A Snowy Night (3 page)

“
Which is?
”

“
There is one chocolate bar in the house. It
’
s in my backpack.
”

“
Hoarder!
”

“
That
’
s not a nice thing to say to a woman you just met about her candy stash. It
’
s one bar for god sake.
”

“
You don
’
t have issues, obviously.
”
He waved toward her body in a general manner.

So he thought she was hot. Awesome.

“
I hike a lot.
”

“
Looks like a family tradition.
”
This time he pointed at the photos on the walls, of different members of the family on various peaks, at national parks and monuments.

“
Yeah, my folks are big on the outdoors.
”

“
So, what are the rules of this little game? Do I get to tell you how to pose?
”

“
Yes, but I get to do the same, so don
’
t take advantage.
”
She didn
’
t like the wicked gleam in his eye. Though she suspected his intentions were not one hundred percent innocent, she looked forward to the game.
“
So you go first, since I don
’
t think I can trust you to go after me.
”

Joshua bit his lower lip, obviously deep in thought. The move reminded Anna of Brad Pitt in Thelma and Louise.
She crossed her legs. She’d just had the dirtiest desire to touch herself right here and now.

A
light bulb
seemed to go on.
“
Well,
”
he said,
“
we are in the kitchen.
”

“
What does that mean?
”

“
Panties and an apron. You have five minutes to prepare for your shot.
”

“
Do you have a modeling history? You
’
re kinda mean when you get into this.
”

“
I
’
d quit talking. You now have four and a half minutes.
”

“
Cheater! That was not thirty seconds!
”

“
Now it
’
s easily been thirty seconds.
”

Anna rummaged in the kitchen drawers. She
’
d never worn an apron here, but for some reason now she hoped she
’
d find one. She did. It was candy striped, red and white. She thought of the red lace panties she had in her bag.
Why she
’
d brought those panties was beyond her at the time. She
’
d just grabbed and thrown, and then shrugged when she saw what she got and thrown in another cotton pair. She almost whistled in relief, and giggled as she headed for her room.

“
Four minutes,
”
he told her.

“
I won
’
t need four minutes,
”
Anna laughed as she headed into her room. She took the ponytail out of her hair, tossing it and running her fingers through it to fluff the silky
blonde
strands against each other. She found the red lace panties in her bag. 

She was back before two minutes had ticked by. She sauntered toward him, but broke with a giggle before she could get to him.

“
No, don
’
t laugh. You
’
re seriously hot.
”
Joshua
’
s eyes were riveted on her approach.

“
Thanks. Where do you want me?
”
she managed to say with a straight face.

He swallowed visibly.
“
Uh. Yeah, the shot.
”
He got a wicked grin.
“
Sit on the counter.
”

“
What?
”
Anna asked. She went to the island where he
’
d pointed, right in front of the bar stools, and climbed up to perch on the counter.
“
Like this?
”

“
Exactly like that.
”
He lifted his camera and took a couple of shots, walking to the side a few steps.
“
Cross your legs.
”

Something about being ordered around by a photographer, when she was usually the one behind the camera barking orders, gave her a thrill. She did as he asked, giving him a saucy look over her shoulder. He snapped away, and she laughed.

“
Now uncross your legs.
”
His eyes snapped into focus
—
a look Anna knew for an artist with sudden inspiration.

“
I don
’
t suppose you have any red strappy heels with you?
”

“
On my trip into the woods for the weekend? Because that would make sense.
”

“
What were the red lace panties for?
”
His eyebrows bobbed up and down as he laughed at her. Adorable.

“
A happy accident, as it turns out.
”

“
Back to my shot. Scoot back on the counter a little and lean forward, with your elbows between your knees.
”
He ran one finger up her naked spine, and it was all she could do not to lean into his hand like a cat about to purr.
“
As I suspected. A delicious hint of cleavage, and your long legs look amazing under the candy stripes. Red heels would be the perfect touch. Too bad.
”
He shook his head sadly between shots.

Anna giggled again. She wondered what the shots looked like so far. He seemed pretty happy with them. He whistled a tune as he took a final few.

“
My turn,
”
Anna told him. She held out a hand.
“
Camera?
”

“
Are you kidding?
”
h
e asked after she
’
d poured them each a rum and coke and laid out her plan.

“
You had your turn.
”
Anna said, her evil streak showing.
“
Now strip and get out there.
”

“
There
’
s almost a foot of snow out there, Anna. I
’
m not going outside naked.
”

She pouted, making a big show of her plump bottom lip. His tongue snaked out to lick his own lower lip.

“
Don
’
t worry. I
’
ll help you warm up after.
”

His eyes narrowed sullenly.
“
I assume that
’
s a promise.
”

“
It won
’
t be a problem. There
’
s a hot tub.
”

“
Oh. That
’
s perfect. Let
’
s do hot tub photos.
”

“
You
’
re not getting off that easy. The hot tub is for after.
”

“After what?” he asked with a
mischievous
grin.

“Come on! You’re getting
out there in the b
uff.
”

Joshua groaned.
“
I gotta have another drink before this.
”

Anna nodded in agreement. That fire in her belly sounded nice before she went outside to ta
ke photos of her sexy surprise
.

A few minutes later s
he followed him out
side, after throwing her pants
and tennies back on. When the
y
reached the porch she told him.
“
Okay, time to strip, babe.
”

“
And you said I was mean.
”
He lost the shirt, showing off a well-defined six-pack, and great arms.

“
You look skinny dressed. It
’
s an optical illusion.
”
Anna could have kicked herself. What did she say that for?

Joshua grinned.
“
It
’
s my height. And then, I
’
m also pretty skinny.
”

“
No, you look good,
”
Anna told him, her voice hu
sky. She was glad it was dark, because she was blushing.

He smiled, a bit smugly, and unzipped his jeans.

Anna
’
s eyes dropped, despite her repeated self-admonitions, to catch his cock springing free.

“
You liked the lacy panties?
”
Anna teased, trying to ignore her physical response to his erect cock. He
was truly gorgeous. His cock
was thick and almost purple he was so hard.

“
Oh, yeah. Very nice choice. Now are you going to quit staring like I
’
m a piece of meat and tell me where you want me?
”

Pleasure darted through her at his words. She could tell him where she wanted him, all right. Her pussy throbbed, and she ached to touch herself to relieve the building pressure. Instead, she reached for him.

“
Not fair.
”
His breath whistled through his teeth.
“
Anna, your hands are cold. Are you going to make me stand out here naked all night?
”

“
Isn
’
t it fitting? You were stuck in the snow. At least you had the clothes on your back.
”

If possible, he
’
d grown harder in her hand, and she stroked her fingers along his length.
“
You don
’
t seem to mind the cold.
”

“
I
’
m male. I
’
d probably fuck you out here if it
were
twenty below. But let
’
s go back inside for that, because there
’
s a nice big house here just for the two of us.
”
He clapped his hands, breaking the spell he had over her.
“
Now what
’
s your shot?
”

“
You
’
re perfect for my shot. Perfect.
”
She darted off the porch, stopping about ten feet away.
“
Here. On your side, with your head propped on your hand, and...
”
Anna licked her lips, taking in his cock. This was going to be one
illicit
picture.
“
Are you sure you
’
re okay with this?
”

“
What, are you going to blackmail me?
”

“
I want to keep a copy.
”

“
Consider it a memento. Just thinking about you checking out a picture of me...it
’
s going to be hard to forget.
”

He stretched out on the snow, grimacing.
“
You better be fast, babe.
”
Then he went into model mode
—
seriously, Anna thought he must have been a model at some point in the past. The look he gave the camera was smoking hot. He knew just how to hold his head for the best angle, the angle that made him look like a
Greek
god. The shot framed Joshua, cock bouncing against his belly, with the snowy woods behind him. Gorgeous. She
’
d never sell this for a calendar, but it was the type of picture that she could make a bundle on, if she were so inclined.