I was up by 1 p.m., showered, changed into some fresh panties and donned some hated boy clothes to hit the streets. I stopped by a local coffee shop (not the national chain-brand type) and over a mocha latte the barrista was kind enough to give me a few pointers about where she thought the best holiday lights in the city could be found.
I tipped her handily for the information and then went to my fave camera shop, where I chatted with the proprietor a bit and bought a couple of new high speed, high definition sim cards. He also gave me some tips abut possible locations so I spent the balance of the afternoon scouting the sites before deciding how and where to do the shoots.
I found a good Chinese restaurant and while I was eating, I received a call from my editor telling me that I had better plan to stay another day and night, that yet another client wanted some shots. I called the hotel and made arrangements and then called home to leave a message for my spouse.
By that time it was growing dusk, and I hurried to catch the lights and the glorious sunset in the background for the first shoot. I shoot extremely fast, going by instinct as opposed to setting shots up and by 11 p.m., I had three if my four sim cards filled and enough good pics to cover all three clients.
I stopped by the coffee shop for another mocha latte and shot the cute barrista as she was finishing her shift. I tipped her well again.
I was a bit tired, but the strong coffee and the thought of Sandy and Dean waiting for me picked me up as I strode through the hotel lobby. I entered my room and put my equipment to bed and as I finished, I heard a soft knock on the adjoining room’s door.
I flew to open it up and Sandy stood framed in the doorway, wearing a sheer pink robe. Beneath that was a black lace body dress that was mini-dress short, barely reaching below her pink lacy g-string and about three inches above her thigh high stockings.
Her short-bobbed red hair matched the color of her nipples, those wonderful nipples that jutted through the lace fabric and tipped her small, firm mounds. I could the patch of her landing strip that traced down her pelvic mound and almost pointed to her smooth shaven pussy. I was hard immediately.
