Boudoir photo shoot

[mrhitachi99]

This is a long, true story of a photographer and a shy blonde.

Many years ago, early in our marriage and before kids and all, I decided to explore more of my passion for photography. Among the many things I did, boudoir photography seemed a fun way to combine my love for picture taking and my appreciation for the feminine form. Since I was doing a lot of this pro bono to build my portfolio, some of the wives or our friends seized on the opportunity to have some ‘special’ pictures for themselves or their husbands for free.

One of the wives approached me to do a shoot for her husband’s upcoming birthday using his favorite baseball team’s jerseys. Since it was a surprise, she asked me to keep it a secret. We made arrangements for the shoot and she showed up at my home studio and we got to work.

At first, she was quite nervous. She changed in the bathroom and I asked if she wanted some wine to relax a little. She agreed and I returned to find her in the baseball jersey and nothing else. I’ve always enjoyed her form. Small busted with a small waist and a lovely round ass (my weakness!). She looked really cute in the outfit and we set about getting some suggestive poses, though keeping all the good bits covered. She wasn’t sure how much her hubby would be happy “being on display” so we were rather conservative. In the end she did a couple nipple-peak shots and one where we had the jersey ride up showing her lovely behind.

When we got the film back, she was relatively pleased, aside from thinking her bottom was too big. I mentioned some things I would have liked to have another chance to shoot (always room for improvement, I was honestly thinking) and she suggested we give it another try. I’d never pass up the opportunity at a free model and I agreed. We talked about trying some other outfits and we set another date.

This time she brought wine and was far less reserved about her nudity. Saying “it’s nothing you haven’t already seen!” she stripped in front of me and slid on a super short mini and a tank tee. The one she brought was rather baggy but I took a few shots with some arm hole nipple peek since it was there. I suggested trying a tiny white wife beater I had and she tried that giving us some nice semi see through shots and then we went back to the hiking skirt shots, though she insisted those weren’t her strong suit. I, of course, loved them.

The shots came back and she was generally happy. Hated her ass, again, but we picked out some prints for hubby and ordered them up. When we were done, she got very quiet. She was clearly nervous about something and I asked what was up. She responded that she had something to ask me but wasn’t sure how I would respond. She was back to being that nervous girl in the first shoot, and I had no idea why. Then she floored me. She asked how I felt about taking some “really special” shots. A la Hustler magazine girl next door.

Well, I’m into porn as much as the next guy and I jumped at the chance! We made yet another date.

When she arrived, she was even more nervous than before. I pulled a bottle of champagne out of the fridge and sat down with her to get a feel for what she wanted. I told her we’d proceed at her pace and only shoot what she wanted. She found this comforting and moved to the set after gobbling down at least a glass or two of champagne. One technique to work with a shy model is to have her start covered, in this case with a shawl. We took a couple shots to get things rolling and about then the liquid courage was kicking in. the shawl slipped off her slender shoulders and revealed her erect nipples. She definitely seemed to be into this, from my perspective! A few shots later she was fully naked, her back to the camera. The champagne was taking effect (she was always a lightweight!) and I could see her almost flinching as the studio flashes popped. Up until now, I was a professional. Sure I was offering encouragement, but I was doing my job. It is actually a fair amount of work to do this, you know.

I suggested a wine break while I reloaded and I used the break to asked her if she wanted to go farther. She indicated yes. And swallowing one more big gulp she said “Yes. I’m ready.”

She sat on my black velvet d**** and let her knees fall a bit apart. She looked magnificent. Her creamy white skin contrasted the black velvet so well. I suggested she reposition herself to show some more. When she got up, there was clearly a wet spot where she’d been sitting! She was drenched! Soon she was spreading wide, showing me her swollen lips and blonde bush. It looked so inviting, glistening with her wetness.

By now, she was putting on a performance. She went from shy to pornstar. I was directing her and she was doing EVERYTHING I suggested. I told her to part her labia with her fingers… she complied. I told her to rub her clit and look at the lens… she complied. I had her get on all fours and show me her gorgeous ass… there is was! Then I had her play with her pussy while her ass was high in the air. What a sight!

Then I asked if she wanted a dildo. “Oh, yesssssssssss!” she purred. I dashed into the adjacent bedroom and grabbed two, one large and one smaller. When I returned, she was still working her pussy with her fingers. I offered them to her and she opened her eyes, saw the larger one and said “THAT one!” I handed it to her and she began to rub it up and down her opening. I resumed shooting but let her know I was running out of film. I took the last few of her sliding that big dildo in her sopping wet hole. When I told her I was done, she completely shocked me by suggesting I remove my clothes too. She clearly wasn’t done yet! I obliged and it felt SO good to let my erection out of its confines. She continued to work herself with her fingers and the dildo as I sat nearby, her eyes locked on my hand sliding slowly up and down my erection.

My little pornstar had another surprise for me. She said “I think that would feel better than this dildo.” Now, this is where some of you might be unhappy with me, but it’s the honest truth. Her husband and my wife, we were all really good friends. I wasn’t sure how things would go once the wine and the moment had passed so I said “You know, I would LOVE to. But I would hate to wreck our friendships. But don’t think I’m not really, really, REALLY tempted!”

She agreed it was the right thing. But I did offer to hold the dildo for her while we masturbated together. In a few moments, things were just as hot as before and it wasn’t long before she erupted in a huge orgasm. Once she was done, I let her watch me bring myself to completion in a fountain of gratitude.

We lay there for a while, giggling, embarrassed, aroused and amazed. Over the years we have enjoyed our little secret and have had a couple of other sexy encounters with and without spouses. But that photo shoot would remain one of the sexiest things I’ve enjoyed.

And she always thanked me for not taking advantage of her when it would have been so, so easy .

[stevezr1]

Wow, great story!
Regarding my story below, it sounds like MrHitachi could have been my ex's photographer! Really!

My ex-wife, Barbara was an attractive, well-built woman with substantial C cup breasts. She never showed any hint of exhibitionistic tendencies whatsoever. While we were living in an apartment complex, a single guy down the hall happened to be an aspiring professional photographer. He did weddings and the like, and had an extra room in his apartment set up as a studio, but had a day job as well.

He and I never spoke except to say hi, but apparently Barbara met him on occasion at the laundry area of the apartments. To make a long story short, he approached her and offered to shoot some classic nudes of her. She said that he offered to bring over some portfolios of other women he had photographed, and she like what she saw. She told me about all this, and asked I would mind if she took this guy up on his offer. I thought it was a great idea! That is, until it was made clear that I was definitely not welcome at the photo session. As explained to her, "husbands are not a good idea, the model may be inhibited, not at ease", etc. etc. Knowing that, the photo shoot didn't seem like such a good idea. But I said what the heck, why not, and it might get Barbara to loosen up and help her shed some of her inhibitions.

So the deal was set. The evening they decided on the photo shoot, Barb was nervous as hell while she was getting ready, and I was pretty damned nervous myself. Barbara was gone a few hours, far too long as far as I was concerned, minutes seemed like hours. All sorts of scenarios raced through my head while I waited. At times I was convinced she was getting banged that very minute. I was upset with that thought, but my body betrayed me, and I was rock hard thinking of her getting banged or fingered by that guy. When she finally got back, she seemed pleased with what transpired. She said it all went well, but was reluctant to share any details. But she WAS very horny and juicy, and we fucked like crazy.

A week or so later, Barb got our proofs of the pix, and they were very nice. Just as was expected, black and white classic nudes, nothing provocative. The following week, Barbara approached me with another request. Her new photographer friend had another proposal for her. He asked her to pose for his photo club! Nude! He said there were usually about 6 or 8 or so members present at their meetings, which took place at a different member’s home each month. He said she would be paid for her time, although it wasn't a lot of money. And of course, again I wasn't welcome.

Barbara was now a semi-professional model! She seemed quite excited for this opportunity, and again, I said yes. But meanwhile I'm dumbfounded how different Barbara had become. I had hoped a photo session might get her out of her shell, but didn't expect to have a full-blown exhibitionist on my hands practically overnight.

When the big evening came, from the time she walked out the door until the time she returned a few hours later, and like the previous session, my mind was racing, thinking all sorts of things. But when she returned, she assured me it all went well, that she really enjoyed herself, and found the experience exciting. Exciting? hmmm. And to my benefit, just as with her first private session, Barbara was extremely horny that evening, and I reaped the benefits in bed. But like the first session, she was reluctant to share any details of that evening.

A few days later when the mood was right, I asked her if the nude photo sessions were going to be regular thing for her. She said no! I was shocked and disappointed. She said that she decided that she wouldn't do it again. With my disappointment, I was also relieved. I had mixed emotions, to be sure. Of course I pressed her for her reasoning. It seems like things had gone a little beyond what she was comfortable with. Apparently she felt the men weren't quite as professional as she expected, and that she sensed they were hoping, yet not actually suggesting, for a lot more provocative poses. Barbara said that she could have been imagining all that, but still felt that she was, at any given moment, a heartbeat away from being involved in a porno photo shoot. I asked if she felt that way, why did she tell me that she enjoyed herself that evening and found it exciting. She said that was her libido talking.... ?? Libido? Women! Maybe in reality, she didn't trust herself to put herself in that environment again. I'll never know for sure what actually happened that evening, but I'll always imagine all kinds of erotic scenarios, including extremes like all the guys taking turns banging her while the others took photos! I think that scenario is completely unlikely, but I'll always wonder if something a little more erotic did really occur.

But Barbara was a changed woman after that experience. She started dressing a lot more provocatively, accenting her great rack, going braless regularly, yeah, with C cups! And showing lots of cleavage, etc. I really loved the new Barbara!