The light over my workbench flashed and for a moment I considered just ignoring it. Instead, I pulled the piece of wood from the router table, hit the off paddle on the side of the table and walked over to my phone while pulling off my ear protection. Of course, before I could retrieve my phone, the call rolled over to voicemail, so I sat back and looked at the pieces of the headboard that I was creating. No one would guess at the hidden features I was packing it with for the adventurous couple.
The small ding let me know that my caller had finished their message and I picked up the phone and smiled as I saw that it was from Michelle at Forbidden Fruit Photography. For the last decade I had worked for her doing Santa shoots from October through early December. Over the last couple of years I had also been called by her if she had big weddings or other events to shoot. I was no photographer, but sometimes she just needed help carrying things, setting things up... and occasionally I would have an idea that turned out to be good!
"What's up?" I asked as I heard her bright voice answer my call back.
"Hey, I have a project that I want to run by you. Actually it is your project, but I want to see if you are still willing to do it."
My mind whirled and yet I had no idea what she was talking about. "Okay, shoot."
"Well, when we doing one of the Saturday morning shoots for Santa you said something about how I ought to do a boudoir shoot with Santa and a girl for a grown up version of an Advent calendar."
I laughed out loud. I remembered the moment well. A mom of 4 had just herded her gaggle of kids out of the studio, completely unaware that her blouse had come undone while she had her D+ cups in my face! Repeatedly, she had come up to me, to reposition a skirt, or move a strand of hair from the forehead of her daughter or... and each time she had bounced right up to within inches of my rosy red mouth all drawn up in a bow! "I am not ever going to forget that! And you didn't help anything, standing back there with your hand over your mouth taking pictures of me staring, then trying not to stare and ... yes, I remember!"
Michelle's laugh sounded like chimes and certain parts of my anatomy stirred to the sound of her voice. When she was 21, she had just opened her studio and actually she saw me at a store buying groceries and when she asked me if I played Santa. I had given her my best Santa laugh and said yes, and given her a card. She had me come by her studio and do some test shots the next day and we haggled for a bit on pricing and I have been her Santa ever since!
But to me, she had always been my private dirty desire! Older than my own youngest child by just months, I knew better than to make any moves on her, but her wide eyed innocence, long legs and lines of her body. I had to be careful when working for her not to think of her too much as I did when I was at home, in private! There was just something about her that always had me right on the cusp of being really stupid!
When my wife died, a couple of years ago, Michelle had held me and kissed me and ... we stopped before anything got out of hand... or pants, but from that day on we both had felt a lot more tension between us. It was positive tension, but tension, like that of a violin string that vibrated just under the surface.
"Well, I have a model that has all of the looks to really make this pop and I think, with a little luck, we could sell about 10,000 of these at $20 a pop on my online store. Would you be willing to meet for a cup of coffee with the two of us, and see if the chemistry is there and go from there?" She asked and I could hear the note of excitement in voice.
I certainly was not going to say no to any such proposition, so I wrote down the time and location and found myself standing in the shop leaning against my assembly table as I hung up. I was smiling with a big dopey grin, and it felt very tight in the front of my pants, beneath my apron! It was not every day that at 60, you got an invite to be photographed with a sexy girl as she gets naked, by the woman he had fantasized about for almost a decade!
Michelle walked into the coffee shop with a college co-ed with LOTS of raven black hair that flowed in waves over her shoulders. Unlike Michelle, she was rather well endowed, with a small waist and she was dressed to impress! Michelle is the one that caught my eye, though, as always. She had on black shiny leggings that clung to her legs like a second skin! The heels she wore made the most of her sexy ass! She had hair pulled back in a loose pony tail and the strap of messenger bag fell between her breasts, emphasizing that while not much more than a mouthful, there was plenty there for a man to enjoy!
Introductions were made and I soon realized that while Sarah appeared to be maybe even a late teen, she was almost certainly more of Michelle's age. She had answered the call for a "risque' modelling job" that Michelle had posted locally and they had immediately hit it off and I could see why. Michelle could be quiet and passive. It had been one of the things that had almost caused her business to fail. Sarah on the other had was definitely a Type A personality. She took charge almost the moment we sat down asking about our background, what the plans were for distribution, who would be responsible for what....
I sat back and sipped my coffee, all the time thinking, "How many old men would kill to be sitting here with two beautiful, sexy young women as they discuss, lingerie, sexy poses and what they believe will turn men on!" They both seemed to remember I was there at the same moment, just as I was imagining them being naughty girls with me. I looked from one to the other before confessing I had not been listening by saying, "What?"
"How naked will Santa be getting in this?" Sarah asked as if repeating a question for a very dull child.
I gulped. Had they really been discussing that and I completely spaced it? Michelle suddenly burst out laughing and a sly smile crossed Sarah's face. "For the two of you... Santa will fill your stockings however you'd like!" I said, hoping the reply was in keeping with what they had been discussing. They both erupted into even greater gouts of laughter as I felt my face warming up with red cheeks!
Finally Michelle managed to say, "Sarah suggested you could hand her a vibrator as a present and I asked you if you would be okay with that ... and then you said..." and another round of laughter took the rest of her story away as I realized that offering to put whatever in their stockings was probably not the worst answer I could have given!! (and maybe more honest than I intended!).
30 minutes later, we had the 25 shots we wanted for the 25 days all lined up. Three of her coming into the room, removing her bra and one of me looking in as she began to raise her shirt. Then there was a series of 7 of me reacting through the window as she changed out of her clothes and into her jammies. One of her lying down to sleep and then one sleeping. One of me putting presents under the tree as she 'slept'. 3 of her catching me putting presents under her tree and in her stocking. Four of her sitting on my knee pleading her case that she was a good girl, four of her opening presents while sitting on my lap and one of "me going up the chimney". We were all laughing and enjoying ourselves far too well for a Thursday at 12:30, but all of us had places to go, so Michelle gathered her notes and we all hugged and said good-bye.
