Chapter 2: Modelling
Hannah closed the door behind her, leaning against it for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest. She could still feel the heat of Charlotte's gaze on her, the way her eyes had darkened with desire as she had taken photo after photo of Hannah's body. The feel of her soft lips, the taste of her tongue, it was all still fresh in her mind, making her ache with desire.
Hannah took a deep breath, trying to steady herself as she walked over to the mirror. She looked as flustered as she felt, her cheeks flushed, her lips swollen from Charlotte's kisses. She could see the desire in her own eyes, the hunger that was still burning inside her. She knew she had to get a grip, had to regain some semblance of control, it was a silly mistake , a moment of weakness, but it was done and she couldn't undo it. She had to focus on the task at hand, the photoshoot, and nothing else.
Hannah took a deep breath, trying to clear her mind as she slipped off her robe and started to change outfits, the tight sheer bodysuit clinging to her curves.
She slipped on her heels, adjusting the stockings, making sure everything was in place, before pulling up her black lace thong. She took a moment to admire herself in the mirror, her body looking even more voluptuous in the tight bodysuit, her curves accentuated by the sheer material.
She could hear Charlotte's footsteps in the bedroom, and took a deep breath, trying to steady herself and opened the door.
Charlotte was stood by the bed, her camera in her hand, fiddling with the settings, her eyes not meeting Hannah's. Hannah could sense the tension in the room, the unspoken words hanging in the air.
"Charlotte," Hannah started, her voice soft. "I'm sorry about earlier. I didn't mean to-"
Charlotte cut her off, her voice firm. "It's fine, Hannah. It was a moment of weakness, let's just forget about it and move on. You look incredible, by the way," she added, her eyes finally meeting Hannah's, a hint of admiration in them.
Hannah smiled, feeling a little more at ease. "Thank you," she said, turning around slowly, giving Charlotte a full view of her body in the tight bodysuit.
She could feel Charlotte's eyes on her, appreciative and hungry. Charlotte swallowed hard, her eyes never leaving Hannah's body. "You look... well it’s a perfect outfit choice,” Charlotte managed to say.
Looking back down at her camera awkwardly Charlotte motioned towards the bed. “I was thinking we could change things up a bit for this outfit. Maybe you could lie down, make yourself comfortable,” she suggested, her voice steady despite the turmoil of emotions inside her.
Hannah walked over to the bed, her nerves having returned at the awkwardness between them. She sat down on the edge of the bed, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel Charlotte's eyes on her, watching her every move.
"Lie back," Charlotte instructed, her voice soft but firm. "Make yourself comfortable."
Hannah hesitated for a moment, then shuffled up the bed awkwardly and lay back, her body sinking into the plush mattress. She could feel the cool sheets against her skin, the softness of the pillows beneath her head.
She took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves as she looked up at Charlotte, who was standing at the foot of the bed, her camera still in hand.
Charlotte's eyes were locked onto Hannah's body, her gaze roaming over her curves, lingering on her tits, her hips, her thighs in her tight, sheer outfit.
“Just pretend I’m not here and you’re alone. Let’s your hands wander over your body, Charlotte instructed, “and I’ll take some shots of you like that.”
Hannah took a deep breath, trying to relax, her eyes closing as she let her head fall to the side on the pillow.
She slowly stared to let her hands roam over her body. She started at her neck, her fingers tracing the curve of her jawline, her collarbone, her shoulders. She could feel the material of the bodysuit against her skin, the way it hugged her curves, accentuating every inch of her.
Her hands moved down to her tits, cupping them gently, her thumbs brushing against her nipples through the sheer material. She could feel them hardening, her body responding to her own touch. She squeezed them gently, her fingers digging into the soft flesh, her nipples becoming more erect.
There was something very erotic and intimate about touching herself like this, knowing that Charlotte was watching, capturing every moment with her camera. She could hear the click of the camera, the soft whirring as Charlotte zoomed in, capturing her fingers on her tits, her nipples hard and erect.
Hannah's breath hitched as she let her hands wander further down her body, her fingers tracing the curve of her waist, her hips. She could feel the heat building between her legs, her pussy throbbing with desire.
She let her fingers trail down her stomach, her hips, her thighs, her hands brushing against the sheer material of the bodysuit.
She hadn’t opened her eyes but could hear Charlottes heavy breathing above the soft whirring and clicking of the camera as she captured every moment.
Her hand drifted to her thong, her fingers tracing the lace edge, teasingly brushing against her pussy through the thin material.
She could feel the heat radiating from her, her clit throbbing with need. She let out a soft moan, her hips arching slightly, seeking more friction.
“Pretend to slip your fingers under the lace,” Charlotte instructed, her voice soft, almost a whisper, “like you’re about to touch yourself properly.”
Hannah did as she was told, her fingers slipping under the lace of her thong, brushing against her bare pussy lips. She could feel how wet she was, her juices coating her fingers.
“Fuck, that’s so hot,” Charlotte groaned softly, her camera clicking rapidly, capturing every moment.
Hannah could feel her cheeks flush with embarrassment, but also with excitement. She loved the way Charlotte was watching her, directing her.
“Spread your legs wider,” Charlotte murmured and Hannah immediately complied, fighting the urge to actually touch herself. She could feel her pussy throbbing, her clit aching with need.
“Now, pretend to rub yourself,” Charlotte instructed, her voice thick with desire.
Hannah bit her lip, her eyes still closed as she let her fingers hover over her clit, not quite touching it, but close enough to feel the heat radiating from it. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, her breath coming in short gasps.
“That’s it,” Charlotte encouraged, her voice barely above a whisper.
Hannah couldn’t fight the urge any longer, her mind racing with the image of them kissing earlier, her now on the bed, dressed so provocatively, hand buried in her thong.
Her fingers touched her clit, a jolt of pleasure coursing through her, she couldn’t help herself. She could hear Charlotte's breath hitch, the camera clicking rapidly, capturing the moment.
She kept her eyes shut as her fingers began to move in slow deliberate circles around her clit, her hips lifting slightly off the bed, seeking more pressure. She could feel her pussy throbbing, her juices coating her fingers as she continued to touch herself.
Her breath was coming in short gasps now, her body tensing as she felt the pleasure building. She could feel Charlotte's eyes on her, watching her every move, capturing every moment.
It was so fucking hot, intoxicating, masturbating in front of her like this. She could feel her body responding, her pussy throbbing, her nipples hard and aching.
Hannah let out soft moan, her fingers starting to move faster as she rubbed herself, her other hand gently cupping her boob, squeezing it, her thumb brushing against her nipple through the sheer material.
She opened her eyes, Charlotte was standing at the foot of the bed, her camera still in her hand, but her eyes were not on the camera, they were locked onto Hannah's pussy, watching her fingers as they moved in slow, deliberate circles around her clit.
Charlotte's tongue darted out, wetting her lips, her breath coming in short gasps. Hannah could see the desire in her eyes, the hunger, and it spurred her on.
“Is this okay?” Hannah said breathily, her fingers grinding against her clit.
“It’s so fucking hot” Charlotte groaned, lifting the camera and taking more photos, her eyes never leaving Hannah's pussy.
Hannah was lost in the moment, her body on fire with desire as she locked eyes with Charlotte.
Maintaining eye contact she pulled her hand out of her thong before pulling it aside completely, giving Charlotte an unobstructed view of her glistening pussy.
Charlotte's eyes widened, her tongue darting out to wet her lips again.
"Fuck," she groaned, her voice thick with desire. "So fucking wet,” she groaned as she hurriedly took more photos.
Hannah could feel the heat in her cheeks, but she didn't look away. Instead, letting her free hand trail down her stomach, her hips, her thighs, before finally, she slipped two fingers inside her pussy.
She let out a soft moan, her head tilting back, her eyes fluttering closed as she started to finger herself, slowly at first, then faster, her hips moving in time with her fingers.
She felt so slutty, panties pulled aside, fingers deep inside her , while Charlotte watched, her camera clicking away, capturing every moment.
Charlotte's breath was coming in short gasps, mesmerized by the sight of Hannah's fingers moving in and out of her, her hips bucking, her moans filling the room.
Hannah could feel the pleasure building, her body tensing as she fingered herself, her juices coating her fingers as her pussy clenched around them. She could feel her clit throbbing, aching for more.
She opened her eyes, locking onto Charlotte's, and with a wicked grin, she pulled her fingers out of her pussy, leaving her glistening and wet.
She brought them to her mouth, sucking them clean, her eyes never leaving Charlotte's. "Mmm, I taste so fucking good," she purred.
Hannah could see the hunger in Charlotte's eyes, the way she was looking at her, like she was a piece of meat.
Charlotte tried to maintain her professionalism, continuing to take photos, but Hannah could see the struggle in her eyes, the way her hands were shaking slightly as she held the camera.
She made her way around the bed, as Hannah buried her fingers back inside her self, her other hand now giving her clit the attention it so desperately needed.
Charlotte was feet away, her camera clicking away, capturing every moment, but Hannah couldn’t care less. She was lost in the moment, lost in the pleasure that was building inside her.
She could feel her body tensing, her pussy clenching around her fingers as she continued to finger fuck herself, her hips bucking, her moans filling the room.
“Kiss me,” Hannah pleaded, turning to look up at Charlotte, her voice desperate and needy, their eyes meeting.
Charlotte looked down at her, hesitating for a moment, but her resolve and professionalism crumbled under Hannah’s intense, desperate gaze and she leaned down, capturing Hannah’s lips in a fierce, passionate kiss.
Hannah moaned into the kiss, their tongues clashing, their teeth clicking as they devoured each other.
Hannah began fucking herself with increased fervor, rubbing her clit frantically, her body on fire with desire as their tongues danced, their lips locked in a hungry embrace.
The feeling of Charlottes lips on her, soft, warm and demanding, her tongue exploring her mouth, intoxicating.
Hannah felt her pussy flood with wetness in response, the squelching sound of her fingers sliding in and out of her pussy growing louder as she fucker herself harder, mingling with the wet sounds of their desperate kiss.
It was too much to bear, the pleasure building uncontrollably inside her, her body tensing as she felt her orgasm approaching.
Moaning into Charlotte's mouth as their tongues continued to clash, Hannah's hips bucked wildly, her fingers moving frantically inside her pussy, rubbing her clit furiously.
"Fuck, I'm gonna come," Hannah gasped, breaking away from the kiss, her eyes locked onto Charlotte's.
Charlotte's eyes were wild with desire, her breath coming in short gasps.
Hannah couldn't hold back any longer, her body convulsing as her orgasm hit her like a train. She let out a loud cry, her pussy clenching around her fingers as she continued to fuck herself, her hips bucking wildly.
Charlotte kissed her again as her orgasm torn through her, her tongue plunging into Hannah's mouth, swallowing her cries.
Hannah could feel her pussy gushing, her juices coating her fingers, the bed beneath her. She was lost in the moment, lost in the pleasure that was coursing through her body, their kiss prolonging and drawing out her orgasm, making it more intense.
Charlotte was devouring her, her tongue plundering her mouth, biting and sucking on her full lips in desperation as the pleasure washed over Hannah.
As Hannah’s orgasm began to subside, Charlotte broke away from their kiss, her breath ragged and her eyes wild with desire. “Fuck, I think that was the hottest thing I’ve ever done,” she groaned, her voice thick with lust as her eyes roamed over Hannah’s body.
Hannah could only whimper in response, her body still trembling from the intensity of her orgasm as she looked up at Charlotte longingly, trying to catch her breath.
Charlotte's eyes were dark with desire, her chest heaving as she stared back at Hannah, her camera forgotten on the bed beside her.
Hannah raised her hand, offering it to Charlotte in silent invitation. Charlotte took it, her fingers entwining with Hannah’s as she allowed herself to be pulled onto the bed, straddling Hannah, her dress riding up around her waist, her thick thighs pressing against Hannah’s hips as they stared into each other eyes, their breaths ragged and their hearts pounding.