Melissa was a woman in her early forties. She had two children and a husband who kept her busy most days - so far, so normal.
She ran her own photography business - going to all kinds of events and people's houses. The new year had just gone by and she realized that she wasn't doing enough for herself - and more importantly she was hardly having enough sex with her husband. He was always too tired, or not in the mood. Goddam it made her so horny sometimes - it seemed like everybody took up her time and she wasn't doing enough to make herself feel special.
She'd heard about this female boudoir photographer through a photographer friend and checked out her Instagram and website. It all looked very professional and tasteful and it seemed a lot safer way to feel sexy than to have an affair. So she booked a session on a Wednesday morning when she was free from all her other duties. She figured that her body was in good shape - very long legs, large breasts, a tight-ish stomach and long chestnut brown hair - and now would be a good a time as any to capture that. She wasn't sure what she would do with the photos, but that wasn't the point - this was just for her.
She spoke with Camille at length about what the session would be like - in her amazing house - in different rooms and the large garden. Yes she could bring her own clothes and underwear, no she wouldn't be obliged to take off anything more than she was happy with. It sounded very supportive and empowering.
At 11.05 on Wednesday she rang the bell at this smart address in Beverly Hills, smiling to herself - the door opened and it was.....a man. He was a muscular six foot with blond hair and piercing green eyes behind some slightly dorky Clark Kent glasses. She was totally taken aback - Camille had not mentioned anything about a man being present.
"Oh hi are you Melissa Schaeffer? Listen Camille said to say she's so sorry, but her mum just had a heart attack and was rushed to hospital last night and she didn't get time to tell her clients.
"I'm Robert -Â her assistant" - he stuck out his hand and automatically Melissa put hers out and shook it, even though her mouth was still open from the surprise.
Robert pressed on - "Listen I know this was not what you were expecting, but Camille briefed me thoroughly on what you had requested and she was really excited to do the shoot." He shot her a very disarming smile (this guy had amazing teeth). Listen I'll totally understand if you want to cancel and come back another time, but, if not, I've done a ton of these shoots before..."
"B-but you're a man..." Melissa stammered. She felt like an awkward teenager who had never showed her body to anybody other than on the beach.
"Oh I assure you that I'm very experienced in these kind of shoots and have worked with many satisfied women - listen why don't you come in and talk about it for a bit and see how you feel"
So, rather than standing awkwardly on the doorstep she stepped through the doorway into the house. It was a very sensuous environment - lots of paintings of male and female nudes, both classical and modern. There were also lots of very sexualized Indian-looking sculptures, which she assumed were scenes from the Kama sutra or similar.
Robert showed her into the living room and took her coat. He offered her a coffee or tea, which she declined and sat next to her on a very large settee.
She was warming to him - he was very attentive, confident, and, it had to be said, and amazing ass! She went over the brief again - shots of her in tasteful lingerie in different rooms of the house, with different lighting - maybe something in the garden. He nodded thoughtfully and made some good suggestions, but nothing lewd or disrespectful.
After 10 minutes of talking she looked into his honest eyes and said "Ok I think we can make this work - where do we begin?"Â She told herself nothing untoward would happen -
He said that they'd prepared some nice underwear for her, if she would like to try it on, or she could use her own and he showed her to one of the smaller bedrooms upstairs where it was laid out on the bed. She saw a good selection of black, white and scarlet panties and lacy bras and then as she looked closer she saw that some of them had split crotch and split cup which would allow her nipples to poke out. She ran her hand over the lace and shut her eyes, imagining what she would look like in them.
Coming back to her senses - she wasn't going to give this stranger the pleasure of seeing her intimate parts, even if he did have a hot body and a disarming smile. So she selected something feminine but not too slutty and changed into them.
Robert was waiting outside the bedroom when she came out, she was shy at first, but them thought, what the hell, I'm not going to be intimidated by this guy in his 20's and she stood up straight and faced him placing her hands on her hips and her legs apart. He stood up straight and faced her too - obviously scanning his eyes up and down her body. Their eyes met and he smiled again
"very good...yes" he murmured to himself - "great outfit! - would you like to come this way...?"
He lead her into the master bedroom - painted a deep red color with an enormous bed. All the gear was set up - and he asked her to lie on the bed, stomach down. The sun was streaming in and he took some shots of her facing the camera, leaning on her forearms, so the picture gave a suggestion of cleavage. She gave a big smile for the camera and started to relax a little.
She realized that these were the sort of scripted shots that he did with every client - some on your front, some sitting on the bed, body turned away from the camera but letting your hair fall down and shine in the sunlight. After having shot so many clients herself, it was nice to give up some control and be given instructions. Despite this she wanted to be a bit more creative...and feel a bit more sexy...
Melissa started asking him about what sort of things happen in other boudoir shoots - how far do people go..he explained that Camille was very gentle and only asked her clients to reveal what they wanted... "oh, and how do you like to run this kind of shoot...?"
He let that sentence hang in the air for a few seconds, then he lifted his head away from the view finder and looked at her properly - "Well, personally, I like to push my clients to go further - they probably will only do one or two boudoir shoots in their lives and I want them to feel bold and sexy by the time they leave..."
"Oh, and how do you achieve that?" she asked casually "Well, I'll tell you, but you can't tell Camille..." She smiled, but said nothing..."I offer the client two sets of pictures - one they can take home for their husbands, or whatever and one that they keep for themselves - that they can use for their fantasies...or lovers...."
Damn, there was that smile again and damn she wanted a set of slightly more risqué photos for herself. Ok Melissa Schaeffer - time to get a grip and assert yourself. The customer is always right after all, eh...?
After a pause he said - shall we go into the living room now - there's a great fireplace down there...
She put on the silk robe that he had provided and followed him downstairs...
As they were walking, she gulped quietly and then heard herself ask - "what if I want a separate set of photos for myself...?"
"I was hoping you would say that - you have an amazing body and it would be great to capture that.."
Shit - he's starting to flirt - now what do I do...?
Again, another part of her brain kept on asking the questions
"I bet you say that to all the clients..."
He turned on the stairs and she found herself practically face to face with him, level with those piercing green eyes "actually, no..."
He casually turned to face forward again and carried on walking...
They arrived in the exquisitely decorated living area - there were fabrics on the wall, a giant fireplace, what looked like an Indian style wooden screen in the corner and more erotic statues..
"Ok - so what do I have to do to get the extra set of photos...?"Â She was trying hard not to sound pleading, but the thought of pushing her confidence to a new place, was turning her on slightly..
"Well - the first thing you have to do, is trust me and the second thing is to take your robe and your bra off....."
From the past few minutes conversation, she had been expecting this...ok this is show time - she hadn't shown any man her naked breasts apart from her husband. Last time she had worn some very revealing underwear on their last date night and all she got was a three minute fuck and a lot of snoring. They'd been married 15 years...shit, that's depressing - time to change that...
She turned away from him and dropped her robe to the floor, she then unhooked her bra and let her C-cup sized breasts free - a small gust of wind came in from the window and she could feel her areolas contract slightly - giving her very pert nipples - she arched her back slightly, put her hands on her hips and turned around...
Robert had already set up and started taking pictures of her as she turned, but just before he started pressing the shutter she distinctly heard him say "Jesus Christ...". It didn't sound very Jewish, but she's made an impression...
Now walk towards me slowly and step hard with each footstep..
She did as she was told and placed each high heeled footstep down hard - making her breasts jiggle slightly each time - god she felt powerful - and kept walking towards the camera lens
"Now turn and walk back again"
She walked away, keeping one hands on her hips, and the other swinging loose
She felt good, but did she just look like a deluded mum...? The fear came back and she tried to cover her breasts with her hands.
"That was amazing" Robert called over "Don't stop now...". She just stood there, facing away from him trying to cover herself