As Susan waited nervously for the photographer to open the studio door, she wondered how the hell Jayne had persuaded her to model for the charity calendar that the girls at the nursing home were putting together.
"Don't be such a prude" she had said. "Just turn up in your nurses uniform and you'll be out before you know it." Then she had scowled at Susan's frown.
"Oh come on Sue. You will only be expected to show a bit of leg and maybe a little bit of cleavage at the most."
Then she threw in the killer line "And after all, it is for charity."
Susan was a sucker for helping others and was the main reason that she had become a nurse in the first place.
The calendar had seemed a fun way of raising money for the veteran's home even though she was desperately shy.
Jayne, the senior nurse had suggested the idea of selling a calendar showing pictures of the nursing staff dressed in their uniform's while posing with stocking tops showing or maybe some 'down top' cleavage shots. They would sell like hell to the male staff.
"Oh well," Susan had reasoned "At least my figure wasn't going to let me down
She turned sideways and studied herself in the reflection of the studio window. At 24 she was still young enough to have quite firm breasts that were more rounded than pointed and at size 34C, they were, as her husband had put it "just more than a handful!"
She thought it better that her husband found out later about the calendar as he was sure to say "No way!"
Her slim size 12 figure was perfect for her 5' 2" height and the uniform of royal blue looked unusually well fitting around her bottom that in turn was clad in tiny lace panties. To the delight of the young nurse, her body had responded well to the frantic gym work put in since the modelling session had been decided upon. She patted her firm bottom "Well done Sue" she said, pleased with herself.
She had wavy, shoulder length brunette hair that was gathered up into a bun and topped off with her white nurse's hat. Her deep brown eyes gave her a vaguely Latina look.
The uniform was pinched at the waist with a thick white belt and although she was apprehensive at modelling in front of a camera for the first time, she had felt bold enough to slip on some 'hold up' black stockings for the leg shots.
The winter was coming on so that a slight chill had developed and looking down at her chest she had even more reservations than before about the advice from Jayne against wearing a bra for the photos. Her nipples had hardened, forming small peaks under her uniform.
A young man of about eighteen appeared at the door as it swung open and he caught her posing in the window. Susan's cheeks glowed red with embarrassment.
"Ahhh you must be..."
"Susan." She chipped in.
"Ah yes the first of the nurses for the calendar shoot. It's a bit cold to be standing around outside in this wind, come inside.
He ushered her in with a slight pressure on her back and as she entered the studio she turned to face him and for no particular reason, placed her hands together behind her back giving him a nice view of her braless chest.
The teenage man had earlier noticed her standing outside and had been studying her through a small upstairs window so that she hadn't seen him.
Since he had come home from school on holiday, things had been pretty boring, until now that is.
His father had told him earlier that the nurse's calendar shoot had been cancelled.
"A nurse will be here this morning, tell her the shoot is off will you. I have to go out of town" he had said.
"Well Dad," he thought "I know jack shit about photography but if you can't be bothered to get sexy nurses to pose, then I will"
He looked at the pretty nurse in front of him. "De-licious," he purred to himself.
"Wow, you look great, we're going to get some fantastic pictures." He lowered his voice and lent towards her as he smiled "I hope you're not too shy?"
Susan smiled at the compliment but was horrified to learn that she was the first nurse to pose. She had been on holiday to the beach for a few days and hadn't spoken to the other girls.
She groaned inside. The young nurse had wanted to speak to the other nurses before posing so that she knew what to expect but now she wondered how far she was supposed to go and what had he meant by "hope you're not too shy?"
"Is the photographer here yet" she asked glancing around.
The man smiled back at her as he set up the camera on a tripod.
"I'm the photographer, sorry I didn't introduce myself but my name is Karl." He said offering her his hand.
Susan was dumbstruck. "This boy couldn't be the photographer" she thought. She studied him a little more closely. He was certainly very young. Ok, so he had boyish good looks that would have had her swooning over him when she was a teen. He also had an athletic build that was crammed into a sleek frame but posing in front of him would be daunting.
He saw her confused look "I know what you're thinking, don't tell me, you think I'm too young to be a professional photographer. Well I can assure you that I am older than I look and as for my work..."He stretched out his arm and moved it in a sweeping movement taking in his fathers perfect photographs that covering the walls. "See for your self"
Susan had to agree that she was maybe being a little foolish and put any doubts to the back of her mind "Anyway" she thought, "I'm only showing a little bit of cleavage for god's sake."
She looked towards the set.
Positioned in the middle of the room and surrounded by a bank of lamps and various studio shades was a long leather bed that was about knee height. It was much the same as you would expect to find in a psychiatrist's office.
"Ok Susan, I assume that you're ready so shall we get started, I have a very busy schedule and I need to be in the city this afternoon. I think we will start with you sitting on the side of the bed."
Susan's stomach muscles tightened as the butterflies began to buzz around inside her tummy. She seated herself halfway along one side of the bed, facing the photographer who was about three feet in front of her.
Karl had earlier familiarised himself with the camera. He was more at home with a disposable pocket camera than this kit but he hoped to convince the nurse that he knew what he was doing. He hoped she knew as much about photography as he did.
He immediately took two quick pictures of her, firstly of her face and upper body and then he snapped quickly down at the nurse's legs.
Glancing down She noticed that as she had sat down on the soft bed, her uniform had ridden up six inches, showing off her stocking clad thighs.
She tried to shift herself so as to move the uniform back down but she was stopped from doing this by his urgent voice "No, no Susan, that's an excellent start, remember why you are here"
"Oh yes of course err sorry" She said sheepishly.
He stopped and looked over the camera at her for a few seconds before mumbling "You really are a stunning woman Nurse. Do you mind me calling you 'Nurse'? I really am terrible with names"
She nodded dumbly and smiled while he moved in front of his camera.
He held his chin while studying her and seemed to come to a conclusion.
"Umm I know Nurse, could you just pull the hem of your uniform up a few more inches?"
Susan shifted her weight from side to side and tugged on the uniform at her hips until the hem was just above her stocking tops.
"Well well, I didn't realise nurse's wore stockings these days although your fantastic legs were made for them."
She found herself blushing as he snapped off a couple more photos of her legs with a remote button on the end of a cable.
All of a sudden he stopped and slowly shook his head. "Damb, problem"
She stared back questionably. "What's the matter?"
"Your stockings Nurse, their wrinkled"
Susan looked down "Where?"
"Cant you see? Here let me help" He moved towards her and placed his hand on to the tops of her stockings and rubbed the startled nurse's leg, as though smoothing the nylon fabric.
He then slowly moved his hand up and over her stocking top so that his finger rubbed against the soft skin of her thigh.
"There, there nearly done" His hand was now completely under her uniform and was stroking the inside of her thigh.
In spite of his youth she had become a little aroused by his gentle touch and had to make a conscious effort to stop his hand from going along its path towards her panties.
She put her hand to her mouth and coughed.
"Excuse me; I think that has fixed the problem... don't you?"
"Oh yes of course, I was just getting a feel for the texture of your skin. I need to adjust the lighting conditions you see" He said moving to adjust a lamp.
Susan thought that the bulge in his pants told another story.
To show him that she wanted to shrug off the incident, she smiled as if nothing had happened. Anyway she was more than a little flattered that a professional photographer no matter how young, had got a hard on over her and one that was so good looking at that.
"Is that it?" she queried.
"No, no," he said a little too quickly. He gave her his best disarming smile. "I'll get a portfolio of poses from you and then you can pick a photo for the calendar"
She noticed that he was trying not to look at her chest as her nipples were clearly outlined under the thin uniform. Obviously she had been more aroused than she had thought.
"Now err Nurse, could you unbutton your top so that we can look at some different shots?"
Susan undid two buttons so that the top of her cleavage was showing before sitting up straight and waiting for his instructions "Is that ok?" she said cheerily.
Karl smiled at her "I think we need to be a little more adventurous than that. Look, unbutton your uniform to your waist and take off your belt."
Susan let out a little laugh "I can't...no way; sorry... you see I'm... I'm not wearing a bra."
He gulped and tried to control his pulse "No shit" he thought as he looked at the small lumps under her uniform.
"That's fine, don't worry Nurse, I've photographed dozens of models. I know the type of shot that you want and I wouldn't ask you to do something that would be too revealing."
