pretty woozy. I sat down on the bed and waited fur him to tell me what position to take. I was feeling so relaxed that my clothing was beginning to feel binding. I wished that I had been somewhere where I could have taken it off and just laid back on the bed but of course I could never do such a thing in the presence of a man.
I looked up and was surprised to find that Larry had left the room, but he soon returned with two glasses in his hand.
'I made us some bora-bora since you like them so well,' he said to me as he handed me one…
'Oh, Larry, I don't know if I ought-'
He interrupted me before I even finished talking and said, 'Nonsense, Gwenn. Let yourself go. I know you like this stuff. Now go ahead and enjoy yourself.'
I took the drink and smiled feebly as I put it to my lips. The stuff really did taste good, Diary, or I wouldn't have kept on drinking it. I wasn't just drinking the bora-boras to make myself get drunk! Deep down I guess I knew that I shouldn't be allowing myself to drink so much, especially since I had constricted in my clothes, but I kept tossing the stuff down all the same.
'Let's try a shot of you lying down, now,' suggested Larry as he shifted his camera around.
'Oh, little 'cheesecake,' huh?' I said.
I must have really been loaded to say that to him, Diary, but I definitely remember saying it.
'No, no-what I'm going to take of you isn't cheesecake, baby,' said Larry, getting more familiar: 'If you want to see some cheesecake, just take a gander at these.'
And he tossed a pile of black and white photos onto the bed beside me.
'Look at those while I get some shots of you, if you want to. You might find that some of them are a little 'raw,' but we're both adults, right?' he said with a little laugh that made me think maybe he wasn't quite the nice, clean-cut fellow that I had taken him to be all evening up 'til that time.
'Now, turn over on your left side,' he told me, 'and turn your head facing me. That's the way. Now stretch your right leg farther toward the edge of the bed.'
I did as he asked.
'No farther,' he said, 'stretch your leg farther toward the edge so it'll make a more graceful geometric line.'
I raised my head a little and looked down so that I could see my leg. It seemed to me that if I did as he asked I would be putting myself where he could look right up my dress. Since I was wearing a mini-dress, I also had on pantyhose, but I still didn't want Larry to be able to see all the way up to where the darker panty top covered my pussy.
When I told him the picture would look bad if I did as he asked he said, 'No, listen, Gwenn. The female form is a beautiful thing. Just because I can see up underneath your dress for a: little way doesn't ruin the picture. In fact, it will make it better, if you think you're showing me a lot, take a look at some of the pictures I just gave you to
look at.'
I said, 'Well, okay. If you're sure I'll look okay with my legs like this.'
Then I began to look at the pictures. Diary, I was amazed at what these pictures showed! They were almost an of girls without their clothes on, A few of them showed girls with panties and brassieres on, but some of them showed girls with not a stitch on.
'Larry,' I yelled, 'these girls are… are naked. Did you take these pictures? What kind of girls would let you take these kind of pictures of them.'
Larry just went right on snapping pictures of me as he answered, 'Just girls who are proud of the way they look Gwenn, that's all. Some are girls I've known but most are models who want to build up a portfolio, or the girlfriends of guys who are friends of mine and know that I can take good pictures. Surely the fact that some of them don't have any clothes on doesn't disturb a girl with your intelligence, does it?'
I guess his subtle flattery may have swayed me a little. I wasn't sure now to react.
'Oh… well, I guess not,' I answered. 'If that's the way it is. I just… uh… never saw pictures like this before.'
I looked back at the pile of snapshots.
'You… you can even see their… the hair between their legs,' I said, not wanting to say 'pussies.' 'Gee, I can see everything these girls have got.'
Larry suddenly came over to where I was lying and started talking excitedly.
'Yes and I want you to notice one thing about, these pictures, Gwenn, every one of them,' he said. 'Not one of those girls is nearly as good looking as you are. Do you realize that? Look at them. You're better looking than any of them,' he said.
I was kind of blushing by the time he finished, in spite of the fact that I was getting so drunk. I know because my face felt so hot and dry.
'Oh, no, Larry,' I giggled, 'lots of these girls are prettier than I am. Look at how pretty this girl here is,' I said, pointing to one of the pictures.
Larry looked at the picture I held in my hand and said, 'No, there's one important difference between this picture and you. All this one shows is the girl's face-but your body is much more attractive than this girl's was. That's why I took a close-up of only her face instead of her entire body.'
I looked at the picture. True, it was just a close-up of the girl's face. I shuflled through the pile of pictures as Larry sat beside me on the bed. Finally I came to one that showed a blonde girl who had a pretty nice figure. I hated to use this one because the girl in the picture was entirely nude, but I wanted to find one that I could show Larry as an example of a good body.
'How about her,' I pointed. 'She has a… uh… nice figure.'
'That girl doesn't even begin to have the breast development that you have, Gwenn. Can't you see that?' he said. Then he added, 'I haven't seen you without, your clothes on, of course, but I can tell just from what I can see bursting through your blouse that you must have a fabulous pair. Admit it, now, Gwenn. Your breasts and legs are much more attractive than this girl's are.'
Then Larry put his hand gingerly on my leg and began to slowly trace his finger from my ankle up toward my thigh as he spoke.
'See how your ankle is so slim here, and how the curve of your calf arches up to your knee in a perfect configuration?'
He was speaking so objectively, so clinically, that I looked down to where his hand was and listened to him as though he were some teacher and I was a student.
'And see how your leg continues on up from your knee in such a slim, trim way. Lots of girls have thighs that get very much thicker than they should starting right about here,' he said, touching my leg well above my knee. Only the heel of his hand was visible. 'His fingers were out of sight under the hem of my dress.
I was feeling so relaxed and carefree from the bora-bora that I didn't do a thing but look at him and nod.
'Oh,' I said, unsteadily, 'really? Are most girls' legs fatter there?'
'Much fatter,' he answered, beginning to stroke my thighs way up under my dress. He was touching me high up on the outside of my leg just below my hip bone. I knew I shouldn't be letting him do it, but it was beginning to feel good to me and deep down in my drunken mind I.thought, 'May I can do it with him. Maybe I can get the kind of wild new thrill I'm in need of. If I suck his cock for him.'
Then I felt his fingers steatlthily creep around to the inner side of my leg. It was right near the crotch of my pantyhose and if I'd been wearing regular panties instead of panty hose he could have just slipped his finger under the elastic and I would have felt it playing in my hairs. As it was, he could only rub me across the tight material that covered my pussy and let me feel the pressure of his finger in the tight crack. And that's just what he did. Soon I was feeling a good solid warmth an around between my legs.
'Oh my God,' I thought to myself. 'If this keeps up I'm finally going to wind up getting myself screwed. And I'd much rather have his prick in my mouth than between my
legs.'
By this time Larry wasn't bothering to talk anymore, he was just giving my pussy the old once over through the thin, mesh material of pantyhose. It felt so good I didn't try to stop him at all. In fact, I began sliding up and down slowly on the bed in rhythm to the movements of his skillful fingers. When he felt me doing this he rolled over
