by Ivy Jordan
I jumped into his strong arms, shaking like a little kid after a zombie got too close for comfort. I hated how real they looked, and how they just appeared from out of nowhere in the dark woods.
Josh laughed so hard his chest bounced me as he held me in his arms. At first, I didn’t find it as amusing as he did. But, his arms made me feel safe, allowing me to laugh at my ridiculousness with him.
We made it to the end of the path, allowing my heart to calm as the light from beyond the woods appeared. Josh didn’t put me down when we exited the woods, but instead carried me to the car.
My arms wrapped loosely around his neck as I stared into his beautiful blue eyes. “I must say, this is a first for me,” he laughed.
“What’s that?” I asked.
“Scaring the hell out of a date,” he said softly, staring at me with concern.
“I loved every minute of it,” I lied.
He chuckled. “No, you didn’t.”
His laughter was contagious, pulling me into the hysterical fit of amusement over my attempt at such a monumental lie.
His chest lifted me upward as he took a deep breath and sighed to calm down from his laughter. I could feel his heartbeat speed up, and suddenly, the moment was very quiet and calm. It was as if the entire world disappeared while Josh’s lips pressed against mine.
His tongue slid delicately across my lips, parting them as I let out a soft sigh of delight. Wow, this man makes me so hot.
Suddenly, our tongues were entangled, slowly gliding around each other. My grip tightened around his neck, and his arms flexed as they positioned me comfortably enough to melt into him. I did. I melted.
“I’ve had a great time,” he said , his voice soft as our mouths separated.
“Me too,” I agreed.
He set me down on my feet beside the car. He opened the passenger door and held my hand to help me inside. I watched as he walked around the car, every muscle, every curve, soaking it all into my memory for later that night when I dreamed about him.
The ride home was quiet. His hand gripped mine until we pulled up in front of my house. I hated for the night to end, but I knew he’d told me he had to work early in the morning, and it was already close to midnight. He opened the door for me, helped me from the car, and walked me to my door. I’d never experienced a man like that before. He was a gentleman.
“Can I call you again?” he asked.
Please!
“Yes,” I said, holding back my excitement.
He leaned in, kissing me softly on the cheek, and then walked back towards his car. I wanted more. I wanted so much more.
Chapter Three
“Can you be at the studio today at three?” Tamara asked.
“Yes,” I agreed quickly.
I watched Tamara grip her petite hands around the over-sized coffee mug and take a long sip. Her eyes were locked onto mine with a strange look of concern.
“Have you seen Josh anymore?” she asked cautiously.
I hadn’t. Not since our date, but I knew he had gone on a twenty-four-hour shift right after. He did text, at least a couple times a day. “No. We’ve talked,” I admitted.
“So, just the one date?” she asked.
I nodded, unsure of where she was going. A thick glob of anxiety sat in my gut, slowly rising to my chest as I waited for her to elaborate.
“Well, this may be an awkward day,” she chuckled nervously.
“Why?”
She took another long sip of her coffee, and then carefully placed the mug on the counter. “The pictures are a bit steamier,” she said.
I’d left a streak of excitement in the crotch of the bikini bottoms during the first shoot. I couldn’t imagine how it could get any steamier than that.
“I understand if it’s too awkward and you don’t want to do it,” she said quickly.
I could note the hint of irritation in her voice. Why wouldn’t I want to do it?
“I told you I could keep our private life separate from the shoot. I wouldn’t let you down,” I pleaded.
“It’s just, well… you’ll be nude in the shoot,” she said, quickly clearing her throat.
“Nude?” I asked, shocked, excited… mortified.
“Yes. Of course, the pictures will be tastefully edited not to include any private parts in the finals,” she said quickly.
The final prints were the least of my worries. Nude? With Josh?
“Emily, I get it if this is something you can’t do. I’ll call another model for the shoot,” Tamara said.
Another model? Another nude model wrapped in Josh’s arms? “No. I can do it,” I snapped.
“Are you sure?” she asked.
I nodded. The glob in my gut rose through my chest and rested at the bottom of my throat. I couldn’t speak. I smiled, trying my best to show confidence in my agreement.
“Okay. I’ll see ya at three,” she said, grabbing her bag and heading out the door.
Oh my God! What had I agreed to? This was horrible, and strangely delicious all at the same time.
My morning, and most of my afternoon, was spent grooming. I showered, shaved, and lathered in scented lotions. This wasn’t exactly how I pictured my first time naked with Josh, but I couldn’t let Tamara down, and I needed the money. Mostly, I couldn’t imagine another woman in Josh’s bare arms. No way!
I stood in the mirror, naked and judgmental.
My phone rang, pulling me out of the stress-filled trance I was in. I looked at the screen; a number not saved in my contacts appeared. The casting agents? I had given up on them calling; it’d been over a week and I hadn’t even received a rejection. “Hello?” I answered.
“Is this Emily Warren?” the stale voice asked on the other end of the phone.
“Yes. This is Emily Warren,” I agreed.
“This is Lola Fernading with Isola Productions. You auditioned for the part of Lucinda for our upcoming movie, Til Death Do Us Part. The casting agents spoke very highly of you, and have decided you’d be perfect for the part. Are you still available?” she asked.
I was bursting with excitement as I gripped my phone so tightly in my hand it hurt.
“Yes. Of course,” I agreed quickly.
“Great. You’ll need to be in our studio tomorrow morning at nine to go over the details of your schedule,” she said quickly.
“Yes. I’ll be there. Thank you,” I said before the woman hung up.
I was in a movie! I was the lead!
I let out a squeal of excitement after hanging up the phone. I forgot all about the nudity, and the anxiety I would experience in a couple hours. I was on cloud nine.
After dressing into a thin sundress, and lathering another coat of lotion on my skin, I headed to Tamara’s studio, hoping to get there way before Josh.
“I got the part,” I announced to my roommate and my friend as I arrived.
Tamara’s eyes widened and her smile tore across her face at the news. “That is amazing!” she exclaimed, gripping my shoulders tightly, and pulling me in for an embrace.
“What’s your schedule?” she asked.
“I don’t know yet. I find out tomorrow. I believe it is a local production, so I shouldn’t be traveling anywhere,” I said, easing her worries about losing her model.
“Just keep me informed if you can’t do this anymore. I understand if you can’t, or even just don’t want to,” she said.
I knew if it weren’t for Josh, I’d probably let her find a replacement.
“Since you’re here early, why don’t you go ahead and let Marcus get you prepped,” she suggested.
Her head motioned towards the tall, flamboyant blond man who’d done my makeup before. Ugh!
“Okay,” I hesitated, lingering at the table filled with croissants and gourmet jellies.
“Go ahead, if you want to be bloated for your scene,” Tamara laughed as she caught me eyeing the food.
“I’ll wait,” I replied with a grin.
Marcus ushered me i
nto a private dressing room where he quickly asked me to strip out of my clothes. I’d never done a nude scene before, but I had promised to be okay with a sex scene in the movie. In my movie!
I slid my shoulder straps from my skin and slowly let the dress fall to the floor around my ankles. My nipples instantly hardened at the cool air-conditioned room, making me feel even more self-conscious. Marcus didn’t show any expression as he stared at my body with intent. “Okay, how’s your downstairs?” he asked.
“Wh-what?” I stammered.
“Have you shaved? Do you have any unsightly birthmarks or bumps?” he asked with an exhausted tone.
“That won’t be shown,” I stated firmly.
“Yes. Well aware of the shoot layout for the day. You will, however, be nude, all the way nude. If you have anything you would like me to hide, I suggest you show me now,” he said with a smirk.
“I am fine,” I said, slipping out of my panties.
I’d never felt so uncomfortable as Marcus knelt down with his face in my crotch. “Turn,” he ordered.
I did.
“You went to the beach, didn’t you?” he asked, rising to his feet once again.
I nodded.
“I hate tan lines. They are so tacky,” he snorted.
He walked away, leaving me nude in the small room, and feeling very self-conscious. I heard Josh’s voice outside the door, causing my pussy to swell between my legs. Marcus returned with a can of bronzer and an air brush. He instructed me to turn, lift my arms, lift my breasts, and hold my hair off my back as he sprayed me to a perfectly even tan. He brushed areas to smooth them, tickling my skin with the bristles. “Open your legs,” he instructed. I did, letting him tickle my swollen flesh with the brush.
“Bend over,” he ordered.
I hesitated, not sure if I wanted to do that at all. “It’s to prevent any lines. You don’t want white lines, do you?” he asked.
I shook my head, and slowly bent over, exposing my ass and everything hidden between my legs to this irritating man. “Perfect,” he said quickly. That was the first nice thing he’d said to me.
“Stay here, and don’t touch anything for at least five minutes,” he ordered, and left me alone once again.
Josh’s voice was deep and sexy as it vibrated through my body from the other side of the door. Excitement rushed through me, knowing I would be in his arms shortly, and he’d get his first glimpse of my nude body.
“Whenever you’re ready,” Tamara yelled through the door with a quick tap on the wood.
“Okay,” I said, my voice shaky and weak.
I gripped the robe left on the hook and wrapped it around my body. My fingers gripped the doorknob, slowly opening it to avoid the upcoming agony for as long as I could. There he was. Josh was so beautiful, so calm. He had a towel wrapped around his waist, one that was barely large enough to cover him from my eyes. Marcus stared in his direction, his tongue pushing across his lips and alerting anyone who didn’t already know that he loved men.
“Hey, stranger,” Josh said with a nervous laugh.
“Hey,” I said softly.
“So, you okay with this?” he whispered.
“I am, if you are,” I replied with a smile.
“I’m going to start with some upper body shots, just to get you two comfortable,” Tamara said.
I nodded and then looked back at Josh. “This is so hard,” I whined.
“No. It really isn’t,” he looked downwards towards his covered cock and laughed.
His joke made me giggle, relaxing me enough to fall into his arms and let my robe fall from my body. I was pressed against him hard, so at least he couldn’t see anything.
Tamara took the shots as we embraced. Our hands caressed one another’s bodies, and that chemistry the client loved so much quickly ignited.
A large bed covered with red silk sheets was our next stop. Josh released me from his grip, stepping back to get his first real look at the soft body that had been pressed against him. He smiled. “Amazing,” he whispered.
I couldn’t resist a quick peek between his legs. His cock fell limp, but still impressive, against his thigh. My eyes lingered for a moment too long, causing it to twitch with excitement. The muscles in his legs were thick and powerful, and as he turned, his ass cheeks looked like two boulders shoved beneath tan, smooth skin. My god!
It wasn’t difficult for Tamara to get the shots she needed. The chemistry between Josh and I was explosive, and for a moment, I forgot that we were on set. His body entangled in mine, the sheet rolling between us, and the feel of his cock hardening against my side made me crazy.
The silk sheets tucked between my legs, protecting me from being entered. I was wet, swollen, and knew the sheets were another item that would need to be washed. How was I going to sneak these home in my purse?
“Thank you, guys. That was amazing,” Tamara said, fanning herself off.
Marcus was in the corner of the room with a clipboard over his crotch. Yeah, we were hot together, everyone could see that.
“I feel like I owe you dinner,” Josh laughed.
“At least,” I teased.
“Why don’t you go home and grab your bikini and then meet me at my house? I’ll prepare dinner, offer you wine, and do all the things I should’ve done before climbing into bed with you naked,” he smiled.
“Yes. That sounds perfect,” I agreed.
He sent me a quick text with his address and then made sure I knew where I was going. It wasn’t far from the haunted house we’d visited, like he said. In Santa Monica, on the beach. Holy shit.
Tamara pulled me aside before I left to tell me how proud she was of me. I was proud of myself. I thought for sure I’d freeze up, but being in Josh’s arms felt natural, even with the camera snapping pictures.
I arrived at the address Josh had given me a couple hours later. The house was a beautiful stone home nestled deep in the chiseled cliff’s shore. My finger shook as it pushed the doorbell, and my heart raced as the loud ding sounded.
Josh opened the door wearing a tight t-shirt with his firehouse logo and a smile that melted my heart.
“Glad you made it,” he said cheerfully, motioning for me to come inside.
The home was lined with windows, from ceiling to floor. The view was astonishing with the ocean slapping at the sand just past his infinity pool. “Wow,” I exclaimed, unable to hide my shock.
“Are you hungry?” he asked, moving towards the delicious scents coming from the kitchen.
“Starved,” I admitted, realizing I hadn’t eaten at all. I planned on taking a croissant after the shoot, but I was so worked up, I’d forgotten.
“Have a seat. I’ll bring you a glass of wine,” he said, motioning me to the antique mahogany table situated near a large window.
I took my seat, stared out at the view and waited for Josh to bring me the wine I so desperately needed to calm my nerves. “Is there anything I can do?” I asked as he handed me the delicate crystal glass filled with red wine.
“No. It’s all ready. I hope you like scallops,” he said hopefully.
I nodded, sipped my wine, and watched him walk back into the kitchen. Damn, his body had me sweating.
“Dinner is served,” he said with a smile.
I stared at the plate he sat before me in awe. Scallops, seared to perfection, and thin pasta with a pesto sauce. “You can cook, too? Is there anything you can’t do?” I asked.
“That’s just part of the job. We all take turns cooking at the firehouse,” he replied.
He watched me as I took my first bite, and his eyes danced with pleasure at my obvious satisfaction. “This is amazing. You’re amazing,” I said softly.
“You never told me about the part you auditioned for. Did you get it?” he asked.
“I did.”
He quickly scooped me from my seat and held me in his arms. “I never doubted you,” he whispered.
This man was too perfect. I felt my body melting into his
strong arms, my heartbeat syncing with his, and suddenly, I realized, he could be serious trouble for my heart.
“Did you bring your bikini?” he asked.
Fuck. I forgot in my rush to get there. It was on the counter; I could still picture it there.
I shook my head, pushing out my bottom lip to pout.
“That’s okay. It’s really private here,” he assured me with a wink.
“Yeah, being nude in private is important,” I laughed.
“I wanted to get you into the hot tub,” he said, a flirtatious edge in his voice.
That sounded amazing. I could use a hot soak, especially with a scorching-hot man beside me. “If it makes you feel better, I’ll pretend I forgot my suit, too,” he chuckled.
Yes. That makes me feel so much better.
Josh grabbed the bottle of wine, and both of our glasses as he led me through the large patio doors. The sun was already going down, and the dim light of the tiki torches near his hot tub was romantically intoxicating.
He set the glasses and bottle down on the ledge of the hot tub. He stripped off his shirt, exposing the muscles I’d been yearning to see. His chest was tight, chiseled, and hard. God, I wanted to touch him.
I watched as he kicked off his shoes, and his hands rested on the button to his pants. He smiled, somewhat nervously, only adding to my excitement. “Here goes,” he laughed, undoing his pants and stripping them from his body.
His cock wasn’t hard, but it wasn’t limp either. My eyes lingered on the flesh that hung between his legs. My mouth watered, my nipples tightened, and my clit swelled at such a delicious sight.
“Your turn,” he said softly, stepping into the tub of rippling water.
I took a deep breath before sliding my dress from my shoulders. My skin tingled from the cool wind coming from the beach as his eyes took me in. “You are beautiful,” he said with a grin.
I felt beautiful. In that light, standing nude as Josh stared at me with such appreciation, I felt beautiful.
My foot teased the water by dipping in quickly and then pulling back out. It was hot and soothing. Josh smiled as I finally worked my way into the water. My breasts tightened as the hot water whipped around them.
Josh’s hands gripped my waist, pulling me gently across the hot tub and into his lap. My legs parted, straddling his thick waist and letting the hardness of his cock tease my body. “I’m sorry. I just can’t resist you,” he said softly.