She was willing to pose for some informal modeling and we exchanged phone numbers. I called her to arrange for a shooting date the following week. I p...cked up Mimi in my snug VW bug at her home in a nice part of town. She was eager to take pictures, as she never had professional portraits taken of her. Mimi came dressed for the occasion with a knee length beige knit dress with suntan colored hose and low heels. We chatted as we drove to a nearby park where I knew we'd have some privacy and nice. However, after about 30 minutes I started to get restless and wanted to go home home. Things were still fairly busy and I knew that he would be a while before he would be done working. "Hey, good lookin', I'm going to head home if you feel like playing later you have a key. Just come on over and wake me up. You know me I'm always in the mood." I whispered as I bent over and kissed his package. Out the door I flew before he could say a word. I slowly walked home enjoying the sultry. "Your name is on the manila envelope you threw on the table. That's where I got it from." "No way, you couldn't have. Not with the envelope lying face down. I was careful to lay it down that way," she explained. "You are right and you are wrong," I told her. "You are right about putting it on the table face down after you took out the photos, but you are wrong about the first time when you took out that silly letter you claim I wrote. It was face up then and I read your name on it." "I don't. He shuddered as I reached into his underwear and took his cock in my hand. I slowly stroked it from the base to the tip as gently as I could. I was just barely touching the skin as I jerked slowly up and down. I watched as his head went slightly backward and his breathing increased to match the pace of my rhythmic jerking. His back arched slightly with pure passion, as I used a slight circling motion with my hands as my fingers moved up and down along his throbbing cock. His hips thrust forward.