Lydia Gray: Mother-daughter models

"How?" the fourteen-year-old girl asked.

"I don't know," the forty-eight-year-old man replied with a chuckle. "It just becomes instinctive, I guess I can see an average looking girl and know instantly that she'll photograph like a million dollars. It's a quality. They call it photogenic. You, Kathy, will photograph like a million. You have that quality."

The buzzer sounded, indicating that the developing cycle was complete and Scott jumped up to flip the automatic print button on the expensive machine.

"Now we'll see what we got," he sighed.

"You see!" Kathy said. "You're not sure they'll all be bad!"

"Honey, I can still believe in miracles," Scott Nelson laughed.

"I'll just bet that you got some swell pictures," Kathy said doggedly.

"Well, we'll see now," Scott returned as he picked up the small prints that began coming out on the tray. They were still damp and he handled them on the edges as he hung them on a small line.

"Look at that crap!" Scott sighed. "Christ, it's even worse than I thought it would be!"

"But… but they look good to me," Kathy said as she brushed against him leaning in to inspect the photographs.

"Crap, Kathy, pure crap!" Scott said, going into detail to explain what was wrong with each photograph. "Of course, I can correct the exposure problems and jazz up the lighting, but that doesn't solve the basic problem."

"I don't understand what the problem is," Kathy remarked. "These pictures show the machine – whatever it is – very nicely."

"Granted," Scott sighed, "but they lack glamour. They have absolutely no sex appeal at all, and that, Kathy, is what advertising is all about and what my client expects from me."

"Why don't you have a naked girl sitting in it, then?" Kathy said with a girlish giggle. "That would give it sex appeal, wouldn't it?"

Scott was about to reply when an idea flashed across his mind.

"A girl! That's it!" he exclaimed excitedly. "Animate the damned thing with action!"

"A naked girl?" Kathy asked a little breathlessly.

"No, not naked, Kathy," Scott laughed. "But you've given me an idea. In fact, you may have solved the whole damned problem for me! I'll use a model, maybe two, and suggest action. Arranged just right, the model's body could cover the instrument panel – particularly if the has a good set – a big bust, I mean. I can angle down so they're covering the dash. You know, Kathy, I think this might just work!" His voice was excited as he explored the possibilities.

"I'm glad," Kathy said, reacting to the way he placed his strong, masculine hand on her arm as he spoke.

"I really think you have solved it for me, Kathy."

"Have you… have you ever photographed… well, I mean, a naked girl?" the young child asked haltingly.

"Of course," Scott replied.

"Many?"

"Plenty," Scott lied in an offhand voice. He had professionally shot three nudes in his brief career, all models.

"Were they pretty?" the young girl asked eagerly.

"So-so," Scott responded.

"As pretty as me?" she demanded in a soft voice as if she dreaded the answer.

"No, Kathy," Scott laughed. "When I said that you're a beautiful girl, I meant it. With some training, you could make a top model."

"Would I be a good nude?" Kathy asked quickly, forcing herself to mouth the words before she lost her courage.

"I think so," Scott replied with a smile. "At least, if your body is as mature as it looks," he added. "Today it's almost impossible to tell how developed a girl is with all the devices they can use under their clothes."

"I… I don't… I don't wear anything under my clothes!" the fourteen-year-old girl blurted out with a blush. "And everybody says I'm a fully developed woman! Would you… would you take pictures of me… nude?"

Scott Nelson felt his balls tighten into knots as he stared at the young girl. Was she serious, he asked himself? Christ, the trouble they could get into if they were caught or if anybody ever found out! Yet the forty-eight-year-old man couldn't remember ever seeing a fourteen-year-old girl naked!

"Well?" she asked.

Scott Nelson hesitated. He knew that he was playing with dynamite! But what harm could come of taking a few shots of her in the nude? His balls ached to see her nubile young body!

"When?" Scott asked with a smile.

"Now," Kathy responded quickly, knowing that she would lose her nerve if they didn't do it right this minute.

"Well, okay," Scott laughed. He walked over and threw the bolt on the door so that nobody could walk in on them unannounced. "Kathy, we must never, never let anybody know about this. I'll take them and develop them and keep them down here. Nobody is to ever, ever find out. It's just between us. Okay?"

"Okay," Kathy agreed quickly.

"You take your clothes off and I'll set up some lights," Scott said.

The bright crimson color of the young girl's cheeks made him smile as he turned away to set up a couple of pan lights. She was so terribly young and innocent.

Fourteen-year-old Kathy Marsh took a deep breath and forced herself to begin taking off her clothes. She was so embarrassed she thought that she would die! Never in her life had she let anybody, man or woman, see her naked! Even her mother hadn't seen her completely naked in years! And here she was brazenly stripping in front of an older man, almost a complete stranger.

At the same time the young girl was strangely excited. Part of it was the naughtiness of what she was doing. That was kind of thrilling. And then there was Scott Nelson. She had been secretly in love with him from the first moment she saw him. She knew that her mother would dismiss it as a adolescent crush, but to Kathy it was more than that. Scott Nelson was in part the father she'd never known.

Kathy's parents had divorced when she was three years old and she'd never seen her father again. He was nothing more than a blurred distant image in her mind now.

She felt her breasts tingle as she pulled her sweater over her head and the sensation seemed to sweep through her young body. Would he like her body? She so desperately wanted him to like her body! She wanted him to see her as a mature woman!

When she tossed her sweater on the chair near the developing machine, Kathy saw Scott staring at her and her breath caught in her young throat! The look in his eyes both scared and excited her. It was an animal-like look that seemed to devour her!

The forty-eight-year-old man felt his balls throb as he stared at the fourteen-year-old girl's chest. She had the bloom of youth that he had read so much about. Her breasts were perfectly formed, like two cones sticking straight out from her chest! Her nipples were bright pink and fully erect, pointing at him daringly as his eyes feasted on her breasts.

Then, while he watched open mouthed, the young girl began pulling her skirt down. He saw her small tummy and then the creamy white flesh above her protruding pubic mound. When her pale blonde pubic mound came into view, Scott could feel his cock straining against his slacks.

Her sparse growth of pubic hair was like a silken tassel between her lovely young legs. The lips of her cunt were plainly visible beneath the golden shafts of wheat, pink and narrow and virginally fresh and enticing.

Kathy was blushing so she wanted to die! The way he was staring at her! His eyes seemed to alternate obscenely between her breasts and her most intimate region between her legs. She trembled as she quickly stepped out of her skirt and stood before the older man stark naked.

"Is… is my body pretty?" she asked in a halting voice as she did a slow turn before him.

"Gorgeous!" Scott muttered. His cock was straining against the fabric of his slacks and threatened to break through when his eyes were filled with the luscious vision of her soft, rounded ass. The cheeks of her buttocks were like two small balloons that stuck out saucily from her back.