I had been asking my girlfriend to pose for some boudoir type pictures, taken by a professional photographer, for a long time. She would always say how she wouldn't want another man to see her in lingerie.
This situation was a strong fantasy for me, though, so I kept thinking how I could convince her to pose for a photographer.
Then, it occurred to me, that I had a long time friend, named Steve, who had mentioned to me that he was an amateur photographer. This was a hobby and mostly he took nature pictures. Steve had also not been shy about saying how pretty my girlfriend Amber was and I noticed him looking at her in a leering manner, whenever he thought no one was looking. The thought of him seeing her in as little clothes as possible, was also a fantasy of mine.
To give you an idea of what she looks like, Amber is very conservative by nature, and she is Asian, 28 years old, 5 feet, 3 inches tall. She weighs about 110 lbs. Her boobs are 34b and a really tight butt. In her mind, the thought of being photographed by a strange man would be too embarrassing to even imagine.
My birthday was coming up and I thought it was a perfect time to bring up the subject again, as I could ask for the pictures as my present. I began to put the plan in motion.
I called my friend and said, "Hey Steve, are you still taking pictures?"
He said, "Yes, in fact I just got a great Nikon digital camera that I haven't even had a chance to use."
I thought, that is good to know, and said, "Well, my birthday is coming up and I was wondering if you might help me with an idea?"
"Sure, he said, "Anything you would like."
I said, "I am going to ask Amber to have you take a few pictures of her."
"Oh, I haven't taken any portrait photos; I only take outdoor pictures of trees, rivers, mountains, and things like that."
"Well,", I replied, "I hope you will reconsider, as I am looking for some boudoir type pictures and I don't think she would be comfortable with a stranger, but might with you."
I thought the phone went dead, as there was no reply. Finally he said, rather emphatically, "Sure, I could do that, let me know if she agrees."
With him on board with the idea, the hard part of convincing Amber to go through with it was my next project. This one would not be as easy though. For several days, I would wake up with dreams about how this situation may play out.
I picked a night only a week before my birthday to bring it up. I had opened a bottle of wine and we had each had a couple of glasses. When she drinks, she really gets in a sexy mood. I had rented a movie that I knew included a scene of a man taking pictures of a girl in her underwear, followed by a nice romantic interlude.
After the movie, we kissed a bit, and then, playfully, I said, "You know my birthday is coming up next week?"
She said, "Of course I do, but I have no idea what to get you, as you have everything and you haven't given me any tips."
I whispered to her, "Well, you know I've wanted some pictures of you."
She said, "Yes, I know what you are talking about, but I've told you no way."
I replied, "I understand you wouldn't trust a stranger to take pictures of you."
"That's right, so let's stop talking about it," Amber said.
"Well, I have a solution for this issue, my friend Steve is a photographer and has volunteered to do this as my birthday present."
She was clearly shocked and speechless for several seconds, so I took the chance to say, "It is basically the same as what you wear on the beach, and we both trust Steve."
"So, I could wear bikinis and things like that?"
"Sure, maybe bra and panties, but that is basically the same thing."
She thought about it for a few minutes and said, "Where will he take the pictures?"
My heart skipped a few beats as that meant she had agreed to do it. I said, "why not here, that will make it more personal."
She said, "Ok, I will do it, but only if you are not in the room, as I want to surprise you for your birthday."
"What the fuck," was what I was thinking. I mean, to get the pictures is great, but most of the fun I was planning on was watching Steve see her, pose her and all that goes with it.
Instead of saying that, I said, "Ok, whatever makes you comfortable."
That night, we had some pretty wild sex as I think both of us were turned on thinking about her doing it. She of course, made it seem like it was all for me, but I think she thought it would be fun too.
The next day, I rang up Steve and said, "We are all on for Saturday night for the photo session."
We talked about it and he sounded a bit uncomfortable about the situation for some reason. He asked, "What is she going to be wearing?"
I said, "Well, she will have some outfits ready, but why don't you buy some naughty little outfits you think would be good for the pictures."
He thought about this for awhile, and said, "Ok, I will buy some and bring them over."
I offered to pay him, but he said it would be part of my birthday gift from him, along with some printed copies of the pictures. He has one of those digital picture printers at home. Steve is a big guy, over 6 feet tall, but also heavy, and must weigh 300 pounds.
Saturday finally came around, and it was the day before my birthday. I was excited all day and made sure Amber had some wine before he showed up. She seemed really nervous all day, but never acted as if she was going to go back on our deal.
She cleaned up our bedroom and said this was where he was going to the pictures, and said, "I hope you won't be disappointed with how they turn out."
I told her that would never be possible and just then, the door bell rang. Steve came in with his equipment and acted very professionally. He gave Amber a hug and me a handshake and started to unpack his stuff.
I was surprised that he had all the equipment he did. He had two lights that appeared to be professional photographer grade, a nice tripod for the camera, and a very nice looking camera. I wondered if he bought some of it for this experience.
He also had a duffel bag and I thought there may be some outfits in there.
As he unpacked, I gave him a glass of wine and then took my clue to exit the house. We had agreed that I would be gone two hours, which should have been plenty of time for the photo session, including changing outfits and such.
I drove over to the local bar and ordered a drink. I was wondering what was going on back at my house. But, I would find out. Earlier in the week, I went to a local spy shop and did some shopping for a pinhole camera with sound.
No way was I not going to watch the photo session and this way, I would have the video to keep forever. I would have not only the pictures, but a video to keep and watch over and over. The camera wirelessly transmitted to a recorder I had hidden in the garage. Cost me a few hundred bucks, but I felt it was worth it. I hid the small camera in a place that would capture the bed and some of the room, and it was color with sound. I tested it out, and it worked great.
I drank a couple of drinks, but my mind was on what was going on back home. I didn't get too buzzed, as I not only had to drive home, but wanted to be awake when I got back.
At last the two hours had passed and I rushed home. Steve was already gone when I got there and I was disappointed I didn't get to talk to him.
I said to Amber, "How did it go?"
She said, "Fine, I was nervous at first, but after a few shots, it was actually fun and I enjoyed doing it."
I was surprised, not that she enjoyed it, but that she admitted it.