Exposed!

[CockSparrow]

I had not long left art school and I was working in the advertising department of a well-known department store.

It was back in pre digital photography days. We had a small photographic studio next to the art department. And this was where small tabletop items were photographed. Bigger items, and any shots involving people, were farmed out to one of three independent photographic studios.

On a particular day, I was sent to one of the studios to collect some prints of a new range of women’s winter coats. When I arrived at the studio, Tina, one of the photographers, was still finishing off the last of the prints.

‘Help yourself to a coffee,’ Tina said, pointing to the Cona machine. ‘I’ll just be another ten minutes or so.’

I went and poured myself a coffee and, while I was doing so, I noticed a slightly battered collection of black and white pix of women in various corsetry garments. Several of the pix, including a couple of shots of women in open bottomed girdles, were rather arousing to say the least. Definitely way beyond the usual newspaper ad shots.

‘Ah… the girls,’ Tina said when she returned with the coat shots.

‘The girls?’

‘Yes. We found them down the back of the old work bench when we were putting the new one in. Not sure what the story is. I think they must have been there for a while.’

‘No knickers,’ my mouth said before I had a chance to engage my brain.

Tina laughed. ‘Yes. I assume that was probably deliberate. I could make you a print if you like.’

I would have loved a print but I wasn’t sure if Tina was just teasing. So I simply smiled.

A couple of days later, I had to deliver some flannel shirts to be photographed. I was running late so I phoned the studio to make sure that there would still be someone there. Tina answered the phone. ‘Tell you what,’ she said. ‘Maybe you could deliver the shirts to my apartment. It’s not far from the studio.’

Tina answered the door in a bathrobe. ‘Come in,’ she said. ‘I was just about to get myself a drink.’ Tina went off to get the drinks and, when she had returned, she had removed the bathrobe, and she was wearing just an open bottomed corselette. ‘What do you think?’ she asked as she fluffed her exposed dark bush.

 

[KinoKe]

When I was a lot younger, I took a photography class at a local art college. Most of my classmates were pretty average, but I seemed to have a bit of a natural talent, so much so that the tutor, who also ran a commercial studio, used to get me in to help on weekends when he was particularly busy.

One weekend when he had an out-of-town wedding, he got me in to take some photographs of a dressmaker who specialised in dresses for larger women. The dressmaker modelled the garments herself. When we had finished – or at least when I thought we had finished – the woman hummed and ha-ed a bit before asking me to take a shot of her in a full corset.

“No problem,” I told her.

While she was getting changed, I rearranged my cock in anticipation. I was not disappointed. Her corset was an open-bottomed model.

She started out wearing knickers. But that didn’t look right. The knickers had to go.

When we had finished taking the photographs, she said: “I suppose you want to finger me now.” Who was I to turn down such an invitation?

 

[Bigboobbabe]

When I was a lot younger, I took a photography class at a local art college. Most of my classmates were pretty average, but I seemed to have a bit of a natural talent, so much so that the tutor, who also ran a commercial studio, used to get me in to help on weekends when he was particularly busy.

One weekend when he had an out-of-town wedding, he got me in to take some photographs of a dressmaker who specialised in dresses for larger women. The dressmaker modelled the garments herself. When we had finished – or at least when I thought we had finished – the woman hummed and ha-ed a bit before asking me to take a shot of her in a full corset.

“No problem,” I told her.

While she was getting changed, I rearranged my cock in anticipation. I was not disappointed. Her corset was an open-bottomed model.

She started out wearing knickers. But that didn’t look right. The knickers had to go.

When we had finished taking the photographs, she said: “I suppose you want to finger me now.” Who was I to turn down such an invitation?

I used to chat with a photographer who specialized in boudoir pictures.
Bottomless, getting fingered was often mentioned.

This guy was not an amateur looking for MILF's.
He sent me samples from a few of his shoots.
He had professional models in very unique and avant guard lingerie.
He also had some MILF's wanting glamour shots to expand his business and income.