4 .
Nala had to hand it William, because over the duration of their time together, he had barely looked at her boobs.
The dress she was wearing was made to accentuate her curves, especially her breasts, but as they sat enjoying dinner and drinks together, she noticed his eyes straying to her cleavage only a few times, and he was sly about it, only letting his gaze fall to her large,
perfect breasts for a fraction of a second before looking back up into her almond colored eyes.
“So,” Nala took a sip from her cartoonishly large margarita. “You never told me what you were doing lingerie shopping. Have a special someone waiting at home?”
William laughed and flashed her that shy grin of his.
In her time she had met many, many beautiful men with perfect teeth, perfect smiles, and perfect bodies, but those men had the time, money, and resources to dedicate themselves to looking like something out of an underwear ad.
Those men loved to flash their expensive cars in front of her and even more expensive houses and flaunt their lavish lifestyle.
Guys like that were a dime a dozen though, and eventually all ran together.
There was something raw about William, something genuine and real. The way his hair fell to the side with a few strands dangling across his forehead seemed effortless. Nala particularly enjoyed how he spoke to her, like she was just a person and not a thing that he was trying to impress.
“Well, no, no one waiting on me.” William smiled at her.
“So the underwear was for you then?” Nala prodded with a smile.
“Nope, wrong again.” He laughed.
“Well come on, don’t leave me in suspense.” She took another sip from her margarita.
No matter how much she drank, it seemed like there was an endless supply of liquid inside of the oversized drink. William had taken her to Mexican restaurant with outdoor beach seating, and the ocean breeze on Nala’s back and the sounds of people playing in waves was music to her ears.
“It’s for a model, we have a shoot coming up tomorrow.” William shrugged.
“A model?” Nala asked.
“I’m a photographer.” William nodded.
Nala laughed, unable to believe her luck. She had evaded photographers with the help of a photographer.
“What is it?” William laughed back, looking even cuter when he was confused.
“Nothing, just ironic.” She continued laughing.
“What is?” He shrugged and smiled.
Nala just smiled and stared at him. He really didn’t know who she was, or if he did, was doing a damn good job of hiding it.
“What kind of photography do you do?” She asked, taking another sip.
“Mostly headshots, print advertising and stuff, but I really enjoy doing boudoir shoots.” He turned slightly red at the final admission and looked down.
“Oh, boudoir?” She raised her eyebrows.
“Most girls when they find out that I do that kind of photography, they assume I’m just a creep trying to get them out of their clothes.” His voice still trembled with slight nervousness.
“Well, you already got me out of mine earlier.” Under the table, she brushed her foot against his calf.
William turned beat red and took a sip from his beer.
Nala smiled back at him and looked out over the beach. It really was a beautiful day, part of her wanted to strip down and just jump in the water.
Wouldn’t that give the paparazzi something to photograph. Her smile grew at the thought.
Then another idea popped in her head, causing Nala to bite her lip. It was perfect! She felt her nipples going hard under the skimpy dress. Part of her thought it was the margarita talking, but she didn’t care, she loved it.
“Do you have a studio?” She asked.
“Umm, yes… Well I have an apartment, part of it is converted into a studio.” He blushed again.
“Do you have any shoots scheduled today?” She continued.
He shook his head, still apparently not getting it.
“Would you like to do a photoshoot with me?” She stuck her chest out and smiled.
His eyes fell on her breasts again. This time they hovered there for a moment, before finally lifting to meet her gaze.
“I think… we could do something together.” He stammered.
“I mean, if you don’t want to, I can go somewhere else.” She pouted.
“Now wait just a minute,” He reached out and touched her hand, sending a tingle through Nala’s body. “It’s just… we don’t know each other.”
“What would you like to know?” She batted her eyes at him.
“Well for starters, why you were hiding from a Latina Amazon woman.” He smiled and took a sip from his beer.
“Don’t worry about her.” Nala shrugged him off.
William frowned.
“Okay, woman of mystery.” He shrugged. “So what do you want from this?”
“What I want…” She bit her lip.
“What I want… is to take off this dress and let you take photographs of me,” She took another sip from her margarita. “Then I want to go out, I want to experience the Miami nightlife. I don’t know how long I’ll be here and I want to do it all, and I want to do it with you.”
William chewed his lip for a moment.
“Lemme guess, rich girl, in for a trip, slipped free from daddy’s bodyguard, want to stick it to him before he inevitably finds you and drags you back to your ivory tower?” William smiled.
Her jaw dropped. He missed some details, but for the most part…
“That’s the general idea, yes.” She smiled at him.
William was really full of surprises.
I wonder just how many more he has… She bit her lip and turned to look back over the ocean.
And caught sight of a camera lens, a few yards down, pointed straight at her.
They had found her.
The photographer was standing on the beach, trying to look inconspicuous, but she knew how to spot a paparazzi with her eyes closed. Soon the others would descend on the area like moths to a flame.
Nala turned back to William and flashed him her most dazzling smile.
“So where is your studio?” She asked.
“It’s not far.” He smiled back.
“Good.” Her eyes met his.
If her father hated those candids of her on the beach, just wait until he saw these photos.