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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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THE PHOTO SHOOT - PART ONE - The Journey
It wasn’t until she was actually in the taxi that she knew this was real, until now it had been a joke, hadn’t it? Something they both dreamed up as they lay in bed, licking, sucking and then talking as they fucked slowly. Then the fantasy of looking through the Fab Swingers website and chatting to three or four guys. Some were pushy, some too romantic and then there was Rob. A photographer, too good to be true she thought at first, a flat in West London and Irish as well. She had always had a thing for that lilting Irish accent and hearing him talk to her on the phone, talk about respecting limits and posing for the camera. All seemed good but a little bit surreal.
Now she was here, taking the turning into Wimpole Street. She reached down for her bag, and felt the butterflies of excitement when she felt how light it was. Two outfits for the ‘photoshoot’ her make up glamorous and her hair straightened within an inch of its life. She picked up the phone to text James. She noticed her hand shaking. “Almost here, you still okay with everything?’. She waited as the taxi took a turn into the street. She said to the driver “Here will do” and the taxi slowed to a stop. As she got out and paid, and excessive tip for such a short journey, but she didn’t want to hang about, she could feel the tell tale nerves building, her phone buzzed. A short but simple message from James, ‘Have fun, let me know it is all okay’.
She watched the taxi drive off and looked up and down the road. Flicking through her phone to check the address, even though she had checked it at least fifteen times on the journey already. ***A. She looked up and down the street, getting a sense of the numbers. Following them as they came closer and closer. Soon she found herself outside a redbrick block of flats, Victorian she thought, good design, expensive. She carried on walking, straight past her destination, wondering if Rob was looking out the window, if he had seen her. She sent picked up her phone, composing a text to him as she continued to walk in the wrong direction, half of her convinced that she would go the other way, put this all down as a really cool fantasy, but not for her and then the other half of her knowing that this was what she wanted, what she had craved for a very very long time.
“I think I am on your road” she typed. Her thumb hovering on the send button. She stopped walking and for a moment closed her eyes, her thumb pressed down, when she opened them it was sent. DELIVERED the text message said. Then READ. She could see the … as Rob was typing. Then “Press the buzzer then! I have champagne or a cup of tea if you want - all is good”. She smiled and turned. She was going to do it. She was going to jump off the cliff and do it. |
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