Photographer with bride-to-be

[Gareman]

Brenda came in for her pre-bridal photos. I had scheduled her appointment for a Wednesday evening, a night when we are closed and none of the other staff would be present.

She had intrigued me from the moment I saw her. She had short dark hair and an innocent, almost childlike way about her. I never would have guessed that she had just turned 22.

My fantasies had flowed steadily throughout the day in anticipation of her arrival. In reality, I didn't expect anything to happen, but you never know !

I had seduced several brides in the 25 years that I had been a professional photographer. Most of them were women who loved being photographed and my suggestion of taking a few nudes was met with enthusiastic cooperation.

The seduction was actually accomplished with the camera. Some women get turned on by the thought of being photographed naked, and once horny, the natural sexual act became quite easy. I still have all the photographs taken in each of these sessions.

But Brenda was different. I knew that I would have to be very convincing to win her trust. And I couldn't make any mistakes along the way or I knew she would be spooked and flee like a frightened fawn.


[Edited by Gareman on 09-09-2000 at 09:51 AM]

 

[wolf357]

I started by taking the photos and haveing casual conversation with the young bride-to-be she begin to get more and more relaxed even smiled a few times without me taken a photo so i decided to pick up the pace

 

[Gareman]

OOC: Wolf, I'm already playing the photographer. I need a bride-to-be to play opposite me.

 

[dansemajik]

I will just read this one, though I am intrigued. I will let some other lucky girl play opposite of you this time. I will look forward to the story unfolding. Girls, he's good. You will enjoy your experience here. Danse.

 

[Gareman]

While wating for Brenda, I prepare the room. I want her to feel comfortable and safe in my studio. I arrange my small couch with a bunch of big fluffy pillows and light candles around the room.

I'm tense but ready. All I need is for Brenda to arrive....

 

[dansemajik]

Enter Brenda...

Boy, was I nervous. I was getting married in two weeks, and I was a wreck. My best friend had suggested I use this guy to get all my wedding photos taken. I had called him, and set up an appt. for Weds night. So, here it was Weds. and I
had just gotten my hair and makeup done exactly how it would be on my wedding day, lugging my wedding gown with me, along with a couple of other items the photographer suggested, as a "surprise" for my fiance...

I am a cute perky sort of person, short brown hair, and the kind of face that makes people think I am a lot younger than I am. I am 22, just finished college and am going to marry the man of my dreams, I think....I had started getting cold feet. What was there out in the world that I was going to miss out on? Ugh. I shook myself out of my reverie as I rang the bell outside of the studio.

 

[Gareman]

The bell rang and my heart jumped into my throat. There was somthing about this particular bride that was exciting to me. She seemed so innocent and I had a hard time believing that she was marrying such a bossy son-of-a-bitch.

In our prior meetings, her fiancee' took every opportunity to interrupt and demean her. She reminded me an awful lot of my own daughter who had just turned 20. I would have a hard time imagining Casey marrying anyone like this loser.

I open the door and take a moment to gather my thoughts. She looks so beautiful with makeup on. Her deep brown eyes looked directly into mine for only a moment before glancing away shyly.

"Hello Brenda," I said, "you look absolutely ravishing tonight. Come on in and let's get started."

She entered the studio, carrying her gown and a small bag of miscellaneous items. I closed and locked the door behind her and guided her upstairs to the room that I had prepared especially for her.

 

[dansemajik]

To say that I was an innocent would be an understatement. I as an only child, sort of coddled, protected. My parents always supported my decisions. They supported me while I was in college. Now I had my art degree, and was working in the museum, as a procurer. I had good talent, and I painted lots of beautiful pictures. My fiance now forbids me to paint. He wants me always at his side, to be his trophy. I had noticed recently how possessive he was.

I had a hell of a time getting away from him tonight to take these pictures. My Dad helped by taking Curt out for dinner, a "guys night out" he called it. As they were leaving, I saw the lingering look in Curts eye. I think my Mom saw it too. she smiled at me, handed my my things and said, "Have a good time sweetheart. Dad will see that Curt gets home alright."

As the photographer let me in the door, these thoughts that had haunted me, left my mind. The interior was lovely, all white, and draped in sheer white fabrics, candles lit. As he graciosly took my things and led me to a room to change I could feel sensuality emanating from him. The way his eyes touched on me, lightly, and when he smiled. I couldn't help smiling back at him.

I closed the door and changed, I put on my gown. I had designed it with a friend, and another friend sewed it for me. It was silk, the color of ivory, reminiscent of 1400's clothing. Tight across the chest, low cut, edged with pearls, caught just under the breasts with a ribbon, that wa encrusted with pearls. The sleeves were long, and fitted to my arms, sheer, and came to a point at the wrists. My dress fell in soft straight cascades from under the breast straight to the floor. I wore simple ballet slippers on my feet. In my hair was a simple crown of baby's breath. I looked stunning, and maybe outdated from the frothy stuff people wore to get married now, but it was style that suited me, and was timeless. I stepped into a room that literally embraced me.

 

[Gareman]

Brenda looked fantastic. The gown she wore was simple but elegant. Her innocent appearance coupled with the beautiful gown made her look like a small doll. I felt guilty for the feelings that I couldn't help but have about her.

I had her sit on the couch that I had prepared for her. The first few shots were standard bridal photos. She followed my instructions perfectly and we zipped through the first roll of film quickly.

As I snapped the photos, I went out of my way to compliment her. I kept telling her how beautiful she looked and what a lucky man her fiancee was. I could tell that she wasn't used to being praised this way. She flashed a shy smile with every compliment.

"Brenda, I can't believe what a natural you are," I said. "You must have some modeling experience."

She shook her head, not knowing how to react to my compliment.

"Oh come on. I can't believe that !"

I walked over and adjusted a lock of hair that had fallen from beneath her crown. Standing behind her I snuck a peak down the front of her low-cut gown. Her breasts were obviously small and I couldn't really see very much, but it was enough to make me want her that much more.

I instucted her to stand against a background for the remaining "traditional" photos. They went just as quickly as the seated shots. My praise continued throughout the session and I could tell that she was starting to gain some confidence before the camera.

"So Brenda, tell me a little about yourself," I said, as I loaded the cameras again. "What kinds of things do you like ?" I was trying to open her up. I could tell that she had relaxed a lot since she had arrived, but I wanted her to feel completely comfortable in my presence.

 

[dansemajik]

He made me feel beautiful. He made me feel comfortable. I knew that I was blushing. He wanted me to talk to him about me. I wasn't the chatty type, so it was hard for me to figure out what he wanted from me. When he brushed my hair back from my face, I felt a little sizzle where his hand touched my face. I unconsciously licked my lips. I told him about my love. Art. I talked about colors and textures and the masters. I stopped talking suddenly, realizing I was rambling. I never did that. I know I looked stricken. I clamped my mouth shut with a snap, and my eyes were large as saucers. He stopped taking pictures and just looked at me. I wasn't sure what to do...

 

[Gareman]

I noticed that she had started rambling. She seemed to be eating up the attention I was giving her. I imagined her fiancee barely listened to anything she said. He seemed the sort.

I played around with the camera, trying to plan an approach that might work with this sweet young girl. I didn't want to scare her, but I knew I'd had to take a chance. My mind raced trying to find just the right button to push. Oh shit, I'll just wing it.

"Okay Brenda, I've finished taking the traditional photos," I said trying to sound nonchalant. "At this point I offer all of my brides the opportunity to have some fun and pose for some less stuffy shots. If you'd like to see some samples that I've taken, I can get them for you."

Brenda nodded, looking rather confused.

"You understand that this is totally your choice," I explained opening a locked cabinet full of photo albums. "At this stage of the process, most brides start to wonder if they're doing the right thing. You know cold feet. That's why some women have "Stagette" parties. One last chance to let loose before the big commitment. I also allow my brides to let loose. Well, let me shut up and show you what I mean."

I walked over to the couch where Brenda had returned and sat down beside her.

 

[dansemajik]

His voice brushed over me like velvet. I remembered the things he had suggested I bring with me. I visualized the little bit of lingerie that I had on under my gown. The white silk and lace, the garter, and white silk hose, with lace banding my thighs....

I looked at the albums he had in his hands, waiting for him to open them up and show me what he meant.

 

[Gareman]

I started with some rather tame photos. I had many brides who liked the concept of the "glamour" photos. You know, show a little cleavage... pout a little... make hubby horny. Most of these women did it for their husbands-to be. They actually purchased the photos and gave them to their them on special occasions.

As we thumbed through the photos, Brenda gazed at each intently. I was having difficulty gauging her reaction. I hoped I wasn't moving too quickly.

"Most men like to see their wives posing for photos like these", I explained. "Now other women pose for other reasons."

I looked into her eyes. There was something behind those eyes that had me intrigued. She hadn't said a word since I took out the albums, but I knew she was thinking. The question was, what was she thinking ?

"Would you like to see what some of my more adventurous brides choose to do ?"

 

[dansemajik]

I didn't much care for the glamour shots. I could almost see the disgust in Curts eyes when he saw me looking like that. I would look like a clown, with my lips and cheeks all rouged like that, besides, I never could pout sexily.

When he turned the page and showed some women in lingerie similar to mine, a spark went off inside of me. They were tasteful, and very natural looking. I started turning the pages a little quicker. I wouldn't have to share these with Curt did I? I could keep part of this for myself..

"I, uh, I..." He watied patiently for me to stop stuttering. I cleared my throat. "If I did some of these," I ran my hands over the pages, "You wouldn't show them to anyone would you? You would give them all to me?" I looked directly at him, waiting for his answer.

 

[Gareman]

"I can do you one better, Brenda," I said excitedly. "Many of my brides have me scan the photos and put them on a CD and others leave them with me and I lock them up. If you don't want your husband to see these, he never will. Believe me, I have bridal photos that would freak out any husband. The one's I've shown you are very tame."

Brenda smiled shyly when I mentioned the part about her husband never seeing them. She was obviously intimidated by him. Such a pretty girl getting into such a crappy situation...what a shame.

"So can I take that as a yes," I ask, "If so, let me get a few in your gown before you change."

 

[dansemajik]

I smiled my consent. I stood up and turned where he told me to. While he was snapping shots, I began to unlace the back of my gown. Soon, I was baring one shoulder. I turned front and bared the other, while holding the gown to my chest. His eyebrows raised, he kept shooting I held the gown to me with one hand while I extricated my other arm from the sleeve, my big diamond flashing on my left hand. I repeated the same thing with the other arm. I let go and let the gown puddle around my feet with a slight whispering whoosh. I stood there, in my strapless bra, french cut panties, all white silk and lace in just the right spots. My legs encased in white sheer silk, and a garter belt that would make any old time madam jealous. My babys breath crown was still on my head. I reached up and took it off my head and sent it flying across the room. The photographer never missed a beat. I was having FUN.

 

[Gareman]

Brenda relaxed more and more as she played to the camera. I snapped shot after shot, each more seductive than the last. As she posed, I continued to encourage and praise her. She ate up the attention. I was very surprised at how free she seemed to be, doing a little striptease before shedding he gown.

My cock grew hard quickly. This sweet young girl was affecting me very deeply. I asked her to remove her ballet slippers and she complied. How far would she go ? Obviously she hadn't been transformed into a stripper in the last 20 minutes had she ? Well who knows ?

"Brenda, let's really have fun with this," I said enticingly. "Go lie on the couch."

She did as she was told.

I repositioned my cameras, getting closer. I also adjusted my lights to create the proper effect.

"Okay, now, I want you to give me the sexiest poses you can think of. Make love to the camera."

 

[dansemajik]

I asked myself, 'how do I make love to the camera when I have never made love yet?' I know, 22 years old and still a virgin. Curt said he wanted to wait till we got married. We had been dating since high school. Sure we had fooled around, but never to the point of no return. I think he saw the confusion in my eyes. He was looking at me with sympathy. God, I didn't want his pity. I wanted to be fun and sexy. I wanted someone to find me sexy. I just didn't know how.

 

[Gareman]

When I asked her to make love to the camera, her expression became one of confusion. I sensed that she was less experienced than I had thought. Not wanting to embarrass her further I walked over to her and started positioning her the way I wanted.

First, I had her sit up, knees pulled up to her chest, arms wrapped around her legs. She looked like a little girl. I took several side shots and a few from straight on.

I posed her in every concievable way:
... on all fours
... on her back
... on her side
... etc.

She was enjoying it and so was I.... but ... now came the interesting part.

"Brenda, why don't you go and put on one of the outfits that you brought."

 

[dansemajik]

I was enjoying the photography session immensly. I didn't understand the feelings that were thrumming beneath that. I felt warm and fuzzy, like I was high on champagne. I posed in all different ways. He made me feel desirable, sexy. The first time anyone ever made me feel that way, without making me feel dirty.

When he suggested I go change again, I nodded. I went into the dressing room. I had brought a surprise outfit. He hadn't suggested it, but I thought that it might be fun. I
blushed as I remembered putting it into my bag. I took it out, and opened the door, he was stunned when he saw me standing there...In my old school uniform. black and red plaid pleated skirt, that as much too short for me. the black sweater, tight and unbuttoned to reveal the black bra that I had donned. My legs incased in black knee socks and sadle shoes. I had put some more gloss on my lips and tousled my hair a little. I waited for his reaciton.

 

[Gareman]

I always tell my brides to bring with them an outfit that they feel comfortable in. Usually women bring in a summer dress or a short set. This allows me to take some caual photos.

Brenda's choice was a shocker. She stood at the changing room entrance looking like a sexy schoolgirl. For a moment, I didn't know what to say.

Finally, I spoke.

"That's great Brenda, why don't you go and have a seat on the couch."

She did as I asked.

"I want you to kneel with arms resting against the back of the couch. Look over your shoulder at me."

She looked sweet and hot. I had her open her sweater, revealing her black bra. Now I wanted to go for it all.

"Brenda, would you take your bra off for me ?", I asked.

 

[dansemajik]

I held his gaze with mine as I reached behind me and undid my bra, I slipped the straps off thru the sleeves of my sweater, and pulled the bra out the front of my sweater. Not the sexiest way to remove a bra, but if thats all you are going to take off for the time being, it is efficient. I sat there, my sweater unbuttoned to mid stomach, my breasts were not large, 34-B. But they were near perfect in shape and size. My nipples are very reactive, so the mere brushing of the cashmere of my sweater rubbing on them made them erect. I was nervous, but I knew that I HAD to see this thru. If I didn't, I would stay a prisoner of Curt for the rest of my life. I didn't think I could bear that.

I began unbuttoning my sweater more, exposing my pale skin.

 

[Gareman]

She removed her bra, "Flashdance" style. As she moved, I saw a brief glimpse of one of her bare breasts. Her small nipple was hard. She knew that what I had really wanted was to see her breasts and slowly she opened her sweater.

"That's it Brenda, let me see those beautiful breasts," I encouraged as I snapped photos rapidly. "Curt will never see these, so relax and enjoy yourself."

My mind began playing games with me. I was photographing a young girl who reminded me a lot of my own daughter. That wasn't a problem, but wanting to fuck her was.

"Okay Brenda, now put your hands over your head and lick your lips."

She was driving me wild...

 

[dansemajik]

NO, Curt would never see these pictures. I would save them for myself to look at when I needed to remind myself I was sexy, desirable. I could see it in the photographers face, I could tell by the bulge in his pants. I smiled a small smile, as I licked my lips. I reached into my skirt pocket and withdrew my lip gloss. I opened it up, and smeared some on my finger. Then I applied to my full lips. I knew that my face was flushed, it felt hot. My eyes were flashing messages at this older man. I took him to be maybe 45, but incredibly sexy. Curt was so conservative. In all things. This guy looked like he could take me on a ride that I wouldn't forget soon. I think I wanted to take a wild ride before I got tied down to a stodgy jerk.

I leaned back against the couch. My sweater hung open. I opened my legs wide, revealing the black thong I had on. I put my hand on my crotch. Rubbing the fabric, feeling electric currents running thru me. I saw him take a deep breath. He looked as tho he were fighting his own demons.

 

[Gareman]

Brenda began rubbing her pussy through the soft fabric of her thong. I couldn't take much more.

"That's nice Brenda, play with yourself," I said, moving close to snap more photos.

She continued masturbating, squirming on the couch.

"Let me help you take your panties off," I offered, reaching down and sliding the wet material away from her sweet young snatch.

I moved around her, photographing her from every angle.

"You are so sexy, honey," I said, laying my camera down. I reached down touching her small breasts cautiously, not knowing what her reaction would be...