So far, we’ve seen that Don is a hard-working photographer who works with many different models. These young ladies know that Don is likely to give them more modeling assignments if they have sex with him, and that means he takes many of these women to bed. In Chapter 3, we learn what one of these women thinks of Don’s skill in bed.
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Tina was girly.
All the women who posed for Don were very sweet and ladylike, but Tina was special. On a scale from 1 to 10, Tina ranked 11 on the femininity scale.
She always wore an impish little smile. She giggled a lot. She loved wearing sexy outfits, and she loved when Don looked at her in a way that made her feel beautiful. Anytime Don needed a model who looked bubbly and uncomplicated, he knew he could rely on Tina.
She was a 19-year-old freshman at the university where Don found most of his models. She’d never lived away from home before, and she enjoyed her new independence. Tina felt that her life became perfect when Don asked her to model for him. She’d always wanted to be a model. Being paid to pose in pretty clothes was almost unimaginably wonderful.
“I like the way that dress makes you look older,” Don said. “Give me a more restrained kind of smile. Don’t show any teeth. Think of yourself as a confident, sexy, dynamic woman. That dress says it all.”
Tina was wearing an item of clothing called “a little black dress.” It's based on a simple, classic design that works for everything from parties and clubs to upscale restaurants. She loved it, and she loved hearing Don praise the way it made her look.
“Can I keep this one?” Tina said. Don had already explained that she could keep anything after she posed in it, but this dress was particularly expensive, so she wanted to make sure.
“Of course you can keep it,” Don said. “Tina, I’ve got a whole room full of clothes I’ve already photographed, and I’m going to give all of it to charity. Take anything you want. You’ll be doing me a favor.”
Tina flashed the girly grin Don had seen so many times. Don hadn’t had sex with Tina - yet - but he had a feeling that would happen eventually. Don could tell modeling aroused her.
He could also tell she was attracted to him. To Tina, Don was a sophisticated older man who knew how to make her feel good about herself. He was fit, well-dressed, and listened intently to every word she said. He really makes my heart go pitter-pat! she thought to herself. Tina worried that Don would never want to spend time with her because he might think she was just a kid.
“Thank you. I love this dress. I wish I had someplace to wear it,” she said.
Don paused. Was Tina letting him know she wanted Don to ask her out? That’s the kind of comment Don’s older, more worldly models made if they wanted to show interest in him. Tina seemed a bit young and innocent to use her feminine wiles in such a blatant way. Don decided to act on her comment.
“Tina, there’s a fancy restaurant I like, but I haven’t been there in a long time. I’d love to take you. It’s a perfect place to wear that dress.”
Tina could barely believe what she’d just heard. She hadn’t been fishing for an invitation when she said she had no place to wear the dress. She was just stating a fact. But the idea that Don wanted to take her out was unexpected and thrilling.
“That would be wonderful,” she said quietly. “I’d love that.”
“Then it’s a date,” Don said. “We can go anytime you want. Let me know when to make reservations.”
“Friday?” she asked.
“Friday would be perfect,” Don said. He smiled at Tina in a way that she thought seemed to convey feelings of attraction. Tina needed to know if that’s how he actually felt.
She walked over to Don and stood very close to him. “I think you can probably tell that I really like you,” Tina said. “It would be very nice if you felt that way about me.”
Don knew that what he said next would be very important to Tina, so he wanted to get it right.
“Tina, I love it when you come to my studio,” he said. “You bring a happy, sexy vibe into this place. Being with you is a joy. Of course I’m attracted to you. Hearing you say I can take you to dinner makes me happier than you can know.”
Tina swooned. Lots of guys pursued Tina, and she’d had a few boyfriends. But none of them were anything like Don. They were all boys. Don was a man. She’d never been with a man.
“I wish the shoot wasn’t over,” she said. “I don’t want to leave.”
“Then stay,” Don said. “Let’s have a drink. We can relax and talk.”
Don hadn’t been on many dates since he started his photography business. He worked long hours seven days a week. He didn’t want a steady girlfriend because he didn’t have time for one. The fact that some of his models liked to sleep with him meant he didn’t lack intimacy. But he had enough dating experience to know that the thing women like most is a man who listens to them.
Most men spend so much time talking or bragging about themselves that women often feel ignored. Don had become very good at listening — really listening — to things women said. When there were silent moments in the conversation, Don was happy to remain quiet and wait. That usually got women talking again, and once they realized Don cared about what they had to say, they went on and on and on. Tina opened up to him, and everything she said about herself, her life, and all the dreams she hoped to achieve genuinely fascinated him.
Don said little and listened a lot. He preferred it that way. Don spent more than enough time thinking about his own life; hearing about Tina’s was a wonderful change. He gave her one cocktail, followed by a second, and saw her become increasingly happy and relaxed.
She was charming. Don enjoyed having a beautiful woman visit. It was almost as pleasurable as having a girl stay for sex. Don didn’t think Tina wanted to have sex that night, although it seemed likely that she’d want that someday. Maybe even Friday, when he took her to dinner at the fancy restaurant.
Things happened faster than Don expected.
Tina kept admiring her dress. She ran her hand over the fabric, marveled at how well it fit her, and she repeatedly thanked Don for letting her have it.
“I’m so glad you like it,” Don said. “You look wonderful in that dress. You should never take it off.”
Those words gave Tina an idea. Don’s comment made her want to say something, but it was very bold, and she didn’t usually dare to be so bold. The two cocktails gave her liquid courage, and she decided to say what she thought.
“I wouldn’t mind taking it off right now, if you helped me.”
There. She said it. Tina worried that she might have just humiliated herself. It was such a clumsy attempt at seduction. She wished she’d waited for a better time.
Don felt flattered and surprised, and he decided to give Tina exactly what she wanted. He stood in front of her, took her hand, and beckoned her to rise to her feet. He unzipped the sexy little black dress, then ran one hand up and down her exposed back. It made her shiver.
“Let’s go,” he said, leading Tina to his bedroom.
Tina hadn’t had sex since she moved away from home and said goodbye to her high school boyfriend. It had been much too long. She was ready — more than ready — for a romantic time with Don.
He took the dress by the hem and lifted it. She held her arms over her head so he could take the dress off. She stood there wearing a very revealing white lace bra with matching thong panties. It was the prettiest underwear she owned, and she picked it because she wanted to feel sexy when she posed for Don. She was glad she wore it, because it was the first thing he saw when he removed her dress.
Don put one hand behind her head and pulled her in for a soft, gentle kiss. He kissed her again, and again. Each kiss was more passionate than the previous one, and Tina was almost overwhelmed with arousal when she felt his warm, wet tongue probe a tiny bit beyond her soft lips.
Tina unbuttoned Don’s shirt. She unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, and pulled them down. The fact that she was about to have sex made Tina happy. Being a college student living on campus, free of parental restrictions, made her feel like an independent woman. Being alone with Don in his bedroom made her feel bold and free.
She felt bold enough to do something new when she saw the bulge in Don’s boxers. Tina reached inside the waistband and wrapped one hand around his hard cock. It felt like granite wrapped in velvet. She ran her fingers from the base to the head, noting with satisfaction that her touch made Don gasp with pleasure.
He was ready for more. Don unhooked her bra and pulled it from her body. He lowered her panties and tossed them aside. “Lie down,” he whispered, guiding her to the center of the bed.
Don suspected — correctly — that a girl as young as Tina probably had very little sexual experience. His heart was racing, and he heard his heartbeat pounding in his ears. Don was tempted to ravish her, eat her pussy, and throw her all over the bed into many different positions. He wanted to make her cum and cum and cum. But this was their first time in bed, and Don didn’t want to overwhelm her.
Tonight would be slow, gentle, and caring. He wouldn’t try anything more exotic than the missionary position, and he would be careful to make everything as satisfying as possible for Tina. He expected they’d have sex a lot in the future; he wanted their first time to leave her with warm, lasting memories.
He lay beside Tina and kissed her lips as one hand caressed her cheek and neck. He worked lower slowly, and Tina sucked in a deep breath when she felt his hand feel one breast and pinch her nipple. She reached up to put her hand on top of Don’s, then pressed him harder to her breast. Don got the message; Tina wanted more. He’d do his best to give it to her. But first, he’d make her wait.
At times like this, Don liked to pretend he was making love to a virgin. It helped him avoid feeling so excited that he made moves that were too fast or clumsy. Tina moaned when Don’s hand moved down her flat, smooth belly. She felt him touch the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, then use one hand to coax her legs apart. With her legs spread, Tina’s feminine scent filled the room. It made Don’s mouth water. He wanted to eat her pussy, and he almost gave in to the temptation, but he wanted to save that experience for later. Maybe he’d do that the second time they had sex. Or the third.
He cupped her mound and reached lower, finally resting his palm on top of her pussy. Don didn’t make any moves to probe deeper. He wanted to massage her outer lips first, making sure that she was aching for more before he gave it to her.
It was working. Tina gradually began moving her hips up and down in a way that invited Don to slip into her hot, wet pussy. Don took longer than she would have preferred, and she groaned loudly when she finally felt one finger dip inside.
She was surprised he was moving so slowly and deliberately. Tina expected Don to act like her high school boyfriend, who would have whipped out his cock by now and thrust it roughly inside her. He’d always made love quickly, acting as though Tina was so sexy he could barely control himself.
Tina had liked that. She’d enjoyed the way his cock felt inside her. She liked knowing how much she excited him. But it was always over before Tina could climax.
Don hadn’t even touched her clit, and she ached for it. He seemed to take forever. She moaned with relief when she finally felt his thumb rub back and forth across her little button. One of Don’s fingers moved in and out of her vagina. He planted a hot, excited kiss on her open mouth.
She realized he was finally removing his boxer shorts. Tina reached for his cock, and she was glad when her touch made it twitch. It was the first time she felt a cock throbbing in her hand. That’s going to feel sooo good, she thought as she imagined Don’s cock moving inside her.
Don got on top of Tina, placing his cock at the entrance to her pussy. He pushed forward, then did it again, and again, and again. Each time, his cock slipped a tiny bit deeper. It seemed to take forever before the head of his cock pushed all the way inside.
The pleasure was intense. Tina wanted more, so she tilted her hips upward, moving in response to Don.
Don went deeper, and deeper, and eventually his entire cock was lodged inside her. She was tight, but she was so wet there was no pain. Each time he pushed all the way in, she felt a gentle push as the head pressed against her cervix. She’d never felt so full. Don’s cock was bigger than her high school boyfriend’s.
Tina realized an orgasm was building inside her. That was new. She’d had plenty of orgasms from touching herself and using her vibrator, but never from having sex. She’d read enough women’s magazines to know that lots of girls never cum during sex, and she imagined she must be that kind of woman.
Apparently not. She wrapped her arms around Don and marveled at the intensity of the powerful feelings building between her legs.
Don felt Tina’s pussy start throbbing just as she started to moan.
“Oh . . . Don . . .” she moaned as her climax began. “Oh . . . Oh.” Soon, her whole body was shaking. Don didn’t think her orgasm was particularly powerful, but he had no way of knowing it was the first time Tina experienced a climax with a man.
Still, he could tell he’d done a good job satisfying Tina. He held her close as her body slowly relaxed. He stopped thrusting when she was cumming because he knew some girls become hypersensitive right after an orgasm. Don resumed slow, gentle motions after Tina had some time to recover.
Now it was Don’s turn to cum. Feeling Tina quiver beneath him was so erotic that it left him with an overwhelming urge to climax. He tried not to pound away like an overexcited teenager, but he couldn’t resist the desire to get a little rough. It didn’t matter; Tina loved it.
“Give me your cum, baby,” she whispered to Don. “Let me have your cum.” She got her wish as she felt Don start to fill her pussy. He climaxed again and again, and it seemed that he dumped a huge glob of hot wetness inside her.
“Yes . . . oh yes. . .” she said as she savored the feeling of fullness. She felt the tension drain from Don’s body. His cock stayed hard for a long time; she liked how warm and firm it felt. She never wanted to let it go, and she was disappointed when it finally slipped out.
“You are an amazing, sexy woman, Tina,” Don said. He kissed her passionately, then kissed her again. He could tell she was very happy with what had happened. Don had hoped to give Tina a good experience that left her with a nice memory, and he was sure he’d done that. And he’d enjoyed himself thoroughly. Tina had a beautiful face, a marvelous body, and a tight little pussy that fit his cock perfectly. She’d responded to his touch, making it easy for Don to feel he had been a good lover for her.
It seemed likely that they’d have sex often. He hoped so. She was special.
“That was wonderful,” Tina said quietly. “That never happened before.”
Don didn’t know what she meant.
“What never happened before?” he asked.
“I never had an orgasm during sex before,” she said. “You made me feel better than I’ve ever felt before.”
“I’m so glad,” Don said. “I love how it feels being intimate with you. I hope it happens again.”
“It had better happen again, Don.” She laughed. “You’d better not think you can make me feel this good, then never do it again. My pussy wants to get a lot better acquainted with your cock.”
They both laughed.
They lay together, wrapped in each other's arms, for a long time. Tina had a happy little smile on her face when they finally got out of bed. It was charming. Her girlish energy always seemed to fill the room. She saw that Don was watching her as she got dressed. It was just another way he made her feel sexy.
“I’ll pick you up before dinner Friday,” Don said after he kissed her goodbye.
“I can’t wait,” she said.
Tina felt good as she drove back to her dormitory. She had a box full of new clothes in the trunk, including the little black dress she liked so much. Her roommate could tell Tina was unusually placid and subdued.
“You just had sex, didn’t you?” she asked Tina. “I can tell. You’ve got that freshly fucked look on your face.”
Tina laughed. “I was with the nicest man,” she said. “He was just wonderful.”
“Are you seeing him again?” the roommate asked.
“We’re going out for dinner Friday,” Tina said.
“Damn,” said the roommate. “Why can’t I get any? I’m available, but nobody asks me out. Maybe I should do more to let guys know I put out. I put out a lot.”
“I’ll be sure to tell that to all the guys I know,” Tina laughed.
Tina was the first thing Don thought about when he woke up Friday morning. He had an early shoot with a model named Kathy, and they’d been having sex regularly for months. Kathy was a very fit girl who played on the lacrosse team. She put her athleticism on display every time she and Don went to bed. On this particular morning, Don was able to make her cum three times before he lost control and climaxed himself. The room smelled like hot sex afterward.
He was spent, lying exhausted on his back, while Kathy bounced out of bed and got dressed. “Get up, old man!” Kathy said. “I need a ride! Up! Up!”
Kathy liked calling Don “old man.” He thought she liked it a little too much. Don was still in his 20s. He was unusually fit, and he knew that women thought he was handsome. But things had changed in the years since Don graduated. The college girls he photographed listened to different bands than the ones he’d followed when he was a student. They wore different kinds of clothes and watched different TV shows. They used different types of social media.
The age gap would keep growing year by year. He wondered how long it would take before his models stopped wanting to have sex with a man older than they were.
Don hadn’t planned it, but the fact that he’d scheduled Kathy to model that morning meant he’d have sex with two different women that day. That happened sometimes, and Don never felt guilty about it. The girls he took to bed rarely expected to have an exclusive relationship with Don. They liked being free to pursue any man they liked, and they imagined that Don was the same.
Still, he knew that Kathy and Tina wouldn’t like it if they knew he had sex with both of them on the same day. He changed his sheets, sprayed the room with air freshener, and cleaned his kitchen and bathroom. Everything had to be perfect when Tina got there.
Don showered and dressed up before the date. Years earlier, he’d read The Autobiography of Benjamin Franklin, and he’d been impressed by something Franklin wrote about his years as a young man getting started in the printing business. Franklin worked hard to project an image of success. He believed that if he appeared to be prosperous, it would convince customers to come to him instead of a competitor.
Franklin used a tactic that was particularly impressive to Don. Whenever Franklin needed more paper for his business, he made sure to get his wheelbarrow and visit his supplier at an hour when the streets were full of people. He’d get a fresh load of paper, then roll down the street in an effort to let as many pedestrians as possible see the big load and recognize that Franklin's business must be booming. He always took an indirect route that maximized the number of people who saw this conspicuous display of success.
Franklin thought it helped, and Don believed the principle still applied. Don always dressed in stylish clothes when he met clients, models, suppliers, and even the guys at the warehouse where he picked up clothing shipments. After a few years, when Don had been able to save enough money for a nice car, he picked one that projected an image of success.
Don drove a red Tesla Roadster, a little two-seat sports car that was very sexy. Car enthusiasts knew the Tesla was faster than a Porsche or Lamborghini, and it almost always put a smile on the face of people when they saw it for the first time. It was an expensive car, but Don got an unusually good deal. His father bought it, loved it, and decided eventually to upgrade to a bigger, fancier Tesla.
He sold the Roadster to Don, who liked it just as much. Don told himself that it was a good deal because electricity was so much cheaper than gasoline. That was true, of course, but the Tesla’s price tag was still so high it wasn’t something you could call a bargain. The real reason Don bought it was that it was a fun car that did a great job projecting an image of prosperity.
And girls liked it. Girls liked it a lot.
“Is this your car!?” Tina asked when Don picked her up that night. She was wearing the sexy little black dress Don gave her, and she looked amazing. She felt amazing, and she loved seeing the hot little car that would take her to the restaurant.
“Do you like it?” Don asked.
“I love it!” Tina said. “Is it fast?”
“It’s one of the fastest cars on the road,” Don said.
“Does it have a good stereo?” she asked.
“Of course it does,” Don said, turning on music by a band he knew Tina liked.
Don plugged the address of the restaurant into the car’s navigation system. “Is this one of those cars that drives itself?” she asked.
“It can do that. Watch,” Don said. He put the car in self-driving mode, then took his hands off the wheel as it began to move.
“Wow! That is cool!” Tina said.
Don smiled. He loved Tina’s endless energy and enthusiasm.
“Do you remember yesterday when I told you how much I enjoy the nice vibe you put out?” he asked.
“Yeah. I remember,” she said.
“I’m enjoying it right now,” Don said.
Since he didn’t need to keep his eyes on the road all the time, Don took a long look at Tina. “You look incredible,” he said.
“Thank you, Don,” Tina said. She had worked especially hard on her hair and makeup. She’d shaved every part of her body below the neck. Being a model had done a lot for her self-esteem, and she’d been putting extra effort into her appearance. Tina wanted to look especially beautiful for Don, and she’d succeeded.
“How does the self-driving thing work?” Tina asked. “Do you ever worry it will make a mistake?”
“This car drives better than I do,” Don said. “It never makes a mistake. Never. The government released some statistics. Self-driving cars are 10 times safer than cars driven by people. It just makes sense. Cars don’t drink and drive. They don't text, check their social media, feel road rage, apply make-up, eat cheeseburgers, get into arguments with passengers, or do any of the other things that distract human drivers. People have eyes that look in one direction at a time; this car has cameras that look in all directions at once. It can make a decision in a nanosecond. It would be very weird if a computer couldn’t do better than a human on a simple task like driving.”
“Do you have to do anything?” Tina asked.
“I’m supposed to keep an eye on the road so I can take over if something goes wrong,” Don said. “But nothing has ever gone wrong. I have a feeling that I could go to sleep and it wouldn’t make a difference.”
“That’s interesting,” Tina said. “So that means I can do this, right?” Tina reached between Don’s legs and began rubbing his crotch.
“Yeah . . . you can do that,” Don said as he felt his cock getting hard. He was getting a very good feeling about Tina. She was full of surprises.
He enjoyed the stimulation for a while, then made an obvious observation. “The only problem is going to happen when we get to the restaurant,” Don said. “I’m going to have such a big bulge in my pants that everyone will see it.”
“Oh, we can’t have that,” Tina said.
She gave Don a wicked smile as she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. She pulled his hard cock free, then bent over and took him in her mouth. Her head bobbed up and down as she sucked his boner.
It felt fabulous. Don wasn’t sure he could cum like this - being in a moving car was distracting - but Tina seemed determined to try.
She’d sucked the cock of her former boyfriend, but she’d never let him cum in her mouth. This time, she wanted it to be different. She wanted to suck Don off. Being in such a sexy dress and riding in such a sexy car next to such a sexy man made Tina feel like she wanted to do something bold and exciting. In the past, she’d wondered what it would be like to suck a man’s cum down her throat; this seemed like a good time to find out.
Don could tell Tina was working hard to make him climax, and he did his best to relax and let it happen. Pretty soon he felt his cock begin to throb and shoot hot cum down her throat. He came again and again, and Tina swallowed every drop. Don had enjoyed his share of blowjobs over the years, but not all women liked to suck the cum right out of him. That’s the thing that feels best about a blowjob, and Tina did it perfectly.
She kept sucking until his cock went soft. That’s when she sat up in her seat and gave Don a big smile. He could see little drops of cum leaking from her lips.
“Better?” she said, grinning. “Did that take care of that big bulge you were worried about?”
“Wow. Just . . . wow,” Don said. “I never did anything like this.”
“Neither did I,” Tina replied. “I never felt a man cum in my mouth before tonight.”
The car drove into the restaurant entrance, found a parking space, and pulled in perfectly, centering the car precisely between the lines. “Give me a second,” Tina said, opening her purse and applying a fresh coat of lipstick. Don zipped up his pants and buckled his belt.
“I’m going to have to do something very special for you tonight,” he said.
“Yes. Yes, you are,” Tina said, giving Don that girly grin he loved so much.
They walked into the restaurant and were greeted by a strikingly attractive hostess. She wore a little nametag identifying her as “April,” and she wore a little black dress similar to the one Tina wore. Don was struck by April’s beauty, and he couldn’t help but imagine she’d make a good model.
I’ve got to stop thinking about work all the time, he thought to himself.
After he told April about his reservation, Don asked if they could go to the bar long enough to hear the jazz pianist performing that night. “We’d like to eat after we hear the music,” he said.
“That’s fine, sir. You can seat yourself in the bar, then let me know when you’d like to move to the dining room,” April said. Don was so used to appraising the appearance of women that he noticed April was unusually fit. Her dress revealed that her arms and shoulders were lean and muscular. She obviously exercised regularly.
Don led Tina to a table near the stage; he’d heard good things about the musician, and he wanted to find out if she was as good as people said. Tina hadn’t spent much time in bars — she was too young to drink legally — and the only bars she’d seen catered to the college crowd. This place was much fancier. The customers were dressed up, older, and obviously affluent. No one wore jeans.
“What would you like to drink?” Don asked.
“Aren’t you afraid they’ll ask to see my I.D.?” Tina asked.
“Not a bit,” Don said. “In that dress, you look older than 21. Besides, you’re with me. Nobody will want to stop us from having cocktails. So, what would you like?”
“Uh . . . a vodka martini?” Tina said.
“Good choice,” Don replied. When the waitress arrived, Don said, “The lady would like a vodka martini, and I’ll have a scotch on the rocks.” Tina felt there was something very masculine about Don ordering for her.
They were sipping their drinks when the pianist arrived. She was a handsome middle-aged woman wearing . . . wait for it . . . a little black dress. She sat down at the piano and began playing a Duke Ellington tune. Tina had never heard the song — or much jazz of any kind — and she thought it sounded great. It was music for grown-ups. The martini made it sound even better.
The musician played one song after another. Time flew by, and the set ended much too quickly. Don led Tina back to the hostess station and asked to be seated for dinner.
Don asked Tina what she wanted to eat, then placed her order for her. Tina was certain that none of the boys who’d ever asked her out were sophisticated enough to do such a thing.
Don encouraged Tina to talk about herself, and he paid close attention to everything she said.
“I’d like you to think about something,” Don said at last. “I’m having a wonderful time with you. Thank you for going out with me tonight. I can’t stop hoping that I run into some friends tonight, because I know they’d be very impressed if they saw me in the company of a woman as beautiful as you, Tina. Everything about this evening feels very special.
“I want to make a suggestion. You don’t have to say anything right away; just think about it and let me know later. I’d love it if you could stay with me overnight. This is turning into a wonderful evening, and I know I’m not going to want it to end.”
“I don’t have to think about it,” Tina said. “I’d love to spend the night.” Don took her hand and gave it a squeeze. He smiled.
“That was the right answer,” he said, making Tina laugh. He loved hearing her laugh.
They’d just finished eating when Tina announced that she needed to visit the ladies' room. After she left, Don noticed the hostess, April, leading a couple to a table.
April was striking from every angle. He watched her walk back to her station, and he realized that he wanted to ask her to model for him. He got out of his seat, walked over, and gave her his business card.
“Miss, I hope this doesn’t seem out of place,” he said. “I’m a fashion photographer, and I couldn’t help but notice that you’d make a wonderful model. I need more models right now. If that’s something you’d like to try, please give me a call. I’d be happy to explain what it entails. I’m sure you’d look wonderful modeling clothes for my clients. Please give it some thought and call me if the idea interests you.”
Don then excused himself and returned to his seat. He knew April was busy working, so he wanted to avoid interfering with her job. If she called him, great. If not, that was OK too. April seemed special, but there were more than enough pretty girls who wanted to work for Don.
Tina had an unusually big smile on her face when she came back from the ladies' room. Don didn’t know it, but she’d prepared a surprise for him. Don paid the bill, led Tina back to his car, and started the trip home. He put the car in self-driving mode and looked at Tina.
She seemed excited. “Surprise!” she said, lifting her skirt. She’d removed her panties when she was in the ladies' room. Don reached over, ran his hands over the soft skin of her inner thigh, then spread both of her legs far apart.
The trip back was just as entertaining as the trip there.
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Tina had a nice night. Good for her. She’s a nice girl who deserves to be treated like the precious creature she is. But what about April? Will we see more of her in the future? You’ll find the answer in Chapter 4 of “The Photographer.”
