A second bodystocking

The next item was also a bodystocking but a much simpler one. It was pink and made entirely of tiny fishnet, it covered my entire body along with arms and back, but for that kind of material the word “cover” is not the most accurate. my breasts (and the still erect nipples) were on display as was my crotch; the bodystocking might not have been crotchless but this time I was not wearing any panties at all. The high heels were also pink.

The lack of underwear did not matter in the professional part since all the poses were relatively modest, as least to a degree which a bodystocking allows. Then it got significantly hotter. We once again made the spicy but not vulgar photos, but at some point the poses became borderline pornographic. No frontal leg spreading for the camera yet, but one could argue about their artistic level; I was not the one to argue though. I equally enthusiastically agreed to do a naughty yoga photoshoot. James once again exhibited his talent and shot me from such angles that the lewd exposing poses had an artistic touch to them. But I was nevertheless wondering if at some point the camera caught the fact that I was getting moist. When we were done with the pink bodystocking I was confident that my face was red from excitement, not exactly matching the fabric but close enough.