It all started with a phone call. It was a portrait. A simple request, you say? So read on for the real story of what happened. A true story that took place in the late '70s, long before digital photography.
Carrie came into the camera store nicely dressed in a business suit, high heels, nylons, and a scarf. Her breasts looked like they were going to burst from the confines of her outfit, which kept everything together. She followed me upstairs to the studio.
Tom had a green velvet chair that he thought would be a good choice for posing, but this business suit had to go.
"Carrie, your attire is all wrong for this," Tom said. "Do you want him to see you in your business attire?"
"I had something else in mind," Carrie said, not sure how to put it.
"Okay, did you bring something else to wear?" Tom said, looking for another package and not seeing anything.
They were both silent listening to Bill Evans play "Round Midnight," the theme song for Thelonius Monk playing on the cassette recorder.
"We've been talking about this downstairs for a while, especially the 8x10 format which appeals to me," she said.
"As you can see," pointing at the Deardorf wooden camera, "I'm all ready for you."
"Yes," Carrie said, "you followed my instructions from our last meeting. So I've decided to have you do two nude shots of me. Can we do that up here in privacy?" Carrie said in a firm but quiet voice.
"The people in the store know not to disturb me," Tom said with authority in his voice. "No one will bother us for hours."
"Really?" Carrie said very seductively.
Tom, with that remark, felt a little uneasy but let it slide as a remark he probably misinterpreted the wrong way.
"As I explained before, I have an 8x10 portrait camera that will be perfect for what we want to do," Tom said. "The 8x10 makes a good quality picture because there is no enlarging on it, only a contact print, so it comes out unbelievable."
"That's what you were saying to me. In 35mm, the negative size is 1" by 1.25", which is what film size my Canon AE-1 is."
"That's correct," Tom said. "You can put a whole roll of 35mm contacts on one sheet of 8x10."
"I'm excited to see how it turns out," Carrie said.
"Why don't you go into the bathroom and undress? You can use the bathrobe that is hanging up in there as I've got a little more work to do with the camera, lights, and adjustments."
"I guess this isn't the first nude you've ever done up here before?" Carrie said, acting like this was a virgin performance of nudity.
"Oh, the bathrobe," Tom said. "No, I've done several before. So you didn't wear a bra for no marks? I assumed you'd be nude."
"I'm free of telltale signs. Be honest with me. How many women have you fucked up here?" Carrie said.
"None," Tom said, emphasizing emphatically. "However, there was a trio of women who I photographed that...."
Carrie exited the bathroom while Tom dutifully prepared what was necessary for the portrait, first of which was the Polaroid 8x10 test shot, this time in black and white. Again, it checked the lighting and exposure and the camera itself for light leaks, pinholes in the bellows, focus on the ground glass, and the lens itself. A lot of detail went into photography, and everything needed to be checked and rechecked.
Carrie came out of the bathroom in the white bathrobe that was too big for her medium frame. She was 5'6", 130 lbs., auburn curly shoulder-length hair, brown eyes like autumn tones, and comforting with a hint of mischief. Her skin was the color of a light cocoa brown, a San Diego shade common to much of the population, although it looked like she had spent some time working on making it even.
She had a petite brown nose that attracted attention, full lips with lip gloss, high cheekbones, and no wrinkles. Her eyes were sexy with eyeliner, dark eyebrows, and mascara, all enhancing but very conservative. From what Tom could remember from previous visits, she had very nice legs and was physically fit. In a word, she was a knockout.
"I want you to sit on the velvet chair, and I'll pose you there. But, first, we'll do a Polaroid picture to check everything out."
"Should I take a seat now?" Carrie said. "I assume you want to help to pose me?"
"How much do you want to reveal?" Tom said.
"All of me tastefully for the photo. There should be a sense of artistic eroticism to it if you understand what I'm trying to say," Carrie said with purpose in her voice.
"I'll do the very best I can, Carrie."
Carrie took her place in the green chair, letting the robe fall open, revealing all to Tom, who saw an incredible pair of breasts, probably the nicest he had ever seen, and he had seen plenty in his life.
"I'm 34DD just in case you want to know," Carrie said as she thrust her chest out slightly to enhance what she had, not that it was necessary. Her rounded milky white large grapefruit size breasts contrasted nicely to the tanned skin that surrounded them, making them seem even more prominent than they were. The white color also helped bring out the delicate veins scattered throughout them, enhancing their overall allure. The beautiful lighter pink areolas with small bumps topped with quite large darker pink nipples naturally in a state of erection, o she was very excited about the photo session.
Her pussy was well trimmed as he expected it to be, looking luscious and ready to eat if asked. As Tom looked closely, he could see a hint of moisture showing her excitement with this session. Or was Tom the cause of her pleasure?
As Tom turned the modeling lights on, Carrie removed the robe, set it aside from the picture, and sat on the chair, waiting for Tom to pose her. Instead, showing his experience, he walked over to the chair. He moved her shoulders, face, and legs, going to the camera's ground glass, looking at the pose with his magnifier, going back to Carrie moving her again, getting the camera angle and pose just right.
Tom loaded the Polaroid holder with a black and white film, checked his focus for the last time, loaded the holder into the camera, and fired the shot. Finally, he put the holder into the processor unit.
"You can breathe again for a minute while it develops, and we'll see what we have," Tom said, hoping for the best.
"This is a Polaroid shot of me?" Carrie asked.
"I test everything before taking the picture."
Tom took a look and smiled at first at the shot handing it to Carrie for her approval.
"I can't believe the detail it reproduces. I think it is better than my eyes!"
Tom took the shot back, checking for camera angles, lighting, and exposure. Then, he walked right over to her breast and compared the nipples and areolas.
