A Day On The Catwalk

Featuring Lynne and Andy

By Andy W

Chapter 1 – A New Challenge

Several weeks had passed since the unforgettable canal holiday and the friends had all returned to their respective lives, with a semblance of routine and normality. Lynne had been thrown back into the fast-paced world of fashion photography, her mind often wandering to the steamy nights on the barge.

One afternoon, as she was editing photos from a recent photoshoot, her phone buzzed with an email notification. It was from her agent, with a subject line that made her heart skip a beat: "Milan Fashion Week - Catwalk Photography Opportunity." The email contained an invitation to shoot the grand finale of a prestigious fashion show, an event that could potentially catapult her career to new heights.

The message was simple: "Lynne, I've got the perfect gig for you; it’s a last-minute opening at Milan Fashion Week. You'd be photographing the catwalk preparations and show for the 'House of Eros'.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Think you can handle it?"

Her thoughts immediately drifted to the adventures she had shared with her friends, especially the playful flirtation and explosive chemistry she had experienced with Andy. With a mix of excitement and nostalgia, she replied, accepting the offer without hesitation.

As Lynne considered the invitation to Milan fashion week, she couldn't help but wonder if by any chance, Andy would be interested in being her assistant for the week?" She phoned him and asked, hope sparkling in her eyes.

Lynne picked up her phone and dialled Andy's number, her heart racing with anticipation. When he answered, she took a deep breath and dove right in. "Andy," she began, her voice a sultry whisper that seemed to carry the warmth of their past encounters, "I've got a proposition for you that I think you'll absolutely love."

Andy, ever the curious soul, replied with a coy smile in his voice, "Oh, really? What's this about, Lynne?"

"It's about Milan Fashion Week," she said, her eyes lighting up at the mention of the prestigious event. "My agent has scored me a spot to photograph behind the scenes candid photos and then the grand finale for 'House of Eros.' It's a huge deal, and I need someone I can trust to help me with the logistics, the gear, and maybe even..." she paused, her voice dropping even lower, "with some of the more intimate details of the job."

Andy's interest was piqued. "Intimate details, you say?" He could feel the beginnings of an erection, stirring in his trousers, fortunately hidden behind his office desk as his mind already begins racing with the possibilities. "When do we leave?"

"In three days," Lynne responded, her voice still laden with promise. "It's going to be a wild ride, and I can't think of anyone I'd rather share it with."

The line was silent for a moment, the tension palpable. Then, with a chuckle, Andy said, "Pack my bags, Lynne. I'm in."

Chapter 2 – Let’s Join The Club

"You know what, Lynne? This is going to be one hell of a trip," said Andy, his eyes lighting up as he flipped through the glossy pages of a Milan travel magazine.

Lynne couldn't argue with that. The 'House of Eros' erotic lingerie fashion show was the holy grail of their photography careers. They'd be rubbing shoulders (and possibly other body parts) with the crème de la crème of the fashion world, getting an all-access pass to the most exclusive event of the season and exclusive access to photograph the show from behind the scenes.

As the plane taxied down the runway, preparing for take-off, the excitement in the cabin was palpable as Lynne and Andy luxuriated in their business class seats. The engines roared, and the aircraft began to ascend. The rush of acceleration pushed them back into their seats, and Lynne felt a thrill run through her body. That's when Andy leaned over and whispered in her ear, "You know, there's something we haven't done yet?"

Her eyes widened in surprise. "What are you talking about?"

Andy grinned mischievously. "You know; join the mile high club," he said, his voice low and playful.

"It's a rite of passage for every traveller and we're about to hit the skies. Why don’t we make this trip unforgettable from the very start?"

Lynne's cheeks flushed as she processed the suggestion. The idea was ludicrous, thrilling and a little naughty - exactly the kind of adventure she lived for. She glanced around the cabin, the faces of their fellow passengers a blur of indifference and anticipation. The cabin crew was busy with final preparations to serve their meals and drinks, giving them a small window of opportunity.

"You're kidding, right?" she whispered back, trying to maintain a straight face.

Andy's grin grew wider. "Not at all”, he said; “Live a little, Lynne. We're in business class, so no one's going to bother us for a while."

Lynne's heart raced as she considered the proposal. She'd never been one to shy away from spontaneous adventures and this was certainly a bold one. The idea of joining the ‘mile high club’ in such a public, yet private, setting was intoxicating.

They waited until the seatbelt signs were turned off and the cabin crew had settled into their routine. With a devilish smirk, Andy winked at Lynne and gestured towards the tiny, cramped bathroom at the front of their business-class cabin. She took a deep breath, her pulse pounding in her ears and followed him. The bathroom was surprisingly small, but functional, with a large mirror over the wash basin, that reflected their excitement.

Once the door was closed, the tension grew thick between them. Andy leaned against the sink, his eyes dark with his desire, as Lynne pressed closer. The sound of the engines outside was a muffled roar, almost drowning out the sound of their racing hearts. He reached out and took her hand, pulling her closer until their bodies were touching.

Lynne reached down between them and unfastened Andy’s zip as she released his erection.

Andy took her by the waist and pulled her in closer, his hands slipping under her skirt as he kissed her passionately. The confined space of the bathroom only added to the intensity of the moment. The smell of their combined excitement filled the air and the thrill of possibly getting caught only served to heighten their arousal.

Lynne's hands trembled as she unbuttoned her blouse, revealing the black, lacy bra she had chosen for the occasion. She watched their reflection in the mirror, her breath fogging the glass as she took in the sight of their passionate encounter. Her breasts spilled out and she felt a rush of exhilaration as Andy's eyes devoured her.

Andy reached down lifted up the hem of Lynne’s skirt as he slid her panties down to the floor. Lynne then raised her leg to give his cock better access to her.

As Lynne balanced herself on the edge of the small sink, the cold metal bit into the back of her thighs. As her heart raced, the aircraft climbed higher and the thrill of their daring escapade made every sensation more intense. Andy teased her wetness with the tip of his cock and she gasped, the sound muffled by the engine's rumble. As he pressed his cock deeper inside Lynne, they were a perfect fit, their bodies moving in sync despite the confined space.

With a quick look around, Andy realized they had forgotten to lock the bathroom door. The risk of being caught only heightened his excitement as he reached out to slide the lock to ‘CLOSED’, with the sound of the lock clicking into place being the only thing that separated them from the prying eyes of the cabin crew and other passengers. They kissed passionately, their breaths mingling, as they fumbled with each other's clothes. The air was thick with the scent of desire, the airplane's gentle sway adding an extra layer of urgency to their movements.

As Andy pressed his hardness deeper inside of Lynne, she slid further onto the sink, her legs wrapping around his waist. The cold metal sent a shiver through her, but it was quickly forgotten as he filled her with his manhood. Their movements were quick and fervent, driven by the thrill of the moment. The bathroom's tiny space forced them to be intimate in a way they had never been before, their bodies pressed together as they sought release.

The sound of the aircraft's engines outside was a constant reminder of their high-altitude escapade, a dull roar that seemed to echo the rhythm of their passion. The mirror above the sink fogged over as they moved together, their reflections becoming a blur of desire. Lynne gripped the edge of the sink, her knuckles turning white, as Andy's thrusts grew more powerful.

The bathroom was so small that they could feel the warmth of each other's bodies, the only barrier between them being the thin layers of fabric that barely contained their lust. The plane hit a patch of turbulence and Lynne's eyes widened in a mix of fear and excitement. She threw her head back as her moans grew louder, bouncing off the walls of the tiny cabin.

Andy's grip tightened on her hips as he drove into her, the motion of the aircraft adding an unpredictable element to their lovemaking. Lynne wrapped her arms around his neck, her nails digging into his skin as she met each thrust with eager enthusiasm. The thrill of possibly being caught only added to the allure of the moment, their eyes locked in the mirror, watching their own reflection.

They had been friends and lovers for months, but this was a new level of intimacy. The bathroom's size meant they had to be inventive with their positions, which only served to make the experience more intense.

Lynne's legs tightened around him as she felt the beginnings of her climax. She bit her lip to stifle a scream; her eyes squeezed shut as the pleasure washed over her. Andy's strokes grew more urgent, his own release imminent. They moved together in a silent symphony of passion, the only sound the muffled slap of skin on skin and the occasional gasp of pleasure.

The turbulence grew stronger and the plane dipped sharply. Lynne's eyes flew open and she grabbed onto Andy, her nails digging into his back. He held her tightly, his rhythm never faltering, his eyes locked onto hers in the mirror. The fear of being discovered added a new level of excitement to their encounter, their hearts racing ever faster.

As Lynne’s climax approached, she could feel Andy’s release as his climax pulsed through his cock, filling Lynne with his warm seed.

They both froze, panting heavily, listening intently for any signs of interruption. The plane levelled out and the turbulence passed, leaving them in the quiet aftermath of their passionate encounter.

They looked at each other in the mirror, breathless and flushed, their eyes sparkling with shared mischief.

As they straightened their clothes, fastened buttons and pulled up their zips, Lynne picked up her discarded panties and pushed them into Andy’s pocket.

"Looks like we're officially members," Andy said with a smug smile, as he gave her a hand to help her down from the sink.

As the lovers exited the bathroom, an air stewardess grinned at the pair, with a wink and knowing look. "Everything okay in there?" she quipped, her voice full of playful innuendo.

Lynne felt a blush creep up her neck, while Andy played it cool. "Just a bit of turbulence," he quipped, flashing a conspiratorial smile.

They returned to their seats, trying to act nonchalantly. The stewardess approached and offered them champagne which they both accepted, using the bubbly liquid to mask their own fizzy excitement. As they clinked glasses, their eyes speaking volumes about the secret they now shared, the stewardess said “welcome to the club”, with a wink that made Lynne's cheeks burn.

Andy leaned back in his seat, his hand finding Lynne's beneath the blanket. Their fingers intertwined, as they shared a knowing smile.

The thrill of their encounter was still palpable, a shared secret that only they and the stewardess knew.

The rest of the flight was a blur of sips of champagne and stolen glances, their conversation a mix of excitement for the fashion show and the electric charge that now hung in the air between them. They talked about their plans for the week, the photos they'd take, the models they'd meet, but their thoughts kept drifting back to the bathroom.

Chapter 3 – Making New Friends

Because of a requests from ‘The House Of Eros’, to maintain a level of confidentiality for the project and the need to keep their new fashions under wraps before the day of the live fashion show, Lynne and Andy had agreed to keep their working holiday a secret from the outside world. As they visit the

‘House of Eros’ each day to capture the work that goes on behind the scenes, in preparation for the grand finale show, they quickly become friends with a group of the models who are practising for the show and having fittings to make sure all the lingerie and erotic clothing is a perfect fit. In the privacy of their shared hotel suite in Milan, the sexual tension between them grows stronger with each passing day as they worked tirelessly during the day, preparing for the grand finale, but at night, the suite has become their own private playground, their passions fuelled by the hot sexy bodies of the models they have been working with.

The models they were working with were a diverse group,

each one a masterpiece of beauty and confidence in their own right. There was Elena, a statuesque Italian beauty

with fiery red hair and a penchant for leather and lace; she had been in the industry for years and loved the art of seduction that modelling for an erotic line allowed her to express. Then there was the enigmatic and alluring

Natasha, a Russian bombshell with piercing blue eyes,

who was known for her strict diet of vodka, caviar, and

long, sensual baths. Her love for fine art often spilled over into her work, adding a unique flair to her poses.

Marina, a Brazilian goddess with golden skin and a heart-stopping smile, adored the vibrancy of the fashion world and had a soft spot for anything that sparkled. She had a taste for adventure that often led her to the most exotic locations for photoshoots. The youngest of the group, Lila, a French ingénue with delicate features and a penchant for kink, had only recently entered the erotic modelling scene. Her innocent gaze belied a curiosity that was as vast as it was insatiable.

Two days before the grand finale, Lynne and Andy found themselves sharing a coffee break with the gaggle of gorgeous models from 'House of Eros'. Andy, ever the charmer, suggested they all get together in the evening for drinks to unwind and get to know each other better. The models looked at each other, a silent conversation passing between them, before Elena spoke up, her accent thick and alluring. "We would love to," she said, her eyes dancing with excitement as they agree to meet in the hotel bar at 7pm.

Early that evening, alone in their suite, Lynne leans forward and says "You know, we may be able to explore our growing friendship with the models as the evening evolves?” I'd like that," Andy murmurs, his voice low and husky. "Let’s hope that the evening becomes more memorable as it evolves."

The evening arrived and the models walked into the swanky hotel bar, each one dressed to kill. The air was electric with anticipation as they sipped on their cocktails, the laughter and chatter filling the room.

That was a preview of A Day On The Catwalk. To read the rest purchase the book.

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