As I sat gazing at the picture on my mobile phone in the Hard Rock Cafe in Edinburgh, waiting for the girl in the picture to arrive, I reminded myself how I'd gotten to this point. A few weeks earlier, my niece had approached me to ask a favour for a friend. A lass she had went to school with wanted to become a model, but she needed a portfolio and couldn't afford what she called 'the ridiculous prices' charged by the professional photographers. I was just a mere amateur photographer and focussed mainly on landscapes. But she had seen some pictures on Facebook, ones I'd taken of my niece at my parents wedding anniversary, and thought they looked amazing. So I told my niece to give her my number and I'd speak to her to see what sort of shots she was after, and see if I could help her out. I'd almost forgotten about the whole thing when she called over a fortnight later. She said she wanted a lot of different pics. Some in dresses, some in bikinis and some underwear shots. "You do realise I'm not a professional model photographer, right?" I told her, "I don't even have a studio we could do them in." I lived in a crappy little one bed flat at the time. "It's okay," she says, "I've got the perfect spot for a photoshoot." Turns out she was a chambermaid in one of the big hotels in Edinburgh, and was going to sneak access to one of the rooms for a few hours, but I'd have to be free to take the pictures on Wednesday. I should've been at work, but for the chance to do a model photoshoot with a 19yr old, I blagged the boss for an emergency day off. I then got very curious as to who this girl was. So I had a look through my niece's Facebook friends list, and found her, tagged with my niece in a few of her pictures. And she was really hot. I could see why she wanted to have a go at modelling. "Hi, David?" I looked up from my phone, and it was her. And she looked even better than the camera phone pics uploaded to Facebook. 5'6", raven black hair all neatly pinned up so it was hard to judge the length, and she was wearing tight jeans and a white blouse which hugged her petite figure. Oooh! This was going to be tough to stay professional. I should probably explain at this point that I'm almost 40, so the very idea of taking pictures of a hot young woman in her underwear is a total dream come true. "Hi Kim, how are you?" I finally blurt out, getting my brain back to reality. "Are we ready to go, or...?" She tells me no. She's waiting for one of her workmates to get their hands on the room key, and she'll text when it's time. "Right now, I need a drink!" she says, dropping the bag she is carrying and striding off to the bar, not even giving me the chance to be a gentleman and offer to buy her one. She returns with a tall clear drink, sits herself down, throws the straw from the drink and takes several long swigs from her glass. "I needed that!" she says, and we begin chatting about the clothes she has brought along, the type of thing she is looking for, and she tells me how she got the idea to be a model in the first place. It seems that while at work one day changing the towels for a guest, the women staying in the room said she had a really great look about her and that she should try modelling, told her to get some pictures together and handed over her card. I can't recall the name she said this woman was, didn't even recognise the name when I heard it, but apparently she's of some importance. So Kim decided to have a go, but she couldn't afford the £1500 it would cost to do the pics professionally. I was thinking that she's not really tall enough to do catwalk modelling, when she casually drops in the fact that it's glamour modelling she wants to do, which almost had me choke on my pint. And then her phone beeped. "Let's go!". We head down towards Princes St and are walking at a fair pace, and I work out the hotel she's heading for. I'm not going to name it, but this really was going to be a classy place to take pictures in. She leads me around the building, heading for the staff entrance, she explains. Can't go in the front door in case someone spots her and asks questions why she's there on her day off. The sneaking around is giving me a nice little adrenaline buzz. When we reach what I assume is the freight elevator she pushes a couple of floor numbers, and when we arrive at the first of them, the doors open, another young woman sticks her head in, hands over a plastic card and tells Kim she's got 2hours tops! A quick 'thank you honey' from Kim and a peck on her friends cheek and the doors close. When they open again, Kim pokes her head out to check if the coast is clear, grabs my hand and drags me down the corridor. We arrive at a door and I can't believe where we are. It's only the Presidential Suite! It was HUGE! It's no wonder they get away with charging such ridiculous prices for this place. Wow! "Right," says Kim, "can we get some basic stuff in what I'm wearing first? Natural look sort of thing?" I get the camera out of my bag and we get right to it. She starts striking a few poses, I'm thinking she really does know what she's doing this lass. She really knew how to talk to the lens. And after a few dozen shots in different areas around the room and by the window, she asks to have a quick review of what I've taken. "Yeah, they're perfect," she tells me, "so time for a costume change." and with that, she grabs her bag and heads off to the bedroom. I decide to explore this massive suite. Enormous plasma TV, Stereo system with speakers built into the wall, great big desk, a minibar! Not just a fridge with booze, an actual bar with barstools. Then on the other side of the room, a massive fireplace with a couch facing it. "So this is how the other half lives." I murmur to myself. "Ready." And I spin around to see Kim in an awesome full length, subtle pink satin dress. "Woah!" I think to myself, almost blurting it out but managing to keep it in. More shots all around this fantastic room, but there seemed like there was something missing. My thoughts were on some sort of jewellery, when Kim moves away over to the minibar in the corner, and pulls a bottle of champagne from the fridge. "That stuff is really expensive!" I tell her, as she tears the gold paper and wire off the cork. "Well duh!" she replies, "I know how much this places charges for it!" she chuckles. But she tells me that the next residents of this room won't even notice it's missing. And as she pops the cork and starts pouring herself a glass, all the while I'm shooting away getting as many shots of this as I can, she regales me with some of the stories of the rich and famous that have stayed here just in the past few months. Rock n Roll!haha It's not long before I get the shot which I reckon is the one, a very sexy yet sultry pose by the window as she sips the champagne. Just perfect. Over the next 45mins or so, she does a very skimpy party-girl-on-the-town dress, and another shimmery number, both of which were tight fitting and showed off her terrific figure. And then it was time for the bikini. She came out of the bedroom and headed straight into the bathroom, calling on me to follow. She's got the bath running, and now she's standing in the full size walk in shower. More very sexy poses, and more great shots for the collection. I suggest that she'd look even better wet, so she turns on the side sprays. But the water is cold and she has a surprised look of exhilaration on her face, and I don't waste it, snapping away with the camera, catching some amazing images, especially as her nipples are now erect under the skimpy bikini. She turns the tap off, and asks to have a quick review. As I show her the pictures on the cameras screen, she's stood on tip toes beside me, her skin all slippery and wet with Goosebumps forming from the cold...I'm really getting seriously turned on now. But I'm determined to be as professional as possible. "Time for the bath!" she says, and she tests the water. "That'll do." and she turns the taps off, and steps into the tub. I begin shooting again, as she strikes even more hot and sexy poses, slowly sliding herself down onto her knees, her perfect little ass just going into the water. Then she reaches over and hits a button, and bubbles start pouring out of the bottom of the tub. "Ooooh, they tickle!" she giggles. And then she drops a little ball into the bath, taken from a plate at the side. A bubble-bath bomb it must have been, as the foam started rising up and frothing up around her almost instantly. This girl really knew how to look good for the camera. She undid the neck string of her bikini, keeping the cups over her gorgeous size C breasts, and bringing the bubbles up to and over her just enough to hide the bikini completely, and to make it look like she is naked, leaving only silky smooth wet skin on show. Such a great little tease. These pictures were going to be brilliant. And then my memory card filled up. "Damn, I've got to change this, don't move, I'll be just a sec." I tell her. "That's okay," she replies, "We need to keep moving on anyways. Time for the underwear!" My mouth is starting to dry up. I decide to have a good gulp of the champagne that is left, just to steady myself and wet my mouth when she comes out of the bedroom. "We should start them in here." she instructs, moving back into the bathroom. "Be right with you." I call back, grabbing a new memory card from my bag, my fingers barely managing to fiddle it into the slot on the side of the camera, and I move to join her. She's got a lipstick in her hand, and she tells me she wants a reflection shot. Her doing her lipstick in the mirror. I get what she is after and after a quick lens change, I start moving slowly around her, capturing the different angles until we find the perfect shot. Then her face changed to a slight frown, so I stop shooting. "What's up?" I ask. "I've got an idea. Come on." and she leads the way. But she's heading for the room door. I'm really puzzled as I tag along. She grabs a cushion off the couch, opens the door and sneaks a peek outside, checking both ways, then dropping the cushion by the door to hold it open, she creeps out and along the corridor. She's only going towards the main guest elevator. 'What the hell is she upto?' I can't work out what she is planning when she pushes the call button, then steps to the side and presses her back to the wall. "Make sure it's empty!" she tells me. When the doors open to reveal an empty lift, I let her know it's all clear, and she steps inside. "Quickly," she says, "before someone calls it!" And it dawns on me what her idea is. The lift is mirrored from floor to ceiling on all sides. She stands dead centre and strikes her best poses. Legs apart, arms reaching out to the sides, fingertips just on the mirrors, then turning around to get the same shots from behind as she sneaks a look over her shoulder, then leaning her back to the wall of the lift (whilst every 30seconds or so having to dive for the 'doors open' button as the lift got ready to leave the floor, which brought smiles to our faces and more than a few chuckles) and then after pressing the button for a third time, "Right, get ready!" she tells me. And she reaches behind her, unclasping the bra, slipping it off her arms and throwing it out the lift at me. "GO!" she has to prompt me, as I stood there ever so slightly stunned. 'Oh yeah, right.' I tell myself, 'Pictures!' and start snapping her now even sexier poses. As the lift makes another attempt to close the doors, she jumps out of the lift, grabs her bra off the floor and she skips her way back towards the room, me running after her. When the room door closed, she was propped against the arm of the couch breathing heavily, holding the cushion against her chest trying to regain a touch of her modesty. And then she burst out laughing. I had to join in. "You're crazy!" I tell her, as we fell about the place in hysterics. Once we calmed down, and she'd put her bra back on, she suggested another little drink to relax us a bit more, and it was needed after that adrenaline rush of her almost getting taken away to the hotel lobby in nothing but her pants. And then she beckons me back towards the bedroom. "Final set of pictures that I need." she says, popping the champagne glass down on the side table. I joined her in the bedroom. She's already sat in the centre of the bed, resting her back against the massive headboard. She looks so good in the matching purple lacy bra and panties set she has chosen. It even contrasts perfectly with the bedspread and the beds oak finish. Snap, snap, snap away, I keep taking shots and she keeps rolling around the bed in the sexiest teasing poses I've ever seen. Simply stunning. "What do you think?" she asks. "Kickers on or off?" "Ummmm." is all I can muster as a response, before she slips off the panties, and pulls the pins from her head which had kept her hair pinned up this whole time. It fell just to her shoulders, straight and even, like she really had just stepped out of a salon. And then it's posing time again. She really knew how to turn her body in such a way that she wasn't giving away what lay between her legs, which I was happy about, as it made for even more erotic shots. Then she was laid on her side, propping herself up on her left elbow, her right leg bent up towards her, just keeping herself hidden and no more. Then she slowly brought her knee across the bed and closer to her chest, her toes pointing down. And by just a fraction and no more, I got a glimpse through the lens and past her thigh, of her perfect little pussy. "Does this look sexy?" she asks. "Hell yeah!" I reply, never stopping pushing the shutter button and getting as many pics as possible. "So I see!" she says, raising an eyebrow. I take the camera away from my eye, as I realise she's not looking at the lens. She's looking a few feet further down. When I look down to see what she is seeing, I realise I'm really hard, and even though I'll never claim to be a huge lad in that department (I'd say better than average), I'm straining my jeans. "Well, you can't really blame me." I chuckle. "You are very, very hot!" And as I look back up towards her, she's moved onto all fours and is crawling across the bed towards me. I raise the camera and shoot a few shots. When she gets to the end of the bed where I'm stood, she reaches for my belt. I can't believe it! I'm not even sure what to do. Do I keep taking pictures? Do I lose the camera? I'm still trying to work out what I should be doing when she slides my jeans down over my arse, and reaches into my Calvin's to grab hold of me, pulling my pants down out of the way. When she slipped her ruby red lipsticked lips down over my cock, my legs almost buckled beneath me. Oh she was good! She knew just how to get that balance of hands stroking the shaft, with her tongue pushing against the head and down along the vein, coupled with just the right sucking pressure to make my knees weak. She was really good. I was in total ecstasy for what felt like hours when I felt myself getting close to climax. So I moved my hands down to her neck to gesture her off of me, and I gently pulled her up to meet my face, and gave her a good deep kiss. She reached for my t-shirt, and pulled it up over my head, and as I pulled my jeans and underwear all the way off, kicking my shoes and socks at the same time, she removed her bra and let her stunning tits loose once more. Then I pulled her back to me, giving her another long soft snog. I slowly eased her back onto the bed. I knew I couldn't just go for it, I'd blow my load way too soon and not only ruin this amazing experience, but look like such a pratt into the bargain. So I kissed at her neck, licking and softly pecking at her skin, moving down her body, stopping to pay plenty of attention to her gorgeous breasts, before going further down. Down over her flat stomach before arriving at her beautiful little (fully shaved) pussy lips. I've always known to give more than you receive with a woman, it's just the way it should be. So I got busy between her legs with my tongue. Finding her little clit and dragging the tip of my tongue over and around it, probing her hole every now and then. Her moans and occasional gasps let me know what she likes, and I'd keep doing it until she came, no matter how long it took. But it didn't take that long. As I ran my fingers down the inside of her thighs, my tongue flicking her clit harder and faster, she almost screamed the hotel down, clamping her thighs against my head, her fingers grasping my hair tightly, until slowly the waves of orgasm subsided from her body, and she let me loose. She lay there for a second, slowing down her breath. And as I was thinking what I would do next for her, she asked if I had a condom. 'Oh crap!' I thought. Sex wasn't even on my mind when I left the house that morning. I only hoped I had one stashed in my wallet. I ran into the lounge to get my jacket, tearing at the pockets to locate my wallet. 'Please let there be one!' I prayed to myself. And yes! One I must have put there the last time I went out on the town. And still well within date, something which amused me. I ripped it open and slid it on as I headed back to the bedroom. "Ready!" I said, as I walked in, and once again she had stunned me. She was already on all fours, just at the edge of the bed, ready and waiting. She looked back over her shoulder at me. "Come on then. We've not got all day!" she said slyly. What an invitation! I moved in standing right behind her, aiming my cock right at her wet lips, and slid myself inside her hole. She was nice and tight, and I got right to giving her a good fucking. Not bothering with building up to it, I slammed her hard, and she responded to me. Moaning heavily told me it's exactly what she wanted. I kept at it, slamming my thighs against her butt cheeks, pounding her pussy until her light little screams got louder and louder. She was cumming, and I was going to make sure she came hard. I picked up the pace. Again she let rip with a climax, and I slowed to let it wash over her body. She didn't even give herself time to recover, when she popped off the bed, grabbed my hand, and led me into the lounge, heading over towards the desk. "Sit down." she said, pushing me down onto the high backed chair. "No touching!" she commanded, and turned away from me, parting her legs and straddling me. She held my cock and slowly eased herself down until I was inside her again. And with nothing but her pussy and my cock touching each other, she slid herself up and down my shaft. "This is called, 'A Real Lapdance'," she tells me, "got to have strong thighs for this." 'No fucking shit!' I thought. It was incredible! Such an intense sensation, and an amazing view. Her pert little backside bobbing up and down, my dick slipping in and out of her. She was just the right amount of wetness, and with her legs spread apart as they were the friction on my manhood was just perfect and I reached that amazing sensation I had only felt a few times before, which I'd known as 'Riding the Wave'. A point where you feel like you are about to cum, but you never go over the edge! It was fucking fantastic! Literally! I sat there for ages bathing in the delight and the thrill of this wave, until finally I touch her, and she stops. She stood, turned around and climbed back aboard me, giving me a long hard kiss. And then she's bouncing on top of me again. Only this time I can tell she's doing it for her. And who was I to deny her. She deserved it after the sensations she had just provided me. I slid my hands along her thighs, tracing my fingertips around her ass, then up her spine, giving her a tremendous tingle, as she picked up the pace of her bouncing, and I brought my hands around to cup her breasts. She arched her spine and leaned her head back, holding the back of the chair to steady herself, never breaking her rhythm. I decided to give her a little thrill I learned years ago. You catch the nipples tenderly between fore and middle fingers, then trace your thumb gently over the flat of the nipple. Do it just right, and you get the same reaction I was about to get. It drove her wild! Her moans got louder again and she was going to cum even harder than she had before. I thought she would explode, and it turned me on so much I thought I might let loose too. It was hard, but I held back, not letting this end just yet. And she was grateful for it. Another deep tongue kiss. "Where did you learn that?" she gasped, pulling away from my lips. "I read it somewhere years ago" I tell her. "Fuck, that was incredible!" she says. "I need water!" and she leaps up and over to the minibar. She popped herself down onto the bar stool, poured a glass of water from the jug and took a long deep swig. She had flopped forward onto her elbows, and I got a view of her from behind that was just too inviting to pass up. I moved in behind her once more and slid my hand around her waist then down between her legs. Again she responded, slipping one leg off the stool to prop herself up, and slid back just enough to give me access to her tunnel. I held my cock to get in position, and started nibbling, licking and kissing her neck. She liked this, and softly moaned approval. As I began pushing myself into her, I felt her stiffen slightly. "Gently..." she said, barely breathing the word. And I realised what she meant. I'm aiming at the rear, but she isn't telling me not to, she just wants me to take it easy. "Oh, of course, I'll be gentle." I whisper into her ear, as I take a minute or so to slowly probe and poke myself delicately into her. "Ahhhhh" she softly wimpers as the head of my cock breached her rim. I hold there, and decide to let her do the movement, not wishing to hurt her and spoil it. I carry on rubbing her clit with my finger, and I massage her breast with my other hand. Then slowly she starts rocking on the stool, pushing back against my cock, sliding it further and further inside her. And she is tight, so tight I'm not sure I'll last much longer. We are skin to skin now, my pecs pressing hard against her shoulder blades, and her rocking is getting faster, so fast I think the stool might topple. So I take over the strokes, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her in tight. I'm nuts deep now and she's taken over the clit rubbing duty. Then her other leg pushes off the stool, and it's swept to the side. We're standing against the bar now, and I'm driving deep inside her tight little ass as she rubs her clit furiously, her other hand steadying her against the bar, her moaning building up once more. And I can't hold it any longer. I start my grunting moans as I head towards exploding inside her. Kim is cumming too, and as I drive home the last few strokes, we both erupt in orgasm. It was sooo intense! I hadn't cum that hard in ages. What an awesome woman this was for someone so young. After I slipped out of her, holding onto the condom to get rid of it safely, she turned to me and gave me another long deep kiss. "That was great!" she said. "You're fucking telling me?!" I chortled. "That was fantastic!" And we must have timed it just perfect, cos at that moment her mobile phone bleeped a text alert. She padded across the room and fished it out of her bag. "We've got to go!", she said, "Our time is well and truly up." and she set about gathering her clothes, pulling on her blouse and jeans, not bothering with her underwear. Then stopping to grab the champagne bottle to hide the evidence, she zipped up her bag. "What about the glasses, and the mess we've left?" I ask her. "My friend is coming to clean the room again. Come on, let's go!" And we headed out, sneaking back down the freight elevator, and out the staff entrance onto the street. "When will you have the pics ready for me?" she asks. "Don't worry," I tell her, "I'll make sure they are done by tonight. I'll drop them around to you whenever you like." "Great," she says, "I'll text you tomorrow then." And then she leaned into me, standing up on her tiptoes, and gave me a very soft, and very tender peck on the cheek. And with a final thank you, she headed away down Princes St. I did drop the pictures round to Kim the next day, and we had a brief conversation about never sharing anything more about what we did, other than the taking of the pictures. And I had to agree, cos if my niece had found out about it, the story might as well have been on the front page of the Daily Record, cos she could gossip for Scotland at the Olympics. And now I will reveal that the stunning beauty in question is not called Kim. I made that name up. I will never share her real name, or mine for that matter, with anyone, as she did use the pictures we took and she is now one of the top glamour models in the UK. And only I will ever know who she is.