Up close and personal: pussy photography

My girlfriend rang me up about a photo shoot. I cleared my schedule in two minutes. By the time I walked into the studio the air already smelled like her perfume and camera flash powder. She stood there in tiny lace lingerie, blonde hair brushed smooth over her shoulders, big curves on full display. The photographer—another girl I’ve known for years—glanced up from the lens and smiled. “Want in on the next shot?” she asked. She meant my pussy, close and exposed, for some private book she’s putting together. Why not. I slipped my panties down, settled on the couch edge, spread my thighs just enough, and let her zoom right in.