Every guy needs a hobby. Ever since high school, my favorite way to spend my spare time and spare money was photography. I was a shy kid, so I never asked anyone I knew to pose for me. For that matter, I never took any classes either, so the opportunities to shoot people were few and far between.
From the beginning, I had aspirations of making a living shooting pictures. In pursuit of that dream, after high school, I found a couple of amateur events where beginning photographers met with amateur models. The girls would pose, with the agreement that the photographer would send her copies of the pics to use in her portfolio. It worked well, as it gave both sides the opportunity to learn from one another. That's how I got my start, but the odds of making a living at it weren't good, so into construction I went.
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I make a habit of having a camera with me. You never know when a great shot will present itself. A few years back I was shooting exteriors of a house we'd had just completed in a beach area. It was late spring and the crush of tourists had yet to arrive. I was standing on the boardwalk, back to the ocean, trying to get an artsy shot of the sun glinting off the myriad windows.
Even without tourists, there were more than enough locals walking by, so I had to work to keep them out of the shot. Finding just the right angle, I held the Nikon to my eye and just as I pressed the shutter release, a cute young thing stepped into my shot and struck a pose.
She giggled as I brought the camera down, "So how did it come out?" scooting over to my side to look at the camera back. She pressed her barely-covered breast against my arm, leaning in to get a better look at herself on my camera.
"Pooh, "she said, "I'm out of focus," wrinkling her little nose.
"Well, "I said, "you did just step into frame as I was taking the shot." Why, I wondered, was I defending myself and my picture-taking to this bikini-clad intruder?
"Can we try again?" she asked, moving to assume her previous position on the other side of the boardwalk.
As she turned away, I had the opportunity to check out my 'model'. Her backside was entrancing, a perfect little bubble-butt that bounced with each step. The majority of it was there for the world to see, in a bikini bottom that was not much more than a collection of strings and fabric scraps. Her legs were shapely, not skinny like so many models today. They were firm and well toned. She could very well have been a runner.
For someone I guessed to be 19 or 20, she had a very womanly shape, with defined hips and a narrow waist. Two dimples defined the small of her back and her shoulders broadened to about the width of her hips. From behind, she was perfection as far as I was concerned.
Back across the boardwalk, she turned and struck a pose, one foot in front of the other, knees slightly bent.
She cocked her hip toward the house and raised her arms, pointing toward it. I couldn't help but stare.
Her legs, as nice from the front as the rear, lead my eyes upward. Her treasure was barely hidden by one of those small fabric scraps, leaving her legs to merge with her hips and blend into her flat, sculpted tummy. A small jewel adorned her navel, glistening in the sun.
Her breasts were perfect for her body, somewhere around a 34 in the mid to full 'C' category. These, too, were precariously contained by two scraps of a bright blue fabric connected by strings.
She was obviously just getting started on her tan, as her upper chest and face were still adorned with freckles. She was cute, with a little button nose. and strawberry blonde hair that hung loosely to just beyond her shoulders. But, the key to her true beauty, her deep blue eyes, were hidden behind a pair of sunglasses.
The sound of this young beauty clearing her throat brought me back to the moment. A smile let me know that she had caught me checking her out and she re-cocked her hip, telling me that it was time to get to work.
"Sorry," I said, trying to regain my footing, "Just envisioning the shot." She smiled knowingly and posed once more as I brought the camera up to my eye.
I fired off shot after shot as she shifted from pose to pose, pausing between them to let me get the shot. In a matter of minutes, we'd taken a couple dozen shots. A small crowd had stopped to watch us; well her really. They quickly moved along when it became apparent that we were done for the moment.
She skipped across the walkway, slid beside me on the seawall and scooted up close. As she pressed against me, I wanted to say something, but realized that I didn't know her name. "I'm George, by the way," I said, twisting to offer my hand.
Taking it with a giggle, she said, "Oh yeah, I'm Brittney. My friends call me Britt."
Holding her hand a bit longer than needed, I said "Then Britt it is," looking at my reflection in her glasses.
Pausing for a moment, Britney took her glasses off with her free hand. As our eyes met, I felt her grasp tighten as she said under her breath, "For sure."
Realizing I needed both hands to play back our pictures, I released her hand, but not her gaze. Taking a deep breath, Britt said, "Well, let's see what we've got."
Scrolling through the photos, I was pleased with the way they'd turned out. It didn't hurt that the subject matter was spectacular, and I'm not talking about the house. In fact, the depth of field was such that the house was way out of focus in most all the shots, while the true subject was sharp as can be. "Maybe she won't notice."I said to myself as we continued. I had forgotten that the latter shots were strictly of her as I had zoomed in, completely taking the house out of the picture.
Britt glanced over at me when she realized that the photo shoot had turned into one of her and not the house. "I guess you'll have to shoot the house again when you're less distracted, "She giggled.
"Yeah, I suppose, "blushing a bit. "So how long have you been modeling?" I asked.
Managing to blush and giggle at the same time, Britt slapped me on the leg. "I've never modeled; but I have to admit you made me look pretty good here," she said, pointing to the camera.
"Well, I'm far from being a pro, but you have a natural beauty that makes it easy to take a good photo, "I said, hoping I didn't come across as too gushy.
