My name is Joe and this is part three of a true story that happened within the last two years. It is the story of my wife's, Carla's, photo shoot with Bradley. Bradley is an artist commissioned by a French collector, Stephane, to take photos of a bold, beautiful American woman and then do sketches and oil paintings of her.
A week before the cocktail party at our villa, I said to Carla, "I need to fly to Miami for a short meeting."
"I want to go to pick up some clothes from our home in Key West," she said. "I'll go there while you go to your meeting, then I'll meet you in Miami and we can do some shopping. I want to go to Sak's for a little black dress and some shoes for our cocktail party next week. Bradley told me I was also going to need a conservative swimsuit for the photo shoot, so I need to find one of those."
I said, "Great. We'll fly out tonight and come back on Monday in time to meet with Bradley."
Carla and I met after my meeting and we headed to Sak's to go shopping. We went to the swimsuit department and she picked out several to try on. She went into the dressing room to try on each suit, then came out wearing each one for me to see and give my opinion.
After the first few, I said, "If you want to be conservative, the bottoms need to have more coverage, but the tops are fine."
She went over to the suits again and found some with more conservative bottoms. There was another couple there and the woman was trying on suits too. We guys were just sitting outside the changing area offering our opinions.
From the dressing room I heard Carla say, "I think I found the bottoms."
She came out of the dressing room with bottoms on, but no top.
Carla said, "What do you think?"
The other guy was totally speechless. All he could do was stare at her tanned tits.
She saw him staring, glanced down at her tits, and then looked back at him and said, "Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to embarrass you; I don't usually wear a top."
He said, "You look great."
I laughed and said, "I think those are conservative enough. They should work well, but you better wear the top too."
After that we went to the dress department.
To the saleslady Carla said, "I'm looking for a little black dress for a cocktail party. I want it to be really sexy and small with lots of cleavage."
The woman said, "I think we have what you are looking for. You look like you are about a size six, is that right?"
Carla replied, "Yes."
Carla went in the dressing room and the saleslady brought three dresses for her to try on. She liked the first dress she tried and came out for my approval. It was a backless, short, black dress. It left her tanned back completely bare, had a plunging neck line in the front, and was open on the sides.
She said, "What do you think?"
"I love it," I said. "It is you, do you think its to revealing for this occasion?"
She turned to the saleslady and said, "We'll take it."
Next, we were off to the shoe department. She showed the shoe salesman her black dress and said, "I would like some blacks heels to match this. No hooker heels, but something close."
He said, "You are a seven and half, right?"
"That's right," she said and smiled at him. "You are good."
He came back with four pairs for her to try on. He took the first pair out of the box and helped her put them on. Carla, as usual, had on a short skirt that rode up pretty high when she sat down. I was sitting across from her and knew what she was doing.
The salesman looked up at her and asked, "Um, how does that pair, ummm, feel?"
I knew why he was hesitating while talking to her. Her dress was so high up that he was looking straight at her bare pussy. I knew he could see everything, because I could too.
She stood up and walked around in the shoes, as she did the three other pairs. She made no effort to hide her suntanned pussy. The poor sales guy had a very-obvious, huge hard on that started after the first pair. He was so flustered by the time Carla was finished with him that he could hardly speak. Carla bought the shoes she liked the best and we left for the airport.
When we were in the air, she said, "Do you like what I bought for the cocktail party?"
"Very much. You will look beautiful," I said. "My biggest concern today was the shoe salesman. I thought he might have a stroke."
Carla laughed and said, "Does my behavior of late upset you?"
I said, "No, not at all; it really turns me on. Keep doing it. I just want to be there when you are showing your stuff."
"I will make sure you are always there," she said. "I had a fun time teasing both of those guys at Sak's. After I came out of the dressing room topless, I got really turned on. I knew right then that I wasn't going to put my panties back on to go buy shoes. Those shoe guys are always trying to look up women's dresses, so I made sure there was something for him to see."
When we landed, Carla had a message from Bradley. He had called to say that the photo crew had arrived.
She called him back and asked him, "When should we all meet?"
He said, "Is Thursday morning at 10am, okay with you?"
Carla said, "Great. We will be at the villa."
Thursday morning they arrived right on time.
Bradley did the introductions for us, "This is Jacques, who will be your photographer. This is Jean-Marie, his assistant, and over here is Philippe, your make-up artist."
I said, "Welcome to our villa. Please make yourselves at home."
Jacques said to us, "I would like to talk with Carla and you. Bradley, could you please show Jean-Marie and Philippe around the villa and we will meet you back here when you are finished?"
