“Thank you for coming, Emily,” John extended a hand. “I’ve looked forward to doing this.”
The young woman smiled, looking straight at John as she brushed stray brown hairs behind her ear. Brown eyes matching her hair studied the amateur photographer. John responded to her smile, and stepped back to take a good look at Emily. As he stared for a moment she took in his casual slacks and shirt, short dark hair, blue eyes, and tanned skin. Emily smiled, watching his eyes travel from her wavy brown hair hanging halfway down her back, past her long pale neck, across her firm breasts, her thin waist, shapely hips, and down her long legs. To start the meeting she’d worn tight jeans and a fitted button up shirt. She had brought other clothing to wear, to pose in, to remove.
“So, where will we be shooting?” Emily asked. John heard both confidence in her voice and a hint of nerves. From their earlier conversations they both knew that neither of them had done anything like this before. He’d dabbled in photography before. But what he’d seen of nude photography and erotic art left him unsatisfied and he wanted to create his own work. It had only been thoughts and mental images till he’d gotten into a long conversation with Emily several weeks before at the coffee shop she worked at.