Vanessa wants to take some photos
From Torg Adventure
Vanessa was standing on Dave's doorstep with a camera around her neck and a bag on her shoulder. She wore jeans and a tee shirt, well filled by her large tits. Her brown hair reached to her mid-back. She was quite pretty.
"Come in, Vanessa. What can I do for you?"
"Well, Dave, I'm doing a big project for school, and I need to take some photographs for it. Can I use you as a model?"
"Sure, Vanessa. I'd be happy to sit for you." Dave still held the wishbone, so he wished that Vanessa didn't notice the wishbone no matter what he did. It heated in his hand, and then cooled. He stuck it behind his ear.
She looked around the room. "Start on the couch, reading a magazine." Dave sat and picked up the Sport Illustrated Swimsuit Issue. She started taking photos, telling him changes to his position or expression or posture.
"Take off your shirt, please." Dave unbuttoned his shirt while she clicked away. He got it off and tossed it over the couch. "Go back to reading." Click. Click. Click. The girls in the magazine looked out at Dave with wanton expressions, barely clothed.
"Unzip your pants," Vanessa said, still taking pictures.
Dave gazed at the beautiful models in the magazine, allowing himself to get turned on. He tried to keep a look of desire on his face while he unzipped and fished his cock out of his boxers.
"Oh, yes! That's great! Work the camera, baby," Vanessa said with enthusiasm. Dave noticed her nipples poking into her tee shirt. He figured she must be getting turned on, too. He thought it would be great if Vanessa felt it was too hot in the room and removed her shirt. Dave winced as the bone warmed behind his ear.
"Fuck, it's hot in here," Vanessa said as she wiped her brow. She set the camera on the coffee table, straightened, and whipped her tee shirt over her head. Dave grinned at her large tits being held in a lacy red bra. Her nipples were even more visible. "Okay, back to work. Play with yourself. Make yourself hard looking at the bikini girls." Jake's sister took some close-ups of Dave's cock, licking her lips the whole time. Her breathing was getting more like panting. Dave stroked himself, but, instead of thinking of the swimsuit models, he thought about Vanessa. She should take off her jeans.
"Shit. These pants are just too sticky." Putting the camera down, she shimmied out of her pants. Now she was just in a bra and matching lacy, red panties.
What does Dave do now?
