Sara went home feeling horribly unsatisfied, and somehow her husband was so tired from work that he didn’t even look at her much. They said a few words, and they slept. The minion sent her a schedule, that she would come twice a week, on Mondays and Thursdays, and if she was free, she could come on Saturday as well.
But she decided not to. The rest of the week, she continued to do what she normally did. Housework, chores, cleaning. On Sunday, her husband didn’t work, so they went out to get groceries. Normally, they’d have to budget what groceries to get, but this time, they had extra! Because Sara had earned $300 from her last 2 sessions!
Her husband praised her. “Good work Sara! We now have more money for groceries!”
It made her feel good. She liked contributing to their family.
***
And so, Monday finally came along, and she went to work again. Edmund was there. But the assistant wasn’t. “Alright, my assistant’s sick today. Do you still want to continue? If not we can just continue on Thursday when she’s back.” He asked.
Maybe she should’ve said no. But motivated by her financial contributions, Sara nodded. “Okay.”
Edmund nodded. “We have five outfits today. They are similar to the ones you took the other day, but just different colors. Get dressed.”
Sara went in, locked the door, and changed. She changed into the first swimsuit, and noticed the presence of a few sex toys inside one of the dressing table’s drawers. She froze.
“Did- did he know?” She thought to herself. Yet, somehow, the thought of masturbating caused her body’s desires to churn.
***
“Okay. Adjust your hips a bit. Lower.”
Sara nodded, and tried. Without the minion helping, it was a bit harder. Edmund eventually frowned.
“Sara, can I help you?”
She nodded after a few rounds of frustration, and then she felt his big hands on her swimsuit. His hand was warm, and she could feel it even as he just subtly adjusted her thighs.
“Okay. Let’s keep going.”
Edmund started to work his magic. Every time he touched her a little bit, it made her entire body burn with excitement. She flushed. Sara thought she was going crazy, but luckily, she managed to endure the photoshoots all the way till the 2nd outfit.
“Good. Go take a break and change into your second outfit.” Edmund ordered, and walked away.
Sara changed. It was the thin silky fabric again. She gulped, and drank a glass of cold water to calm herself down. Why was she getting excited, anyway?
As she went out, she saw Edmund taking off his outer wear, wearing just a white t-shirt that flaunted his muscles. She gulped. Was the landlord such a manly man?
“Let’s go, second round. Get in position. Same as before.” Edmund ordered, and the photos started.
Edmund came over and fixed her position and poses. Their poses were very basic. Some standing poses, some leaning poses, and some stretching poses. Sara didn’t know why, but she noticed he had a strong, manly scent. He was sweating, because he had to run back and forth adjusting all the different equipment without the minion.
It made her stare at him, and even though he wore a long formal pants, her eyes kept glancing at his crotch. She was feeling hot, and she was sweating just as much.
“Alright, turn sideways.” Edmund ordered, as he adjusted the equipment.
He was so focused, so serious, and Sara couldn’t take her eyes off him. Was he always such a focused, manly man? It made her excited. Her body churned. She felt drawn to him.
He walked over, his big warm hands touched her waist. “Alright, bend a bit more. Arch your back a bit. Like that.”
His fingers caressed her skin, and she felt horny. Her nether regions turned moist. Her face was flushed. A few more photos were taken. He praised her, as he adjusted her poses a bit more. Each time his hands touched, her already moist nether regions felt like leaking.
She endured.
And endured.
But in the end, she couldn’t take it anymore. “-I- I need to go to the toilet.”
She ran to the toilet, panicking. It was going to leak out! She sat, adjusted her swimsuit. She cursed. It wasn’t those type of swimsuit where she could access her crotch easily! She had to take off the whole thing! She took it off, and peed. Her juices came out with it. Flushed, her body felt hot.
The toilet of this small studio wasn’t separated to male and female. It was after all just a small studio, so it just had two cubicles.
As the juices flowed out, she moaned~
But then she heard footsteps. “Hey, Sara. Think we’ll just take a break, alright. You look like you need some time. You did well, alright. It’s okay.” Her heart skipped a beat. This man was focused, yet attentive! He was even willing to let him renegotiate their rental payment terms!
Her body refused to obey her, as more of her juices leaked out. She moaned again uncontrollably, unable to suppress her urges. “~ah.”
“You there, Sara?” Edmund was outside, smirking. He knew exactly what she was going through.
“~Yeah.”
“Once you’re done, let’s go get lunch. I’ll leave a towel outside for you.”
***
“We’re going out?” Sara asked as Edmund led her to his car, a large luxury car that resembled a high end van. It was fully tinted that nothing could be seen from the outside.
“Yeah. I’ll take you where I normally eat.”
Sara gulped as she got in. She sat shotgun, but was immediately impressed by the car. Her husband had a car, but it was an entry level vehicle, nothing like this at all. She sat quietly, surprised at how cool and comfortable it was. They drove a small distance, and arrived in Toppongi Hills’s Bento Master Restaurant.
“-this-“
Edmund smiled. “You’ve done well. Come, let me treat you for food today.”
“I’m underdressed!” Sara said.
“Don’t worry about it. Next time I’ll let you use some of the spare dresses we have in the store. Pretty sure we have something your size.”
Sara blushed, and quietly snuck in and ate. The tuna bento was heavenly.
***
He drove her back for the evening session, and thankfully, Sara was able to hold her urges in check. But she noticed her heart skipping a beat whenever Edmund got too close. Even a whiff of his body odor seemed to excite her body, and she pinched herself.
“I’m a married woman. Married!” She told herself. Yet her mind fantasized about it. What if she was single? What if she wasn’t dating anyone? Could she have a chance to date someone like Edmund?
Strong, muscular, focused and talented at photography, and rich?
She gulped.
That night, she masturbated to the thought of Edmund for the first time.
