stroked him. If this was her idea of making up for not feeling her earlier activities, of not knowing what her pussy felt like, John was happy to accept the offer. His cock still burned from the fluid, and her efforts were very, very intense. As Emily sucked on his shaft, pushing her nose into his belly, John could feel his ejaculation approach.

"Here you cum," Emily said, pulling his shaft out of her mouth. It was quivering in her hand as she started working it fiercely. "Blow your load all over me!"

John didn't have any control over how he came or where his spray landed. Emily stroked him fast and then stopped as his cock jerked, the first shot hitting her square in the face. She aimed the other shots, hitting her breasts, her neck, even her forehead. In front of the camcorder she covered herself in his sperm. Finally his pulses stopped, and she licked his tip clean.

"And that's a wrap, John." Emily was all business again, handing John a cloth to finish cleaning himself off. She turned off the camera herself before heading to the bathroom.

"Yeah, that's a wrap." I looked around the house at the effects of your shoot. I had some cleaning to do before I left.

"I'll take the camcorder, and we'll exchange material next Wednesday. Usual place for our coffee?" Emily was already dressed, pants and a simple shirt. All the wild clothing, the erotic stuff she'd brought, was hidden in her shoulder bag. Nothing suggested how wild and dirty she had just been.

"Sure." I was a bit bemused by your casual, nonchalant way of moving past the wild sex we'd just had. But I figured it was all business for you. Nothing about the day suggested you thought any differently, that I was anything more than your photographer and male prop. Yet it was fun, and I'd understood the situation from the beginning. "I'll be there."

"Good." Emily walked to the door. She turned and winked at John. "We'll have discuss the next shoot."