I had spent two years in college learning everything there is to know about photography and figured that when I graduated, all I had to do was wait for the best job offer to come along.

It didn't quite work out that way.

There just aren't a lot of jobs available for people who want to take artistic pictures.

I tried the freelance scene for a while, but you wouldn't believe the number of people who are willing to give away good pictures for bank calendars just so they can see their name in print! That makes the pickings really meager for those of us who want to earn a living at it, and the few pictures I did manage to sell barely covered the cost of the film.

As it ended up, I took a job at a local camera store just so I could pay the rent. The money wasn't great, but at least I could eat regularly.

I spent my days behind the counter selling cameras and sending film away for processing. Three days a week I worked alone in the store, and on the weekends the owner would work also. The work wasn't too bad, and the hours were pretty good, but I missed the challenge of taking good photographs.

Then one day I got a brilliant idea!

I asked the owner if we could turn the storage room into a studio. That way I would get to do the part of photography I really wanted to do, we could bring more money into the store, and possibly, just possibly, I could get a raise. He said that if I wanted to set it up and run it, he would be willing to invest the money. The raise however would depend on how much business we got.

About a month later the studio was ready, and we put ads in the paper and a big sign in the window. We didn't do too badly for a while, mostly taking pictures of kids and such, but it wasn't enough that I could say we were a booming success. Then my big break came.

I was working in the store alone one day when this tall, beautiful blonde came in and asked if I did model portfolios. It seems she had sent away to a modeling agency for information about becoming a model, and they had written back saying they'd review a portfolio if she sent one to them.

Her name was Sandy, and I told her that I was one of the best portrait photographers around. She made an appointment, and two days later I shot off three rolls of film on her giving her enough for a good portfolio.

About two weeks later she came back.

It seems that the agency liked her pictures, but they said without a few cheesecake shots, her portfolio wasn't complete.

Sandy asked me what 'cheesecake' shots were, and when I told her that they meant semi-nude pictures, I figured she'd leave in a huff. Instead, she asked if I could do them. That posed a problem for me!

You see, Sandy is the kind of girl that gives you a hard-on with just a smile. Long, blonde, silky hair, pale blue eyes, and a body that looks like a blueprint for a roller coaster - all curves - and big curves at that.

She said that she wanted the pictures but asked if I could do them without looking at her.

I told her that I'd be willing to take the pictures, but that I couldn't do it blindfolded. I also told her that she should think of me like she would a doctor. I was just a professional doing my job.

The words sounded good, but the growing, throbbing bulge in my groin told me that there was no way I could keep my cool if this luscious babe started to peel her clothes off.

I told her to think about it, and if she still wanted to do it, to come back the next day around six. I told her that I would make sure that there would be no interruptions, and that we would take the time and effort to get some really good exposures.

Well, the next day rolled around, and by quarter after six, I figured Sandy had decided to forget the whole thing. Then she walked in. I say walked in, but what she really did was make an entrance. She was wearing a halter-top so tight that I could see her pointed nipples trying to stab through the nearly sheer material! Her midriff was bare to below her navel, and below that she wore only a pair of satin shorts. Instant hard-on if you know what I mean!

I told her to relax, while I went and locked the door and put the closed sign up. I turned on the answering machine and then turned my attention back to Sandy.

I could tell that even though she was dressed to cause wet dreams, she was still a bit reluctant to take off her clothes. Well, she certainly had the assets, and I had the talent and expertise to manipulate a camera and filters to bring out her best features.

She told me that she wanted the pictures to look tasteful and artistic, and that she wanted to look like she was a professional nude model. Then she turned to me and asked if it was just her or was it getting warm in the studio. I told her that I had turned the heat up so that she wouldn't catch a chill since this would take about two hours. I then asked her if she was ready to begin.

Sandy said she was, but asked where should she disrobe? I told her that if she felt better about it, she could use the washroom, but then she would have to come out naked. I told her that she might feel more comfortable if she just undressed right here.

She blushed and said she couldn't believe she was going through with this, and then took off her top. As soon as I saw those beautiful boobs, I knew that I better start doing something or by the time she got to her shorts, I'd be ready to blow my load into my own pants. I tried to remain calm about the whole thing, reminding myself that I was being paid to do a job, and that I'd better be a professional about it. When I had all the lights turned on and my film loaded, I turned around to find Sandy standing there completely nude!

"This doesn't bother you a bit does it," she asked.

I tried to keep the quiver out of my voice as I told her again that I had too much to think about what with positioning, framing, camera settings, lighting, and such to get any ideas. I was lying through my teeth as I spoke those words, because Sandy was a natural blonde. It took all my will power not to stare at her pussy. It looked almost bare. I could see that she trimmed it regularly for a nice pubic triangle, but what was left just lightly covered her pussy with the finest wisps of golden fleece.

I led her to the set I had arranged for her, a settee covered with a dark pink spread to accent her delicate pale features and a backdrop of royal blue to make her really stand out. No other props or gimmicks - just pure beauty! I told her to move around as much as she liked for the first roll of film, and she did just that. She stretched and twisted and turned and showed me all her gorgeous assets. I had to change the film in my camera, and while I did, she got up and walked around, looking things over. She sauntered over to me and asked me how she could improve on what we had just done. I told her that if she really wanted to make the pictures look sexy that I could use a bit of oil on her skin to make it glisten. She said OKAY, so I got out a bottle of baby oil and started to rub it into her body. I could see that she was now getting turned on by all this attention, because even though I had not come anywhere near her groin yet, her pubic hair was shining with its own oil.

It was now or never I thought, and without any further hesitation, I told her that I could really make her look good if she trusted me. She just smiled at me and said of course she trusted me, after all, wasn't I the professional who knew how to bring out the best in models? I didn't need any more of an invitation than that. I pressed my lips to hers and drove my tongue in deep. She returned my passionate kiss with the ferocity of a woman who wants cock and wants it bad!

I kissed my way down her body stopping only to nibble on her nipples, then my mouth found that luscious pussy. I could smell her fragrant juices rising up to tantalize me, and as I dove in with my head, I could feel her hands undoing my pants.

She moaned as my cock sprang free from its confines, and without hesitation she pulled it to her mouth. I was licking and kissing her little bud for all I was worth, diving in regularly with my tongue to scoop out more of her honey. I could feel Sandy's pelvis start to buck, then it started grinding against my face, and at the same time she was trying to swallow all of my cock in one gulp.

My juice was building up fast, and just as she climaxed from my tongue work, I shot a gallon of hot cream down her throat. She didn't miss a drop of it either. I turned back to face her, and we kissed again, long and passionately. I had been so horny for this delicious babe that I didn't even lose my hard-on. As we continued to kiss, I positioned myself over her and she took my tool in her hand and guided me into the deepest part of her.

Since I had just climaxed, I had better staying power now, and I fucked Sandy slowly and deliberately. Long, deep thrusts and a slow withdrawal, coupled with a twisting, grinding motion caused her to squirm. Sandy came three more times before I lost control and shot my seed deep inside her. We lay still for a few minutes more, then I got up and started shooting frame after frame. She looked so good and sexy now, her hair was messed up just right, and she had the look of a satisfied woman on her face.

Sandy picked up her pictures the following week, and I never got a chance to relive that night of ecstasy with her. She didn't even want to see what the agency would say about her pictures. After looking through the prints I had developed, she thought that she looked so good in her nude shots she was certain she could find work in the big city, packed her bags and left town.

Now all I have as reminders of my big adventure are fond memories, and these great big enlargements I made from her negatives!