The Photographer

Based on the ideas of K. E.

Note: The original title is "Fotózás". Thanks to Maria for the edition!

The photographer sat in front of his computer staring at the screen. He clicked the mouse, slowly leafing through his photos. The thumb and index of his left hand stroked a thick circle of beard around his chin. The man sighed… he was worried. It had been years since he'd worked so hard.

      With every click a new photo of a pretty girl appeared on the screen. All of them were young, fresh and cheerful…yet somehow there was a problem with them; he just couldn’t determine what it was. He grimaced after each photo, crossing out a name from the list lying on the table in front of his monitor before moving on to the next girl’s photo.

      It was a long time since he'd dome this kind of work. He enjoyed it back then, but now he regretted taking it on again. In the years he'd spent behind his camera, he worked on countless weddings, anniversaries, conferences and so on, but his favorite was being with glamour models.  He loved beautiful young girls to relax and pose for his camera, showing as much of their bodies as possible. Inevitably, his passion became nude photography. So, because years had past since he saw naked girls in his small studio, he decided to post an ad in one of the popular magazines.

      He resigned himself to believe it was a waste of time - no-one would reply - but the candidates poured in like a tidal wave and his workload was relentless. The photographer was pleased because despite of his attachment to the tried and tested methods, he started to use a digital camera rather than his old analog. If he hadn't, his small studio would be filled with reels of films over a meter high, or he'd just have to throw them in the waste bin.

      Every one of his photographs was capable of winning any competition as far as technique and quality was concerned. The girls’ posed and smiled seductively at him… yet there would be no intimate contact behind the scenes. In fact, he was always shocked by how today’s girls loved showing off their naked bodies. Most of them would take their panties off without any hesitation or protest.

      Sadly, it's just effortless exhibitionism, the photographer thought, as he stared at a lovely red haired girl now on the screen. Redheads were always known for their hot blood, lots of energy and fiery temperament. In the old days he could take a series of photos with a cute redhead and within minutes she'd become very hot... but the girl on his monitor seemed as lifeless as a doll. There was nothing natural in her smile. Her eyes were empty and her whole posture was so artificial he wanted to cry with frustration.

      He sighed, scanning through the next series of photos. This girl had long blonde hair and he recalled how enthusiastic she'd been. He had high hopes that people would be seeing her on the cover of Playboy magazine. He smiled at the thought of her wanting to give him a blow-job even if he was twice her age.

      At the time he had visions that this girl could well hit the jackpot, but now he shook his head in disappointment. She was so beautiful he'd tried every trick of the trade with her, but each pose looked unnatural…. tantalizing, yet so artificial. He remembered writing the girl’s telephone number on his list and saying some encouraging words as he led her to the door; but in reality she became just another name with a red line through it.

      He continued to work like this for hours…. the list of rejections getting longer. From time to time he went back to two girls’ photos; they deserved closer inspection. At least they appeared more relaxed and professional. He could hardly believe this was their first photo session. If everybody else’s photos go to the virtual bin and these two girls make it big, he mused… then this whole torturous process will be worthwhile.

      He pondered for a moment. His original plan was to select four or five models: a blonde, brunette, redhead and a girl with auburn hair… pale-skinned beauties, together with a black girl - all with contrasting features and characteristics. His idea was to do a really hot and sexy shoot with them, yet here he was now concentrating on two first-time hotties!

      The only problem was, their hair colour was almost the same. Apart from this they were as different as tea and coffee… but twice as hot! While one looked fresh and innocent, the other radiated was an untouchable wildness… like some intemperate ancient power. He wondered what amazing chemistry these girls would create if he brought them together for a photo session. They would sizzle like fire and water together.

      The photographer then reached a decision. He closed everything on the screen except for the images of these two girls, moving them alongside each other before searching for their details in his list. When he found them, he grabbed his phone and dialed.

      A soft feminine voice answered. “Yes?”

      “Hello sweetheart! It's Emil here.” The photographer’s mouth turned to a wide smile as he spoke. He hadn't felt so excited in years. Deep inside he knew this would be the perfect shoot.

                                * * *

The next day Emil stood next to the window waiting for his models to arrive. He was up early that morning to prepare everything. He'd carefully set up the scenery, screens and lamps; even the smallest piece of equipment was laid on the tables in a perfect line and within easy reach. He didn’t for one moment want to interrupt such pleasant and promising work. So with time to spare, Emil just stood at the window staring down at an empty street… waiting.

      He felt excited; it was hard for him to stay calm and not run to the door like a love-sick teenager when he heard the doorbell ring. The beauty of a woman's body always impressed him and he couldn’t wait for this session to start, yet he didn't want to ruin it by being over enthusiastic. When Emil finally heard the doorbell he took a deep breath, closed his eyes and counted to three. Then he simply strolled over to the door.

      His guest greeted him with a cheerful “Good morning.” She was a baby-faced, lively and happy girl named Larissa.

      “And a very good morning to you," Emil smiled; his eyes unable to resist caressing such a gorgeous body.

      She was around 22 years old, but to see her beautiful smooth face and sparkling eyes, she looked five years younger. Her mouth formed a perfectly natural smile which he'd noticed on her audition. This sweet girl smiled even when everybody else grimaced at their rivals' poses. Some models thought she was just gloating, but Emil knew people well enough to see Larissa was not being selfish.

      “I was very happy, when you called me back, sir” she said in a tinkling voice as Emil let her in. He could hardly tear his eyes from her. She was around 5'-7" tall. She had a slim figure with the beautiful shape of her breasts visible under a banded T-shirt. The tiny red mini-skirt she wore also left nothing to his imagination…her long slender thighs glided past him, her high-heeled sandals clicking loudly across the wooden floor.

      Emil recalled what he'd read somewhere years before about the reason women wear high heels is to make their legs look longer and slimmer… to awaken the hunting instincts in the male species. The photographer didn’t know if this was true or not, but Larissa’s whole being radiated a feeling of sensual innocence. This was more apparent as she looked back at him over her shoulder, making her long brown hair sway in the air. With her hazel eyes giving him a 'come and get me' look, Emil was sure that every man on earth would be happy to sleep with her.

      “The pleasure is all mine,” said Emil, finally regaining his concentration. He was trying hard not to stare. "Oh, and please call me Emil. 'Sir' sounds a bit old for me."

Age was a sore point and there was a sense of bitterness in his voice as he realized he could be this girl’s father… even her grandfather

      Larissa just giggled, and without a trace of malice said: “Okay! Then thank you, Emil, for calling me back. I'm so happy to be with you again.”

      “You're welcome. I'm pleased you came back.”

      “I enjoyed you photographing me before, so there's no reason for me to run away now, is there?" she chuckled.

      Emil was flattered. "If you don’t mind ne saying so, you don’t seem the kind of girl who would take her clothes off in front of the camera of an old man like me.”

      Larissa giggled. "Well, I'm more of a mommy's girl I suppose, but I don't mind you seeing me naked at all."

      Both of them knew why they are here, so Emil needed to create the right atmosphere without being too courteous. “Well… that's nice, but not something new to me," he smiled.

      “You’d be surprised,” the girl answered sexily. The devilish glint in her eyes made Emil's mouth run dry. He would be happy to know a lot more about Larissa but didn’t want to be intrusive. Anyway, he never had the chance, as his thoughts quickly evaporated with a noise coming from the street.

      The photographer was confused as he went across to the window and looked outside. He'd chosen this flat for his studio because in this part of town with its labyrinth of narrow streets it was nice and quiet. Residents came and went with occasional visitors, but mostly on foot. Cars were rarely seen and the roar of motorcycles unheard of… until now.

      Emil recognized the sound at once, and he was even more surprised when the metal horse stopped in front of his studio. The rider stopped the engine and climbed off the machine. Nothing unusual there… but he was amazed when his mysterious guest took off the black helmet and he saw the smile of a familiar young woman. It was Olga, the second model.

      Emil smiled… she had never been your normal everyday girl. He could imagine almost anything else about her, but even he never imagined Olga would arrive for work on a sleek and powerful Harley Davidson. But sure enough, the 25 year-old girl came hurrying towards him, adjusting her hair as he now waited in the open doorway.

      She looked disheveled, and the wide smile on her face was not the innocent beauty of Larissa…but more like the grin of a predator. It was only the second time Emil had met her but he knew she was about as dangerous as a kitten. She purred when she spoke… hardly a member of the Mafia, he thought

      Olga wore a black leather jacket and torn jeans with robust boots, and her eyes glittered as she brushed up against Emil. “Mmm… and how are you this morning, kind sir? I'm so thrilled, but also surprised that you wanted to see me again."

      There was something mysterious yet reassuring about her which impressed Emil.

“You're welcome,” he said, being warm and friendly. “As I told the young lady over there, please call me Emil."

      Olga glanced at Larissa, and Emil couldn’t tell whether she gave that predatory look or if she was merely searching for a weakness in the other girl. Was it a look of mistrust… or maybe a sexual interest? Olga never gave him the chance to decide.

      "Okay… we'll call you Emil," she smiled, before quickly greeting the other girl. “Hello! I’m Olga,” she said, offering her hand.

      “Larissa… I'm pleased to meet you.”

Her smile seemed to melt Olga, and their hands touched and lingered together longer than usual.

      “So, ladies,” Emil said, finally closing the door, “may I offer you something to drink? I have juice, water, or some cold beer?”

      “A cold beer would be nice, but it wouldn't be worth losing my driving license for,” replied Olga, flashing him a smile.  “A mineral water would be perfect.”

      “Yes… I would like one too,” Larissa said, giving Olga a cute smile.

      Emil noticed how different they were together now, much more than in their photos. They could certainly be likened to fire and water… and he would leave no stone unturned to bring out the best in them.

      He gave a bottle of water to each girl and opened one for himself as they continued talking. The two girls got along with each other surprisingly well considering they were complete opposites, and new to modeling. Emil hoped that through his camera lens, opposites' really would attract each other.

      As the atmosphere became more relaxed, he decided to show the girls where they could change.

      “How beautiful this is,” cried Larissa, holding up a sexy laced top from the range of lingerie. The dark silky material had matching panties too.

      Emil smiled to himself as Olga said: “I think those would be perfect on you.”

      “Do you really think so?” Larissa’s eyes sparkled as she looked at her, but Olga just smiled at her in a mystical way.

      “Should I?” Larissa turned to Emil, clasping the lingerie to her bosom with a childlike innocence.

      “Of course!” he laughed. “I’m sure you'll look wonderful in it on the photos.”

      Larissa was so happy she gave him a kiss on the cheek, and then ran behind the folding screen to change.

      As Emil stood there with Olga, he noticed the girl’s meaningful look. He didn't know if it was jealousy or not, but realized he had to hide the fact that the touch of Larissa's warm lips had stirred something big in his underpants!

      “There will be something special for you too in here,” he said, trying to divert the girl’s attention by aimlessly rummaging through the clothes.

      “I don’t think so,” Olga lifted a pink lacy bra disgustedly with her thumb and forefinger.

      “Well you don’t have to wear anything that you don’t want to,” Emil grinned… while his mind was really saying: With a body like yours, you don’t need to wear anything at all!

      “I think the clothes you are wearing now are perfect on you too," Larissa said, suddenly peering around the screen. The creamy skin of her shoulder was visible, and just the thought of her being naked made Emil's heart beat faster… her voice was a distant echo.

      “You look especially hot in that leather jacket, Olga.” she added with a giggle, before vanishing again behind the screen.

      At first Emil thought Olga looked annoyed, but then noticed a cheeky smile at the corners of her mouth. "Do you know," he said, as he began to search, "I have the very outfit… Here we go!  What about this?" Emil held out a pair of tiny black panties and a leather cloth which was mid-way between a sort of transparent jacket and a French basque…. the kind of lingerie bordering on the perverse.

      Olga tried to look nonchalant but the gleam in her eyes betrayed her. She was extremely impressed…. and so was Larissa.

      “I'm sure you'll look fantastic in that outfit too," she announced, stepping out.

      They both turned in her direction, and Emil’s chin dropped for a moment. The dark top with the black panties could be more in keeping with a dominant woman's wardrobe rather than a sweet girl like Larissa. But she looked extremely sexy, and Emil could hardly tear his eyes away to look at Olga who was biting her lower lip, undecided about the clothes in his hands.

      “Just try them on,” he offered, "then you can relax while I take some photos with Larissa."

      Without any protest now, Olga took the outfit and walked behind the screen while Larissa ran over to the scenery and began posing for Emil.

      There was no need for words; she was a natural in front of his camera, just as she'd been at the audition. Larissa was full of energy that radiated through to the pictures. The girl walked so erotically between the lamps, gently caressing her body.

      Emil watched her with an ever-increasing tightness in his underpants… such an erection he hadn't experienced in a long time. Well, he was old but also a man with needs… yet somehow he managed to focus his energy on moving around taking dozens of photos.

      After a while he noticed Larissa wasn't looking his way but staring behind him. Emil turned, and his heart stopped for a moment because of the view.

      “Don’t stop for me,” Olga smiled, her arm draped along the folding screen. The décolletage of her top went down to her navel, exposing the naked valley between her breasts. There was no bra… that was obvious, and Emil's cock quickly rose to the occasion once more. The sight of the girl’s beautiful long legs made it even worse. “We… we just finished here,” he stammered, changing the memory card in his camera with trembling hands.

      While Larissa moved quickly towards Olga, the photographer glanced up from his camera to see her admiring Olga’s outfit. It was hard to concentrate on what he was doing now because he thought the girls were being intimate, but when he turned to face them Larissa had already grabbed a teeny bikini and vanished behind the screen.

      He smiled at Olga politely, and she returned the compliment as she walked over to the scenery. If Larissa's poses made him hot and bothered, Olga’s graceful and seductive movements certainly made his blood boil… the heat in his underpants felt like he was standing fully clothed in a sauna!

      Then Larissa returned in her extremely small bikini, and as the time passed by Olga moved closer to her… and the changing of clothes became an insignificant part of their needs. The mood reached its highest point, and Emil lost track of his intended sequence of pictures… they were so hot he didn't care. All he could see was Olga sitting on a couch in front of the scenery slowly removing her flimsy lingerie.

      Emil didn’t know if he was daydreaming or that Olga really did give the other girl a flirty look, but Larissa - almost naked herself now - understood perfectly and rushed to Olga's side.

      “That’s great!” cried Emil. He smiled triumphantly…. it was though they knew he'd originally planned a series of erotic pictures of them together.

      Olga literally tore off Larissa’s bra, and as if only just realizing Emil’s presence they both turned to him with a quizzical expression. With Olga still sitting on the couch she opened her legs, and as Larissa knelt between them facing her she wrapped her arms around Larissa’s half-naked body. Then, with Olga's chin resting on her left shoulder, Larissa turned her head so that both girls were looking into the camera.

      It was a natural reaction… and one which made Emil feel like his cock was about to explode in his pants. He was numb… moving like a robot, programmed to use his camera. Each pose in every picture was perfect, and within a few minutes he even recovered his voice, giving encouragement and direction. Both girls happily accepted it when he placed Larissa's hand on the perfect spot he needed on Olga's body, moving the girls around or set Larissa’s shiny hair aesthetically to Olga’s breasts.

      The touch of warm female skin felt like electric shocks to him. He couldn’t help but linger just a bit longer than necessary to feel their smooth bodies, as both girls were incredibly desirable. They were slim and feminine, but Olga somehow radiated a sexual power Emil couldn’t describe as her body was as light and delicate as Larissa’s. Even her breasts were smaller… but very shapely.

      Larissa’s boobs were real beauties… large and firm… and crested with hard irresistible nipples which made Emil inwardly moan with pleasure seeing them thrusting out through the long tresses of hair covering them.

      “That’s fantastic girls!” he called out as he took more and more pictures. “Oh yeah. I love it!”

      Emil couldn’t remember how, but right in front of his eyes all hell suddenly broke loose as the two girls began to kiss each other.

The picture is just illustration.

      “Oh girls… I,” Emil whispered in a half-hearted protest, but he couldn’t stop taking photos.

      He circled around the girls as a lion stalks its prey, offering instructions as he moved in taking close-up shots. But he hadn't counted on what happened next… for in a sudden and surprising movement, Larissa pulled her mouth away from Olga’s and leaned forward snatching the camera from his grasp.

      “Don’t play around, Daddy!” she cried. “We can see how horny you are.”

      “Yep,” Olga chuckled. “Your pants are sticking out like a tent!"

      Emil was speechless, but never even had chance to respond because Larissa jumped at him and he lost his balance, falling on to the couch. As he did so, the long-haired hottie ate his lips passionately. Before he knew it, Olga knelt in front of him pulling his jeans and underpants off to grab his steaming cock.

      Emil moaned loudly. It was a long time ago since his body was young enough to endure this, but his penis seemed up for it! His heart was pounding as the 'forgotten one' between his legs stood extremely rigid in Olga's expert hands.

      He gasped when she took it in her mouth, and with her head nodding on his cock Larissa lay him back on the couch. Then she pulled her panties off and as she crouched over his head, Emil didn’t need any encouragement. As the girl’s wet groin touched his face, he started to lick her pulsating pussy.

      Larissa moaned. Her stretching body enjoying his indulgence as she ran her delicate hands through Olga’s hair, driving the other girl’s head faster on Emil's cock.

      Olga sometimes paused from her hard sucking to rub Emil's cock with her hand while she kissed Larissa, who loved the taste of a cock on her lips. She wanted more of Emil's erection but his tongue felt amazing too, and seconds later her body arched and she screamed as her juices came all over his face.

      With her energy soon restored, Larissa climbed off Emil, whose tongue had no respite because Olga tore off her wet panties and quickly crouched over his face. Larissa seized her chance, caressing Emil's cock with her open mouth while he happily licked away at Olga's hot pussy.

      Unfortunately, age has some disadvantages too. Emil's cock was hard as steel but he couldn’t reach an orgasm despite two gorgeous women alternatively sucking him as he devoured their pussies. Even though both girls climaxed several times and Larissa mounted him, thrusting his cock inside her… nothing happened. He groaned in frustration, his heart racing so fast he thought it would burst as Olga come again in his mouth.

      “Wow!" panted Larissa. "How do you keep it hard for so long without coming?”

      “What can I say?” Emil responded. “I’m a persistent man.”

      This was true working his tongue, but Larissa wanted more. “I can’t stand it… I want you to come up me,” she cried, her pussy squirming on his cock.

      “It doesn’t work when you stay dry,” Olga added, indignantly.

      Larissa nodded, smiling wickedly at her… and without giving Emil a chance to react they both grabbed his cock. They rubbed it so hard and fast he trembled with pleasure. He felt only two things… his cock getting bigger and his heartbeat pounding the blood through his veins. His body arched, and when Larissa took his cock in her mouth again, it was too much. The world exploded and his sperm shot out like a fountain.

      After all their hard work the girls were exhausted, so they just lay either side of Emil and licked their juices off his body before kissing each other to sleep. As they lay naked in each others arms, Emil managed to raise his weary body, retrieve his camera and take some more photos of his sleeping beauties.

      It was early evening when the girls awoke and went to the bathroom together. Despite the noise of cascading water, Emil could hear their cries and moans of pleasure in the shower. When they appeared again naked he stood there mesmerized watching them dress. They smiled… each giving him a long French kiss before leaving.

      “We will be back for our wages,” said Olga as she picked up her jacket. Her eyes sparkled with mischief… sending a clear message to Emil that money was the last thing on her mind.

      “Yep, we sure look forward to it," Larissa purred softly as she kissed Emil again with passion. Then she turned to kiss Olga's waiting lips before they walked to the door holding hands.

      Emil waved to them as Olga sat astride her motorcycle and took an extra helmet out of the trunk for Larissa. They both flashed him a smile before the Harley Davidson roared away.

      Emil closed the door and walked over to his computer. A sudden tiredness swept over him as he sat down… a loneliness he just couldn't explain. Doubts began to cloud his mind… Get real, he told himself…. How can a man of your age have fucked two beautiful young girls? You haven't had an erection for years. You must be dreaming!

      Emil smiled wearily. "Of course," he said aloud, "this is all I ever do… look at pictures and fucking dream!”

      As he turned in his chair to look at the monitor something fell out of his pocket. Emil picked it up… a memory card from his camera. He slotted it in the computer and opened the files. Emil rubbed his eyes trying to focus because there in front of him were for sure the finest pictures he'd ever seen!

      Emil stopped to stare at one of the photos, reaching out to touch the screen… it was Olga and Larissa lying naked in each others arms. Olga's hand was caressing Larissa’s pussy, while the long-haired girl licked her girlfriend’s moist lips.

      Emil smiled, looking down at the huge erection in his pants, and he knew that even for old men… dreams can come true.