Authors Notes::

MyFriend NanaTsuYoru, I have already mentioned in the Authors Notes of the first chapter that i am posting the chapter from Hentai Foundry to here.

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They had a few more sessions together over the following weeks, and they had more such incidents between them. Nothing serious came of it, and Naruto saw no reason to bother his wife with accounts of Temari's flirting or his own occasional wandering eye. It was going well, and Temari was giving him loads of excellent material, even if she was also sometimes trying his patience. The woman did NOT know when to let something go, or when it was time to call it quits. Perhaps that was one of her strengths, but it was also a bit of a weakness.

For their latest shoot, Naruto had decided to try something safer. He picked out a less revealing outfit for Temari to try, and he did it in a more open place. They went to the city park, and Temari—wearing a white sundress—posed among the trees. Shooting in the studio was much easier, because natural light was petulant and unpredictable, and a passing cloud could ruin his set-up and force several adjustments. But it was a clear day so shooting in the open ought to be manageable, and in the shade of the trees where they were presently set up, he didn't have to rely on the fickle sun.

Temari adopted a serene expression, standing in a gap between two trees with her back to Naruto. She had a sunhat on to complete her ensemble, and she gazed out into the distance with an affectation of mystery. The white fabric of the dress rippled with each shift of her body and every breath of the air, the garment flowing down from Temari's shoulders to a bit above her knees. He could make out the contours of her hourglass figure even through this modest outfit, but there was much less skin showing, and much less of an opportunity for anything inappropriate to transpire.

But his first priority was getting a good shoot, and this setting and this outfit had been chosen for that before they had been chosen to limit the chances for temptation. They were good for both, and he was pleased with himself for the choice as he prepared to take the first picture. He chose a low angle for this shot, getting close to the ground and aiming up at Temari's back. He wasn't so far down that there was a risk of getting an upskirt shot, but he was aware in the corner of his mind of how the breeze danced and teased the hem of Temari's sundress as he pressed his finger over the button. Now and then, a gently curling air wafted just so along the dress, and a portion of fabric would flutter upward an inch, baring a little of Temari's thighs. But it could not rise far enough to expose anything excessive, and these flashes were, if provocative, only tastefully and endurably so.

Click. Click. Click.

The camera made the noise of a shutter snapping despite being digital, and Temari's form was blazoned onto the camera's display, showing the picture that had been taken. But Naruto did not pause more than a second to examine this photo, checking only to see that the lens cap was off and the lighting was good, before proceeding to get a few more shots from this position, getting a redundant amount to choose from in case one or two of the pictures turned out poorly. When he was satisfied that he had enough shots from this angle, he shifted his position, moving alongside Temari, and he gestured for her to strike a different pose. The blonde smiled and cupped one hand over her chest, the sheer salacious swell of which no garment could possibly obscure, while raising another hand as if to wistfully brush aside a few tresses of hair. It was a breathtaking image, evocative with a mix of innocence and lurking sensuality, Temari looking dreamlike and ethereal despite her figure's base eroticism.

Naruto snapped a few pictures from this position, each depression of the button engraving ones and zeroes with the semblance of this scene, burning another picture of Temari into his camera's memory card. With a similar rapid-fire as before, taking only occasional pauses to ensure no gross defects in the shot, Naruto archived a suitable sample size of pictures from which the best example could later be chosen. Temari held her pose without faltering, perfectly professional in her poise, and her expression did not change until Naruto lowered the camera and gestured for her to move, indicating that he was satisfied with what he had gotten from this angle.

"Why don't you sit on that boulder?" he suggested, indicating a large, roughly flat stone a couple feet away. "Go for a more carefree look."

Temari smiled and nodded, and she moved to take his advice. Turning around, she planted her backside on the stone and scooted back. She grasped the brim of her sunhat as if adjusting its angle or moving to take it off, and she planted a hand idly at her side. She adopted an idyllic smile, and her eyes grew less smoldering and contemplative, softening to glitter with a careless cheer and a mature whimsicality. Her glance passed over Naruto's, and they met each other's eyes as he moved up to ready for another series of shots. The man nodded, satisfied with this pose, and he paused only to check the lighting (it was a little darker here, so he turned on the flash) and the composition (making sure Temari was the focus of the shot but not taking it up completely, and positioned not dead center but just to one side in an aesthetically pleasing fashion). When he was convinced that these were all good, he took a few more pictures.

Now Temari leaned back and removed her hat, placing it in her lap and toying with her hair, and she let her expression grow cheekier, like she was holding a witty joke in reserve. Her manner was merrier and more playful now, and she positioned herself to express more of an energy in her body, as if she was ready to spring from the stone and go dancing through the trees. Then she stood up on the stone and raised the hem of her dress, keeping it just low enough that nothing naughty would get into the shot but glancing coyly to Naruto's left as if flirtatiously eyeing someone who interested her. There was a saucier air to her now, something sultrier and more seductive, a vivacious eroticism that invited all sorts of leering, and she cocked her hips and stretched out her legs, letting nearly the full length of them be seen. And the camera went click-click-click as Naruto took the photos, preserving that look and that posture for anyone and everyone to see.

Temari got bolder, and her eyes became steamier. With less of acting played and more of action meant, she leaned forward, stepping down from the stone and letting her bosom hang low. Although the sundress did not have any sort of really precipitous neckline, it was open enough to show her collar at least, and with how she bent over, the neck of it hung low and exposed a more than merely modest amount of her lush, enticing cleavage. The weight of her dangling mammaries could be intuited at a glance, and despite himself, Naruto paused in the middle of preparing for the next picture. Intrusive thoughts forced themselves into his head, and half against his will, he imagined how Temari's breasts would feel in his hands, how they would weigh down on his palms and resist attempts at lifting by virtue of their sheer ponderous mass. In spite of himself, he almost wanted to reach out and grab Temari's chest, to grope and test her sizable, appetizing bosom. But these were only fleeting thoughts, and tamping down on this treacherous subconscious part of himself, he suppressed those impulses and forced them back into hiding like a secret, forbidden cult.

Naruto took more pictures of Temari, not telling her to change her pose. She thrust more of her cleavage into the frame with each shot, asserting her assets as the single prime focus. Naruto did not protest this with any vehemence, and he continued to take the pictures. His apparent passivity emboldened the model, who saw him seemingly stunned into acquiescence by her beauty, and she grew even more forward. Though they were in the city park, in public where anyone might happen by and see them, Temari smiled and grabbed the skirts of her sundress when Naruto finished this latest salvo of shots, and stepping toward him she pulled up on her dress, hauling it like a curtain being raised. Up, up, up it went, knees and thighs revealed, and further up, up, up past the point of no return, enough was shown to prove that she had gone commando—and still more was shown, more and more, her navel and her abdomen and her sternum, and farther, farther, farther she raised the dress while Naruto stared in disbelief, lifting it up past her titanic tits, up over her head, and finally let it flutter down onto the stone behind her while she stood fully exposed, buck naked before the photographer.

Blankly, Naruto gawked at this full-frontal nudity, staring at Temari's naked body. His mouth worked open and closed like the mouth of a goldfish, and his eyes wandered dazedly over the hills and valleys of the model's voluptuous body. For a moment he couldn't think of what to say, and he hardly knew how he ought to react. But he was a professional even if just a freelancer, and after a moment of dumbstruck silence, he rediscovered his voice and found a new firmness to instill in his spine. He breathed in slowly, deeply, then exhaled, and he gestured for Temari to strike a pose. He affected a state of unconcern as he looked at Temari, and as the seconds ticked by he reached a point where it could almost be believed that her nudity had no effect on him at all. But Temari had seen him falter, and peering covertly down toward his groin, she could see signs of stirring and shifting, of something that rose abortively, halted partway by a careful exercise of arousal-dampening thoughts, and she quirked an eyebrow.

"Do you like the view?" she asked, her voice low and husky. "This body is my pride and joy as a model. Do you think it's cut out for a professional career?"

Her words carried manifold layers of suggestion and insinuation, and her eyes were like sparks from the clash of flint and steel, ready to kindle whatever they fell upon with flames of desire. It was an inviting, provocative gaze, and again nothing affected Naruto so much as the sheer forwardness of her actions. She was far bolder than other girls. She had the kind of ruthless, aggressive mentality that would probably serve her very well in the cutthroat modeling world. Whether this quality was otherwise entirely creditable was another matter. But she knew what she wanted, and she was ready to do whatever it took to get her hands on it.

Naruto swallowed, temporarily mute. Temari was very close, and he was reminded of the start of their first session together.

"…With a body like that," he answered carefully, reservedly, "I think you can go very far."

Temari's eyes smoldered with satisfaction, and smugly she clasped his hand. Naruto thrilled at the touch, and it was almost impossible to think of a reason why he should pull away. He stood there motionless, keenly aware of Temari's naked body, held raptly in place by her entrancing, steamy eyes.

Her lips moved, and Naruto watched them work with a singular fascination. It took a few seconds for him to process the fact that she was speaking, and a few more seconds for his intoxicated mind to parse the musical sounds of her voice. He stared at her lips even as he finally processed her words, staring at them as a man who had found a new obsession.

"And how far do you want me to go, handsome…?❤"

Naruto tried to say something, but no words came out. Partly this was because his mind stalled out before he could formulate a reply, and partly it was because Temari stood on her tiptoes and closed the last vestiges of distance between them, pressing her immense bosom against his chest and sealing her soft, warm, savory lips over his mouth. The woman kissed him before he could even think of a reply, and he stood there dumbly with the blonde embracing him, blinking and stiff as Temari smacked her lips and groaned deliberately into his mouth. She was torturing him with her touch, and it was all he could do not to lose his mind or completely forget himself.

But he did partially succumb, and against his better judgement he moved his hands—not to push Temari off, but to take hold of her, resting his palms on her hips and digging his fingers lightly into her skin. He worked the flesh with an automatic fondling, going into the mode of action he had hitherto reserved for his wife, and he leaned into the kiss half unwittingly, panting and opening his mouth to meet Temari's adventurous tongue. He grew hot, and he grew hard, and this time he did not try to suffocate his erection with unsexy thoughts. He allowed it to reach full mast in his trousers as Temari's naked body pressed against his, and he felt the trunk of a tree catch his weight as he leaned drunkenly back.

Temari was lighter than he expected, yet the weight of her body seemed to pin him down like a boulder. He could not move from underneath her, and he could not possibly push her off of him. He was at the blonde's mercy, and he didn't even know if he wanted to escape. He simply met her kiss, smacking his lips and swirling his tongue about hers, twining their members in a lascivious oral embrace while Temari's voluptuous body rose and fell against him, sliding up and down his form with sultry, deliberate motions. Her ass bobbed, her hips rocking, and her tits squashed on his chest, dragging up and down obscenely.

She was so soft, so hot, so unabashedly erotic. She was confident in her body, proud of her looks, and she wasn't afraid to get down and dirty. She was eager to embrace him, to kiss him and touch him and feel him hold her, eager in a way he could scarcely even remember his own wife being—not since their honeymoon. She wanted him, and she had no qualms about conveying this fact with word and deed. She had said as much plenty of times, flirting and coyly inviting him, and she had not once hesitated to touch him, to get up close and distractingly personal. She wanted him so badly, and she made such a convincing case for why he should give her what she asked for. He almost couldn't remember any reason for him to say no, he was so absorbed in her body, so fascinated by her plumpness and her tightness, by her smooth skin and her bountiful curves.

She shoved her tongue into his mouth, and her hands roved over his body, stroking and grasping, pawing and fondling. She groped for his zipper and tried to yank it down, and she tossed her hips and smacked her plump bottom against one of Naruto's own unwittingly bold hands, the man reflexively grabbing her ass and working it with his fingers. Naruto was rock-hard, and he was beginning to lose himself in the taste and smell and feel of Temari, intoxicated by everything about this woman. She was too much to bear, too gorgeous to resist. He just wanted to let go. In spite of himself, a growing part of Naruto wanted nothing more than to throw aside his reservations and fuck this woman the way she so obviously wanted. It would feel good, he had no doubts about that, and maybe it would even shut her up. Yes… Why didn't he just do it? He was already erect, and she was already pulling his zipper down. It would be more effort to say no. He had already come this far.

But he couldn't let himself do it. Even as the temptation grew more powerful, the resistance grew stauncher, a last gasp of virtue surged up inside him, and with heroic effort his better nature reminded him of his vows. His conscience jarred him out of this haze, a subconscious whisper of "You know this is wrong," shaking off the snaring coils of desire and bringing Naruto back to his senses. He opened his eyes and looked down at Temari, and while he felt longing for her still, a lust to have her and an admiration of her exceptional beauty, he also felt a mixing of pity, disgust, resentment, and anger. He stirred, and this time it was not to reciprocate her attentions.

With very slightly more force than he meant to, Naruto pushed Temari off. She staggered back, reeling but not losing her balance, and she raised her eyes to him, partly curious and partly offended. But Naruto was resolute, and he met her pout with two steely blue orbs.

"No…" he said. "This isn't okay. I'm married."

"Does that matter?" she replied, silkily cooing, quickly recovering and approaching him once more. "Come on… it isn't like your wife has to know. Don't you want a piece of this, you stud? Come on…" She cupped a hand over his groin, fondling the tent he had pitched while she was kissing him. "A handsome guy like you shouldn't have to tie himself down to a single girl❤"

Naruto only gave her a stern look.

"I don't think we should see each other anymore," he said. "I'll give you the pictures for your updated portfolio. Then we'll go our separate ways."

Temari hesitated, momentarily looking really concerned.

"How will I get home?" she asked. "I don't have a car. You drove me here."

"You can call a cab."

"My phone's battery is dead."

"You can use mine."

"But I don't have the money for a cab either. I left my purse at home…"

Temari gave him doe eyes, pouting and clasping her hands under her bosom. Naruto cursed and looked away, groping for his wallet. He checked and found that he didn't have enough money on hand to pay for her cab ride. He was used to using his debit card for most purchases, but that wouldn't work here.

"You can walk home," he said, but there was a little less heat in his tone, and his words were slightly less hard. He couldn't keep up his ire indefinitely, and the longer Temari pouted at him, the sorrier he felt for her. "And put your clothes back on."

"But it's a long way to my apartment…" Temari said as she turned around and bent over to pick up the sundress. She gave Naruto a goodly eyeful of her nether regions, and he couldn't quite bring himself to look away from her big, meaty ass and her hot, puffy cunt. She was doing a remarkably good job of looking both sexy and pitiful. "…And it isn't safe for a girl like me to walk alone."

Naruto swore.

"Fine! I'll drive you home… But after this, I don't ever want to see you again. Not if you can't be professional."

Temari smiled, and she did not look the least bit chastened.

"Mmm… You really are such a gentleman. I like that in a guy❤"

Naruto hated that something inside him swelled at her remark, but he had already agreed to give her a ride, and he wouldn't go back on his word. He just hoped she would stop this ill-advised flirting sooner rather than later.

She wouldn't, and she would only get more aggressive about it.