I've always enjoyed photography. Took classes on it in both high school and college, even though my vocation is computer programming. It is an enjoyable hobby. I have some lovely nature photos, and I've also done some college graduation shots and even a few weddings. And I'm rarely seen around home without my camera with me.
You and I have bumped into each other in the courtyard and stairways around home, since our apartments are only a few doors away, but we've rarely said anything except simple greetings. That's not to say I had not noticed you, because a woman with long dark straight hair, with a smile that won't quit, and with a body like yours, well, let's just say I noticed and leave it at that.
Anyway, the other morning, we bumped into each other in the parking lot...literally. I had just gotten out of my car and I was getting my camera and a few other things from the back seat. I closed the door and turned quickly to head to my apartment. At that instant, you were walking to the store and we collided, my camera hitting you square in the chest. You nearly flew backwards, but I caught you and helped steady your balance.
But you were obviously in pain, grabbing your chest and muttering a few words to avoid crying. I immediately apologized, and in my haste to make things better, I asked if there was anything I could do to make it up to you. After a moment, you realized that you were fine, but still, you did need something that I might be able to provide.
Your boyfriend's birthday was coming on Saturday and you wanted to surprise him with a nice personal gift. You had thought of a few things, but a friend suggested taking some sexy photos in lingerie for him. You kind of liked that idea, but really didn't know anyone who could take good photos, and you didn't have much money to spend either.
Since I was offering "anything to make it up," you took the opportunity to ask.
"I need some photos taken as a gift to my boyfriend. I see you have a nice camera, would you be willing to make it up to me by taking some pictures of me," you ask.
I did offer "anything," and I couldn't really take it back now, so I agreed, even before I knew the details. After exchanging phone numbers, and setting up a time for the shoot, we parted ways. Thursday night would be the night.
I really didn't think much of it. I had a few nice backgrounds for still shots, and figured I would take a few shots of you in an evening gown and send them to you. After dinner on Thursday, I prepped the room, setting up the lighting and backdrops, and I waited for you to arrive.
At 7pm sharp, there was a knock at the door and I welcomed you in. You had on a beautiful red dress, and your hair was done perfectly, with a red flower positioned just right. The whole outfit looked amazing, and I had a very nice background that would go perfectly with that red dress.
We exchanged some small talk, and you asked if you could use the bathroom for a moment to "get ready." Of course. I will set up the background.
A few moments later, I was all set with the perfect background to go with the red dress you were wearing. I checked the lighting and waited for you to emerge from the bathroom behind me. At least, I hear the door open, and I hear you say, "let's do this" as you walk out.
I turn to see you, expecting that red dress. Instead, you are wearing a black latex one-piece lingerie set, as low-cut as possible without exposing your entire chest. Your ample breasts pressed up and together by the tight top, and the severe "V" shape of the bottom leaves very little to the imagination.
My jaw dropped. We had never talked about this part. "What kind of photos did you want again," I asked.
"I want to give my boyfriend something to drool over when we are not together."
I admit to you that I've never done this, but I am willing to try. And so are you, so we set out to give this a shot.
I get you standing in front of the backdrop I had set up. And I begin capturing your every movement. The digital camera has room for literally thousands of photos, so I just keep clicking. You pose like a natural model, and the session seems to flow so easily. We laugh a bit, keeping things light, but my camera is nearly bursting into flames with how hot these photos are.
We stopped a few times to take a peek, with you coming right next to me to look at the tiny screen on the camera. As you come close, the smell of your perfume fills my nose and nearly intoxicates me. We both agree that the photos look amazing, and for a moment, I thought perhaps we were done.
But you suggest that you brought another outfit that was a bit sexier and you would like to get some shots in that one. "Sexier?!" I say to myself silently. But I agree and again you disappear into the bathroom.
When you emerge a few moments later, you are in a white two-piece outfit. Or perhaps it would be better to describe that a white two-piece outfit is somewhat covering small parts of your body. Specifically, the bra is an open-cup bra, surrounding and supporting your amazing breasts, but letting the nipples show through. Your hands instinctively cover yourself as you walk out, and you seem a little extra nervous, so I made some very unfunny joke that we both somehow decide to laugh at, and the nerves seem to be quelled.
