chin_butterfly
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I had always wanted my sexy pictures taken someday before my skin wrinkles. Eventually, I met the right man to do the job, but I haven’t the courage to pull it through.
Is anyone here brave enough to have their sexy pictures taken by a photographer, and I don’t mean the actresses & models, but people from the usual neighbourhood?
However, I wrote a story about him, hoping that someday, not too long from now, I dare take the next step to …..
“I am sorry, Darling, you bought some bad films, I couldn’t process them to any better quality although God knows, I’ve tried.” I nodded at him and said "It’s okay, they are not really important pictures but thanks for trying.” “Hey, Merry Christmas and Happy New Year. Where’s Jo?” I casually asked looking about the shop and studio for his wife and son. Rob tells me she is out of town, at her parent’s place with John.
“Uhh… oh I see. Well, I should be going.” I check my stuffs and about to leave when I turn to ask Rob. “Do you mind if I ask you a very personal question?” “No, go right ahead, Darling.” I begin telling him about my wish to take sensual bedroom photos for my private collection, not naked but the seductive ones. He immediately stops whatever he is doing, walks closer to me behind the counter and listens attentively, occasionally smiling at me. “Are you sure you want to do this, Darling?” “It is strange, coming from you, especially when you are Chinese but I’ve always found you sexy in your quiet way” I look at him, and in silence, my body responding to his nearness. “Well, I’m for it if you are. Tomorrow will be a right time, since you are not working and Jo will not be back yet” Thankful for the absence of customers, we discussed further about how, when, what settings, who gets the props ready, and what clothes to wear etc etc. I went home that day having second thoughts, but I didn’t decline the offer. I can see he is very much excited about the idea, and promising to do a great job.
The day came, and we started by some easy casual shots of me in my sleeping gown. He created a bedroom set with hanging sheer curtains, lots of soft pillows and soft lighting. Rob is a professional through and through, he knows how to relax me in order to get the best results. He started taking pictures of me in my robe in various positions on the bed, sitting, standing, lying down from all directions. His camera was clicking away non stop. I feel like a model, and he is the director. Eventually, I didn’t even feel shy or embarrassed appearing before him in flimsy, transparent nightwear. He took pictures of me fully clothed, only exposing flesh in coyness. He is seriously working, and both of us seems to be enjoying the session very much. Soon, Rob said he thinks he has enough of me in films. “Are you game for more, Darling?” “Now is the time to let go and create history.” he said. “How? It would cause a scandal if word gets out!” “I won’t tell, if you don’t, who’s to know?” Rob grinned at me and said “I am willing to do this for you, if you want me to.”
And that was all it took, I slipped the strings off my shoulders, while he watch me intently. I looked up to him saying “OK, how's this?” He put his camera back in action, and urge me to keep moving and undressing until he says stop. Soon, I was down to only my panties, and rolling on the bed in many positions by his instructions. I seem to be in positions of exposing myself, and yet my intimate parts were hidden from view with curtains and pillows, side angles and such like. Then, his camera stopped clicking. That was it for the pictures then, because I was suddenly very aware of how conscious I feel as he stand at a distance staring at me. I quickly held on tightly to a pillow. My body was warming up, was I feeling aroused? He put the camera down and cleared away the other stuffs, and switched off some of the lights, and left the room. I took this cue to put my clothes back on.
He came back to with two cups of hot coffee just as I was combing my hair. “Stay a while, sweetheart” I would love to have your company for a little longer.” As I wasn’t planning to go anywhere after this, I stayed, we were back to our friendly client –photographer relationship, on my side, I was hiding my feelings for him, I wondered if he is doing the same. I was going through another bout of strange mixture of feelings as my eyes rested on his fingers on the teaspoon stirring his coffee. I have often seen him with Jo, and envy her. What would it feel like to have those gentle fingers stroke my nipples, have his face between my legs, or having his cock fill me up?. I drank my coffee, as I imagine him standing behind me, my head leaning against him and feeling his hands slip into my blouse, and wander over my breasts…
By now, I wondered if I also turned you on, do you also dream of being Rob, and moving your hands down to the hem of my skirt, eager to get under it and play with me properly...or should that be improperly?. Do you want to read the ending of my story? Or do you want to end it for me or with me?
Is anyone here brave enough to have their sexy pictures taken by a photographer, and I don’t mean the actresses & models, but people from the usual neighbourhood?
However, I wrote a story about him, hoping that someday, not too long from now, I dare take the next step to …..
“I am sorry, Darling, you bought some bad films, I couldn’t process them to any better quality although God knows, I’ve tried.” I nodded at him and said "It’s okay, they are not really important pictures but thanks for trying.” “Hey, Merry Christmas and Happy New Year. Where’s Jo?” I casually asked looking about the shop and studio for his wife and son. Rob tells me she is out of town, at her parent’s place with John.
“Uhh… oh I see. Well, I should be going.” I check my stuffs and about to leave when I turn to ask Rob. “Do you mind if I ask you a very personal question?” “No, go right ahead, Darling.” I begin telling him about my wish to take sensual bedroom photos for my private collection, not naked but the seductive ones. He immediately stops whatever he is doing, walks closer to me behind the counter and listens attentively, occasionally smiling at me. “Are you sure you want to do this, Darling?” “It is strange, coming from you, especially when you are Chinese but I’ve always found you sexy in your quiet way” I look at him, and in silence, my body responding to his nearness. “Well, I’m for it if you are. Tomorrow will be a right time, since you are not working and Jo will not be back yet” Thankful for the absence of customers, we discussed further about how, when, what settings, who gets the props ready, and what clothes to wear etc etc. I went home that day having second thoughts, but I didn’t decline the offer. I can see he is very much excited about the idea, and promising to do a great job.
The day came, and we started by some easy casual shots of me in my sleeping gown. He created a bedroom set with hanging sheer curtains, lots of soft pillows and soft lighting. Rob is a professional through and through, he knows how to relax me in order to get the best results. He started taking pictures of me in my robe in various positions on the bed, sitting, standing, lying down from all directions. His camera was clicking away non stop. I feel like a model, and he is the director. Eventually, I didn’t even feel shy or embarrassed appearing before him in flimsy, transparent nightwear. He took pictures of me fully clothed, only exposing flesh in coyness. He is seriously working, and both of us seems to be enjoying the session very much. Soon, Rob said he thinks he has enough of me in films. “Are you game for more, Darling?” “Now is the time to let go and create history.” he said. “How? It would cause a scandal if word gets out!” “I won’t tell, if you don’t, who’s to know?” Rob grinned at me and said “I am willing to do this for you, if you want me to.”
And that was all it took, I slipped the strings off my shoulders, while he watch me intently. I looked up to him saying “OK, how's this?” He put his camera back in action, and urge me to keep moving and undressing until he says stop. Soon, I was down to only my panties, and rolling on the bed in many positions by his instructions. I seem to be in positions of exposing myself, and yet my intimate parts were hidden from view with curtains and pillows, side angles and such like. Then, his camera stopped clicking. That was it for the pictures then, because I was suddenly very aware of how conscious I feel as he stand at a distance staring at me. I quickly held on tightly to a pillow. My body was warming up, was I feeling aroused? He put the camera down and cleared away the other stuffs, and switched off some of the lights, and left the room. I took this cue to put my clothes back on.
He came back to with two cups of hot coffee just as I was combing my hair. “Stay a while, sweetheart” I would love to have your company for a little longer.” As I wasn’t planning to go anywhere after this, I stayed, we were back to our friendly client –photographer relationship, on my side, I was hiding my feelings for him, I wondered if he is doing the same. I was going through another bout of strange mixture of feelings as my eyes rested on his fingers on the teaspoon stirring his coffee. I have often seen him with Jo, and envy her. What would it feel like to have those gentle fingers stroke my nipples, have his face between my legs, or having his cock fill me up?. I drank my coffee, as I imagine him standing behind me, my head leaning against him and feeling his hands slip into my blouse, and wander over my breasts…
By now, I wondered if I also turned you on, do you also dream of being Rob, and moving your hands down to the hem of my skirt, eager to get under it and play with me properly...or should that be improperly?. Do you want to read the ending of my story? Or do you want to end it for me or with me?
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