When Mrs. Barker woke up, Andino was looking at her. She said, "I am probably not very attractive in the morning.
As his hand came up between her legs, he said, "You look just great to me. Did you get your answer about Italian lovers?"
"Yes, I did. But now it is time for me to get started for the day. Would you like to join me for a shower?"
As they were showering, he said, "I have to have you one more time before you go back to America." He lifted her up against the shower wall and she guided him home. They enjoyed each other for the last time as the water poured down over and around them.
Greg woke up before Annie, showered, shaved and got dressed for the day without interrupting her. As he was about to leave the room, she said "Good morning lover boy. Wait for me, while I get dressed. When she was ready, they went to the kitchen and found Andino and Mrs. Barker fixing breakfast.
As they ate, Mrs. Barker said, "Greg and I will have plenty of company for the trip home." This surprised Greg, because he assumed it was just the two of them. "We have 50 seats on the plane, in addition to the rooms, so whenever we are going abroad for the week, we give the local high school students free passage. This time we brought a geography class who were studying Italy. They will be waiting for us at the plane." Greg wondered how that would change his time with Mrs. Barker on the trip.
Andino said, "I am taking my favorite student up again today for another 6 hours of lessons. I leave tomorrow for 3 days of flying. However, Caterina will be home during that time and I think she and Annie have some tennis in mind.
"Great! My gardeners won't get any work done if there are 2 beautiful young women here to goggle over," she said jokingly.
Goodbye kisses and hugs were given all around as the driver arrived to take Mrs. Barker and Greg to the airport. Mrs. Barker told Annie to feel free to use any of the cars in the garage. "The keys are in the back of the cabinet next to the oven in the kitchen. I will see you soon."
Greg and Annie committed to calling each other every day and they both shed a tear or two as they were parting for the next 3 weeks.
When they arrived at the airport, the bus pulled up with 40 students and 4 adults. The teacher leading the group was Ms. Oliver who had started teaching 10th grade geography the year Greg was a junior. This was her first teaching job out of college and she was a knockout. Greg always took all the photographs for the yearbook and he remembered the day he had taken her faculty picture. She had been absent the day the other teachers had their pictures taken, so it was just she and Greg in the room he used as a school studio.
After he took the head shot for the yearbook, she asked, "Could I pay you to take a portrait of me to send to my parents?"
"I will be glad to take a portrait of you, but you don't have to pay me."
She was dressed in a beautiful suit with a white silk blouse and scarf. He took several pictures from slightly different angles. Each time he would position her by turning her a little for a slightly different angle. Every time he touched her body it was like an electric shock going through him. In addition to having the perfect hourglass body, she had perfect skin and was absolutely beautiful.
"Would you like some shots with your jacket off?" he asked hopefully. Without hesitating, she removed the jacket. He positioned her slightly turned with her eyes looking just above the camera lens. "Wow!" he said out loud as he saw the image through the viewfinder.
Ms. Oliver laughed, and said, "You know how to make a girl feel good!" This caused him to blush.
Next he turned her profile, looking out the window and then profile with her head turned toward him. "Hold that position," he said as he took some various torso shots. Then he took away the stool and brought out a straight back chair to use as a prop. With her left side turned toward the camera he had her put her right foot on the chair. Then he positioned her with her elbow on her knee and her chin in the palm of he hand. About half of the thigh of her right leg was showing, making it a very provocative shot.
He gave her different instructions as he took several shots. "Give me a serious look, a smile, a frown, a sexy look." At first she laughed, but then she really got into the body language and changing position, but keeping her foot on the chair. As she moved, her skirt rode higher up her leg. His camera was clicking away. He didn't want to miss any moment or expression.
He walked over and suggested she lean over the chair from the back. He went back and looked through the view families. Then he suggested she unbutton the top two buttons of her blouse. She hesitated and then obliged him leaning forward again. "How about one more? That is perfect. Snap, snap went the camera. Roll your shoulders forward. This created a great cleavage shot. She was really getting into this, so he decided to go for broke.
"This would be an even better shot if you removed your bra."
"Ok, but you have to turn around." She didn't realize he had a mirror on the wall. She pulled the blouse from her skirt and took it off. His eyes almost burst out his head when she removed her bra and tossed it on a nearby chair. She buttoned the bottom couple of buttons and tucked the blouse back into her skirt, pulling the white silk tight against her nipples. The blouse was almost transparent. "Is this what you were looking for.
"That is great, he said as he took pictures of her leaning over the chair, sitting on the stool and simply striking a pose standing.
He had her rest on backside on the back of the sofa. "Just one final series," he said. Without asking permission, he pulled the blouse from the skirt and unbuttoned the final buttons of the blouse. By now she was almost mesmerized. He took the scarf and put it around her neck with it hanging between her breasts. Then he positioned the blouse so that it each side barely covered her nipples.
"Perfect! Hold it right there. Pretend you have just come from work and started to get undressed. Just gaze out the window." He removed the camera from the tripod and took a dozen shots up close from various angles. For the finale, he held the camera in one hand and the end of the scarf in the other hand. "Now roll your shoulder back." When she did her nipples shot out from under the blouse and he got several shots of her surprise and of her pulling the blouse together.
"You are a naughty boy," she said with a smile on her face.
They heard a door close at the end of the hall. "I forgot," Greg said, looking at the clock. "The principal is coming to have his picture taken."
Ms. Oliver tucked her blouse in her skirt and buttoned it up quickly. Greg helped her with her jacket and it appeared they were just having a conversation when the principal came through the door. As Ms. Oliver and the principal were exchanging greetings, Greg noticed the bra in the chair. He quickly picked up his camera bag and put it in the chair covering the bra.
Greg took the picture of the principal. "Thank you for the opportunity to be the yearbook photographer."
"You do a great job. Every year your work gets better. We are going to miss you when you graduate next year. My daughter Amanda is a freshman this year and would love to learn photography. My wife and I would like to pay you to give her photography lessons. We would supply her with whatever equipment you suggest."
Greg told the principal he would be glad to teach his daughter. The rest of that year, he and Amanda did most of the yearbook photography together. The following year, she went on many of the assignments herself. She had really mastered zoom photography of action sports shots. Posters were all over the school of unbelievable shots. They also produced the posters as a fundraiser. By the time Greg graduated, Amanda was quite capable of taking over. Greg sold the school his studio equipment for her and others to use in the future. He used the money to update his own equipment.
When Greg left the school, he drove to Ms. Oliver's house. When he handed her a bag with containing her bra. She thanked him and told him she saw him cover up the bra with the camera bag. He suggested she come to the school studio the following day to see the proofs.
She picked the picture she would like enlarged for her parents. She was amazed at the quality of the pictures. When she saw the pictures without the bra, she was amazed that her tits were literally visible through the blouse. When she saw the pictures with her tits fully exposed, she said, "If you were a couple years older, I would love to let you do more than just photograph them."
So, here they were two years later getting ready to fly from Italy to the Mid West. When she saw him she came over and gave him a kiss on the cheek and asked if he was still taking pictures. "My parents loved the portrait you did two years ago. Maybe I could make an appointment for you take some up to date photos."
Greg gave her his photo business card and said, "I would love to photograph you again."
The pilot was urging them to load up so they could get in the air.
The students rushed onto the plane, with everyone trying to get a window seat or sit beside a friend. There were two groups of seats on each side of a hallway leading to the other rooms. Mrs. Barker and Greg took seats in the lounge area while the flight attendants carried their suitcases to bedrooms. They put Mrs. Barker's luggage the first bedroom and Greg's in the second bedroom.
As soon as they were airborne, Greg took his camera and went forward to film the students and chaperones. He especially wanted to get some picture of Ms. Oliver. The kids were all exhausted from the trip and many were asleep within minutes. Greg met the other chaperones and asked them about the things they had done while in Italy. When they asked him why he was in Tuscany, he told them it was a commercial photography assignment. Fortunately, they did not ask any more questions.
When he returned to the lounge, Mrs. Barker said she was going to her bedroom for a little rest. "Why don't you go to the other room? I have a surprise for you."
"What kind of surprise? I assumed we would share a bedroom for the flight."
"Trust me. You will be very satisfied with the surprise." Having no idea what Mrs. Barker was talking about; he followed her instruction and went to the second bedroom. He was looking at the pictures he had just taken of Ms. Oliver when a gentle knock came at the door.
To his surprise, when he opened the door Ms. Oliver was standing there holding the picture he had taken two years ago with her tits out in full view.
"Would you like to squeeze the Charmin?" She asked with a smile on her face. He watched her walk to the bed and start removing her blouse and bra. Now he was the one who was mesmerized. He walked over and sat beside her on the bed.
"Please let me feel your hands on my breast."