It was about may time, harry got a big white envelope shoved through the door by the postie. it must have contained some real good news because as he read the contents he sat and had this big cheesy grin on his face. yes i did ask him whats was he so cheerfull for all he said was " ooooooooooohhh wait and see" so i waited and waited. i got fed up and decided to sneak a peek at his letter, as much as i looked i could not find it the fucking snake had put it in his back pocket and gone out he came home after a cpl of hours still grinning, so once again i asked him why so happy. yes you guessed it... "wait n see" . fuck you i told him i wanna know what your up to After about 15 mins of telling him how big a kid he was and how fucking clever i thought he wasn't he gave in he says one of his relatives had snuffed it ( harry's term not mine ) and left him some money . so he had to go to the lawyers office to sort this out and collect. "come on then how much did you get " i asked him "2k" he said " oh for fucks sake how much is that in english money" i scowled at the twat "its 2 grand. two thousand smackeroonies, or in your case one has just inherited two thousand pounds from ones uncle geoff" he said in his best snobby talk, (he has heard of the schools like eaton and harrow on the hill or as he calls it the dump on the hump) any way by the end of all this i asked him what yer gonna do with it or more precise what are you going to buy me then and if you say wait n see ill fuckin brain ya " i could sure do with some new clothes, take me shopping" i says to him "FUCK YOU " he said " if you think your going to drag me into every clothes shop in grimsby fuckin think again " he pulled out the money from his jacket pocket and said " here babe, here is one thousand quid take yer sen shoppin. so off i go to town shopping for new clothes , and as i had some real money i stayed away from the cheap nasty shops i went into binns of grimsby one of the most expensive in the town, i looked round for a while as women do and spotted this black slinky dress for 200 quid. if i buy that at that price the twat will kill me i thought, so i carried on looking. after another 15 mins or so i thought fuck it and went back for the dress ,its my money so i'll spend it on what i want to cut a long story short it took me the best part of about four hours to find clothes that i liked , now you can understand why harry never wanted to come with me well loaded with shopping bags i decided to go for a coffee in this little side street cafe that we know of. i am sat in there minding my own when this guy walks in and sits at the next table, mmmmmmmmmm hes not bad looking i think ..... oh for fucks sake come on, we all do it... lolollolo dont sit there and say "well i don't " because you do and you are just not prepared to admit it i asked this guy if he had a light because i seem to have lost my ciggarette lighter, he says sure , he passes me his lighter and as he takes it back he spies all my shopping bags. " wow you have been busy look at all them bags" he said , i explained about harry's windfall and what i had been doing " so what did you buy then " he asks " oh just a new dress for 200 quid and a few bits and bobs" "lets have a look at your dress then and i will buy you another coffee " i showed him my new dress but left it lying on the table, and a few of the bits and bobs i had also got that day. one of the things i had bought was a matching set of red underwear, they fell out of one of the bags and onto the floor near him he picked them up and passed them over and put them on top of my dress and said " mmmmmmm nice colour they go well with that dress" for a few mins we chatted about prices of things and i asked him what he did for a living. " professional photographer " he beamed and as most women do, i says oh i hate camera's and i do not look good on photo's "mmmmmmmmmmmm" was his answer " why do all women say that" he sat there and just looked at me for a while and said that he thought i would make a fine subject in front of his camera he took the trouble to explain how he worked and what he could do with his camera, and he asked me a few questions about my vital stasistics and my wardrobe at home " oh i have nothing as good as this dress" was my reply, he sat there and you could see by his face he was thinking of something. "what's wrong " i asked him , "oh its nothing much i was just thinking of what you would look like in that dress in front of my camera", once again i told him i do not look good in any photograph " tell you what let me take two or three pictures of you in that dress to proove it" " no way i am not going to stand in front of a camera because i do not look good enough". he passed me a ciggarette and smiled. " what are you smiling at" i asked him " oh nothing " he said . i should have said nothing but my mouth opened and formed the words " ok mr big shot , you think i will look good in photographs, i will have the two or three photo's taken and you will see that you are wasting your time and money" . we got to his studio wich was close to the shops anyway, and he gave me a brief tour of the sets he had made up and his camera's and lighting equipment, he showed me where the changing room was and asked me to put on my new dress. as i had opened my big mouth in the cafe i had no option now. i got my dress on and as i looked in the mirror .. oh my god... does this look nice on me or what ?. well i went into the studio and approached the guy and said i was ready , he just turned his head and wolf whistled soflty " where do you want me to stand then " i asked very sure of my self " i have changed that, you dont have to stand i want you to sit in this chair " he pointed to large rattan chair wiich he had placed in front of a big white sheet on a wall. so here i am sat in this rather large chair feeling all smug , and he took light readings i am sure thats what he said anyway. i was moved this way and that way and all the time he was taking photographs of me ,all whilst i was sat on this chair, after about ten mins or so it seemed to me he said " ok hon lets go see what we have got on this camera . i did say something about how you going to get them developed so quick, he smiled and replied " thats easy this is a digital camera" he walked over to a computer and plugged it in, and asked if i would like another coffee while the pictures where being put on the computer. when the time came for me to look at them i was flabbergasted at the quality of the photographs , and yes the guy was right i did look good in them but dare not say so. he sat there going through all the photographs , about 25 in all and making comments on some of them. but the thing that shocked me most was when he said my underwear that i had on just don't do my photographs any justice. " how do you know that" i asked, and he brought one of the photographs up on the computer screen , of me sat there with my legs open showing my knickers, i called him a dirty old sod and told him to take the photographs off. he just turned and asked me if i would go and put my new underwear on , the ones he had seen on the table in the cafe. and take some real good photographs of me. oh fuck i am in the shit for real now , was my only thought, i should have said no thanks and walked out ,but instead i stood there and said ok have you never seen a girl in black with red undies,they do go well... trust me i often tease harry when we go out , right where was i ,oh yes i remember. i had now got my new dress on and red underwear under that. so i went back into the studio to sit on the chair . which had been swapped for a very comfy two seater sofa, " it will make your photographs much better " he explained so we basicly started from were we left off, but with me sat on the sofa as to that chair and once again i was moved around from postition to position he eventualy asked me to turn round and get on all fours with my back to the camera, and pull my dress up , well i did but only just an inch or so , "oh go on " he says "pull the dam thing up more, dont be shy i have already seen your knickers" so up went my dress to show off more of me,and after one or two shots from this postition i was told to pull my dress right up so he could see all my knickers, or as he put it "all my sexy ass". well i did just that. "open your legs a touch , put your hand on your bottom, now realy spread them legs" all normal poses i as told. " ok wendy turn round face me and slowly take off that dress for me " i was well up for this by now my inhibititons had all disapeared, so off came the dress nice and slow, infact it came off twice from different angles , front and rear i posed a bit more and was asked to sort of sit in the corner of the sofa with me legs apart and pull my gusset to one side, ( oh for fucks sake guys , thats my knicker leg ). i just did it with out even thinking what i was doing he was taking me through all these poses and they were getting worse and worse and i was showing more and more of my body off came my bra though i still had my knickers on i started to feel excited and just did as i was asked i was asked to slip my knickers down bit by bit ,well i did it and slid them down to my knees slowly he could see my well shaven pussy by now and i could see he was getting hot under the collar he asked if i minded if he took a few close up shots of my pussy because he thought it looked so sweet and inviting , lololol i let him. as he got closer and closer he reached out with one hand and started to stroke my legs and run his warm hand up to the top and over the front of my now quivering pussy. i never tried to stop him or even say anything to him, i just layed on the sofa and let him do it, he pulled my knickers all the way off and placed them on the floor next to the all my other clothes i could feel my legs getting wider and wider and his hot breath was on my pussy, he slid his tounge up and down my slit making me wetter and wetter and i could feel my self begining to orgasm. i wanted some cock by now and told him in an un lady like manner to get his bits out or more to the point " i want your fucking cock out now you fucker" before he could take off his trousers i had him on the floor and was yanking them down and trying for all i was worth to get at his cock. it was a struggle but i got it, i took it in my hand and placed it straight in my mouth. i sucked at it for a while then said " come on then ....fuck me hard" i was bent over on all fours once more and he took me from behind. he went slowly in and out but i cried " oh for fucks sake man fuck me hard come on do it i wanna cum" boy did he do just that eventualy he came and all over me, and yes he did get some photo graphs of me coverd in his cum. well we lasted for about 15 mins and we were both knackerd or fucked to say the least we looked at all the photographs he had done over another cup of coffee and i finaly admitted to him he was right about me looking good in front of his camera two weeks later i met him out and about again and was asked if i fancied another go "dam right" i said so off we went to the studio since then i have met him quiet a few times and had my photograph taken in all ways. with toys stuck in me , well toys of sorts including carrots, cucumbers and bottles, i have been introduced to some of his friends and shagged with them both in front of his camera and all over the studio. well your probably sat there thinking did harry know about any of this, well in the end yes and to my suprise he never went off his rocker at me, and he has met my new friends and how the fuck do you think he became as good behind a camera as he is they taught him about taking photographs, developing the negatives and printing them out mostly with me as the model subject THE END