Ch 04 Distinguished Photos

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Distinguished Photos

This is the fourth of "The Pru Chronicles." Although much of the story is embellished, some more liberally than others, there is an element of truth woven throughout. Only two of the Chronicles are fully fiction, and one other is based on very real conversations that were leading to the events described but stopped short. Otherwise, yeah, some of this is true...

Pru is a beautiful, vivacious, blue-eyed, blonde with the athletic body of a dancer. She is now 24 years old and has been married for two years. This story continues Pru's sexual journey in the year after "Interventions." She ended things with her lover, Chris, when her husband, Sean, returned home. The military soon transferred Chris far across the country, making it easier for her to settle back into her "good girl" ways. Still trying to adapt to small, military town life, Pru has started looking for ways to occupy her time, idle hands being the Devil's workshop, as the old saying goes. It wasn't her hands that might get her in trouble though.

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Pru and Sean settled back into married life, which for them meant mostly not clicking sexually. Although she was still "inspired" by her summer of love, she was conflicted by the need she felt again to be the good girl and good wife and for her husband to see her only that way. That need led her to suppress the hunger that haunted her at night when the memories of some of the amazing, extramarital feelings she'd had in that same bed not too long before.

To get past those thoughts, she worked more hours and, got involved in civic groups on base, and, on a lark, signed up to be in a community musical production. Busy with military duty and not a performer, Sean wished his wife well but supported her acting endeavors from home.

Pru was just in the ensemble, but she had a blast, especially with the big dance numbers. As they got closer to opening, she noticed a recurring visitor sitting in the back of the auditorium during rehearsals. He didn't appear to talk with anyone, and no one else seemed to notice he was there, as he watched each rehearsal intently. What caught Pru's eye was how out of place he looked in this small town. He was well dressed and handsome, in an almost Hollywood way: salt and pepper hair, closely trimmed beard and mustache, dark serious eyes, and probably in his mid-60s. She realized he looked like the most interesting man in the world from the Dos Equis commercials!

On dress rehearsal night, there he sat again when Pru danced out in a showgirl number dressed in a leotard. She was almost distracted by the feeling that he was staring at her, and when she made eye contact his serious expression softened into a faint smile. When rehearsal ended, Pru walked up the aisle to find the mysterious visitor waiting.

Smiling and his grey eyes shining, "Hello, young lady. My name is William," and he handed her a business card. "May I say that I have thoroughly enjoyed watching you prepare for your role. You are delightful to watch."

Pru laughed, "Well, you can watch me whenever you like with comments like that, William. Thank you."

He chuckled, "Please, the pleasure is all mine. But I have what may seem like a forward offer or request, if you will permit me. You see, among other things, I fancy myself a photographer - not quite a professional but definitely more than an amateur. It's one of my passions. I am sometimes able to mix that passion with my business and photograph real women wearing the latest high fashion that my company sells in our boutiques. Since we're primarily spread across the southwest, we like to produce our marketing materials with beautiful women surrounded by the southwest outdoors. I'd love for you to consider a modelling session with us, for which you will be given any of the clothes that you model."

A surprised Pru laughed, "Wait, that's a lot to take in. You want me to model? And feel free to circle back to the bit about me being beautiful!"

William nodded, "I assure you that I understated my sense of your beauty, Mrs...?"

"Oh please, call me Pru," she answered.

"Excellent. Pru, I'd love a chance to create some images that do you and our landscape justice," William said, beaming.

Pru thought and then said, "Let me talk to my husband about it, but I think it sounds fun. He'll be at the shows next week, and you can talk to him yourself."

William nodded, "I look forward to hearing your and his decision." He stood and turned as Pru walked out the door, his eyes fixed on her until the door closed.

A week later, William walked up to Pru in front of the stage after the opening show. She was speaking to a young military officer and turned to greet William with a friendly smile, "William! I hope you found the show as fun as I did! This is my husband, Sean. I told him all about you!"

William shook Sean's hand, turned a puzzled glance to Pru, then said to Sean, "So,

you

are this young woman's husband? Very nice to meet you, sir."

Sean nodded, "William. So, I hear you want to take some pictures of my wife. What exactly to you have in mind, if you don't mind a jealous husband asking?"

"Ah, yes. Nothing to fear, all very tasteful. Think: fashion magazine meets nature magazine," William answered.

"Well, she's her own woman. So, if she wants to do it, that's fine with me. Any Playboy stuff?" Sean asked with a laugh, producing a frown from Pru.

William held up both hands, "Oh no, I'm suggesting nothing of the sort. Fashion photos. We'll print you a portfolio of all of them for you both to review, and everything will be up to her during the shoot."

Pru squeezed William's arm and led Sean away by the hand, saying, "Thank you, William. We'll talk about it and get back to you after the last show tomorrow night.

William nodded and watched as the couple walked up the aisle, and thought, "That's curious."

The next night, Sean was nowhere to be seen after the show. Pru walked up to William tentatively, "Hello, William. I hope you liked the show, again."

He stepped closer, shook her hand and lightly embraced her shoulders with the other, "Oh, I certainly did, young lady, especially a certain dancer. And has the brightest star of this show made up her mind about the photo shoot?"

"Yes, the answer's yes!" Pru hugged William back. "Sean's fine with it, although he secretly wants you to take Playboy photos! I just don't want to disappoint you. I'm not a model or anything," she said with a big smile.

William smiled back, "I am confident you will do wonderfully, young lady. I haven't been able to keep my eyes off you since I first got a glimpse of you, and I'm sure the camera will see you the same way. If possible, I'd like to try tomorrow afternoon. We'll use the late-day light for the best effect. I have a ranch up the mountain, not far from the Apache resort with a wonderful mountain vista for the background. Rather than you trying to find your way on the ranch roads, you are welcome to ride with me in my car. We can meet me at my shop in town at 2pm. You're welcome to park in the private parking around back, and I'll bring you back when we finish tomorrow evening. Unfortunately, I'll then need to leave right away for Denver, but it is not out of my way to bring you back to town. How's that sound?"

"Wow, that's a lot, but it all sounds great! Do I need to wear anything in particular?"

"No, no. We'll have a rack of clothes pre-staged. You'll just need to be there and be radiant," William said.

Pru gave him a final hug, "Alright then, until tomorrow!"

The next day, Pru wore a light, short dress. She elected to go full commando to avoid any red lines in the outfits William had for her. Although the clingy, T-shirt-like material of the dress was not see-through, it did accentuate her firm breasts, eraser-like nipples, and round hips and ass.

William met her looking like a country gentleman, with khaki linen pants and sport coat and a white collared shirt, unbuttoned to reveal white chest hair against a dark tan. Standing next to a black Chevy Suburban, he opened the door to reveal a limo-like interior. He motioned for her to take a seat facing the back, and he sat across and facing her, the driver hidden behind a dark window in front.

As they drove into the foothills, William poured them each a glass of champagne, which Pru sipped gladly, hoping to settle her nerves before trying to imitate a fashion model. As they turned up into the foothills, William set his glass down and said quietly, "You know, young lady, I must say, your husband is a very lucky man to have such a wife, as bold as she is beautiful."

Pru blinked, thinking, "Where have I heard that phrase before? It sounds so familiar." A moment later she blushed, took a sudden breath, and looked down at her lap. She pulled her knees together and pushed her dress down further, suddenly recognizing William as the distinguished, older gentleman who had watched from across a dining room as her lover, Chris, massaged her clit and fingered her, with her pussy on full display only to the man who now sat in front of her.

When she finally glanced up again, William looked into her eyes, "My dear, you owe me no explanation and have nothing to be embarrassed or concerned about on that subject. You appeared very happy that morning, very happy indeed. I'd like nothing more than to capture some of that happiness on film, if you will let me."

She sighed, and looked down again, "You are too kind, but thank you. I don't know what else to say, but I can't thank you enough for keeping my secret."

Still looking only at Pru's face, William spoke softly still, "Oh, I'm sure we could come up with something, although you owe me nothing. The pleasure is all mine just to finally make the acquaintance of the beautiful young woman who has dominated my thoughts for months now."

Pru smiled and met his gaze, but she chose to just enjoy the moment and not speak about their first meeting any further. Finally at the ranch, they drove past a majestic villa and deeper into the woods until they reached a smaller cabin. William led her to the back where a large veranda opened to a mountain meadow, the peaks towering above it. It was breathtaking. On the patio was an armless, backless chaise lounge covered by exquisite Indian blankets. A large pallet of Indian blankets had also been made in the soft meadow grass just up the hill. A table full of camera bodies and lenses cluttered the single large table on the veranda, and a large rack of women's clothes stood next to an antique changing-screen.

William put an arm around Pru's waist, "Welcome to my happiest place, young lady. Would you like another glass of champagne, or are you ready to begin?"

Unconsciously putting her arm around her escort's waist, Pru said, "Oh this is beautiful, William! Who needs champagne! Let's start making photo magic!"

Behind the screen, Pru kicked off her flip flops and pulled her dress over her head, laying it across a chair. William stood at the front of the veranda watching, seeing only her legs from the knee down, and her arms when she took her dress off.

She then went through a dozen outfits and struck pose after pose on the pallet in the meadow while William gave her direction and snapped an endless stream of photos. She wore a wide range of dresses, skirts, and tops, all with jewelry to match. As she was reaching the last few on the rack, she noticed they were different. Rather than southwest fashion, there were several silk dresses, long and short, black and a pale blue. She called out, "Hey, William, what's the plan with these? Are we doing them too?"

William walked to the rack and ran a hand down the long, black gown, "I think you'd be lovely in any of these, young lady. I'll be happy to shoot them if you'd like to wear them. Perhaps we should go with the pale blue to match your eyes?"

Pru blushed and pulled the long blue dress from the rack and stepped behind the screen to change. She stepped back out seconds later, turning again and William said enthusiastically, "Now,

that

is beautiful, young lady."

Pru took a sharp breath when she saw herself in the mirror. She may have well been nude. Her breasts were perfectly presented, with every dimple of her areolas and both nipples proudly showing through the close-fitting dress. Below her midriff, not only did her thin mound of hair puff out, but individual hairs were neatly outlined in the thin material, as was the tip of the opening between her legs.

William broke her concentration when he took her arm with a smile and led her back to the meadow. After they'd exhausted the poses they'd used for the other clothes, William asked, "May we try something new with this dress?"

"You're the master here, William, direct me," Pru said, with a subservient lowering of her head and a smirk.

He then coached into several poses, starting with, "Kneel there, facing me, but sit back on your heels. Yes, yes. Hands on your hips... Yes, look serious. Think lust, if you will. A little more. Think... about that dark young man as he stroked you at breakfast."

She blushed again and gasped in shock, but she also thought of Chris sliding his middle finger into her while William watched from across the room. She was instantly wet and instantly heard William exclaim while looking through the camera, "That's it! Keep that in your head, young lady!"

"Now turn with your back to me but look at the mountain. Now look over your shoulder at me... lust, sex, you

want

him, remember?!"

They tried a shot on her hands and knees, side to the camera, looking predatory. "Yes, that's nice, maybe bend your head and shoulders low to the ground. Oh, that arched back is very nice, maybe a little more pronounced." He stepped up to her as he said it. She felt his open hand press gently on the small of her back, then slide up her back to her shoulders, pushing her midsection lower, as she held her ass high.

William jumped back and resumed shooting, "Oh, yes! Just like that! Turn your body now, facing me, and bend down like that again!"

As Pru bent low, her low, loose collar hung low enough for her breasts to be fully exposed, her beautiful, dark pink nipples not quite hidden. He muttered as he shot, "Oh, yes. Lovely, lovely. Are you still remembering your dark friend?"

Her expression was once again predatory, and she arched her back more, pushing her ass further in the air. William lowered the camera and said, "Why don't we try the shorter dress now, same poses?"

Pru was back in minutes wearing a dress that was exactly the same except only mid-thigh in length. Resuming her last pose again, crouched, facing William, he guided her with his open hand, again gently pushing down her back.

When William stepped back to shoot, he saw that the hem had slid a few inches toward her waist, half of her ass bare now and held high toward the mountains. He said, in a quieter voice, "One more pose, perhaps? Stay low, just like that, but turn around to face the mountain, your back to me."

She turned dutifully. As she arched her back, her dress slid toward her waist again, exposing half of her ass, this time directly at William. Wispy blonde hair framed pink and moist pussy lips, and her asshole was purple, puckered, and perfect. She was unaware that she was on such full display, as William snapped away.

He knelt closer and said, "Knees a little farther apart..."

As she spread her legs more, she suddenly realized that there was no more mystery between her and William! He kept snapping, moving closer, "Yes, very nice."

He stopped shooting and held out a hand with a smile, noticing her blushing again, "Shall we finish on the veranda?"

Walking to the cabin, Pru smoothed the dress down, ensuring it fell again below her ass. Stepping onto the veranda, William asked quietly, "Would you be interested in trying nudes of those positions? I know you'd be a goddess but want you to do only what you wish, young lady."

In answer, Pru smiled and held her arms up. Without hesitation, William ran his hands from her thighs, up her ass and torso, sliding the thin fabric up and off and dropping it on the floor at her feet. She mounted the chaise, assumed the first kneeling position facing him, then went from one to the next, repeating those they had already shot. She turned away from him, facing the mountain and bent low, back arched, ass and pussy pointed up and toward him. William almost forgot to shoot the photos, but he recovered and clicked away.

Stepping closer, he put the camera on the chaise and placed a hand on the small of her back, pressing gently, "A little more down. There, yes! Look at that, perfect!"

She heard the camera click a few more shots. Then he placed a smaller camera on the chaise between her knees, lens pointed up, between her legs. Pru sighed and smiled when she felt light pressure on her pussy and the backs of her legs as William leaned against her very bare bottom. Still arched, she rocked back toward him just a little.

His warm hands then ran up and down her thighs and both ass cheeks. Gripping her hips firmly, William pulled her to him, his now obviously hard cock pressing through his pants and between her pussy lips. Every 5 seconds she heard the unmistakable click of the camera automatically taking a photo where their bodies now met.

"Uh oh," she thought, with no thought of stopping.

William backed away but still held her hips. He knelt and pressed his mouth to her pussy, burying his tongue inside her, eliciting a loud, "Ohhhh!"

After minutes of William methodically exploring her pussy with his tongue, he stood, reaching between her legs to massage her clit. She heard sound of his zipper and then his pants being pushed down. William stopped massaging her clit, and she felt both hands holding her hips again. She gasped as she felt his cock slowly pushing into her pussy. Her pussy half filled, he slowly pulled almost all the way out, then drove back in, still slowly, this time all the way, pulling her hips back firmly.

All Pru could do was moan, which she did, again and again as William drove his cock all the way into her, and almost out again. Each methodical stroke almost a new discovery of his well-used instrument. He paused, slid the camera away, and, without needing any direction, Pru rolled onto her back for him to lean over and remount her. As William resumed rhythmically fucking her, Pru wrapped her legs around him and pulled him down for a long and deep kiss.

She pulled his shirt off, and he finished kicking his pants off, all without pulling his cock from her pussy. Then she rewrapped her legs around him and his pace picked up slightly. As his breathing became shorter, Pru felt her orgasm building. He stopped kissing her to look into her eyes, then closed his. His head went back as his ass tightened under her entwined legs, and William came inside her with a long sigh. The rush of fluid inside her pussy and running down between her legs into her asshole was all it took, and Pru exploded into a delirious orgasm, her loud moans echoing in the valley.

Pru now had her first real chance to look at William's nude body. There, still between her legs, was one of the most fit men she'd ever seen. Not a body builder, but in fine shape, beautifully tanned, and overall gorgeous, however elderly he may be. He pulled out of her slowly. Pru sat up, slid to the floor, and took William's cock into her mouth hungrily, slurping everything from it she could. He stood in front of her smiling, head back, and one hand lightly pressing the back of her head.

She looked up at him, with his cock in one hand, rubbing her face up and down on it, lovingly, "That was incredible. If you're an 'old man,' then I have a new favorite age."