A Loli's ENF Adventure/Emma/Modern Earth/They go somewhere else to take pictures
"You know Emma, nobody really comes through here this time of night, so why don't we take out little photo shoot somewhere else? Follow me."
Luke didn't much room for a response as he turned and began walking, Emma rushing to catch up with him.
"Where are we going?" she asked.
"Just to the courtyard out back. With as warm and mild as this summer's been I'm sure it will be perfect outside, even if it is midnight."
Emma said nothing as she followed him down the hall, her mind going into overdrive at the thought of being nearly naked outside for the first time. Soon they reach the end of the hall, Luke swiped a key card to unlock the employee exit and the duo stepped outside. The back courtyard of the complex was very peaceful, being lit up by the warm glow of several small streetlights, with an assortment of benches, tables, and trees that made it feel more like a private garden. And just as he said, it was very nice out despite the time, a fresh breeze flowing up Emma's shirt and making her nipples stiffen in response. Luke wasted no time approaching a bench directly adjacent one of the brighter streetlights.
"Let's start here, shall we? Please take a seat."
Emma sat down, knees together and back straight, awaiting further instructions.
"Hmm," Luke hummed. "Can you not sit on your shirt?"
It took a moment before she realized what he was saying and Emma lifted her butt off the bench and pulled the back of her shirt up. Lowering herself she reveled in the feeling of her bare backside against the hardwood seat. From this position, with the hemline of her shirt pulled out from under her, Emma's legs were completely visible from the toes to her nonexistent hips.
"Thank you. Now for your first pose, lean back, rest your elbows on the back of the bench, and cross your right leg over the left."
Emma did so, assuming a pose that drew attention to her slim thighs. Luke took a few pictures before dropping down into a squat, camera steady. She quickly figured out what he was doing and lifted her right leg a little higher, her pussy lips peeking out from below. Several clicks came in quick secession, each one timing up nicely with the heartbeat pounding in Emma's ears.
"Okay," Luke began. "Now for this one, well, put your feet on the bench with your legs spread."
Emma gulped, but did as she was told. Scooting back she brought her knees up to her chest before spreading her legs as far as she comfortably could. Luke didn't waste a second, fingers flying as he snapped photo after photo. After several seconds of showing off the good Luke paused to fiddle with his camera and Emma took the chance to glace down at her lower region. What she saw made her face heat up even more than it already was. She knew the pose would be unladylike, but she wasn't expecting to see the puddle forming from all the juices she was leaking. And not only that, but her lower lips were partially spread open! Just the thought of how she must look in those pictures sent another spike of pleasure through her, just as another glob of her special fluids leaked from her lips.
"Alright Emma, how about we take a few over on that table?"
Luke pointed to the table in question and started walking. Emma, still transfixed on her own depraved posture, took a moment to process his words before she too stood on shaky legs and followed after him.
"Here let me help you up," he said while reaching for waist. His grip wasn't too strong, but firm, and Emma couldn't help but fell protected as he hoisted her up and onto the table top. He lowered his hands to her hips and gave them a soft pat, coming very close to smacking her behind in doing so.
"Okay. For this one I think I'll let you decide on the pose. Make it a good one!"
He readied his camera as Emma pondered this for a moment. Pick whatever pose she wanted, huh? After a few seconds it clicked in Emma's head, a pose she had seen several times while doing her 'research' on exhibitionism. Carefully, Emma got down into a squat, legs apart, flashing double peace signs, a big toothy smile, and her sopping wet flower.
Luke faltered for a second at the brazen display the 11 year old was giving him but quickly recovered and went to work photographing the sight. Just as before Emma felt a heat rise inside her as he took the erotic photos. However, as the heat rose so the a pressure, a building sensation within like she was about to pee, but different.
The thought of peeing in front of Luke seemed to smack some sense back into her and she snapped her legs shut. The action had two results; one, Luke stopped taking pictures out of puzzlement, and two, closing her legs had the same effect on her vagina as squeezing a sponge would've and a large amount of her love juice gushed onto the table. Feeling this strange sensation sent a pleasurable shiver through Emma, face briefly sporting a look of ecstasy. Luke, despite his confusion, was quick to notice all this and snapped a few pictures.
Once Emma recovered from what could best be described as a mini-orgasm she looked at Luke sheepishly.
"S-Sorry, I-"
"No no," the older boy interjected. "As my model you have the right to say when enough is enough. Here, let me help you down."
Emma took his extended hand and stepped off the table.
"So," Luke began. "I think this was quite... productive for a first time modeling. Would you like to do this again?"
Just the though of Luke's camera pointing between her legs sent the briefest jolt of excitement through her. Emma's mind was already made up.
"Sure! But, does that mean we're done modeling today?"
"Hmm, I'll leave that up to you. Like I said, no one will see me missing at the front desk so I got time."
Emma touched her finger to her chin.
What does she choose?