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White Socks 1 by BY REX PODIUS "Gee, your sure do have a nice place here," said Teresa, stepping into my co-op apartment on the West Side of Manhattan. She was a small, dark-haired girl, who usually wore her pigtails pinned behind her head. But today in my apartment, she had no tables to wait and no health department to worry about, so she let her pigtails hang forward over her shoulders. I had worked on her a long time, having dinner at her restaurant in the theater district far more often than I cared to. I always sat at her table, I always paid in cash, and I always tipped her well. The last few times I was there, I made certain she saw some of the nude photos I had taken over the years. She even picked up one of them and stared at it. "Wow, that's good," she said, and I thanked her. It took only one more visit before I made the offer and she accepted. Tonight, she would be my subject and my supper, I thought. I made her sign a model's release in exchange for one dollar. I always go through that process, because it usually helps clear up any mess that might occur farther down the road. "Well, where do we begin?" she said. "How about that blue backdrop there?" "K." The first few shots were simple -- Teresa against backdrop, still wearing her white, half sweater, her jeans and her sneakers. "Looks great, Teresa. Now do you want to take off the jeans?" "Sure," she said. "Love to." Being a non-professional model, she didn't even think to go behind the Chinese screen I kept for that exact purpose. She just unbuttoned and unzipped. Then she sat on the black, leather sofa and kicked off her sneakers. She pulled off her jeans and revealing tiny, white bikini panties. "Leave the socks on," I said. "Really?" she said, as she folded her jeans. "Really. Now go back up against the screen. And bend over." "This is almost silly," she said giggling at me between her legs, with her head near the floor. "It is," I said, taking several shots from her up-side-down angle. "Now up against the screen again. Put your right hand behind your head, and put your left hand down near your thigh. "K," she said. After I took a couple of shots and with no further prompting from me, she moved her hand over her belly than down inside her panties. She gave me a kind of evil look, as she started to play with her pussy. "You like that?" I said, my cock growing hard. "Love it! Mind if I take them off?" "Whatever." She did exactly that. Then she stroked two fingers through her pussy a few more times, while I continued to take pictures. She was still wearing her top, and without prompting, she went over to the sofa and crawled onto it, looking back at me with her ass and pussy showing. "Love what your cock's doing," she said. "You want some of it," I said, my mouth going dry. "Hmmm? Maybe." She spoke quickly, taking on a look and a feel of a girl several years younger than her real age. After she teased me, wagging her ass, she sighed, sat up on the sofa, and pulled her half sweater over her head. She was now naked except for the socks. I changed the roll of film and kept taking shots of her. I was wondering how much longer I could hold out, when she started to unbraid her pigtails. Finally, when her hair was all loose and curly, she sat upright and brought her feet on the sofa. Then she spread her knees, pushing them apart even farther with her hands, and she showed me her lovely, lovely snatch with the ribbon of brown pubic hair over the top. And she was still wearing her socks. I had teased women man times in my life, but Teresa was teasing me! I put my camera on the table and walked over to her, smiling, trembling, wanting to fuck her so bad I thought I would die. She looked straight up at me as my fingers went under her lovely little breasts and brushed past the nipple. I raised that same finger to her lips. She sucked into her mouth as if it were a cock, and she rolled her tongue around it. What beautiful innocence, I thought, as she took my hand from her. Suddenly, and again without prompting, she rose from the sofa and walked into my bedroom. By the time I reached the door, she was lying on her stomach and spreading her pussy lips. There was no doubt what she wanted. I unzipped my fly, but still fully dressed, I took my cock out of my pants and walked over were she lay with her feet up, her thighs spread, her pussy held open with her fingers. "Come on!" she said. I took my seven inches of cock in my right hand and guided it to the opening. I pushed, but it was hard to get in. I pushed again, but still I couldn't get in, and I realized why she was holding her pussy open. The damn this was so tight, I couldn't believe it. I pushed a third time, and finally it went inside. Her muscles squeezed around my cock so hard it was difficult for me to move, but slowly she released the tension, and I started my stroke, inward and outward, slowly at first, then harder. "Ohhhhh," she moaned. "Yeah," I said, starting to breathe faster. Harder and harder I breathed and harder and harder I pumped. My hands went to her hair and I pulled. She let out a little "Eeeek" sound, but I knew she liked it, and I pulled even harder. "Oh!" she cried. "Oh, oh!" "Yeah, yeah, yeah," I breathed, each word a breath in itself. Her pussy was sucking at my cock -- her body was rocking to mine. We had become a fucking machine, man and woman, age making no difference at this point. I felt a shiver of delight rippled though my body, and she felt it too, and we both screamed long and hard. Finally, our bodies both went stiff and we held our breath. The only movement was the oozing of my cum and the dripping of hers. The pleasure had been quick and intense, and my whole body was shaking. "Oh, Mr. Warren," she said, afterwards. "That was so good." "Yes," I said, easing my expended cock from her pussy. "We'll have to do that again sometime." "Sure," she said, starting to slip back into her panties. "That'll be two hundred bucks." "What!" "Two hundred's my going rate for a quickie. I hope you didn't think you had some ditzy little girl as a waitress." She was pulling her jeans on now. "Wait a minute. You signed a release," I said. "Damn, you're right. So it's two hundred and one bucks. But the pictures belong to you. That'll be cash," she said. "You always pay in cash." I shook my head in amazement. Then, as if in a trance, I opened my wallet and peeled off four fifty-dollar bills and one single. After I gave her the money, she smiled and tickled me under the chin. "Nice doing business with you." In less time than I could imagine, she was fully dressed and out my apartment. "Wait!" I called, stepping into the hall. But the elevator door was already closing, and she was waving the bye-bye sign with her fingers. I went back into the apartment, looked at the camera, and smiled. At least I could sell the pictures, I thought. ------------------------------------------------------------------------
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