"Hold it there.... Look straight into the camera. Drop your left shoulder a little... That's great!" His finger squeezed down on the camera and a multitude of flashlights momentarily illuminated the room. After a short pause the 'Low Battery' warning light appeared on the control panel of his camera.
With an audible groan he gingerly raised himself from the awkward position that he had adopted in order to get "just the right angle". In front of his lens the girl maintained her pose awaiting further instructions. Her legs were draped either side of a high-backed wooden chair and her chin rested on lightly bronzed arms. The broad gaps between the chipped varnished rungs of the chair back revealed the dazzling white swimsuit, stretched tightly over her shapely curves. The glare of the modelling lights helped to make the thin outfit slightly transparent with the dark brown aureole around each erect nipple just showing through. She relaxed from the pose and took the opportunity to stretch her stiffening neck muscles.
"I'll change batteries & re-arrange the set," he stated, "You might as well take a break and change your outfit as well."
As he reached into his gadget bag for a new battery the girl smiled. "No problems." She dismounted from the chair squeezing past the surrounding arrangement of light stands, reflectors and brolleys before disappearing into the changing room at the side of the studio.
He had already had several sessions with Jane over the last few months and her friendliness and enthusiasm had made the shoots really enjoyable. As an added bonus the resulting pictures were also pretty damn decent. In comparison, some of the other girls on the studio model register were a lot harder work to photograph. Their only real interest was in getting paid at the end of the night. Jane was different. A refreshing change. Also she was drop dead gorgeous as well!
"What outfit do you want now?" Jane popped her smiling blonde head around the dressing room door. He glanced at his watch. "We've still got another hour.... let's have a look in the props room."
"OK but I'll have to put some clothes on first," she giggled playfully. "You know I don't do nude."
"..If you really must!" He groaned a 'pretend' disappointed reply.
The door closed for a few moments, then Jane emerged clad in a cut-off white tee-shirt and miniskirt. He could clearly see the dark outlines of her pert nipples as her breasts pressed through the thin material of her top. It was short enough to reveal her smooth bronzed midriff and the curves of her narrow waist. The air momentarily filled with the musky scent of her freshly applied perfume as she breezed past him to the door of the props room.
He had photographed her many times and in various stages of undress but the sight of her bum hugging skirt and long slender legs still attracted his gaze.
The props room was actually a converted store room, packed to the rafters with various items of sports equipment, chairs, stools, rugs, photographic backgrounds and racks and racks of dresses and lingerie.
"We must have done most of this lot," she commented, as she browsed through one of the racks of clothing.
"Any suggestions Steve?"
"What about these?" He held up a pair of mechanics overalls.
"Not very sexy!" She pulled a face and laughed. "And they smell!"
"........This?" He pointed to a slinky black dress.
"No - I tried it before and it's too small for me."
".......This." An army jacket.
"Boring!"
As he moved the rack to get at the clothing further down it dislodged some of the props hanging on the wall. An old battered hockey stick was dislodged from its hook and fell to the floor. "I think this is volunteering for service!" She laughed out loud..
Steve picked it up off the floor. "Good idea...I know....we could do a St.Trinians type theme. I think there's a gym-slip or something similar on the rail over there," he pointed "..That's if it's OK with you?"
As he made the suggestion, he felt a sudden rush of excitement. His heart pounded faster and he suddenly felt hot and sweaty. He had always had a bit of a schoolgirl fetish and had dreamed of getting a model to dress up in the full uniform but not wanting to appear to be a dirty old man, he had never dared ask. In reality, however, it had seemed almost as though she had talked him into it!
He held his breath and awaited her reaction, hardly daring to make eye contact.
"It's fine by me," she laughed. "In fact I went to a fancy dress party on New Years Eve dressed as a schoolgirl... You should have seen it, the men couldn't take their eyes off my stocking tops!!!" She grinned at him mischievously.
"Bet you looked great!" Steve replied trying to remain composed.
"......You'll soon see for yourself - Here it is!" She exclaimed as she lifted it off a hanging rail and held it up. And there it was in all its glory! A proper school blazer, black with an embodied badge, a straw hat with black band, a very short navy blue pleated gym skirt with a crisp white button up blouse and a blue and yellow striped school tie. "This brings back a few memories," she laughed. "In fact that looks a bit like our old school tie!"
She held the skirt in front of her to see if it would fit. "I'll get changed - you sort out the set!" As she walked back into the changing room he detected a slight flush on her face.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" He clenched his fist in silent celebration. His fantasy of Jane dressed as a naughty schoolgirl in full uniform was actually going to happen!
He looked around for suitable props to use on the set. A small wooden table would make a great school desk. A metal framed chair was ideal. A few pens and a writing pad were arranged on the desk as the final touch. He decided to re-use the plain black curtain background but the lights would need adjusting slightly. Returning to the props cupboard for the hockey stick in question he happened to notice a thin wooden school cane on the wall. "Perfect," he whispered to himself as he collected them both.
He didn't hear Jane come out of the changing room. The first thing he saw from his position crouched on the floor taking light readings, was a pair of patent black high-heeled shoes. She stood directly in front of him.
"Jane Spencer reporting for detention Sir...... I've been naughty again!" she said with a mock "little girl" voice. He slowly looked up from her feet. His eyes travelled inch by inch up her beautiful long legs, clad in silky black.......tights or stockings? He reached the hem of her pleated blue skirt that began high on her thighs, and could just see the tell tale bumps of the fastenings connected to that darker top section...... Stockings!
Her skirt was the cock-teasing perfect length..... her stocking tops and a small band of creamy white thigh above was just in view. He desperately wanted to run his hand up there. To feel that soft warm area right at the tops of her legs above her stockings and below her panties. To feel the lacy elastic of her suspender belt straps and stocking tops lightly digging into her soft thighs.
He knew he couldn't. He knew he wouldn't.
She had left the blazer buttons undone and had tucked the white blouse tightly into the waistband of the gym skirt. The school tie had been put on loosely and she had not fastened the top two blouse buttons giving a tantalising hint of cleavage. As a final gesture she had tied her blonde hair into pony tails, put the hat on and had applied some freckles onto her nose and cheeks with brown make-up. She looked orgasmic! The picture of an innocent schoolgirl.....with the body of a sexy young woman! Playboy meets St.Trinians!!
"What have you done this time young lady?" He played along with her little game.
She towered above him, "Oh Sir, Mandy Robins dared me to leave my bra off and sit on the front row for maths this afternoon.... And our teacher, Mr. Slater, reported me...... Mind you, he didn't say anything until the end of the lesson - I can't imagine why!"
She opened the blazer and thrust out her breasts to demonstrate. She ran both hands downwards over her firm round tits to emphasise the fact that she had no bra on. He could see her rock hard nipples as the blouse stretched tightly, the buttons straining to keep her in. Her breasts were just the right size, not too big, and perfectly shaped. Some of the photographers he knew were only interested in shooting girls with big tits - Steve went for quality not quantity.
"Better take a seat then," he gestured to the desk and chair that he had carefully arranged under the lights.
"What punishment has Mr Slater recommended this time, Jane?"
"He said that I had to report to you after school and that you would deal with me as you saw fit.... Please sir... I'm sorry Sir... I won't do it again Sir!" She continued the charade, pretending to cry and putting her hands over her face.
"Well......as this is not the first time you've been sent to see me, you must be a very naughty girl. I think you had better sit there and write one hundred times........ I must not take my brassiere off in class."
"While you're doing that I'll take some photos of you to show Mr. Slater that you've been punished."
Jane pulled a face and began to write slowly "how do you spell brassiere?" she asked.
"Oh for goodness sake girl - how old are you?" he playfully snapped.
"Eighteen Sir."
"...And you still can't spell properly yet?"
"No Sir."
"Spell it as you think - but if you get it wrong you'll be in deeper trouble!"
He picked up the camera and began to focus. The desk was directly facing him and Jane was sitting with her legs slightly apart concentrating on her task. He looked up her skirt. It had ridden up a little so he could see past her stocking tops but not quite up to her panties. The front of her skirt was obscuring his view. It was a teasing sight.
He shot a couple of full length frames with Jane writing her "lines" and then crouched down to zoom in on the sexy sight under the desk, hoping she would not notice.
As he prepared to press the shutter she suddenly opened her legs showing her knicker crotch to the camera. The view was breathtaking. The contrast between her jet black stocking tops, creamy thighs and dark blue pleated skirt perfectly framed the bright whiteness of her knickers. He filled the frame with this up-the-skirt picture and took several shots. His heart was pounding away and he could feel a sticky damp patch beginning to grow in his boxer shorts.
She placed her hands on the inside of her thighs just below her panties and gently stroked up and down to her stocking tops.
".....Ooooh Sir - are you looking at my knickers?.........." she exclaimed.
Before he could stammer a reply, she followed with "....It's all right Sir.....All the boys seem to like looking up my skirt......And most of the teachers too!"
