#WankWednesday Photos

My entry for WankWednesday #Shine. I love doing these. Because I go back later and make them longer.

"You know what I want to do with you?" he asked as he finished his latte.

"What?" She bit into her scone.

"Photograph you nude."

Britney bit her tongue. "Ow, what?"

Chase chuckled, his brown eyes sparkled. "Are you shy?"

"No, I just never thought you would ask me. You are always asking those thin girls."

He sat back in the chair and tilted his head. "You think you're fat?"

"Fatter than they are." She put her scone down and reached for her mocha. "Besides, how long have we known each other. You never asked before."

"I was never inspired before." He pulled his sketch pad closer. "Right now you are in the perfect light."

Britney looked over her shoulder, then around the coffee shop. "Huh?"

"Trust me." Chase winked. "You are gonna love it. My place tonight?"

Britney curled her red hair around her finger. "Sure. I guess."

Chase sketched, his pencil flew over the paper. "Are you okay with nude?"

Britney gathered up her napkins and empty coffee cup. "I have known you for ten years. I should be able pose nude in front of you."

He chuckled. "You would think so. Seven?"

Britney agreed.

The work day came and went. Britney forgot about the coffee conversation as she scheduled doctor visits, collected patient information, and find one kid his shoe. She stopped for some groceries on the way home. As she went into her apartment building she remembered her appointment with Chase. She sighed. Right now all she wanted to do was eat dinner and put her feet up.

Britney made it inside her apartment as her cell phone rang. It was Chase.

"Chase-"

"You are still coming over, right?"

"I don't know, I had a rough day. I want to have supper and-"

"Eat here. I'll order out."

"I'm exhausted."

"Back rub included."

Britney smiled. "Chase, if I didn't know you better."

"Come on, Brit. I really feel like painting you now. Come over."

She put her bags down. "Okay. Give me a couple of minutes and I will be over."

"Great!"

Britney shook her head.

She made it to Chase's studio an hour later. He had Italian take out sitting on his table. Nothing fancy, he hadn't taken the penne out of the Styrofoam containers. Chase didn't sit down to eat. He sat the food on a tall stool next to his tripod.

"You're gonna like it," he said, after shoveling more food into his mouth.

"What are you planning?" Britney asked.

Chase grinned, tomato sauce dripped to his chin. "I'm doing angels and elements. I think you will be perfect for the dawn angel."

Britney giggled. She pushed her empty container away from her. "I brought a robe."

"Change in the bathroom."

"Thanks."

She went down the hallway to his bathroom. The walls were lined with recent photos he had taken. Different women, in suggestive poses, all with angels wings. Nothing pornographic, she noted. She went into the bathroom and undressed. After throwing the robe on, she went back to his studio.

He had turned on the studio lights before she came out. In the small studio space, the room heated up. Chase had pulled his easy chair into the studio, covering it with a dark cloth. He adjusted his camera, ignoring her for a few moments.

"Hang the robe up there, and sit down." He pointed to the coat rack.

Britney took off the robe and sat down. She crossed her legs. He looked up.

"Lay back, get comfortable."

He took pictures. He came over to her, adjusted her pose, took pictures, the time passed quickly. She started out holding her legs together. But as the night wore on, she didn't mind opening her legs for him. Chase put his camera down.

"Want a break?"

"Yeah, you promised me a foot rub."

He chuckled. "I did, didn't I."

Chase sat cross legged on the floor in front of her. He cupped her right foot in his hands. He pressed his thumb into her arch.

"I like how the photos are coming along, but we are missing something," he said. He worked his hands up her ankle.

"What?"

"Nothing, I can photoshop it in."

"I thought you didn't do that?"

He looked away, but kept rubbing her foot. "Well, you need to be a bit sweaty."

Britney laughed. "Why?"

"I want you to look like dawn, you should be shining." He worked his hands up to her calf.

She laid back on the chair enjoying the massage. "Why didn't you ask me before?"

He shrugged. "I thought you would say no." His hands worked up to her thigh.

"That feels good." Britney smiled.

Chase slid his hand up her inner thigh. "What about that?" he asked.

"Real good."

He kissed her knee. Britney lifted her head up. Before she could say anything, his kissed her upper thigh.

"And that?" he asked.

"Good."

He continue kissing her thigh and moving his hands closer to her groin. He kissed her lower abdomen. His finger traced her pubic hair. He slid a tip of one of his fingers between her legs as he kissed her stomach. He looked up at her. Britney gasped. She opened her legs wider.

He smiled. "An invitation?"

"Yes."

He spread her legs wider. He kissed her inner thigh, then used his tongue on her lips. Britney arched her back. Chase worked his tongue and lips around her, until she moaned. He used the tip of his tongue to make her squirm on the chair. She looked down at his head, moving back and forth between her legs. He hadn't been teasing her long, but she her whole body want to react.

He sucked on her. She bit her lip from making too much noise. As she shuddered, he pulled away, kissing her thigh. Britney breathed heavily.

"Now you look perfect," he said, his chin glistened.

She looked down at her body. Between her skin flushed with excitement, and the heat from the lamps, she had a thin layer of sweat covering her. The lights reflected off her.

Chase stood up. "A few pictures of you like this. Then I will do the other foot."

She sat up. "I can't wait."