Boudoir Photography

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I couldn't quite understand why the pictures Jake wanted me to take were so important for him; but, the fact that he wished them above anything else for his birthday, I could not deny. I called the number in the paper and made an appointment. I wasn't entirely certain what boudoir photos would consist of. I asked if there was anything in particular I might need to bring since I had never taken photos other than family portraits and the like or pictures taken by family and friends.

I was running a little late. My nerves were uncertain and the title 'boudoir photographs' didn't help matters. What specifically would he be photographing? Was it what I thought it might be and if so why was Jake so interested that I have such photos taken of me? Such questions raced through my mind as I made my way to the address I'd jotted down.

I finally found the studio and knocked. I felt a bit out of place as I entered the place, following the voice that had called out to come in and relayed that the door was unlocked.

I apologized as I passed through a small waiting room and made my way to the studio. "I'm sorry I'm late. I had some trouble finding your place and I'm a bit nervous about this all," I explained.

I hadn't seen him yet but as I turned to my left I saw a mirror. I'm 5'8" (172 cm) with shoulder length dark brown hair and deep blue eyes. I have an average C cup bust and am thin without looking half-starved. I'm often complimented for my looks; but, it's what's inside that makes a person who they are. That's why I remember my husband telling me that he was twice blessed. That I was as beautiful within as I was on the outside.

I noticed some motion from the reflection of the far end of the room. I turned as I wondered once again why Jake wanted these pictures so much.

 

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I looked to Jake once the photographer had stated the situation. I was uncertain but sensed that he might wish to use the offered booth. "We'll use the booth," I said with a matter-of-fact voice that I reserved for things such as grocery orders and most other daily events.

It didn't hit me that I might have mistaken my husband's wishes until a moment or two later. My business-like demeanor with the photographer melted into the loving concern of a beloved wife in a matter of moments. "Jake? That is what you want dear, right?" My voice turning soft as the worry that I might have misinterpreted the nod I'd seen from the corner of my eye earlier.

 

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I watched as the photographer led my husband away. I wasn't sure about any of this, but it was what Jake wanted and that was what mattered. I found a seat and waited for - had he said his name was Ron or Don. I wasn't especially interested in exploring the room. I just wanted to get this over and done with.

When he returned, I found out that the man taking my pictures was Ron - not Don. He suggested getting used to posing in what I was wearing then moving or to something sexier. I wasn't exactly certain what he meant by sexier but I doubted I was ready to show off to a complete stranger what I still modestly showed none but my husband.

He positioned me for each shot. His hands guiding me from one pose into the next. I think he may have brushed against my breasts more than he needed to as he moved this arm here and leaned close to adjust my posture. But it might have been nothing more than my imagination and the close quarters he needed for his work. I put it out of my mind and kept my mind on holding the pose just so.

 

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The shoot seemed to be going well; but, then again, he probably acted like this with each person who posed for him. I was starting to relax more as the poses became more and more familiar. Then he'd add one or two more new ones to 'keep it fresh' and I imagined it also kept the person modeling on her toes. It allowed me to gradually learn more and more poses without making me feel stupid.

I was caught unawares when he asked me to unbutton the top two buttons of my shirt. "What was that?" I asked, in order to see if I'd heard right.

"Just open the first few buttons, darling," he said as he switched cameras. He sounded as if he was asking me to get him something at the corner store while I was there. It didn't seem that he really cared whether I did it or not, so why was I feeling resistant? This was just a job for him.

After a few breaths - before which I'd been tempted to tell him where he could put it - I unbuttoned one button. He held the camera as if waiting for something. I undid a second button. He snapped a shot as I pulled the brief length freed from the action to either side.

"That's my baby," he said before taking a number of pictures of various poses.

 

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I'll freely admit to being surprised by Ron's (he insisted I call him Ron and that when I said 'sir' he was tempted to look over his shoulder to find out who I was talking to) next appointment. Goodness gratious! Had she walked through the street dressed that way. Her clothes showed off a good more than they covered. I didn't hear their argument but what I did hear tended to be her side of the argument. Her words were coarse and most unlady-like. It seemed she dropped the f-bomb - or so I had heard it called - with every other breath.

When she left, I thought 'good riddance.' But when Ron explained that she was a professional and was in fact here for a contract shoot; I felt the bottom fall out from my stomach as I realized that he had most likely broken a contract because of Jake's and my tardiness. That he was an artist in his element and the financial obligations the contract represented wouldn't hit him until later.

It was most likely guilt that drove me to follow Ron's instructions without argument. I looked through the bikinis and chose blue since it's Jake's favorite color. I looked at myself in the mirror and wasn't certain I dared let any man other than my husband see me dressed this way. The bottom was a thong with that narrow strip of cloth riding between my ass cheeks. The top was to some extent decent although I could easilly see my nipples through the cloth.

I reminded myself that this man had undoubtedly seen a good many women dressed this way and that I wouldn't see him again after today's shot. Then of course there was the fact that these pictures were for Jake and he'd be the only other one to see me thus.

None-the-less, I relaxed a great deal once I pulled what looked like a bathrobe around myself and stepped from the changing room

 

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I have to admit that my nerves were back and I wasn't certain what I'd do when Ron asked me to lose the robe. But, he just smiled and positioned me in front of a backdrop and took pictures of me with the robe still on. I soon lost my nervousness once it became plain that he wasn't going to push the issue and simply seemed to enjoy taking pictures of me. He said I was a natural and that he wished half the models he shot had my natural ability - not that he stopped shifting this arm here or that leg there or simply changing the tilt of my head.

He asked me to tell me a little about myself when he stopped to change film. I told him a little about Jake and me. I sensed that this wasn't quite what he had in mind but I love my husband and until this moment hadn't seen just how much my life revolves around his.

"No darling. Tell me something just about you," he said.

I was speechless. I didn't know what to say. I finally commented that I was enjoying modeling and hadn't thought it possible before today.

He smiled and asked me to untie the sash of the bathrobe. My hands moved toward the belt pausing for a moment before I undid the slight knot there. He took a few pictures seated, lying on my side and finally standing before he told me matter-of-factly to drop the robe to the ground.

I shrugged it from my shoulders with barely a thought, feeling as if I was what others had described as being 'in the zone.' I was exposing myself in the dark blue bikini I'd chosen to the camera, not to Ron or Jake at that moment.

I know Ron was snapping pictures like crazy as the bathrobe moved from my shoulders to puddle around my feet.

 

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I was in my element. Why hadn't I ever thought of modeling before? Ron had a gift for making me feel sexy in a way I'd never before experienced. These pictures would turn out to be as much a gift for me as for Jake.

I didn't plan on starting up a career but Christmas would be coming along soon enough and I was sure Jake would just adore another set of pictures. Then of course there was Valentine's Day...

The camera never asked anything of me but to pose. And with Ron's help, I was apparently doing a knockout job.

I was surprised when I heard the knock on the inner door and quickly pulled the bathrobe up to cover myself. Two muscular men stepped into the room apologizing about getting stuck in traffic.

Ron was upset. These men were apparently here to shoot the contract scene he'd mentioned when the woman had shown up earlier. He mumbled to himself and I heard that he planned to pay them off. So, drew the conclusion that he'd paid off the woman earlier.

I wanted to do something. Perhaps, Jake and I could pay the men off. But he'd still be breaking his contract with whoever sent them over in the first place. I thought to offer compensation for the broken contact. Surely Jake and I had enough money to at least do that much...

"I'll be back in a second, gorgeous. Just have to take care of some business," Ron said as he turned to deal with the men. It wasn't until I heard him mutter once more that another idea struck me.

"Maybe I could fill in... I'm already dressed for the beach," I offered uncertainly.

 

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I returned to the dressing room feeling more than a little confused. I had offered to help out but Ron seemed hesitant to take it. He'd mentioned that I would need a skimpier bathing suit and that the two men would eventually strip down to speedos. There was something I was missing, something about the way he'd described the action the camera would be catching. It was almost as if he was warning me without speaking.

But the fact that the client was a famous resort went a long way toward calming me. As far as the modelling fee was concerned, Jake takes care of the money but it did seem a bit much for a few pictures. But I hadn't the faintest idea on how much an ad campain might cost.

I looked through the bikinis. There wasn't all that much choice, really. One or two more that were in the same stayle as the one I was currently wearing. I saw a few one-pieces but Ron had said I needed a skimpier bikini if I was to do the ad.

The only other bikinis looked more like tiny bits of cloth connected by string. I tried one of the tops and had to adjust the cloth in order that my areola remained covered. Upon trying the other bikini's bottom, I found that I'd definitely need the Neet.

As I applied the hair remover, I wondered if I shouldn't just dress up and call it quits, getting the pictures Ron had offered and going home. Then it hit me that I might not be able to use Ron as my photographer if he had to pay out $3500 to each person involved, not to mention buying out of his contract.

I was thinking that I might leave my $3500 to Ron in order to cover the money he must have paid the woman earlier. It wasn't as if Jake and I needed the money while Ron most likely would.

I wiped away the lotion and the hair I'd had down there. I hope Jake wouldn't be upset that I was bald down there now. I could always grow it back after all.

I cupped my hands beneath the faucet and poured it over my newly shaved patch. Once I dried myself off, I tried the bikini bottoms again. It managed to cover me - barely. If it wasn't for the bond of friendship I sensed had grown between Ron and myself during the shoot, I knew I would never have even thought of wearing this two-piece - not even for $3500. However, I tend to be unfailingly loyal to those I consider to be friends.

I found a 'proper beach cover up' which nearly reached my knees and felt a bit relieved that, even if it was temporary, at least I was decently covered.

 

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I saw Ron approaching with a smile and a piece of paper. I stopped where I was and looked uncertainly at the guys. They were looking at me like I was something they planned to eat. Thank goodness I had Ron to keep them in check.

"What's this?" I asked as Ron asked me to sign the paper. He said something about it being a standard model release. I wished Jake was out here. He's the one who knows what's what when it comes to contracts. I mentioned sending it to his lawyer, but it apparently needed to be signed before the shot took place. With some apprehension, I took the pen and wrote my name on the dotted line.

"I decided to give you the money, Ron. I figured you must have had to pay her off so this will only even things out and at least I won't feel guilty for being so late," I told him.

 

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I agreed to Ron's suggestion for the $3500. It meant that he wouldn't have been as financially destitute as I had thought but he was ever so sweet. He hadn't needed to confess to only paying half. He might have taken more but he was sweet and offered me half. I figured I could use it to pay for my previous shoot and to make a reservation for my christmas shoot.

We began simply enough. Just getting to know one another. Simple enough poses. It was uncomfortable at first with one of the guys touching me here while the other touched me there or I touched one or the other. At one point, Ron had us sitting close and told a hilarious joke sending into peals of laughter.

Ron chose then to announce it was swimsuit time. He had thankfully proved my first assumptions to be mistaken, Dave and Tony weren't the a-holes I had first taken them for. They seemed nice enough and touched me only when and where Ron told them to.

I felt a bit more relaxed after the time posing and especially the joke. Ron was the best and I absolutely trusted him to make certain that nothing happened that wasn't supposed to. They seemed a bit eager to take my cover-up off but then men will be men. Ron took a good number of shots as the two removed the covering.

I made certain that my bikini - once exposed - was covering what it was supposed to. Then I followed Ron's instructions in removing Dave's T-shirt - then eventually - Tony's. We spent some time like this before Ron asked me to open Dave's shorts.

 

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I started to reach for Dave's shorts but... I hadn't undressed a man other than my husband and that had been on his insistance. I looked at Ron and didn't know what to say. I didn't think I could do it.

Thankfully, Ron has the patience of a saint and talked me through it. He's tha absolute best. We went through it together. He placed me inbetween the two me, facing Dave. My hands were shaky when he placed them on the tie in front. I had to stay in this position for some time as Ron returned to his camera and snapped a few from different angles.

"Okay, beautiful, slowly pull the string to untie the knot. Perfect." He then approached and placed my hands on either of Dave's hips and stuck one finger underneath the side of the board shorts. I was nervous as all hell but Ron shot pictures just the same. "That's wonderful, darling just let me get a few more shots then yank them down," I looked at him with an incredulous expression.

"Yank them down?" I repeated. I was certain I hadn't heard right.

He relaxed for a moment and talked to me. "I know you're shy and all but this ad needs to have sex appeal> I need you to look as if you can't wait to see what he's hiding under his shorts. Right now you're someone else. Someone who feels comfortable wearing skimpy bikinis. Someone who loves to show off her body and who enjoys men's attentions." He picked up his camera again. "And at this moment, you want nothing more than to see what's beneath those shorts."

I was playing a character. I had always done well in theatre back in grade school. I could do this.

"Okay, baby, let's do it," Ron cued me.

 

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I remembered my first roomate during college. She had been much more interested in partying and meeting people than focused on earning good grades. She and I were absolute opposites but had developed a friendship of sorts. When my mother found out about her, I was moved to a room for a single occupant. I didn't really run in the same circles Jennifer did and so lost touch.

I took a few hints from Ron. Slightly arching my back as I knelt there to better show off my breasts, I noticed Tony's and Dave's looks and grinned as if we were sharing a secret. What the person looking at the photo wouldn't know was that the secret was that this woman just wasn't me.

Once he gave the word, I yanked them off so hard and fast that Dave's speedos had gotten caught in the motion for a very short distance. His pubes were showing but thankfully nothing else. What caused my face to turn red in embarassment was that I'd slightly torn Dave's boardshorts in my swift jerk.

I looked up from the shorts I still held and almost burst out in laughter when I realized that Dave's pubes were bottle blond. As I looked up at Dave's face I knew that I was right - they were the exact same color as the hair on his head. What kind of guy dyes his hair and his pubes to match?

"Perfect!" Ron exclaimed - still clicking shots. "A bit hard on the shorts though, beautiful. Think you can tear tony's off of him?" He said with a laugh in his voice.

 

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