Page 5 of Size Queen
Since she is a natural, a professional, and incredibly sexy, I allow her to decide what poses she is going to take on my Yamaha. My job is simply to point the phone and take pictures, but I’m glad that’s the extent of my labor. I am too aroused for my own good.
She is wearing a gray bikini that goes well with the color and tint of my bike. I am more fixated on Noelle’s eyes than what her bikini allows me to see. She is staring into the lens as if she has the power to see through it and into my soul.
We continue our casual non-conversations while she gives me a variety of captivating things to work with. There are moments when I nearly break—like when she spreads her legs wide across the bike and bends over so that her breasts are resting on my handlebars.
“So, how old are you?” I eventually ask Noelle.
“Twenty-six,” she answers. “You?”
“How old do you think I am?”
“I’d guess about thirty.”
“You’re too kind,” I chuckle. “I’m thirty-two, actually.”
“You could have fooled me,” she says while sliding off the bike to change positions. “Do you think six years is too big an age gap?”
“Not at all,” I quickly answer. “I think it’s perfect.”
Then with impeccable timing, she gets risqué and turns away from the camera. She bends over, sticking her firm, fine ass in the air, and touches her hands to the bike seat.
“It’s—perfect,” I gulp while snapping as many pictures as I can.
“You like my butt?”
“I like every bit of you, to be honest,” I reply. “If you wanted to take the swimsuit off and just pose nude, I’d be all right with that.”
She giggles. “Good to know.”
I am loving every second of this. I know it’s going to have to end sometime, but I’m in no rush. I keep getting her to laugh, hoping that my charm and humor will keep her ensnared until I feel the time is right to ask her out.
The levity is put on hold briefly when Noelle decide to get risqué again. This time, she leans against my bike, facing me. Slowly, she begins to slide her hands up from her knees all the way up to her bikini top.
“Hey there…” I say like an idiot.
She laughs, moving her hands slower once she sees how horny she’s getting me. Then, in the blink of an eye, she flings her bikini top off and covers her nice breasts with her hands. I don’t take pictures immediately, because I am transfixed by what I’m seeing.
“I’m ready for my close-up,” she says with a wink.
I clear my throat and resume photographing this stellar model. My body is yelling at me to replace her hands with my own and to have my way with her… but I have to stay cool.
“So, do you have a girlfriend?” Noelle asks.
“No, ma’am,” I reply. “Not married either. No kids—that I know of.”
“Aha,” she says. “Nice. Yeah, I’m single too with no kids.”
“What a small world,” I say with sarcasm.
“Are you a guy who likes to be single?”
“Hmm. Do I like being single? I’m not sure. I don’t think I’ve ever thought of it that way.”
“I mean, when was your last serious relationship?” she asks.
I know it would be best not to lie. I’ve found that honesty helps keep things strong.
“I don’t know how long it’s been, to be honest,” I says. “It’s been a few years. I’ve never really been one to settle down. Not that I’m opposed to the idea, just… I guess I haven’t met the right girl yet.”