I once again would like to thank my friend Georgia Alice for her help with dressing the main character.
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The Saturday photoshoot might have been an off schedule event, but the harsh reality of the model's life remained - it once again began at six thirty. Surprisingly enough Alex was there too which made me happy, never mind if it is lingerie or dresses, my makeup and hair needed to be done professionally. Also after yesterday's dinner I began to like him as a person.
The shoot began with a bang or at least I personally perceived the item I was to wear to be insanely hot and beautiful. It was a teddy, most of its fabric was tan and nearly entirely transparent, but the parts that were supposed to optically shape the body and cover the breasts were made of blood red lace shaped into a flowery pattern; from the crotch, along the sides, over the breasts to the collar, the overall effect was incredible and gave an illusion of bodypainting. There was also a pair of hold-up stockings designed in the same way as the teddy, they were also tan and transparent, but had a red cuban heel and a pattern that went along the side to their tops which were thick and heavily ornamented. The outfit was completed by a pair of red stiletto heels of the same design that I fell in love with yesterday.
My lips were painted fierce red to match the colour of the lingerie.
The photoshoot itself began ordinarily, just the kind of photos one would expect to be made for a lingerie catalogue. But the theme soon changed, the poses became more erotic and artistic at the same time. I realized that James was not just another guy with a camera and that I myself had a kind of hidden model talent. I needed only few hints to understand what was expected of me and I could assume the correct pose. Possibly there was also some kind of chemistry between us which was neither fully professional nor personal. As the boudoir photoshoot continued the hints of yesterday's arousal returned, nothing serious yet but I already knew that route.
We were eventually done with the first set, but as I saw the second one I knew that we were not going down from the high excitement level. It was a claret bustier with a pair of matching panties, suspenders and stockings. Just like before there was a lot of fabric and ornamentation but little skin actually got covered. From the top where the cups were connected to the bottom run a hardening that kept the whole structure rigid, apart from it, the bottom stitch and partially the cups everything else was made of delicate patterns. The panties were made almost wholly of such patterns, only the small part between the legs was opaque, the stockings followed the same formula, only their tops were somewhat opaque. The heels that completed the outfit this time were black to break the uniformity of colour.
The photoshoot followed the same routine - first something sexy but professional, then erotic but classy. It went even smoother than previously since I knew what poses to assume. We might have been doing the same thing all over again with just some minor modifications, but it was not any less hot; my arousal was slowly building up.
The third set was not any less sexy. It consisted of a white bra which seemed to be made entirely of crazy amounts of lace; some might have considered that too much but I loved the intricate patterns and the way how the designer managed to use a lot of fabric and still reveal a lot of skin, especially the deep cleavage. Next were panties, also lacy and patterned but visibly simpler; the front triangle was not fully transparent but sheer enough that I was glad I was clean shaven. There was some fancy lace on the sides too, but the back consisted solely of a tiny string that nearly disappeared between my full buttocks. The set was completed by a pair of sheer white stockings with wide lacy hold ups. Of course there was also a mandatory pair of high heels in the usual design, these were golden to once again break the uniformity of colour.
The professional part went unchanged, but during the erotic one James suggested some minor changes that made the poses more risque, not vulgar by any means but visibly more suggestive. Of course because of that my arousal began to grow quicker, still within the limit of control though.
For the fourth round I was to wear a bodystocking. It was black and the main theme on it was a tiny fishnet, but it served more as a background to the patterns. Starting at my feet it had an intricate floral pattern on the outside of my both legs, it reached mid-thigh where there was a thick belt that resembled stockings tops, from there a faux garter belt run to the top part. The "teddy" piece was visibly distinguished from the rest and made of a mixture of fishnet and lace; two thicker straps going over my shoulder held the entire item in place, but few more were there just for ornamentation. The crucial part about the top was the fact that all the fishnets and patterns did little to conceal my breasts, they were there for all to admire along with my erect nipples that were trying to find a hole thick enough for them to break free through. The bottom part had a feature that was even more important - it was crotchless. Yes, underneath I wore a G-string, but it was so tiny it served more of a symbolic role. Still I was not flashing my pussy, so it was not all that bad. Although I was not sure if I would actually feel bad, if my pussy had been on display. My inner exhibitionist was no longer that minor.
The professional part lasted as long as previously but for me it just flashed in an instant and we were already making the more erotic photos. James managed to make the poses even more spicy and still remained far away from porn-like aesthetics. That was the best imaginable erotic tease and I was teasing not only the camera by myself as well.
We also made use of my flexibility, but whenever I bent over or spread my legs (even to full splits) I felt like a classy model or a gymnast, never a pornstar. The size of the G-string was not an issue since despite the poses my crotch was never fully on display. James always knew how to pick the right angle and not make a trashy photo.
The next item was also a bodystocking but a much simpler one. It was pink and made entirely of tiny fishnet, it covered my entire body along with arms and back, but for that kind of material the word "cover" is not the most accurate. my breasts (and the still erect nipples) were on display as was my crotch; the bodystocking might not have been crotchless but this time I was not wearing any panties at all. The high heels were also pink.
The lack of underwear did not matter in the professional part since all the poses were relatively modest, as least to a degree which a bodystocking allows.
Then it got significantly hotter. We once again made the spicy but not vulgar photos, but at some point the poses became borderline pornographic. No frontal leg spreading for the camera yet, but one could argue about their artistic level; I was not the one to argue though. I equally enthusiastically agreed to do a naughty yoga photoshoot. James once again exhibited his talent and shot me from such angles that the lewd exposing poses had an artistic touch to them. But I was nevertheless wondering if at some point the camera caught the fact that I was getting moist. When we were done with the pink bodystocking I was confident that my face was red from excitement, not exactly matching the fabric but close enough.
James suggested trying something completely different and I agreed without asking what he had in mind. It turned out to be a purple latex catsuit. I owned a latex skirt so I was somewhat familiar with the material, but I had never worn something like that. At the mere touch I realized it was unlike wearing the nylon bodystocking. Alex quickly told me that putting it on required some preparation, once doesn't simply put on a latex catsuit. So I stripped off the pink bodystocking and put on the tiny G-string that I had worn before. Alex produced a bottle of oil and began to rub it all over my skin. All that was happening backstage but James came to join us and began to film the rubbing. I just smiled at the camera and went on with the flow.
Eventually I was slippery enough to fit into the tight outfit.. and tight it was. Alex assisted me the entire time, otherwise I would have failed miserably at the supposedly easy task of dressing up. Surprisingly enough despite the video camera this was the most amusing part of the whole event, I felt so clumsy and we had a fair share of laughter.
Ultimately I got dressed; the catsuit together with a pair of black knee high stiletto boots made of the same material turned me into a real vixen. I still needed to get used to breathing and moving in my new outfit but I felt hot already, literally and figuratively. There was no professional part to this shooting, we moved directly to the erotic part. At first we did the easier poses since even standing motionless in a latex catsuit in more sophisticated poses is a bit different than in any other clothes. But once more I proven to be a quick learner and soon we could again make use of my flexibility. The purple fabric might have been fully opaque but I felt as exposed as in the bodystocking. The novelty of the entire experience must have been the main reason and my arousal soon reached new heights. As I continued to bend my body and spread my legs in lewd poses I felt that I was getting wet beneath the suit and it was not just sweat.
To make full use of the purple catsuit we did the sexy shoot, the spicy one and the almost pornographic one. The we proceeded to the naughty yoga and even remained on the "sporty" theme a bit longer and shot some photos of me "exercising" in latex, squats, weights and such.
I am in a perfect physical shape but the whole latex photoshoot was a bit taxing on my body. I could not drink too much water, because that would make me sweat heavily. When I could finally take the catsuit off I felt relieved to some point since in the long run it was not exactly comfortable. But at the same time I felt regret that the unique feeling of sexiness, exposure and to certain degree power would be gone.
I drunk a whole bucket of water, an energizing drink and went to take a shower. A quick one since James told me that he still had something in store for me. He came to tell me the details as I was drying myself with a towel.
"Let's make a nude photoshoot" he simply stated.
