Releasing her hair to fall fully around her shoulders and standing near the wall she looked over her shoulder. The flash of the camera began to imprint shots onto the film, this had begun. Remy laid down for Franco to get aerial shots in her tempting red dress. She sat up, leaning to the side, her eyes capturing the camera to blow it a kiss. He smiles while she slid a thin finger in the back strap of her heel to remove them. Franco set down the camera and came to her "Remy, that was a good start don't you think?" "I believe so also." She smiled. He slid the straps of the dress from her shoulders and down her body. She gave her hips a little wiggle for it to pass over her hips. "Let's do more," seductively grinning, Remy stepped back into the shoot area in front the canvassed wall. The artist loved how the dark silk of her black teddy made such an amazing contrast against her soft cream skin. "These will be set black and white photos my dear, they will be magic." He paced and angled for different shots while his muse toyed with pulling the material higher revealing more of her beautiful legs.
Each snap cataloged the material inching its way up until her hands had balls of silk. She finally pulled the teddy over her and let it pool the floor. "Remy are we enjoying this?" the woman looked down attempting a coy smile but the ferocious intensity that her cool eyes offered the story of a woman that knew what she wanted. The black lace bra and panties made her skin seem to glow. She held out her hand for her glass and continued a shot of her consuming sips of wine. A small drip fell across her lip as she pulled away the glass and he thought that the wine could never taste as good from the bottle as the one drop would taste right now, off of her lips. She saw the way he was observing her mouth and took time to lick her lips for him. She appeared to be a fantasy angel showing off her attributes. One more photo of her lips parted. She finishing the glass she let it settle onto the floor. She glided in Franco's direction. He skilled fingers grasped at his shirt, freeing the buttons holding it together. She pushed it from his body. He kissed and nipped at her bare shoulders. The feeling of his mouth on her made her warm, she loved it. She rubbed at the extending area of his black pants. Franco grunted softly enjoying the feeling of her hand working on him but didn't want to lose this artistic opportunity,
"We should continue before we are too far off track."
He kneeled beside the coffee table that held the projector looking through his bag. He pushed pink slide over the light, turning the whole scene pink. She stood in front and looked as if her exposed body had been kissed by rose petals. She laid out for him, allowing the camera lens to take in the shape of her body. Remy was enjoying how this felt; the lust and creativity they were sharing would always be a wonderful experience to add to their repertoire. She stood turning to the wall. She wanted his hands on her and knew how to get it to happen. She removed her bra and he took a final picture of her from the side looking up like a sweet daydreaming woman. He went to the table turning off the light and placing the camera away. He took the paint pallets from the case. "Are you ready for more art, my dear?" "Yes." She said and walked to him, her short, mostly bare stature standing less than his. He dipped his hands into olive green and wavy blue. He pressed the colors to her skin under her wonderful breast then dragged the color downward on her. Franco looked to choose more color while Remy stood still. She always like how his skin sparked against hers even when he was not focusing on a pleasure point. He stood looking at her body then trained his dark eyes on hers, playful was the vibe he was giving her and she smiled at the feeling. His fingers were dipped in deep reds and soft pinks so the artist began a trail from his previous handprints upward to around her collarbone and neck. Dipping into the palette again before lowering his head to her chest level and slowly kissed and licked her left nipple while rubbing small circles into the soft skin around his mouth. Orange fingers and white palms left smudges and traces as her went left to right treating both breasts to tender attention. Then his hands went to her neck as his lips caught hers in a passionate, lustful battle for dominance. Remy put more into the kiss as the artist's colorful hands roamed her body fueling the need for her hands on him. She pulled at the zipper and snap of the splattered black pant. He stepped back and looked at his human canvas. She looked like a kaleidoscope and the starting point could not exactly be found. Franco sat on the tarp, smiling at his work, "Abstract." She looked down at herself then at him, her pleasure center warm as she eased to Franco on the floor. He lay back while Remy kissed his neck, her breath and breast passing over his skin. The music seemed to motivate the removal of the remaining articles of clothes then Remy straddled the artist. She rocked on his length to begin her pace. She eased up and down. Enjoying the ride of her excitement compounded with the intense gaze he had her entranced in. The pace was quickened and his hands were holding her steady as his strong body began to lift into her. He loved the way her body sways above him and when she grabs her breasts. She left one hand take a nipple between the pointer finger and thumb. He put one hand to the front of her muff and thumbed at her nub. That sent her head back and a moan erupted from her chest. Franco gritted his teeth a little the sight of her pleased with his performance would send him over the edge too soon. He wanted to hold out. The lyrics of the music seem to have disappeared and now Remy could only focus on the shattering effect that the artist was causing her body; her nipples hard as pebbles and she could feel herself about to completely cover him. Then a sound broke through her sexual haze. A ringtone, his work ringtone.