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I wake up bright and early, feeling all giddy and excited, I’ve never done anything like this before. Today is the day of my long dreamt of, naked photo shoot. I primp and pamper myself before the shoot, making sure my body is smooth, my hair laying perfectly in short curls and my finger and toenails are painted immaculately in a deep red. As I get ready I remember meeting the woman who would make my dream come true accidentally at a friend’s party. I think of meeting her the day after the party to look at the nudes she had done for her "real women" exhibition downtown. All her photos are so beautiful and artistically sexy. I feel happy about her taking my pictures since we really hit it off in our short meeting.
I put on a simple bra and panty set in red and a knee length black dress that has no cleavage but is of thin fabric that clings to my curves. To finish my look I put on four inch, black peep-toes. I take my time and select a few things I love in order to take them with me. I don’t want to bring anything that might look too slutty so I pick out a red silk kimono, black lace panties and a matching bra.
I arrive at her studio excited and happy, feeling sexy after my morning grooming, looking forward to the shoot.
“You look great,” she smiles at me as she opens the door.
“Thanks, I wanted to be at my best,” I answer as she ushers me in.
She had set up the lighting and tripod for her Nikon camera before I arrived. The set in the studio is pretty sparse. A hard wooden bench in one spot, a soft white leather sofa, a few chairs in assorted styles, and a partition behind which I guess her other things are.
“I like my photos to be simple,” she says to me, answering my unasked question, “but don’t worry, we will do a wide range.”
She starts taking photos of me fully dressed against a white background, “these are test shots,” she tells me, “so I can see how you are in front of the camera and what your best angles are.”
She instructs me to do a few poses and I follow her instructions a little hesitantly.
“Now start slowly undressing,” she tells me, “imagine you are doing it to tease a lover.”
I slowly remove my heels one by one, letting them drop out of my hands with a clang. Then I start pulling the hem of my dress up, revealing my creamy white thighs inch by inch. I imagine doing it for Alex, a guy I’ve had a crush on for a few months now and my skin tingles with gentle arousal. I pull my dress off and toss it to the side, my hips moving as though dancing to a slow melody in the background. I slip the straps of my bra off, oh so slowly, then reach around to undo the clasp. I hold my bra to my breasts with my left arm as the right undoes the clasp and I smile shyly before letting the bra drop to the floor.
“You are doing amazing,” she encourages me, “you look so sexy and seductive,” she winks.
She instructs me to stand behind a high backed chair and slowly pull my panties off, she snaps more and more photos as I do, always making sure hides my naked body and that nudity is only implied. I look down at my panties as I step out of them and see a considerable wet spot on the crotch. I inhale sharply, realizing how turned on I am.
“Is everything ok?” she asks me.
“Umm I think so... It’s a little embarrassing,” I mumble quietly.
“A little turned on?” she asks gently.
“Yes…” I giggle self-consciously.
“It’s only natural, you don’t need to feel uncomfortable,” she tells me in a soft soothing way, “this is a very arousing situation.”
Her words make me blush even deeper than before, my insides clench and I feel a little moistness wet my inner thigh. I gulp and try to hide my feelings behind a big smile. “God I hope she doesn’t think I’m a perv,” I pray inwardly.
She takes a few photos of me sitting on the chair with my legs spread, the back of the chair hiding my spread open pussy. The cold surface of the chair against my warm skin feels so good and sensual, I keep biting my lip to keep myself from moaning.
“I want to change background now and I’d like to see what outfits you brought,” she says after taking enough photos with the chair.
I get up from the chair and pull my panties back on but my bra is nowhere to be found.
“Don’t worry,” she laughs, “I’ve already seen you naked,” and she winks again.
I giggle and stop looking around for my bra. I walk to where I’d left my bags and bend over to retrieve the items I brought. I feel her stepping behind me and her breath tickles my neck as I straighten up.
“Sorry,” she whispers in my ear and steps back as I jump slightly.
“Oh these are perfect,” she says as she takes the silk kimono and lace panties from my hands, “you will look breathtaking in these.”
“Thanks,” I mumble, “I love them too.”
“Put them on while I move the lighting,” she says and brushes my arm softly with her finger.
I drop my wet, red panties quickly and stuff them into the bottom of my bag as she hauls lighting over to the white sofa. I quickly pull on the black lace panties and wrap the red kimono around me. As I turn around I see her watching me with a slight smile on her face. I smile back and find myself admiring her lean, athletic frame, with the short cut blond hair and sparkling blue eyes. I feel a little confused, I’ve never been attracted to girls before but I guess this situation is getting to me more than I could ever have imagined.
She lifts her finger, motioning me to come here in what seems to me a most seductive manner. I feel all tense in my stomach as I walk over to the sofa, feeling that I really want this woman. She positions me on the sofa, gently touching me, her fingers lingering a moment too long on my body. “Is she flirting with me?” I think suddenly. As the thought crosses my mind I feel my pussy tighten in a delicious manner and moisture leak onto my thighs.
She snaps photos of me draped over the sofa in various ways, some with the kimono tied and some with it open and showing my almost naked form. After she feels she has the photos she wants she instructs me to lay on the sofa so my head hangs off the edge of the seat and my legs are up on the back rest. I take the position she wants but she tutt’s and shakes her head. She walks over to me and starts rearranging my body into the pose she wants, touching me gently and making me squirm by doing so. I gasp as I suddenly feel her soft finger brush my inner thigh.
“Mmm you are very wet,” she purrs as she holds her hand up, her eyes locked on mine.