I finally decided it was time to have a formal, studio portrait done. You know, nice present for the parents type of thing.
I checked around and got the name of a studio that had a good reputation for doing nice work. I made my appointment and then fretted about what I was going to wear. I called the studio back to see if they had any ideas, and was told not to worry, that they had lots of props and costumes, and would help with the hair and make-up.
I could now relax, and get ready mentally to go to this appointment. I arrived just a bit early, and very very nervous. Thomas, the photographer met me in the waiting room, and offered me a glass of wine to help me relax. The waiting room was strangely empty, and there was no receptionist at the desk. Hmmmm, my suspicious mind was just about to start firing off warning signals. Thomas led me to a quiet sitting room, and started to talk about what I was interested in.
As we talked, I noticed his big, soft brown eyes, the longish dark brown hair, the slightly shaggy mustache, and the quiet, warm tones in his voice.
Between the wine and the good conversation, I was beginning to relax and let my guard down. I had worn a white lacy blouse that had millions of little buttons, and a soft flowing flowered skirt that buttoned up the front. You know, the kind where you can unbutton what you need to, or button them all up.
I had on dark stockings and spike heels. I hadn't worried about doing my hair or make up special. My long dark brown hair was freshly washed and hanging down below my shoulders in gentle waves. My face was made up for normal street wear, nothing out of the ordinary. After about ten more minutes of conversation, this gorgeous guy leads me into the studio for lighting tests.
He sits me on the chair, and measures the light, making a few adjustments to the lighting as he goes. He stops and looks me right in the eye. "You would look a lot more relaxed if you unbuttoned the top button on your blouse." he suggested. My blouse buttoned all the way up to the neck, so I thought nothing about unbuttoning it.
Thomas took a couple of test shots, played with my hair, took a couple more. "Maybe another button." The second button is now open. He comes over and gently spreads the collar open. "Hmmm, nice." I can smell his cologne. My head is beginning to swim from the wine and the cologne. I am beginning to get warm.
All the while, Thomas is moving around, taking test shots. "Will you try one more button?" He looks at me long and hard. I feel pretty good about him, so I undo one more.
My blouse is now undone to the top of my nude lace push-up bra. "Lovely, nice cleavage," he murmurs as he takes more shots. "More wine?" I nod in agreement as he brings my glass of White Zinfandel over. As he comes up to me, he trips, spilling just a little wine down my blouse. "Darn, you'll have to take that off. We must get it into cold water right away or the stain will set in." I remove the blouse, and sit shivering as he takes it into his darkroom to soak.
I am hoping he brings something back for me to wear. "That is such a lovely look. How about if we drop one strap." Thomas says as he comes back into the room.
This bra is pretty sheer, and my little pink nipples are standing at attention.
He comes over to arrange my hair and just grazes by the left nipple with the back of his hand. A chill runs up my spine. This man is drop-dead gorgeous, and he is playing with me. I allow him to remove one strap and arrange it the way he wants. "Now, look right at the camera, just as if you were looking right at me. Are you comfortable with me? Do you want more? If these pictures go well, I will pay you for this session, and maybe even more.
Are you okay?" "S-s-sure. What do you want me to do?" "Just what you have been doing. You've been great at following my directions. Now, drop the other strap, and cross your arms over those breasts, cupping them. yes, just like that." The lights keep flashing, and my warning signals are being ignored. I start warming up to this idea.
Nobody has ever asked me to do anything like this. Thomas is adorable, with a hard, lean body, and those incredible brown eyes. Somehow I know this will be a session to remember. "Wait, you still have some wine on your left breast.
here." He leans over, and licks it off. He steps back and takes a few more shots, then comes over. He leans over me gently, and then reaches out and unbuttons my skirt all the way.
The wine and the relaxed atmosphere are working because I am not resisting him at all any more. Seeing this, he takes a couple of shots, comes back over, and undoes the last three buttons, letting the skirt fall away. I can hear the sharp intake of his breath. I have worn a nude lace thong to match my lace bra, and a nude lace garter belt to hold up the black stockings.
"Now, stand up, and turn around slowly. hmmmm, lovely." Flash. Flash. "Okay, love, put your arms behind your head, and stretch." Flash. Flash. "Drop your arms, and look over this way." Flash. Flash. "Now, come over to this chair, kneel down on the seat, lean over the back, and arch your back.
Push those sweet breasts out at me." As I do this, my bra slips, and my right breast is now totally exposed. "Great." Flash. Flash. Thomas is moving around the room, taking pictures from all angles, including the back, with the thong between my tight ass cheeks. "Now, turn around and sit on the chair, and spread your legs apart." Flash. Flash. "Let's try a few with the bra off. Offer your great big tits to me, that's it, cup them and show me those hard pink nipples." My nipples hard, but apparently not hard enough, because Thomas came over and began caressing them, taking the nipples between his thumb and fingers and pinching.
Then, he bent down and kissed them before taking a step back for a close-up of the wet excited tit. I noticed that I was beginning to get very, very wet. "It's time to take that thong off." As I did, he kept taking picture after picture. I heard another sharp intake of breath as he saw my shaved pussy.
"You look so virginal. Will you sit down on the chair again, lean back, and open your legs wide. Great. Now, offer me those tits again. Fantastic." I'm leaning back, with my eyes closed and then I suddenly feel his finger in my cunt. He pulls it out, and smears all around my lips and tits with my juices before sticking his finger in his own mouth.
"Mmm, you taste wonderful." As he says this, he gently leads me into another lit studio room, this one with a huge heart-shaped bed, all draped in peach satin. He positions me on the bed, opens my legs, and begins eating me. I'm so hot and involved in what he is doing that I forget all about the cameras - one still frame set up on a tripod and being released by Thomas with a cable, and the other is a video camera, recording everything.
Thomas pauses long enough to remove his clothes. He is delightfully lean and hard, with a smooth, well-muscled chest. His cock now stands at attention, ready for a little release.
"Let's put a pillow under you." as he raises my ass into the air, exposing both my ass and cunt to the cool studio air. He's playing with my tits with one hand, and reaches down and inserts one finger into my hot cunt.
"Oooh, you are so wet." Two fingers, then three are exploring my hot cave. All the while, he is nibbling and sucking on my clit. He soon has me begging for that long hard cock of his when he leans back, and takes out another camera. He pauses to adjust a light so that my dripping cunt is now brightly lit.
Then he begins taking extreme close-ups of my hot wet cunt with my juices flowing. Putting the second camera down, Thomas looks deep into my eyes as he leans over, and thrusts into me with no warning. He is so huge I almost want to scream. I start bucking back at him wildly, riding him, eagerly awaiting every thrust. For me, it is all over in just a few moments. I come in with a giant scream. Thomas waits for my spasms to subside, pulls his cock out, and allows himself to cum all over my tits.
As he licks them clean, he murmurs, "Great session. Can you come back again next Tuesday?" "Sure, same time?"