A little fiction to spice up your day:

I started out the day as usual, arriving at the office around 8:30 a.m. I was wearing my vintage navy blue skirt and sleeveless matching top with white stitching in the wide boatneck collar and curved triangular buttons down the front. It turns out that my boss’s partner had a meeting across town and he had taken his secretary along, and the photographers were out on assignment, so only Derek and I were in the office.

We were a bit ahead of schedule with the magazine copy, and Derek sent me to the photo studio to find the photo collection we were going to use in the story. When I got there, I looked through pile of photos on the table, and got interested in the gorgeous young model. Her eyes, looking at me from the pictures were inviting me in, her poses echoing her lust. I looked around at the photo set which was still intact from the shoot and imagined her there, in front of the camera, posing as she did in the pictures and in other ways my mind fantasized.

I tiptoed over to the set and stood where she would have been, facing the camera on the tripod and began to imagine myself as a model… pretending the camera shutter was clicking fast and furious, I posed, moved, postured, and made love to the camera, following the photographer’s instructions I was hearing in my head.

I confess I got a bit carried away in the moment and hiked up my skirt and began to try some racier poses, thinking of her, still addressing the camera lens. Just then, Derek walked in, “Janie… oh… OHHH! What do we have here?”

I blushed and tried to cover up but it’s not like he had any doubts about what was going on or what he saw… I sank to my knees in despair, but still strangely aroused and looked at him through my tousled curls. He was standing behind the tripod, his hand on the shutter. “C’mon, baby,” he said soothingly, “give us a smile.”

(To be continued…)