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With apologies to anyone who has seen this story and its photos before, but I think that is probably few. My offering this account of my ex having “art photographs” done by a professional photographer is called to mind by Xico’s tales of photographing and producing drawings, and of course the run of events in their making. Like Xico’s contribution, this one relies on both the description and the produced photos, which I have added below.

My ex-wife came in from shopping and handed me a stack of photos. She said she had gone to a photographic studio to have a portrait done for her parents. She then proceeded to describe the events taking place around the photos as I looked through them. Her descriptions are the source of this account, along with my observations on the poses. As you can see from the first photo, it appears a fairly conventional portrait sitting, except I suppose that she was wearing her blouse without a bra and buttoned below the breasts. But the next photo is where things start getting interesting. She has changed into a lace vest, that is of course quite revealing. It is not clear to me why she would have brought this along, particularly for a formal portrait. The photographer noticed as well, pointing out to her that he could see her nipples through it. He then offered to apply some makeup to mask her nipples. She failed to mention whether she took him up on his offer.

Whatever happened there, she went back to the changing room. But the photographer came over, knocked on the door, and asked her while she was changing to another blouse if she would like to do some nudes. She agreed and took her clothes off. He then photographed her in the seated nudes, waist up. At this point he apparently wanted to explore how far she would allow the situation to go, and suggested that they do some “art photos.” She had been an art major in college, so this kind of thing would appeal to her to justify intimate shots, but I do not know if the photographer actually knew he could appeal to her interests this way, or whether it was just luck. In any case, she agreed and the photos from this point are taken at increasingly close range, but just of her body without her face in view.

The first, at greatest range is the nude back shot. He may have asked her to strike a pose, or directed her to pose in this way. But again it may suggest he knew of her interests, since the arching pose imitates ballet, which she was practicing at the time. He then turned her around and took the photo of her torso, with the focus set on her left breast. In the next she is now seated on the floor and the focus is on the right breast. But more suggestively, her hair has been drawn back from the front of her chest, and her necklaces have now been removed. More importantly (for me) her breasts now appear to have been fondled: the breasts are swollen, and the areolas and nipples are highly erected.

He then had her lean back on her elbows, and took the shot standing over her, catching parts of the breasts, but focused on her bush, with one leg drawn slightly in. At this point, she reported, the photographer told her that “he really liked my bush, and wanted to lick it.” According to her account from here on he continued this appeal of how much he liked her bush, and his desire to run his tongue up it. For the next shot she must be flat on her back, as the legs are now bent up, and have begun to spread apart.

In the next shot the photographer is getting particularly intimate: a close range shot of her pussy with one leg drawn open, and if I’m not mistaken, the labia appear to glisten slightly. It was at this point in her description of what was happening between them, she pointed out to me that she was “all trimmed down.” This is certainly true, since my ex’s bush was fairly thick. However, her admission raised questions for me (which I admit I did not raise with her). Except for one summer when she shaved her pussy, she never trimmed her bush. So if the nude “art photographs” were a spontaneous suggestion by the photographer, how did she know to trim down her bush beforehand?

I was pretty tense by this point with looking at these photos and hearing her account of what was going on between them. And the last photo was no improvement. With the photographer between her legs, and one leg spread wide, she told me that “he kept getting closer and closer and closer.” At the range of that last photo, it is hard to see how he could get much closer without putting his mouth on her pussy.

Her description stopped there. Given how things had proceeded, I was too frightened to ask directly what happened next between them. I have drawn my own conclusion, and Xico’s descriptions of photographer-model relations adds further to my ill ease with the culmination of the photo shoot.