The Perfect Guest

I got a call from a college buddy of mine last week, Josh Hall. He's a pretty successful photographer in the mid-west, these days. We caught up, talking about old times before he asked if I could put up a friend of his that was coming to work in my area for a few weeks. At first I had qualms about the idea. It's not that I didn't have plenty of room, my house is a decent sized 2 bedroom cottage not far from the beach and I live alone. It had the added benefit of a large yard, and being the last house on a cul de sac, making it nice and private. It fit my somewhat introverted lifestyle. I mostly worked from home these days, so I wasn't worried about having the place cleaned out while I wasn't home.

He told me about his friend Tonte, she was a college student that modeled for him when not in school. She had two jobs lined up near here. If she were to stay in a motel she'd barely make enough to break even for the trip. I probably would have told Josh no if not for the feeling that he wasn't giving me the whole story. Something triggered my curiosity and without realizing why, I agreed. He thanked me and said that he'd give my info to Tonte and she'd call me to set up the details. A couple hours later I got her call. She sounded upbeat and was very grateful that I'd let her stay with me while in the area. I gave her directions to the house and my cell number in case she got lost along the way. She said she would be here in couple days. That was two days ago.

I'd just finished mowing the lawn, and was sitting on the porch step with a cold drink when I saw a car driving slowly past, the driver peeking out the passenger window at the mailbox. The car popped into reverse and came down the driveway. It was her, she had been nice enough to send one of her head shots so that I'd recognize her when she arrived. I got up and waved as I walked toward the car. I pointed to the spot next to my car, she nodded and pulled in alongside. I walked around the back of the car as the door opened and a long, shapely, leg swathed in skin tight fabric to just below the knee, swung out of the door, joined quickly by the other as she stood and arched her back. I took a moment to look her up and down, and realized quickly why she was model material. She was a tall girl with dark hair,  a lean athletic body, and a bright smile, which gave her eyes a slight squint and an accompanying twinkle.

"You must be Will, or I'm in the wrong place." She said holding out her hand.

"If you're Tonte, you're in the right place."

"I want to thank you for letting me crash with you. Josh said you were buddies in college and you were a cool guy."

"Well I can attest to the former, the latter I'll let you determine for yourself. Need a hand with your bags?" I said nodding at the trunk. We got her bags into the house and showed her the layout. She freshened up a bit before she came back into the kitchen where I set her up with a house key. She already had my numbers in case she got lost.

I looked up and noticed she was biting her lip. I just raised my eyebrows in inquiry.

"Sorry. I just wanted to say thanks again. I can't do much but I can help out around the house and buy my own food." She said stumbling.

"Don't worry about it. I do my own cleaning, and I won't let you starve. Though in your line of work I would think that's to be expected."

She laughed a little nervously. "No, I can eat. I'm blessed with good genes." Her eyes narrowed and her nose scrunched up a little as she smiled, and visibly relaxed.

"Are you thirsty? I just made a pitcher of iced tea."

While I put glasses on the counter and reached into the fridge for the pitcher, she asked. "You look like you're in good shape, do you go to the gym?"

I smiled, "not as much as I should, but I like to keep active. I bike a lot, hike some." I paused. "I can get you a guest pass at my gym if you'd like. I can't say that you won't get hit on constantly."

"Oh, hang on a sec," as she darted to her bedroom and came back with her cell. "I promised I'd let my dad know when I got here." She said crossing her eyes and sticking her tongue out of the side of her mouth, which caused me to bust out laughing. She began tapping away on her phone, which immediately buzzed back. She tapped in more and set it aside, it vibrated again but she just looked at it, rolling her eyes.

"If you don't mind I'm going to take a walk. I feel all cramped up from being in the car for two days."

"From the driveway to the main road is about a quarter mile, be careful if you go any further, the main road is busy and doesn't have a sidewalk."

"Half a mile should be plenty to stretch out in." She smiled and turned getting her bearings and headed for the door. I watched her dance down the few steps to the driveway and turn out of sight. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly and chugged the last of my tea thinking that this may not be as easy as I first thought.

I went and checked my email seeing if there were any work crises I needed to address, but nothing popped up. I shot off a quick email to Josh telling him that Tonte had arrived, and that I wasn't sure that he should be thanking me, but maybe the other way around.

She walked back into the kitchen a little later, calling out my name, I called back to her from my office. She looked around the corner of the doorway. "I was going to unpack and grab a shower. Do you want to go and grab some dinner after? My treat." 

I looked up, smiled and agreed. Her bedroom door was nearly across from my office door, so I could hear the homely puttering for a few minutes before I heard her pass by the door on her way to the bath. I heard a little puttering in there before the water came on. A few minutes later I heard some muttered cursing before hearing my name being called again.

I walked over to the bathroom door and asked if there was a problem.

"How do you adjust the temperature on this thing?" 

"Are you decent? I'll show you."

"Yea c'mon in."

I opened the door to find her standing there stark naked leaning over the shower control.

"Oh shit, sorry!" I said as I stepped back closing the door. A moment passed and I heard giggling, as the door opened again. This time she was wrapped in one of the bath towels. 

"Sorry, when you spend as much time dressing and undressing in front of strangers as I do, you sort of forget that standing around naked isn't normal for most people."

I took a moment to notice how distressingly small my towels were in the coverage department before nodding to the shower. I showed her how the shower worked and left her to it, and went back to my office. I sat there staring out the window, remembering just what I saw. Tonte was light skinned, but that's to be expected I guess. Her long legs led up to a wonderfully tight ass.

I listened for a few more minutes, she found the massage setting on the shower head, it's pulsing vibration thrumming in my ears. I found it all to easy to picture the spray beating off her skin before exploding into mist, the water trailing down her body.

"Snap out of it dude." I chided myself quietly. "She's half your guest." I decided a shower wouldn't be a bad idea for me after the yard work I did earlier. I waited to hear the water stop before heading to my bathroom to hose off. 

I stepped into the hot spray and closed my eyes, letting it wash down over me for a moment. Unbidden images of Tonte naked kept popping into my head, her lean neck stretched up to the spray, letting it hit her in the chest, water dripping from hard nipples, rivulets running down her flat stomach. I shook myself like a wet dog to scatter the thoughts, but it was too late, the effect was obvious and standing neatly at attention in front of me. I did my best to ignore it as I washed, once more my mind wandered as I imagined soft soap bubbles sliding down warm wet skin. I scrubbed my fingers through my close cropped hair and forcibly tried to think of the last ten championship teams to get my mind off it. It didn't work, and I found myself taking matters in hand, quite literally.

I stepped out of the shower and toweled off, noticing that my problem hadn't completely gone away. I walked into my bedroom wrapped in only a towel. I was brought up short by Tonte laying across my bed fully dressed in jeans and a light sweater, flipping through the book I'd left on the nightstand.

"Nice." She said her eyes roaming over me. I felt myself flush a bit, and sucked in my stomach.

"Thanks," I replied, "would you mind if I got dressed before we go?"

"Oh, not at all." She said looking up at me, then looked down at the book and flipped another page, a devilish grin crept across her face. "You know restaurants are these days, no shirt, no shoes, no service. I always wondered if that meant pants were optional."

It was going to be that way was it? I decided, 'What the hell?' I turned to my dresser pulled out a pair of boxers, dropped the towel and leaned down to pull them on. I looked up and noticed my blunder as I looked into the dresser mirror to see her head tilted up, her eyes roaming over me. If I chose a little modesty by keeping my back to her, the mirror assured me that I had none.

"If you're waiting for me to slip a single in there in hopes you'll drop them again, I'll need to go get my wallet." She teased, and with that statement the tension was broken and we both started laughing. I grabbed my jeans and tugged them on and finished dressing in a button down and my boat shoes. She took a moment to look me up and down before nodding approval. "I like it." She was up and at the door in a blur. "Come on, I'm hungry. Despite what you might hear, not all models starve themselves."

After deciding what she wanted, we ended up going to my favorite pub & grub place. I noticed as we found a table, that we got a few looks, I got a couple smiles and nods from guys as we walked by. We sat, ordered dinner, and made small talk.

"Josh said you're sort of retired, is that true?"

I laughed. "Well some people seem to think so, but I do work, I just do it on my own terms now. I wrote a software program last year, and a company with a very fat wallet wanted to buy it very badly, so they met my price. Now I enjoy the luxury of taking work when I want, and still make a decent living."

"Oh," she replied. I got the distinct feeling there was a question behind it but it wasn't being asked, so I prompted her.

"It's just that, I have a shoot set up with a guy on Saturday, and everything I can find on the photographer is really new, his website, his online credentials, and it makes me a bit nervous to go alone. I'll wing it, it's probably fine."

I just lifted my eyebrows. "Would you like me to come along, in case he's not kosher?" I asked. She visibly relaxed.

"I don't mind working with people that are established, and have good references, but people that are new give me the willies, only because you're never sure if you're dealing with a real photographer or a pervert with a point and shoot." That made me chuckle, knowing that's very likely in this day and age. I told her that I'd be happy to help her out.

When we got back home we killed the next couple hours watching TV, before Tonte was out cold curled up on the couch. I nudged her awake and sent her off to bed.

"Thank you for everything." She said before giving me a kiss on the cheek. She turned and padded down the hall and into her room, closing the door slowly behind her. I went to bed, knowing that I was going to have some steamy dreams.

I awoke with physical proof that I was right about the dreams. I was glad that I had an attached bathroom. Showered and dressed for the day I made my way to the kitchen and started coffee, rather than my usual bowl of corn flakes I decided I'd make use of the extra food I bought. Not knowing what models ate, I guessed heavily on the fruit, and had a little of everything. I started washing, peeling and slicing, and ended up with two large bowls of fruit salad. I popped them into the fridge while deciding what to chase them with when I heard a bump followed by some loud swearing.

I walked down the hallway. "Are you alright in there or should I call for help?"

"Yes, I just stubbed my toe. Unfamiliar surroundings when I'm half asleep can be dangerous." She hollered back through the door, just before opening it. She was surprised that I was standing at the door, nearly as much as I was by her whipping it open as fast as she did. We both stepped back startled. She sighed deeply, and I took a moment to begin breathing again myself. "Sorry, I just didn't expect you to be standing right there."

I just stood, my mouth open staring at her long legs leading up to tiny purple shorts, and a matching tank top, which left little to the imagination. I made it back up to her face to see a wry grin, and smiling eyes looking back at me from under a lock of hair that had fallen over one of them. A moment passed and she reached up and gently lifted my chin, closing my mouth for me, and with a familiar pat to my chest pushed me gently aside and disappeared into the bathroom.

I walked back to the kitchen and leaned against the counter and sipped my coffee. A moment later she padded in and opened a cupboard, not seeing what she wanted, opened the next and took a coffee cup down and filled it. She reached into the fridge and topped it off with a little milk and sugar.

"Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?"

"No, go ahead." I said.

"Are you seeing anyone? Have a girlfriend?" She asked lightly with the last one.

I chuckled, "No I'm not seeing any one, and I don't have a girlfriend."

"Ah, okay it's just that every time you look at me it's like you've never seen a girl before. When was the last time you got laid?" She opened her mouth in shock, and slapped her hand over it. "Oh my god! I'm sorry that just slipped out."

I started genuinely laughing. "Well it's been a while, now that you mention it. Why do you ask?"

Trying to get past the statement she'd just made, she rambled on. "It's just that yesterday when you came into the bathroom and saw me standing there naked you went bright pink, even to your ears. Then just now in the doorway, you were standing there with your mouth hanging open."

I paused to reflect on what she was saying. "You're very modest to be completely unaware of just how beautiful you are, and the effect it has on a mere mortal like me. I'm human and I'm not dead."

"You are so sweet. Thank you." She beamed.

We polished off the fruit and chased it with toast slathered in peanut butter, which Tonte said was plenty for her. We chatted a bit over the rest of the coffee before I made my way to my office to work a bit. She disappeared into her room, then I heard her wander out to the living room.

After living alone for so long, you get attuned to the sounds and feel of your space. When you hear noises you're not used to they tend to distract you from what you're doing and in my case, make me curious. The occasional sigh, bump and rustle from whatever Tonte was doing caused me to keep looking up. I sat back after firing off an email and listened for a minute. Unsure of what I was hearing, a mix of breathing and the sound of a body moving around on the floor, I quietly walked down the hall and peeked around the corner into the living room. The sight that greeted me was incredible. Tonte was in some sort of yoga pose with her ass sticking straight up in the air. The black shorts she changed into stretched very tightly barely covering her. Her long legs were taut as she relaxed down to the floor, arching her back and tilting her head back. I was mesmerized watching her move. She reminded me of a cat stretching before a nap. She began changing into another position and realized I was peeking and stepped carefully into the kitchen to make more coffee. 

A while later Tonte appeared in the doorway, a towel over her shoulder and a glass of water in her hand.

"I'm going to grab a shower and run into town. Do you need anything while I'm there?"

"I can't think of anything, but if there's anything missing in the fridge that you want go ahead and pick it up and let me know how much it is."

She waved me off, "I think I can handle a couple yogurts and an avocado or two."

She went off into her room and passed back going into the bath to start the shower. One more pass and she walked back to the bath naked from her room. My eyes opened wide. She popped her head around my door jamb, "eyes on your work you!" She said with a wink. "I love making you blush."

The shock having worn off a bit I put my hand to my forehead and chuckled. I noticed the sound of the shower was louder than usual, she must have left the door open, no doubt intentionally. I was starting to notice a bit of an exhibitionist streak in her, which was provoking a voyeuristic one in me. The desire to peek was greater than it should have been. The water stopped and I pretended to work as I heard the homely sounds of her getting ready. She walked past the door again, her skin glowing. Was that a smile on her lips? She knew what she was doing and was having fun with it. She came back, wearing panties this time, with two tops.

"Which one looks good to you?" She held up an Ohio State Buckeyes t-shirt in front of her, then moved it aside showing the fact that she had neglected to put on a bra yet, then held up a blue and white plaid button down.

"The Buckeyes shirt is a no-no, plaid looks better." I replied with a little laugh. She stood there with both dangling, her breasts were high and firm, the nipples standing up straight, and I was so enthralled I missed what she said. "Huh?"

Her grin widened. "I said, do you want to see something cute?"

"I already am." I said.

"Aww, thank you." She smiled even broader and turned around leaning forward slightly. Across the back of her panties it said 'I kiss boys' the word kiss was substituted by puckered lips in pink.

I cleared my throat and said, "lucky boys." She winked at me over her shoulder and skipped off to her room. While I thanked heaven for the fact that my desk was hiding my appreciation for everything I'd just witnessed.

"Catch you in a bit. If you need anything just call me and I'll pick it up."

I finally got some work done, with occasional moments of distraction, day dreaming of naked coeds. One specific naked coed actually. I got up and stretched and noticed that the effect she'd had on me earlier was finally gone, but not forgotten. I wandered to the kitchen to grab something in the way of lunch, as I passed the bathroom I noticed a lacy bra hanging from the doorknob and smiled. I wondered how many lucky guys are going to get a peek down that shirt today. About mid-afternoon I heard the kitchen door open and the screen door close.

"It's nice outside. Do you mind if I leave the door open?"

"Not at all." I called back from the office. I heard her rustling around in the kitchen for a few then she popped into the office to say hi. She leaned over the desk her palms resting on the edge, I noted that she was in fact wearing a bra, and a lovely one at that. "Did you find everything you went looking for?" I asked, tearing my eyes away from her cleavage to look back at my laptop.

"Yup, I even found us a little treat."

I lifted my gaze to look her in the eyes. She had a knowing smile, I wasn't fooling anyone, and she gladly stood there daring me to peek again. I cleared my throat. "Oh? What's that?"

"I found this little bakery that had these monstrous brownies, so I got two and picked up a pint of ice cream. Brownie sundaes for dessert!" She grinned her nose scrunching up in delight. It was infectious and I soon felt myself grinning too. She went off to her room where I heard her rustling through more shopping bags before going out into the yard.

I worked a little longer, finishing off a few calls and checking in on my email one last time. It was about four so I decided I was done for the day. If it was as nice as Tonte had said I thought I might break out the grill and whip up dinner. I went into the kitchen and took out the chicken and started it marinating. I went to the sink to clean up and looked out the window into the yard and my heart nearly stopped. Tonte lay there in the sunlight naked, her skin gleaming, a small pair of shades covered her eyes. My eyes roamed over her body, her arms slightly away from her body, turned palms down led up to her squared shoulders. Her breasts were perfect, the nipples stood up hard and pink. Her stomach was a flat valley, her long legs parted slightly showing even more of her. Her skin was smooth and shone like silk. Something changed and I came to my senses. I felt a sudden rush of guilt peeping at her like this. I looked again to see what changed, and it took a moment to notice that she was smiling. She knew I was watching. How I wasn't sure with those little shades on, but she knew. She took the little shades off and I moved out of the center of the window, but kept my eye on her. She took her bottle of lotion and poured some into her hands and raised her leg high in the air, and rubbed it into the back of her leg all the way from heel to hip, she did the same to the other. 

"Hey Will, could you do me a favor?" She yelled from the yard. She knew I would hear her, because she knew I was watching. To say anything was admission, and I was torn as to whether or not I should respond.

I took a deep breath and called out the window. "What's that?" I tried to sound nonchalant and rinsed my hands again in the sink.

"Could you come out here and put some lotion on my back please."

My heart started beating against my ribs like a hammer. Was she serious? My pulse raced as I looked at her, she was sitting up now and was rubbing lotion down the backs of her arms. I'd like nothing more than to make sure the sun only kissed that body but never burned it. After a moment she looked up and put her hand over her eyes to get a better look in the window at me.

"Uh, sure." I said. She had rolled onto her stomach by the time I stood next to her. She leaned on her elbows and looked up at me.

"Thanks." She handed me the bottle. "I have this little sponge on a stick to reach back there, when I'm at home, but I didn't think to bring it." She laid down, and swept her hair to the side, her palms facing up. I looked at her laying there naked and after a moment she cleared her throat to break me out of my trance. "Do I need to push your chin up again?"

"Sorry, no." I said laughing. I squirted a healthy dose of lotion making a design down her back.

"There we go." She said. I ran my hands through the lotion and began at her shoulders working my way down to the small of her back. She sighed. "That feels good, you have nice hands."

"All that typing." I mumbled, my throat getting dry as the rest of me broke out in a sweat. I stopped at her lower back, but wanting to continue down her heart shaped ass.

"Keep going." When I didn't move, she took the bottle of lotion and reached back squirting a few lines back and forth over her rear. "Come on, don't be shy." She was grinning at me. 

"In for a penny." I said and began massaging the lotion in, her muscles tightened and I noticed I was digging into the flesh with my fingers, not just spreading the lotion. She moaned and lifted her hips ever so slightly. I stopped, realizing what I was doing, and without a second thought gave her a smack on those beautiful cheeks. "You are incorrigible." I said.

Tonte bursted out laughing at that. "I was curious how far you'd go." I looked around for a towel to wipe my hands on and she saw me from the corner of her eye.

"Here." She said rolling up onto her side, giving me a full frontal view of her from only inches away. My eyes swept slowly over her body eventually getting back to her face. The expression there was a mix of amusement and, was that desire?

"Towel?" She said lifting the edge of the towel she was laying on.

"Oh yea." I said as I reached down to wipe my hands. "I'm going to go make us some dinner."

"I'll be inside in a few minutes to hit the shower." She smiled and rolled back onto the towel before my hands were clear. Her breast brushed the back of my hand as I pulled it away.

I walked slowly, and uncomfortably back towards the house. I stopped to look over my shoulder, she was tapping away on her phone. Her skin glistened, legs splayed and I just sighed again as my heart rate began to slow down. I washed up and got back to making dinner. A little while later Tonte walked back into the house naked, the towel over her arm. She gave me a wink and walked down the hallway to her room. The shower started soon after, and by the sound of it, she didn't bother closing the door again.

I sighed. It's not that I had any objection to a beautiful girl walking around naked. What red-blooded guy would? It was just that it was distracting in so many ways. I found myself staring off into space, day dreaming of what it would be like... well to do what I just did. Among other things.

"What's for dinner?"

I nearly jumped out of my skin. I didn't hear the shower stop or her walk up behind me as I stared out the window in a trance. I took a deep breath.

I turned and saw her little smile, and noted she'd put something on finally. Her Buckeyes t-shirt, and it appeared as though nothing else. "Grilled chicken salad. Is that okay?" I asked. She nodded her smile widening.

"Need a hand with anything?"

"Well you could finish cutting up this pepper, and if you want one of the avocados you can slice that up too. I'll get the grill started."

I walked back into the kitchen to the sight of Tonte bent over at the waist pawing through the vegetable drawer. She was wearing something else under the shirt, and the black panties with the silver lace edge caused me to stop, the screen door hit me hard in the back. She looked over her shoulder at the noise. A lock of hair covered one eye and her smile widened knowing that I was caught staring.

"Could I ask a small favor Tonte?"

"Sure."

"Would you do me the honor of wearing pants for dinner, so I don't injure myself." I said laughing. She laughed as well.

"Sorry. I have the habit of relaxing a little too much. I'll wear clothes around the house if it's bothering you."

"I wouldn't say it's a bother." I added quickly. "It's just that I'd like to keep from walking into things, letting doors hit me in the back of the head and well..."

Her eyes went up as she stood up, the t-shirt falling to cover the view of those panties, but not making her ass look any less inviting as she turned to face me with an avocado in her hand. She stepped over to the cutting board and set it down and turned to face me leaning back on the counter.

"Okay," she said. "On one condition. You finish that statement." She said with an evil grin.

I looked at her intently for a moment, formulating my reply. I decided to go for brutal honesty and see how it went. "Well I'd like my clothes to fit normally. Since you've gotten here my jeans don't exactly feel as comfortable as they used to, and quite honestly, you're firing up way to many male fantasies of sexy young coeds."

Her mouth quirked in an impish grin. "Should I be worried?"

"Not in the least." I said. "It's just that I prefer that my heart rate only go up during exercise and scary movies, not at the thought of the bathroom door being wide open while you're in the shower." I chuckled.

"I'm flattered that I make your pulse race. Though I'm not sure that's going to stop by putting on a pair of jeans." She said with a wink as she padded down the hallway to her room, emerging a few minutes later in said jeans. She put a foot on one of the kitchen chairs and rolled up the cuff, then the other before turning to the counter to cut up her avocado. "Better?" Her voice coy and innocent. She had tied the hem of her t-shirt at her waist, leaving a wide band of tanned waist tapering to her hips. Her jeans were snug across her bottom, accentuating the perfect shape.

"Not really." I said staring. "I see your point about the jeans." I went back onto the patio to check the grill. I thought I heard a laugh as the door closed behind me. A few minutes later she stepped out with the bowl of chicken and tongs. She looked at me and noticed my wet hair.

"What did you do?"

"The nearest thing to a cold shower I could get away with. I soaked my head with the garden hose." I said laughing.

I opened the lid of the grill and began laying out dinner. She stood there with her hands in her back pockets, her chest jutting out slightly as she watched. I could tell that her mind was elsewhere.

"Penny?" I said.

"Huh?" She bit her lip nervously.

"Penny for your thoughts." I said. "It's only fair, you made me finish mine."

She blushed deeply, her mouth dropped open. "Uh I'll go put the salads together and bring you a plate for those." She turned and disappeared into the kitchen. I wondered at her reaction as I turned the chicken, to get the nice grill marks. She came back with a plate and set it on the table next to me.

"You're right, it's only fair." She said biting her lip again. She crossed one leg in front of the other, her heel lifted off the patio, her leg swaying on the point of her toe. "I was picturing a photo shoot, a voyeur's view. Sort of like a day in the life, peeks of panties, maybe wearing a guys shirt. The view is always from his eye level. I pictured it in both black and white, and muted tone, like blue for the jeans or white coming from early morning window light." She crossed her arms under her breasts and swung her hair back over her shoulder before lifting her chin at the grill. I broke my reverie of picturing her doing that very shoot, and me photographing it in time to flip the chicken.

"So what's the shoot you're doing tomorrow?" I asked.

"Lingerie, swimsuit that sort of thing. He didn't give me a lot of specifics but asked if I had anything that I already had that I'd like shots in to bring it along." She said.

I cleared my throat. "Do you get a lot of that kind of work?"

"Yea, and plenty of offers to get naked." She chuckled. "Your buddy Josh has done some nudes of me."

I laughed. "I hardly think you're the first, knowing him."

"He did always have a thing for the ladies, even back in college."

"You didn't?" There was that coy, innocent tone again.

"Well let's put it this way, they tended to look through me unless they needed help with their math homework." I smiled

"I don't know about that." She said examining me more closely.

"Well that was all coupled with being an awkward, shy, first time away from home, computer geek. So it wasn't very likely."

"The ugly duckling becomes a swan." She murmured.

"Hmm?" Though I'd heard it clearly enough, my ego wanted a repeat anyway. She just smiled as I turned 

"You have a nice way with breasts." She said as she nodded at the grill with a grin. "Perfect grill marks."

We had dinner, and talked about nothing in particular. Tonte insisted on cleaning up since I did the cooking. I watched her move, and turn as I twirled my beer bottle on the table. The image of her bent over looking into the fridge only wearing panties came back to mind, this time I envisioned it in black and white, and thought that it would make a lovely image.

"What do you think?" She asked.

"Huh?" I asked.

She laughed. "You blush when I'm naked, you blush when I'm dressed. I guess you weren't kidding about being shy. I asked if you wanted to wait a bit before I make the brownie sundaes. I'm stuffed."

I nodded. "We can wait a bit."

"So what do you do for fun on a Friday night around here?"

I chuckled. "Not much more than this."

She winced. "You're only twenty, yet you live like you're eighty."

I smiled. "Well..."

"Still hardly ready for the rest home." She held up a finger and went to her room coming back with her phone. She tapped away at the screen for a moment as I downed the last of my beer. A song started playing.

"That's more like it." She tapped a little more and the song came flowing out of the little speaker. I stood and walked out of the room. "I'll stop, sorry." I didn't respond but found the disc and popped it in and began playing it over a proper speaker system. I gave the volume a tweak before I walked back to the kitchen. The grin on her face was infectious. I began lip syncing to the song and Tonte giggled. To my surprise she joined in finishing the song with me.

"I love this music." She said as she began to dance. 

I leaned against the door jamb and watched her, with her eyes closed, her hips began sway slowly her arms joining in. The song changed and she looked up with a blush. The next song made her do it again, this time she put a little more motion into it.

"This should be my theme song." She said over the song, 'Her Strut'. She started strutting around the kitchen table, her hands on her hips, bumping to the music.

I laughed. "Well I don't know if those are the kinds of moves you'll want for a bridal show."

"Why not? A bride can be a bad ass and still be beautiful!"

I couldn't deny her logic.

"I'm glad you didn't say this was your theme song." I laughed as 'Horizontal Bop' began playing. She just gave me a side long look and smiled.

Tonte pushed me into the living room bopping down the hallway and started scanning the discs in the rack. "Wow, CD's are so old school." She said smiling, trying to get a rise out of me.

She found another disc and slid it out giving me a smirk. I laughed. "I don't know how that got in there." I held my hands up. She popped the disc out and swapped it.

"Don't bullshit me, you probably had this to get some girl out of her panties." She eyed me up and down.

"There was a girl, she wanted to learn how to slow dance, and I knew how." I shrugged. Tonte's eyebrow went up, just the one. She looked around slowly before picking up the end of the coffee table and sliding it against the sofa, completing the motion she turned to me and pointed at my shoes flicking her finger away indicating she wanted them gone. She'd made a neat little square of hardwood for a dance floor. It was my turn to lift an eyebrow at her. Her smile softened and she beckoned me with a single finger. She began swaying slowly to the music, her eyes never leaving mine.

The light of dusk glowed in her eyes as her gaze burned into me. There was fire there, not a flaming inferno, but a smoldering heat and I felt my resistance melt quickly as I kicked off my shoes. I didn't remember walking up to her and suddenly she was in my arms. She wasn't just warm to the touch, she was radiant. I felt like I could fall into those dark eyes and keep falling, never finding the bottom. 

She rubbed my shoulder and whispered. "Relax." I pulled her to me, closing the gap between us. She let out a little sigh as she laid her cheek on my chest. "That's more like it." I could feel the laughter bubble up from her chest. Her body felt so good against me, the warmth, the softness and the underlying strength. I let out a little chuckle myself. She leaned her head back looking up at me. "What?"

"I was just thinking that so many guys are missing out by not learning to dance."

She agreed before resting her head again. The heat of her breath burning through my shirt causing my heart to beat quicker.

"You know, it's too bad. I think more guys would get what they're looking for if they met girls half way."

"What are they looking for?" I asked innocently. I got a snort in reply. Another song played out, and she was in no hurry to stop dancing. I felt a slight tremor flow through her chest and felt a wet spot on my shoulder. I didn't ask, I just held her close. Before long she let out a deep sigh, I felt her hand leave my shoulder and wipe her eyes. She cleared her throat before leaning back to look up at me.

"I don't know about you, but I'm ready for some ice cream." She said, her smile conveyed more hurt than happiness. I smiled and nodded. My hand slid reluctantly from her waist. "Want to find us a movie to watch or something? I'll be right back." She turned walking quickly to the kitchen, her hand went up to her eyes as she walked through the doorway. I took a deep breath, turned the music off, and set the furniture right again.

She returned a little while later with two bowls laden with ice cream and broken brownies. She had a bit of an embarrassed expression as she handed me one and then curled her legs under her sitting next to me on the couch. She let out a moan of pleasure as she licked her spoon clean. We sat in companionable silence as we ate our sundaes and watched the movie. It was pretty light fair so it didn't bother me when she leaned over and took the remote and hit pause. She took my bowl and padded off to the kitchen. She came back with two glasses of water, handing one to me.

"Thanks." She said softly.

"For what?" I asked curious if she wanted to talk about it.

"Not asking."

"Was it recent?"

She smiled. "Not much gets past you does it?" She lifted her head looking up at the ceiling. "April first, I thought it was an April Fool's joke. The joke was on me. I was just somebody for him to be seen with, to accompany him where ever he went. Eye candy for his buddies." The tears welled up again. "And to keep the bed warm and occupied."

"Too bad for him that he'll never know just what he lost." I said softly and brushed the tear off her cheek. "Some guys see a diamond as a rock, some see it for the precious stone that it is. Don't settle for somebody who treats you like a rock." She smiled a little smile before curling up against me, and pulling my arm over her shoulder before hitting play on the movie again.

I lost myself in my head for a while. She was right, it had been a while. I remember my breakup, it was partly my fault. I worked on my app for hours with my friends, traveled a lot, when I got home to a guy leaving our condo. I was more than stunned. I remember the day it happened. I let him go, watching him skip down to the parking lot and hop into a car and drive off. I walked in with my bag and set it down. Jess called out. "Coming back for more," and proceeded to giggle as she walked out of the bedroom with the bed sheet wrapped loosely around her. She stopped in her tracks, and a war of emotions panned across her face, shock, horror, even fear. She stepped back a few steps, unsure of what I would do. I wasn't sure either. I turned and took my bag and my keys and walked away. I started over. No, that's not true, it had been a year and I hadn't really started over. I'd been out a few times, but I'd never really let myself get pulled into a relationship with anybody since. I didn't have to ask. I could feel Tonte's heartbreak as if it was my own.

I took a deep breath and shook my head to clear it.

"Sorry." She proceeded to pull away and sit up and I held her gently.

"No it's not you. I'm just dozing off, sugar coma I think."

"I should probably get to bed. Not enough sleep means too much time in front of the mirror repairing the damage tomorrow." I lifted my arm and she sat up and stretched. She leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you."

"For what?" I asked. She just smiled.

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The next morning caught me sleeping later than usual, the smell of coffee already wafting through the house as I cracked open an eyelid to see the most beautiful sight any man can see first thing in the morning. A girl wearing his shirt. She turned looking over her shoulder at the mirror. I expect she was checking out just how much of her ass was visible under the tails.

"I'm not sure the blue goes with your eyes." I said. She smiled, without a word she slipped it off. Of course, she was naked beneath. "Why wouldn't she be?" I thought, and realized my appreciation of the view was probably evident as I lifted my knee gently hoping to bunch the blanket around my hips to hide the fact.

She swung a different shirt over her shoulder and wrapped it around her and stepped in front of the mirror. The shirt tail left entirely too little to the imagination, the cheeks of her ass peeked out from beneath.

"If you look way down on the left you'll find a dark purple shirt, that would probably look good on you." I said, "and on the floor next to the bed." I thought to myself. She returned the striped shirt and came back out of the closet whipping it around her shoulders and buttoned it.

"Oh yea." She said buttoning just a couple buttons and leaving it open well below her breasts. "How does it look?" She said turning and coming to the edge of the bed. She posed with her hands on her hips, the tail dangling just long enough to cover her. It's times like this that the first thing that came to mind didn't escape my mouth.

"If I liked it any more, it would be on the floor by now, the buttons no longer attached." I said in stark appreciation.

"I like this, mind if I borrow it for the shoot?"

I just shook my head gently. My mind flooded with images of my reaching out and her climbing onto the bed as I pulled her down into a deep kiss. My hands roaming over her body before reaching the shirt tail and lifting her onto me so we could make slow passionate love.

"Hello? Did you nod off on me again?" She said smiling. The images fading only slightly as she leaned forward allowing a nice view inside the top of the shirt.

I grinned. "Well if this is a dream I desperately want to get back to it." 

"Really? What were you dreaming of?" She asked, that coy tone evident. I watched her for a moment as she looked down at the buttons on the shirt, her eyes scanning me up and down as she fiddled with them.

"What time is your shoot?" I asked to avoid answering.

"It's at noon in a place called the Old Port. I've looked how to find it. It's an old building, second floor. He said there's a sign that points to a dance studio and to follow those." She looked up at me again, her eyes burning into mine with challenge. She shifted her weight to her other leg, and reached down and unbuttoned the shirt, letting it hang open. The light caressed her curves like a lover as she slipped it off. I'm not sure if it was intentional or not but when she ran her tongue across her upper lip I was nearly ready to reach out and snatch her clean off her feet and pull her into my arms.

"Would you mind if I got into your boxers too?" She asked, her voice husky. I smiled broadly.

"So many answers to that question." I added laughing. "Top drawer, right side." I said pointing.

"I know." She said smiling as she spun around flashing that heart-shaped ass at me before stepping out of reach. I sighed at the sight of her pawing through them as she found a pair she liked and pulled them on. She turned to me with her arms crossed under her breasts. "Cute?"

I cleared my throat. "Stunning is more like it." She pushed them off and checked her waist.

"No elastics on shoot day, they leave marks. So unfortunately for you I need to remain as close to naked as possible until I start work."

I groaned. "So this means I shouldn't wear jeans, gotcha." I chuckled into the pillow.

"Aren't you going to get up?" She inquired as she stepped back into the closet.

"Too late, I'm up in ways you can only imagine." I said. At this point I don't think there was any surprise as to the effect she had on me. A laugh came from the walk in. She walked out with a narrow black tie around her shoulders. She leaned against the door jamb and played with the tip of the tie, her lower lip held tight between her teeth. It was obvious she was waiting, and I realized what for, with bravado I barely felt I looked her in the eyes and flipped the blanket back showing the well tented gym shorts I slept in.

"Do you normally keep a hammer in your shorts while you sleep?" She said grinning.

"Only when I feel the need to protect myself." I said and went to the bathroom to attempt to relieve some of the tension. When I returned she had a little pile of clothing on the end of the bed. She took a small bag and packed it all away as neatly as possible. I reached into the drawer and pulled out a t-shirt pulling it over my head, wondering at the luck of having a gorgeous girl walking around naked in my bedroom.

"Good idea!" She snatched a t-shirt from the drawer herself and flipped it open. It had a bicycle logo on it from a road race I was in a few years earlier. She pulled it on, and swept her hair free of the neck. It barely covered her and looked incredible. "No elastics." She said with a grin and patted the front of my shorts causing my eyes to go wide. "Come on, I'll make us some breakfast."

Breakfast behind us, we each grabbed a shower. I was admittedly sad by the fact that we didn't do so together, but relieved to have a moment alone. I turned the cold water up, hoping it would perform magic on me to cool me off, I wasn't sure it would work, but eventually felt myself calming down.

We piled her bags on the back seat of my car, it looked as if she was moving out and I felt sadness wash over me at the thought. She'd only been here a few days but she'd made a lasting impression in such a short time. She had swapped my t-shirt for a loose fitting sundress which looked terrific on her. It had been a sunny morning and the car was hot at first. Jess had pointed one of the air conditioning vents down at her lap and lifted her dress letting the air billow it up.

"After this morning I could use a little cooling off." She said with a sly grin. "I'm guessing your shower was less than warm too?"

"Practically polar." I replied with a chuckle. It was a nice ego boost to realize that it wasn't only me that felt the effects of this morning. She released the hem of the dress, the cold air pushed it further up her thighs than it had been. That coupled with the knowledge that she wasn't likely wearing a stitch underneath it began heating me up again. I found the building which was a few blocks away from Deering Oaks Park. As noted there was an old sign for a dance studio with a for lease sign over it. I found a place to park and we unpacked the car and made our way up.

"This looks shady." I remarked softly as we took the stairs to the upper floor.

"This is nothing. You should see Cincinnati some time." She laughed, "These old buildings work well as studios though. They usually have huge windows for natural light and large rooms to move around in."

We found the dance studio sign and a realty sign over it. Tonte opened the door and walked in. Two guys were at the far end of the large room, a hodgepodge of gear strewn around them. They had set up a small table and run power cords to wall jacks. Beyond them was an exposed brick wall. I nodded thinking that it would make a nice backdrop for a photo shoot.

Once the introductions were made, Tonte and I made our way back to the far end where there was a rest room and a small office. She had asked me on the way here to check the place for video cameras, the bathroom specifically. She told me how some jokers will set up hidden cameras to record the model changing if it wasn't a nude shoot so they could sell it online or jerk off to it later, as she put it. I made a thorough examination, checked vents and fixtures while she set up in the empty office area to do her make up by daylight rather than a poor overhead fluorescent bulb. I tapped on the door before entering to find her standing there in a wine colored bra and lace panties. She leaned forward looking into a mirror applying lip gloss. Her eyes looked larger, after closer inspection I noted it had been done with artful application of eye shadow. She smiled up at me and put the make up away and took out a large hair brush and gave it a little spritz of something before handing me the mirror. She brushed her hair out, fluffing it up into amazing proportions. She stepped into heels and asked me to bring a couple things along as she swung my dark purple shirt on at the last minute. She buttoned a single button and walked out of the room. The firm click of her heels across the hardwood floor got the attention of the boys. The photographers helper let out a low whistle at the sight of Tonte walking towards them.

"Damn Steve, you can pick 'em." He said. I had to agree, she didn't just look terrific, she'd developed a confident air about her over the last few minutes. The sign of a professional walking into a job they knew they were well capable of doing.

"Where would you like me?" Tonte asked.

"My place!"

"Shut up Joe." Steve, the photographer, said. We all laughed it off. He directed her in front of some lights and reflectors against the wall. They took a few test shots, examining the lighting before he began directing her a little. She followed along, and when he didn't offer any direction, she made her own. The button of my shirt came undone and it got brushed past her hip as her hand settled on her waist. She tossed her head back slightly, her face taking on a wild smile. She turned and posed for more than fifteen minutes as he snapped away, moving to and fro, directing Joe with a light or reflector. At one point he had him waving a large sheet of poster board to give a slight lift to her hair as if the wind was blowing against her.

"Hang on a sec." Tonte said. She beckoned me to her as she turned and took off the shirt handing it to me. "Hold this up for me for a second." She said softly as she removed her bra and slid her hands back into the shirt, buttoning the one button that would keep it closed over her breasts. She handed me the bra with a smiled and said thanks.

"I would have totally done that for you." Joe jumped in quickly.

"I'm sure you would have." I said. He looked sharply at me, his eyes wide. I didn't notice any menace in my voice but by his look, my tone had brooked no argument over who was whose assistant.

"Give me some wind again Joe." Tonte asked as she flared the tails of the shirt out behind her showing off the flare of her hips and narrow waist. She shook her hair out a bit and the air caught it too. Steve began shooting again as if on cue. She eventually waved Joe to stop and played with the buttons on the shirt again, now it was open to her navel, the last button the only one holding it closed. She ran her hand through her hair as the shirt opened slightly, giving a glimpse at the promise of skin but without showing any. Damn she was good, the effect she was having was starting to make me a bit uncomfortable as I began to reminisce about my wake up visit this morning. She turned and lifted the collar and let it slide down her back. At that point there's no way it was buttoned in the front, but she was facing the bricks so nothing showed besides her bare back, and lace covered ass. She looked over her shoulder at Steve. "Do you think that's enough of this outfit?"

Steve nodded. She walked towards me holding the shirt closed in front of her. "Let's see what other trouble I can cause in your clothes." She said, with a look at the front of my jeans. She stepped into the office. She looked over her shoulder and beckoned me with a little head tilt. I looked back to find that Steve was over at his computer downloading the photos Joe was just staring dumb-founded at her as she walked away.

"What do you think?" She asked after I'd closed the door. She proceeded to remove her lipstick with several tissues and peeked in the mirror with a critical eye, and decided she needed to change something and began rubbing her eye lids clean as well. She doffed my shirt, her bra and panties without even considering the effect it had on me. She rummaged through her bag pulling out my boxers, tossed a pair of dark blue polka-dot panties on top of them, and a strip of fabric that must have been the worlds smallest tank top. She pulled it over her head and snugged it down around her waist, it was a cropped tank showing off her mid-riff nicely. She slipped on the panties, snugging them up, the back nearly non-existent as she ran her thumbs around straightening the lace at the waist. The tag popped up in back and without conscious thought of what I was doing, I reached over and tucked it back in. She turned with a wide grin on her face.

"Sorry, your tag was showing." I said, feeling the color rise in my cheeks.

"You are so adorable when you blush like that. She slipped my boxers on over the panties, they hung precariously at her narrow waist, barely tight enough to keep from falling off. She began applying a different color to her lips, and eyes. "How does this look?" She squinted and stuck her tongue out at me and crossed her eyes.

I couldn't help but laugh. "Oh now that's sexy!"

"Let's knock their boxers off." She said padding out in her flip flops this time. They had unrolled a plain backdrop against the wall and Steve directed her to a spot on it and they began shooting again. She played constantly with the boxers, showing off the panties beneath plenty of times, as well as lifting the crop top just enough to get hearts racing without being topless. I took the time as I watched her move to realize just how professional she was, she needed little direction from the photographer to bring about pose after amazing pose. Actually he spent more time getting Joe's attention and directing him than Tonte which made me smile. Before long she was asking if they had a darker background. She had brought a bikini but it was light in color and might wash out against the background. Joe made a crack about skipping the bikini all together.

"Well that wasn't an option now was it Joe." She laughed. "If Steve wanted that, he had the option." He had the sense to shrug and say that it was simply a suggestion. I knew she had no qualms about nudity, that was for sure.

"Will can you grab it out of my bag please? We'll see how it looks against the background.

I did as she asked walking up with that looked like a few pieces of string with small eye patches sewn in strategic places. She straightened out the top, and looped the string over her head and pulled her hair free before tucking the rest of it down the front of her tank top. She reached up beneath straightened out the top and reached behind her and tied it behind her back. She then whipped the top off over her head and tossed it to me where I stood behind the lights and reflectors.

"What do you think?" She asked straightening out the top with a little tug here and there, and lifting her breasts invitingly. She got stunned silence for a moment before Steve took a few shots. Joe just clapped slowly at the show of her putting the top on right in front of us without showing him a thing. She just rolled her eyes at him.

"Joe, move the 150 around back behind her shoulder and bring it up a bit. Let's see if we can separate a little from the backdrop. Snap on the honeycomb, it should make a nice hair highlight too." Joe jumped at Steve's directions doing as he asked before he stepped back.

He asked me under his breath. "Can she do that with the bottoms too?" I smiled and decided to have a little fun with him myself.

"I don't know, she usually just walks around the house naked all day." I replied, watching his eyes go wide before looking back at her playing with her hair and blowing a kiss at the camera. He reviewed a few of the images and said that it came out fine with the background. She stepped into the office and put on the bottoms and her heels and walked back out and began posing again. There's only so much you can do with a bikini so they finished that outfit quickly. Tonte looked at me and tapped her wrist and I told her the time as we walked back to the office for a change. It was getting close to the time she had set for the shoot. She looked at the window and sat on the wide sill.

"What do you think?" She asked. I just looked at her waiting for clarification. "Should I, you know give him some nude shots?"

I shook my head. "You made an agreement and he has willingly paid for you to do what you're doing now. You're doing a terrific job by the way. If he wants more, let him set up another shoot and you can set the terms for that separately."

"I can tell he wants to, the look in his eye when Joe said that was pretty much complete agreement." She said with a chuckle.

"Did he have any specifics he was looking for today?" I asked. She just shook her head.

"I get the feeling he's on a tight budget, big surprise, which is why he asked me to bring any wardrobe I wanted to wear. We've got a mutual usage agreement, I get a full digital copy of everything, and we both release the other to use as we see fit."

"You've got him. Don't give him anything extra. If he wants more, let him pay for it. It also gives you the ability to change the terms of use."

She smiled. "Thanks. If you weren't here I might have just walked out of this room naked and seen where it took me."

"I learned early to be a shrewd negotiator. If someone wants something from you bad enough, they'll meet you on or as close as possible to your terms. Besides, I'm sure Joe would have passed out from lack of oxygen to the brain." I said with a grin.

She looked up at the window over her head. It was a tall round topped number set deep in the brick wall. The afternoon light was warm even though the sun was on the other side of the building. It created a nimbus of warmth around her, her smile shining brightly from it's center.

"I have an idea, I wonder if Steve would be up for it to kill the last of the session." I said. When I explained to her she nodded and got dressed in the jeans she brought for the drive home, and my shirt again. She darkened her lips again with the burgundy lipstick and went and presented the idea to him. He nodded and directed Joe to grab a reflector. They moved down the floor a bit away from their equipment and Tonte sat in one of the window sills and kicked off her flip flops. She looked at me then I nodded towards the window. She looked out as Steve metered and began shooting. He positioned the reflector and moved slightly to the left. I noticed a travel mug on the floor and grabbed it, and handed it to Tonte to hold. She pursed her lips and blew across the opening, as if she were cooling coffee. She held it dangling from her fingers as she rested her arm on her pulled up knee. She breathed softly on the glass, but it was too warm to leave a fog.

"Hang on." Joe darted back to their table and came back with one of those large cans of compressed air. "Turn your face away and hold your breath for a moment." He turned it on the window right were she had been blowing and sprayed it several times, the window misted on it's own from the cold blasts. He jumped back dropping the can and picked up the reflector again. Working fast Tonte leaned back against the window and drew a little heart shape in the mist. She looked at it for a moment then looked straight into my eyes and smiled, not a typical model's smile, all teeth and holding it, but a girlfriend smile, simply relaxed and happy. The effect was stunning.

My mouth went dry, Joe looked at me with a combination of admiration and envy. To say I was a little shocked would be an understatement, but I recovered enough to return the smile in equal or greater proportion. They finished up a little after four, it took a little time for Steve to download the images and burn copies for Tonte. All the while Joey began packing gear away and lining it up to haul it down to their car. In under an hour we were headed down the stairs, Tonte had a couple discs worth of images, a check and a stack of Steve's business cards. Steve had a lot of images, a stack of Tonte's business cards, and a lovesick sidekick. Everything seemed to have worked out okay. We loaded her gear into the back of the car. She opted for the jeans and my purple shirt as her exit wardrobe and it looked much better on her than it ever did on me.

"Since we're here do you want to get something to eat?" I asked. "We kind of skipped lunch."

"Yea sorry about that. I should have had you stop and get something on our way in. I don't like to work on a full stomach, it makes me feel huge." 

"Yea, right. Tell me another one." I said as we got into the car. "Do you want to tourist it up and dig elbow deep into some lobsters or did you have something else in mind?"

"What ever sounds good to you." She said patting my thigh before giving it a gentle squeeze. "This is your town, I trust you."

"Let's get out of the old port, it's more of a hipster hangout. Think you can handle a little wait? I know just the place." She just squeezed my thigh again and nodded with a grin. We pulled into a space and went into a small tavern near a pier on the outskirts of the city. The place was definitely a local hang out, photos of local fishermen with unusual catches, or on their boats. The place smelled like seafood and beer. Tonte just looked at me for a moment then smiled. "Trust me, the décor may not be much but the seafood is as fresh as if you just hauled it off the boat yourself."

"You can if you want. Go out that door and down the steps, Cam is unloading right now." The waitress said as she walked up to us with menus. Grab a seat while you still can, it's early but it won't be long before we fill up."

I proceeded to show her how a real Mainer eats a lobster, I only had to help her with cracking the big claw. She polished off a good size lobster on her own. She tried to decline dessert but I insisted since the best part was the blueberry pie. "Keep this up and you'll stop using the letter 'R'." I laughed. We left the restaurant after a short argument over the check, which I won. She felt it necessary to compensate me for being her knight in shining armor today. I told her that she didn't need one, that she's completely capable on her own.

"Let's take a walk, if you don't mind. I couldn't go running after a meal like that if I had to. I'd only hear sloshing butter and wine." She said grabbing her stomach. We walked a few blocks in silence, it was cooling off but not cold yet. "Wow," she exclaimed softly, "that house has been there since before the American Revolution?" I nodded, looking up at a home with the year 1771 over the doorway.

"Yup, some of these homes belonged to prominent merchants, sea captains and a few politicians of the day. This area didn't escape the ravages of the revolution but it was a lot more subdued here. This was a rich area, a huge port near large farm lands and timber. The fishing was bountiful, and the sea trade made for big business. This was the Wall Street of the 18th century." I said chuckling. The sunlight was failing fast and we returned to the car hand in hand. I don't remember if she took mine or I took hers but it didn't seem to matter.

At home Tonte unpacked all the things she'd brought with her for the shoot and put together a small load of laundry. She had put on her t-shirt and tossed my shirt into the wash. "I'd better get some things cleaned, or I may be forced into walking around naked again." We watched some bad TV before we both started yawning. She spun to face me on the couch, crossing her legs.

"I want to thank you for everything, putting me up, putting up with me, and keeping an eye on me. I know you felt responsible to watch over me today just by the way you brought up coming along to make sure the guy just wanted to take pictures."

"It's quite alright, life was getting too quiet around here, then you showed up." I said patting her knee. She smiled taking my hand between hers.

"Well I'm glad I could spice things up for you. I think I'm going to hit the hay." She said before rolling up onto her knees and leaning forward to give me a kiss on the cheek. I turned and smiled at her. She was still close. The look in her eye shot a bolt of fire through my chest. She leaned in and kissed me on the lips, lingering for a moment before she retreated, her eyes opening again. She smirked as she stood up and let go of my hand, before turning towards her room. I eventually turned off the TV and went to bed myself.

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Something was tickling my nose. I reached up to brush it away and couldn't move my hand. I rose quickly from the depths of sleep, opened my eyes to a mass of golden brown hair. The realization took a moment to hit me, and when it did I felt her squeeze my arm which appeared to be wrapped around her with my hand under her chin.

"Go back to sleep." She said softly.

"Did we?"

She let out a short laugh. "Do you honestly think that we could without you waking up? Go back to sleep, it's early." She sighed and nestled against me.

My body apparently had responded to her proximity, and was more than happy to provide it's approval of the situation. I turned my head and rubbed my nose into the pillow to stop the itching. She reached up and pulled her hair over her shoulder out of my face. It was early by the angle of the low light. "Is everything alright?" I whispered in her ear.

"Mmm, hmm, it is now. Go to sleep." She said rubbing the back of my hand. I figured that I'd find out what happened in a few hours.

I took a deep breath and a warm sweet vanilla scent filled my nose. "God, you smell nice." I said and leaned forward and kissed her bare shoulder and placed another on her neck. She let out a soft sigh, and gently arched her neck. I took that as an invitation and made my way up her neck and gave her another kiss behind the ear. This elicited a soft moan. She scooted away and rolled back towards me, her eyes barely open, a smile on her lips.

"I guess I'm not going to get any sleep until we address the issue that's come up between us."

"Sorry, he has a mind of his own."

"I've noticed, though I've been keeping him warm for a while now and he's still not happy."

I just lifted my eyebrow waiting for an explanation. She started off by taking my face in her hands and kissed me deeply. She rolled back pulling me over her, our lips never parting. I stopped took a deep breath and looked her in the eye.

"Papa bear said, and somebody has been sleeping in my bed."

"I had a bad dream." She said, her smile fading. "I was scared, alone and in a strange place. I came in here and climbed into bed and you didn't even wake up. You just wrapped your arms around me, and that made me feel a lot better."

"Night terrors?"

"Not really, just a bad dream."

"I get the feeling that I'm having just the opposite." I said. Her arms snaked around my neck and pulled me down again.

"Might as well enjoy it then." She said softly. It didn't take long for her to strip off my t-shirt and toss it aside.

"Why do I get the feeling that this is a bad idea." I said, as my hands roamed over her hips. It was quickly noted that her t-shirt was the only thing she had on. Her hand found its way down between us and caressed my dick through my shorts.

"I don't know. This feels like it's a very good idea." She gave me a little squeeze before pushing the shorts down releasing it from it's confines. Her hand was warm and firm as it she made long deliberate strokes. The feeling was sensational and caused me to let out a moan. I had to concentrate to keep from going off in her hand.

"If you don't stop..." I gasped, "you'll be changing the sheets."

She giggled. "Well if you move just slightly to the left you'll have somewhere to put it that will make less of a mess." The invitation had been given, so I did just that. Her legs parted letting me in and I sank into her wet warmth. She let out a low moan as I went slowly forward, and pushed further even after there was no further to go.

"Oh hell." I said.

"I was thinking more along the lines of heaven myself." She replied. She reached for the hem of her t-shirt and wriggled it over her head and tossed it on the floor next to mine. She reached up and pulled me down to her again, her breath was warm on my lips. Her tongue darted out to meet mine.

"I won't last." I said softly, almost sadly.

"I won't either, but it's not as if we can't do it again." Her mouth widened into a smile. I pulled slowly away and rocked my hips forward. Our pace picked up quickly as I kissed down her neck and up to her ear.

"Oh god!" She cried as she rocked her hips hard against mine as I began pushing her further up the bed. The spasm caught her hard and she clenched down on me pushing me over the edge. I pushed deep into her and came. She arched her back and I pushed deeper if that was humanly possible. I thought I would pass out as her heels dug into my ass. Just as I thought I was going to collapse she pulled me down and rolled over me getting on top. She was a nimble minx.

"There, now that we have the edge off." She said smiling as she bit my lower lip giving it a tug. I chuckled.

"Now I'm sleepy again." I said. Tonte just shook her head.

"Oh no you don't. You woke me up, now you're going to have to wear me back out again." She said with a little wiggle of her hips. My dick which hadn't softened much was twitching back into action. She ground herself against me and let out a soft moan. "That's what I like, a guy who can rise to the occasion." My hands roamed over her hips which were flexing gently, massaging me ever so gently into fierce hardness again. I slowly slid my hands up her waist slipping them around to stroke her breasts. She pushed forward pressing me into her hands as I thumbed the nipples gently at first before turning them between my fingers. Her crotch ground down on me as her jaw dropped and a deep moan escaped. She clenched down on my now rigid cock and began rocking her hips back and forth slowly. I joined in, rocking in counterpoint and it felt like I was trying to keep my balance in a windswept boat, moving with the motion of the water. She smothered my gasp with her mouth. "Don't move." She whispered as she rose and turned to face away from me, took my dick in hand and slid back down on it. "Damn that feels good."

"I couldn't agree more." I said, rather short of breath. I could feel her fingers moving swiftly over her clit as she began to rise and fall, her hips making an undulating motion as if she were riding a horse. My hands grasped her ass massaging deep into the hot flesh. Soon the slow pace became too much and I began meeting her with a firm thrust with each down stroke. I wasn't getting the leverage I wanted, so I reached up and grasped her chest and hauled her backwards down to my chest before rolling her over onto her knees. She dropped her head to the sheets and tilted her hips up at me. Her light skin had a thin sheen of perspiration which reminded me of her impromptu request for help with the lotion the other day. My mind went blank, a haze of red lust washed over me as I leaned down and kissed her, taking the delicate skin of her shoulder between my teeth as I began driving her hips forward in uncontrolled lust.

"Yesss!" She hissed as grasped handfuls of the sheet trying to hold on to something solid. "Harder!" She groaned as I proceeded to comply with her demand. I felt her fingers beneath us working her clit digging in with tight circles as she began to shudder. I didn't stop, her orgasm ripped through her as I kept stroking into her as hard as I could. The sound of flesh hitting flesh pushing me over the top as I drove her hips forward as my own orgasm hit. Her fingers slid back and massaged my balls as they gave everything they had to her. I felt my entire body begin to relax and caught myself before I collapsed on top of her. I pulled back, my dick slipped free from her. She dipped her fingers stroking them slowly in and out, then put them to her lips and sucked them clean. "Mmm."

My head was spinning as my heart stopped trying to beat it's way out of my chest. I pulled her legs together and rolled her onto her back. She was as limp as a rag doll as I spread her thighs apart again. "Please." she said, her voice pleading. I wasn't sure if she wanted more, or wanted a break. I ran the palms of my hands down her soft thighs. Pushing them wider as I got closer to her dripping lips. She glowed like an ember in a bonfire, her skin shone with sweat as I leaned forward and gave her the proper attention she deserved. She leaned her head back and gave out a sharp cry as her fingers twined themselves in my hair, their actions torn between pushing me away, and pulling me down harder. I licked my way down her lips tracing them firmly with the tip before making my way back to her clit and gave it a nudge before swirling my tongue around it. Her hips came off the bed, her hands grasping the back of my head as she cried out again. "Fuck yes!" She shook violently, the spasms eventually subsiding as she collapsed onto the bed panting like she'd just run a marathon. I cleaned up the mess from my handiwork before she pushed me firmly away. "No more." She said gasping. I gave her one last long lick and lifted my head with a grin. Her hair was a complete mess, her face bright red, the flush lent more to the glow. She started laughing as she let herself relax, her head hit the mattress like a dropped cannon ball. "Tell me again," she gasped, "about how old you are." I slid up along side her as she gently closed her legs and looked over at me.

"Well I am older than you, but I'm not quite dead yet." I said with a smile.

"No, but I am." She laughed.

"You'll bounce back fast enough. If you get some rest."

"That's what I was trying to do!" She rolled up onto her side and looked at me. "You are a surprise. You are the first guy who has ever... done that to me." She added with a little hesitation.

"I had to wipe that smirk off your face. I didn't want you to think I was easy."

"Easy? I've been walking around bare ass for three days and other than the occasional boner I thought you weren't interested."

"I've been interested since I saw you get out of the car in those yoga pants. What kind of gentleman would I be if I were to try and take advantage of a lady under his care?"

Her grin spread into a full blown smile. "Yes, what kind? A handsome gentleman who, I didn't realize until now, is amazing in the sack."

"Do you always walk around naked in strangers' homes?" I thought to ask.

"No!" She seemed shocked. "It's just that Josh said you were a really nice guy, who wouldn't hurt a fly. He also said you were shy, quiet, and smart, and he wouldn't have made it through college without you. I don't think he's seen you in a long time. He never mentioned you were sexy."

I laughed at that. "Maybe I'm just not his type." She looked over my shoulder at the clock and said she'd be right back. I took a moment to clean up and relieve another tension. I walked back into the bedroom, Tonte was standing at the end of the bed with a grin on her face and a glass of water in her hand.

"We made a nice little mess." She remarked. The sheet and blanket were thrown on the floor, clothes cast aside like jetsam. I took a moment to note a few good sized wet spots on the bed.

"Looks like I'm going to need to change the sheets anyway." I said chuckling.

"So soon?" She said, her voice husky. She walked toward the bed and lay down on her side and beckoned me to join her.

"I think you have a high opinion of my capabilities."

"Oh really?" She said looking down. I followed her gaze and realized I was nearly fully erect again. I rolled my eyes.

"You have no conscience do you?" I said looking down. I slid into bed with a wide gap of space between us. Tonte looked at me and smiled.

"Testing your willpower?" She asked as I looked her up and down, drinking in the beauty of her body.

"No." I leaned forward and kissed her. "Think about what you want for lunch, because I plan on taking my time." I pushed her back slightly and she rolled onto her back laying herself out like a grand buffet and my senses gorged themselves on her.

I felt another tickling sensation, this one on my chest, floating near enough to consciousness I simply leaned down slightly and kissed the top of her head and the tickle subsided as she leaned up and her warm lips met mine.

"Thank you." She whispered.

"Hmm?"

"For showing me the difference between having sex and making love."

I felt a low rumble of laughter percolate up. I got a poke in the ribs. "Ow!"

"No seriously. I've always thought that sex is about taking, or giving so you can get what you want. I'll lick yours if you lick mine." She chuckled. "Love is giving without any expectations, and if you're doing it with right person it comes back to you." She sighed. "If you're doing it the very right person, you get more than you can give, prompting you to give more."

"Sex only needs a body, love requires a heart." I said softly. She tilted her head back slightly and I dove into those lips again. We'd skipped breakfast entirely, and a sharp growl from my stomach reminded me of that. We both laughed. "I guess I'd better get to work on fixing that before you're too weak to continue."

"Continue?" She said sitting up. I laughed when I turned to look at her. She looked like Medusa, her hair wild and standing out. I took blame for that since I'd ravaged them for the last few hours. Her breasts were flushed. I guess I should take the responsibility for that too. She was a mess, and looked absolutely incredible all at the same time.

"Alright, I'll give you a break." I said snickering. "Girls these days, no staying power." I turned just in time to catch the pillow aimed at my head.

"Hey sleepy, are you coming to eat?" I turned and Tonte was leaning against the door jamb. She had brushed her hair into order, the only thing she wore was a smile. The sun limned her body giving her an angelic look. Her arms were crossed beneath her breasts cradling them as if in an offering. Her hips tilted just so. I stood there staring for a moment at just how achingly beautiful she was.

"I don't want mine burnt." She said, the smile spread quickly across her face. I came to my senses and yanked the pan off the heat before sliding the singed toast onto a plate. She padded to the fridge and tugged it open, her nipples hardened in the blast of cold air. She pulled took out the milk for her coffee and looked at me the smile still there. "You know what I like?" She said softly. "I like that even though you just had your way with me, you still look at me like that." She tilted up onto her toes and gave me a quick peck. 

I grinned. "Like what?"

She raised her eyebrows as she poured herself a cup of coffee. "Like a boy whose centerfold has just come to life in front of him." She looked up at me. "If I were to put a name to it I'd say it was a combination of awe and lust. The thing is, I'm just a girl. You've seen all the parts, two legs, two arms, two boobs, and two eyes." She said and crossed them and stuck out her tongue. I bursted out laughing.

"I said it the other day, and I meant it. I don't think you realize just how beautiful you are." I looked at her for a moment and her expression changed very subtly to one of contempt. "Even a blind man could see that." I added. Her eyebrows went up in question. "Don't equate what you do, and why people want you to do it, with your self confidence. Sure you're beautiful on the outside and people love you for that, hell they pay you money for that, but that's not the only beautiful part of you. You're sweet, sassy and fun, and I bet you're all sorts of great things that I haven't discovered yet. That's why you're beautiful." She set her coffee down and wrapped her arms around my neck pulling me down to her kiss.

"That is the nicest thing anybody has ever said to me." She whispered.

"The saying goes, beauty is only skin deep, but it's not." I gave her a peck on the nose and told her to grab a new plate and I'd make her some not so burnt breakfast.

After polishing off breakfast, Tonte leaned back with her coffee sipping it as she regarded me over the rim. She reached forward and ran her finger around the plate covering it with maple syrup and ran it down her right breast circling the nipple. "I don't know about you, but I could use a shower. I feel all sticky."

"Let me get that for you." I said and leaned over and licked the sweetness from her. The nipple rose hard in response, and I made sure there wasn't a drop of syrup left as she moaned softly. I've heard showering with a friend is a good way to save water." I said with a chuckle.

"I'm all for conservation." She smiled and picked up her plate, setting it on the counter and beckoned me. She walked into my bedroom where I noticed she'd already remade the bed with clean sheets. "You won't need these." She said as she turned and yanked my shorts down. My dick popped out nearly hard again. "Mmm, is that for me?" She licked it several times before taking the tip in her mouth running her tongue around the tip. I felt my breathing coming in short gasps. She took more of me her head bobbing slowly. After this mornings antics I didn't think she was going to get much more than that, but she was undeterred and kept at me, her tongue and hands working magic on my dick. I ran my hands through her soft hair urging her on, knowing it wasn't going to be easy, she had me bucking forth in no time. I tried to warn her but she sucked me in as deep as she could and I erupted. I grabbed the dresser to keep my balance.

"Are you trying to kill me?" I asked. She just stood and walked into the bathroom. We didn't conserve much water solely for the fact that we must have been under the water for an hour. I pinned her to the wall, the warm water pouring over our heads as we kissed. My fingers slid beneath her, slipping up and down her swollen lips. She moaned deeply into my mouth as I circled her clit, changing the pressure with each pass. Each time I felt her getting close to orgasm I'd stop. After the third time she started slapping my shoulders with the heel of her hand.

"Will you just let me cum! Stop teasing!" With her head back yelling I took a moment to work my lips down her neck before plunging back into her, adding a second finger to the first while I rubbed her clit with the palm of my hand. She gasped sharply, her fingers digging into the flesh of arms. After a short few cries her body shivered. She soaked my fingers as the last of her shudders subsided, she leaned forward and collapsed on my chest. "Fish." She gasped.

I just chuckled softly. "One knee buckling orgasm deserves another." I replied before kissing her. We exited the shower and dried off. She disappeared down the hall to complete her morning routine and find something to wear.

We had decided to spend Sunday afternoon hiking along a shore trail I'd told her about a little north of here. I consider it pure ingenuity that an enterprising businessman had put up an ice cream stand next to the parking area. We got home late we took a few minutes to catch up with email, Tonte let out a yelp.

"Holy crap!" I heard her call from the bedroom.

"Everything all right? Did you see a spider or something?" I added with a laugh.

"No! Steve posted some of the pics to his school bulletin board with a link to my modeling profile. I must have twenty three emails about it." By now I was standing in the doorway to the guest bedroom. Tonte laid face down across the bed tapping away on her laptop.

"You can use my desk if it would be easier." I said with a smile.

"Listen to this." She said as she read me the posting Steve had made about working with her. "Prompt, professional, needs little or no direction yet takes it easily. Great ideas, energetic, this guy loved me!" She drummed her feet on the mattress. She turned the laptop so I could see the screen. He posted the picture of her smiling at me from the window sill, the little heart in the mist barely showed but it was there. I didn't realize he'd gotten behind me in the far left of the frame my back and arm were just visible.

"That sneaky devil." I said laughing.

"Well it looks better this way, it gives a point of reference for people to know who I'm smiling at. This makes you a model now too." She laughed. 

She turned it back and started tapping away. "Now to weed out the clowns and pretenders."

"I don't feel like cooking, I'll order us a pizza, what do you want on it?"

"Chicken Parmesan, if they have that here."

"Pollo di Parma, you got it, and I'm sure they'll figure it out." I ordered it and went to catch the news while Tonte worked on her email. She didn't poke her head out even when the doorbell rang.

"You coming out to eat, or am I bringing it to you in there?"

"Sorry I'll be right there!" She came into the kitchen and set her laptop to the side of her chair. "Have you ever heard of this place?" She mentioned the name of the art school website that Steven had posted the review on.

"Yes, they're small but pretty well respected. Did you get some offers from there?"

"Several. I got one that I really want to look into. It's to model for a fashion line at a boutique in the Old Port. A few photographers have contacted me asking me how long I'll be in the area. Almost half of these are solid leads." She said smiling, nearly bouncing in her seat as I handed her a plate.

"I've sent out my form letter to all the ones that seem legit. I wonder how many will respond." She polished off another piece of pizza. I was waiting for the question, curious how she'd ask. "I was wondering." She started. "If I can work out a few more shoots, would you mind if I stayed a little longer?" She got flustered. "I mean could I please stay a while longer? I'll gladly pay board, I mean I'm already putting you out now it's only right."

I just looked at her and sipped my wine. She looked nervous because I hadn't responded yet. "Well I don't know. You've been damn near impossible to put up with until now." Her expression twisted up and her mouth dropped open. I couldn't keep it in and busted out laughing. "You're welcome to stay as long as you like." I held up my finger. "My only requirements are that you are not to go on any shoots on your own. If I can't make it, we'll figure out what to do, but I'd feel better if I knew you were safe. The other is that you keep in touch with me when you're not here. Yea, yea I know I sound like a dad, but again, it makes me feel better knowing your safe. Oh, and about room and board. Go grab your wallet." She did as I asked and sat down. 

"Give me one dollar please."

She grinned. "Do I get to slip it into your boxers?"

I laughed and wiggled my fingers impatiently. She handed me a bill. I stood up and stuck it to the fridge with a magnet. "Consider your room and board paid until you leave." She walked up to me and kissed me, taking her time about it. "Also, I want to go on record that this is not required either. Just in case you think that this morning was a mistake, or anything." I said, feeling a bit queasy.

She leaned back and looked up at me for a moment. "Do you think it was a mistake? I don't think I made any mistakes today. Least of all that."

I let out the breath that I didn't realize I was holding. "Good. I didn't want you to think that I thought..." She put her lips to mine, successfully shutting me up.