As a professional photographer in a big small town, I found that one of the most cost-efficient ways of advertising my business was by renting a booth at the county fair. There once a year in the fall, I was able to display some examples of my best work and literally have thousands of possible interested individuals walk by and see my work. By way of explanation, let me explain that while I did the daily and routine types of photography that just about every other photographer did, I did something in an effort to claim a particular niche that others did not, could not, or would not do.
My niche was specializing in the photography of women. This began as an effort to merely photograph aspiring models for head shots and composites as they hoped to carve a way into the modeling field. However, over time, it progressed to photographing women in virtually any state of dress or undress that they might desire. It was not uncommon for women to be walking around the studio in all types of lingerie, topless or often completely nude in my presence. It was not uncommon to get a naked hug upon completion of a photo shoot.
In order to create a trust in my customers, I let it be known that while I might recommend a variety of suggestive poses in an effort to make them look as sexy and alluring as possible, the customer held absolute veto power over the photography shoot. In order words, it I suggested something that the customer was uncomfortable with, she merely has to say, "I don't want to do that" or "let us do something else." I did not want them to blame me if they went further than they desired to go or do things they would not normally do.
Let it also be said that these women generally did not come to my studio for me. They wanted specialized photography for a husband, or boyfriend or significant other. I am certain that periodically, however, there were those that did enter my studio with other things in mind (see Charlene's Seduction). Sometimes, they did get "other" things, but mostly photography. I even contemplated posting a sign in the studio that read, "Ask. I just might" just to see what might happen!
As potential customers passed my display booth at the fair, I encouraged them to fill out a contact card, so that after the fair, I might contact them later to explore their interest, answer their questions, alleviate their doubts and hopefully get them into the studio.
So, it was in the aftermath of the fair, that I first contacted Tricia. I do not recall whether she called me or whether I called her. Either way, she was interested in having some sexy photographs made of herself for some unknown recipient for Christmas. Not knowing if I had seen her at the fair, I was anxious to lay eyes on her and see how she looked.
An appointment was scheduled, and I awaited her arrival one night after she got off from work. I looked out the front window of my studio and saw a Blue Camaro drive up and park, and a lovely young lady emerged from the car in a short dress that hit her mid-thigh and medium high heels. As she entered the studio, she was giddy and somewhat embarrassed to be there as if she could not believe that she was there to have this photo shoot done. I offered her a chair and we discussed the impending shoot. I must confess that initially, I was not all that impressed with her, but over time that changed dramatically.
As I requested, she brough a variety of outfits from which I could choose the best for her. She retreated to the dressing room to change into her first outfit as I prepared the studio for the shoot. Upon exiting the bathroom, she entered the shooting area in a sexy merry widow, and we started the shoot. The first item was not too revealing. More was to come. As I began to suggest and direct her poses, she told me in no uncertain words that if she was going to be able to do this, I would have to maintain my distance from her, not get too close, and merely tell her what I wanted her to do.
After the first couple of outfits, however, she began to feel much more comfortable with me, so when she went to change into the third outfit, she returned with a see-thru lace jacket with no panties in sight. As the shoot progressed, I noticed what I ultimately determined to be her arousal from being in the studio and in my presence. I did not know whether it was a reaction me or her exhibition. She was leaking so much feminine juice that it hung down from her vulva and was smeared on her inner thighs. I did not call her attention to the situation, but it had to be obvious to her upon returning to the bathroom for the next outfit.
It goes without saying that her reaction to the photo shoot naturally provoked my own reaction and curiosity to the scene. Over the years, I had been able to condition myself to avoid erections in the studio given the nature of my work and what I was likely to see and encounter, but this was certainly tempting and had not happened before this time.
We completed the photo shoot, and as it was later in the evening, I walked her to her vehicle and bid her farewell, saying that I enjoyed the shoot and hoped that she did as well. I told her when I expected the proofs to return and indicated that I would call her at such time as she could return to the studio.
I returned home thinking about what had happened in the studio and wondered what might happen next. I would not have to wait long as she called me first thing the next morning inquiring if I had submitted the film to the lab. I confirmed that I had and asked if "anything was wrong?" I did not want her to have any negative feelings about what she had the previous night. She told me that when she was with me the night before, she felt that she had merely done what I wanted her or suggested her to do, but that she had not really done what she wanted to do.
She asked if perhaps she might return to the studio for a return engagement to complete that task, and a later morning appointment was scheduled for her lunch hour. I pondered what she had done the night before, I considered what she might want to do upon her return.
