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So you remember how I started this thread as my lady was thinking of getting some boudoir pics taken. Well, big news - she went ahead and did it!

Here are a few tales from her big day.

1. Here's an excerpt from the one-sided conversation I got to hear when she called her chosen (female) photographer to make a booking. "Yes... yes... no problem with that at all." followed by "Outside? Well, I guess so... Actually, yes, let's do it!"

She had been discussing with the photographer how far she wanted to go (full nudity!) but the photographer surprised her with the suggestion that they shoot some nudes outside. It turned out her chosen venue was a relatively small manor house hotel, with lovely grounds including a walled garden. She'd done several shoots there. It was generally quiet during the week (they'd arranged a Wednesday).

2. So off my lady went with her prescribed luggage of two sets of lingerie and a track suit (which would turn out to be the only thing she'd be wearing as she walked out of the hotel with the photographer later). As the photographer had said on the phone, she had done several shoots there before and had an arrangement with the management. They got to use the honeymoon suite for an hour for internal shots at no charge.

The photos from the suite are nice, showcasing my lady in her various lingerie. There's a particularly nice group of five in which she's sitting in a very deep window, starting off wearing a blue bra and panties set, with suspender tights, before eventually discarding the bra by photo 5.

"Did that feel very daring?" I asked her "Being in the window like that? Presumably, anyone could have walked by outside."

"Yes and no. The room was on the upper floor and it overlooked the back car park, which wasn't very full."

"That said," she added, in a tone which peaked my interest, "there were two workmen down there, fixing a drain in the middle of it!"

"Nice!" I said. "Do you think they saw you?"

"I don't know. Certainly they didn't wave or make any signs in my general direction. However, it is possible they got a show. You can see the window yourself. It's not frosted or anything."

3. Strangely, even though she reckons they spent over an hour in the room (and the hallway outside!) no full nudes were taken. She's not sure why this was. The time came though for the outside shots. "Ok, so please take off the rest of your clothes and put on your tracksuit" the photographer told her. "Then, follow me."

So out in to the corridor, down the grand staircase and past the staff at reception. My lady had her first moment of slight embarrassment at this point. If, as seemed clear, the photographer had done a lot of work at this hotel, she concluded the ladies behind the desk knew exactly what was going on when the photographer (carrying two cameras and a folded-up tripod) marched past, followed closely by her (a woman who'd clearly had her hair and makeup done but was now walking out the door wearing a tracksuit and some flip-flops)!

4 . The photographer had no plan or method for ensuring privacy whilst in the grounds. Just a knowledge of where might be busy and where probably wouldn't be.

My lady is completely nude in every photo from this point on! There's shots of her in front of a high wooden fence, looking out of a greenhouse, posing amongst some orange flowers and perched on a patio table.

"Were you worried?" I asked.

"Not really. We'd check the place out and she'd get set up, check the lighting etc. with me fully dressed. I'd then quickly undress and leave the clothes beside her, pose, she'd get 10 or so photos and I'd quickly get dressed."

5. That said, she went on to tell me there was one moment where she felt very exposed. In a clearing in a wooded area, the photographer brought her to a gazebo/small bandstand.

"I always get some lovely photos here," she told her "with a real wide angle so you can see the gazebo and the trees behind it. It's beautiful".

So they got set up, albeit the photographer was a good deal further away than usual. When the time came to actually take some pics, she walked to the bandstand and took off her tracksuit, assuming she could just tuck it away out-of-sight.

However, there was no out-of-sight. The bandstand had a fence but it was like a stair bannister so you could not hide anything behind it. She glanced down at the ground in front but figured that would be in shot due to the wide lens.

The photographer realised her dilemma and left the tripod to walk over and offered to take the clothes. She walked back to her camera and put them on the ground behind her.

My lady realised that, if this was the moment for a random strolling hotel guest to happen on the scene, for the first time in the day her clothes weren't four feet away - it was more like 20 to 30 yards!

She endeavoured to bravely pose on! She must have done a good job of appearing brave though as the photographer decided she really had to get a variety of shots in the gazebo: standing straight in the doorway, leaning up against door frame, leaning over the fencing, perched on the fencing.

All told, my lady reckons she stood there, stark naked and 60 feet from her clothes, in a gazebo, in the grounds of a hotel she'd never been in before, knowing that there was nothing to stop a random customer from walking around the corner and getting an eyeful, for about 7 or 8 minutes!

That was the final shot of the day. I think it must have been clear that, when she put her clothes back on after that length of being naked in the open, she wasn't going to take them off again!