Fun in the Sun

As you will know if you have been following my previous stories, I was made redundant last year. Eventually, I decided, with a large redundancy pay-out, plus the money from the sale of my own house, it was the ideal time to make a complete break from my previous lifestyle. To that effect, I had sold my house in Scotland, set myself up with a villa on the Costa Del Sol, and prepared to launch my new business as a professional photographer.

The villa was large enough for me to turn the various bedrooms into mini photo studios when I was working on my own projects, but large enough to use as guest rooms if I decided to run glamour photography holidays for amateur photographers. I had placed adverts in the UK photography magazines, offering limited places on a series of, 'exclusive,' one-week photography holidays on the aforementioned Costa Del Sol, and now I was about to receive my first guests. I had arranged with a local mini-bus operator to pick my guests up from the local airport just after lunch time on the Friday. I had cleaners on stand-bye to visit daily, and a cook to prepare and serve meals. I was well organised, we were, 'all systems go.'

Around 2pm, the bus rolled into the grounds of my villa and stopped at the entrance with a hiss of air brakes. The coach door opened, and the passengers began to disembark. I introduced myself and asked that they come up to the veranda to register. I already knew who everybody was, but of course hadn't met them before, and here was my chance to put a name to the faces, which we duly did.

I had made up a leaflet/programme with a basic itinerary for the week, which included an afternoon trip to a secluded local beach for a photo shoot, and a trip inland, a bit higher in the hills, to a local beauty spot where a small waterfall fed into a deserted but decent sized rocky pool. It was very picturesque and would be a highlight of the week I hoped. I had already done some trial shoots there with a couple of the model hopefuls I had interviewed a few weeks before.

I had timetabled the beach shoot for early Tuesday morning when the light would be best, and the waterfall shoot for the Thursday afternoon. On Thursday night I would throw a bit of a farewell party as they would be leaving on the Friday morning. In between I'd be doing seminars on lighting, group shoots beside the pool, or in the secluded walled garden, and in the studio. In the evenings, they could either go into town, or whatever. On the Wednesday evening I had scheduled a, 'show and tell,' where I would go through their work so far, and hopefully they'd offer each other creative criticism. It was all intended to make them better photographers when they left, than when they arrived.

At 3.30pm after they had settled into their various rooms, we all convened in the main lounge for a 'meet and greet,' where I laid on a few glasses of wine for those who indulged, and tea or coffee, plus soft drinks or water for those who preferred something lighter. So, we mingled and chatted, and it all went well. They admired the large exhibition prints on the walls, and a few photo books with examples of my published work from various magazines. At one point I made a small welcome speech thanking them for coming, and gave a quick resume of what we would be doing in the coming week.

Starting that evening I announced, after the evening meal, we would be going over to the studio building where I would be conducting a lighting seminar, which I assured them they would find very useful in the long winter evenings back home in the UK. A few light hearted groans accompanied that, but I assured them they wouldn't be thinking about those long winter nights tonight, because I had a lovely Spanish model called Carla who was coming to model for the seminar. I showed them a few photos of Carla the model, and it was generally agreed that she was a real beauty.

I had also arranged for the other Carla, who I thought of as

my

Carla since we were occasional lovers, to come along as well since she was an experienced interpreter. She was a real beauty too, and it's always nice to have a few beautiful women around. Having said all that, there was another real beauty amongst the guests.

George Phillips, one of the amateur photographers had brought his wife on the holiday too, and although she wasn't there to model, she could quite easily have done a turn. Her name was Pauline, and she was about five foot five inches tall, long dark hair, framing a very pretty face, and a very slim and slender figure, with great legs. She was wearing a cut off shirt, tied at the front showing off a stomach as flat as an ironing board, and shorts, which is why I knew she had great legs. I thought she was probably in her mid-thirties age wise, but a real beauty none the less.

The Spanish are inclined to eat late, about 8pm or 8.30pm, but with this being a UK clientele, we decided to go for a 6pm evening meal, which meant we were ready to start the seminar at 7.30pm. I had the studio all set up for the shoot, and Carla the model was already there looking stunning. I ran through a couple of basic lighting set ups for them, using Carla to show how the placing of the lights affected the mood of the picture, even the shape of her face, and using the shadows to accentuate her figure.

As advised, they had brought their own cameras, and they all got a chance to work with Carla, who had a good understanding of English, and spoke it really well, so my Carla wasn't strictly necessary, but it's always nice to have her around anyway. We broke up about 9pm, and they all made their way back to the villa. I walked over with them to make sure they were comfortable, and a few of them had opened their duty-free bottles of wine and spirits and were sitting around the lounge, chatting and getting to know each other, so I left them to it.

I wasn't sleeping in the house, the paying guests had all the rooms, and I was staying at the studio. When I converted it from the old garage, I had made provision for myself to live there when the main house was occupied by guests. It had a small bedroom, a kitchenette, and a shower room, behind the main studio room, and I'd be quite comfortable there - it was perfectly adequate.

With the guests back in the main house, and Carla the model paid and on her way home, my thoughts and lust turned to my own Carla. Although it was getting late and her husband was at home, she was perfectly amenable to, 'christening,' the bed in the studio, so we had a brief but very pleasurable half hour or so before she reluctantly dressed and kissed me goodnight. We both agreed that it was time we had another longer session to explore her new found pleasure in being spanked and mildly abused while tied up. She was eager to learn more about herself and I was eager to help her along the path to self-discovery. It was a pleasure I knew we would enjoy learning about together.

The next morning I was up bright and early, then back over to the main villa to make sure the breakfasts arrangements went smoothly. About 10am, we met up at the pool, and the two models I had arranged for arrived on time, and we began our first poolside session. Unlike the previous evening where we had been using studio flash lighting, today we would be using natural light provided by the wonderful Spanish sunlight. I showed them how using reflectors could help even out and balance the light in strong sunlight, and where to place the reflectors for best effect.

Then I went on to show how to place a model in strong sunlight, so the often heavy shadows caused by the sunlight didn't detract from the model. I finished up the instructional part of the session by talking about, and demonstrating the 'fill-in flash,' technique, where using a little blip of flash could again lighten and balance the shade when a model was placed with her back to the sun.

Sunlight from behind gives a lovely rim lighting effect to a model's hair and body, but needs the fill-in flash, or a large reflector to lighten the shadow side, otherwise her face would be lost in virtual darkness. I had of course printed all these techniques on a leaflet, so they could take them home, study them and use them for themselves in future. All part of the service.

After that, I turned them loose with the two models, who were happy working topless and nude, and they worked around the pool, taking turns at shooting with the models and helping each other. I was there to supervise and advise, and encouraged them to take as many photos as they could. I noticed that the lovely Pauline was taking photos too, but she was standing back a lot, letting the guys get on with it, so I spoke to her.

'Are you okay?' I asked her and she replied that she was just fine. As a guest and having paid her full amount, I didn't want her leaving at the end of the holiday thinking it hadn't been worth her while, but she replied that she was just fine, and was enjoying the sunshine, and the banter and camaraderie that was already starting to form between the guys.

'I'm shooting mainly, 'behind the scenes,' stuff, she explained, 'although I have got some nice model shots too. The models are really lovely girls' she said, then asked, 'was it hard to find Spanish girls who spoke English?' I explained that one of the things I had been looking for when I was looking for local models was that it would be helpful if they spoke even a little bit of English. Most of the ones I had chosen had studied English at school, to some sort of level. My Spanish had also come on a fair bit thanks to my assistant Carla, not the model, the interpreter, I explained, so between the models and myself, we could usually manage to make ourselves understood, which was another reason I was supervising what was going on.

'Yeah, both Carla's are stunners. Has your assistant Carla done any modelling, she's beautiful enough to be one?' she asked.

'Well... yes, but only for me. It was a private shoot, and she'd never done any modelling before, but she enjoyed it very much.' Her eyebrows lifted, and a 'knowing,' smile lit her face as if to say, 'oh yeah?' I smiled, ignoring her light hearted insinuation and added, 'I'm hoping she'll occasionally come over to the dark side and model more regularly. She certainly has the looks and figure for it, but of course she's married, so there is a little difficulty there.' She nodded in agreement.

'How about you?' I asked. 'You most certainly have the face and figure to be a model. Do you model for George when you're back home, or have you modelled for anyone else?' She laughed, but I could see she was flattered at my suggestion.

'Me? Model? You're having a laugh surely?' she protested, but still looking pleased at what I'd said. 'George tried to get me to model for him back when he started this photography obsession, but to be honest,' and she leaned in closer, our bodies touching, and spoke very quietly, 'he's enthusiastic, but not very good. He made me look terrible, and I refused to do it again. Which is one of the reasons we're here I suppose so he can maybe improve.'

'Well Pauline, if you are interested, and would like to, I would love to do a shoot with you. I think you look wonderful, and I'm positive we'd get some great shots. Have a think about it,' and just then I was needed to sort out a small linguistic difficulty, a misunderstanding, so we left it at that for the time being.

The rest of the week went to plan, which I was very grateful for. The beach shoot and the waterfall were highly successful, but the shoots back at the villa, around the pool, in the walled garden and in the studio were a lot of fun too. They all seemed to mix well and the nights, 'at home,' were good. The guys sat around, having a few drinks, 'chewing the fat,' about the day's proceedings and praising or discussing the models I had selected.

They had their favourites of course, and as usual they all wanted the 'unattainable.' I lost track of the amount of time I was asked if

my

Carla was going to model for them. I passed on their requests to her, but she just smiled and said she'd prefer to model just for me. I was highly flattered of course that she was choosing to be exclusively mine when it came to modelling, but I had my own, 'unattainable,' target and that was the lovely Pauline.

She was always there during the shoots and talks, always looking past everyone else, smiling at me. For my part, I took every opportunity to talk to her, and she was good fun. I kept digging away about her modelling, but she just smiled enigmatically.

'Well maybe,' she finally admitted later in the week, 'but I wouldn't want George to know, and how would we manage that? I wouldn't want to hurt his feelings. He's improved quite a bit this week, but let's face it, he's still not very good, is he?' I very diplomatically glossed over her assessment of George's photographic capabilities, but she was right. He had no, 'eye,' for a photograph, no idea of composition, was hopeless at directing and working with a model, and her verdict that he wasn't very good was right in every way. However, he was enthusiastic, and was enjoying himself, so I wasn't too bothered.

It was Pauline herself who managed to wangle the time we would need for a shoot, and it came right at the end of the week, just when I had resigned myself to the fact that we would never find the time to shoot together.

On the Thursday evening, I threw a little party for my guests to celebrate a successful week of photography. They were a very amenable bunch, nice guys one and all. I provided the usual array of drinks, including water and soft drinks, but the soft drinks were largely ignored in favour of the wine I had also provided, and the guys, since this was their last night here, had gone into town a little earlier for more drinks including beer and some bottles of spirits, vodka, brandy, etc.

As the night wore on some of them began to get a little worse for wear including George. By 8.30pm half of them were, 'out of the game,' as the saying goes, but they had started drinking early, just after the last photo shoot had finished around 5pm. About 8pm Pauline sidled up to me.

'Do you still want to photograph me?' she said quietly, and I assured her that I was desperate to photograph her. 'How about after the party?' she suggested, adding, 'George is pissed already, and when he's in this mood, he'll drink until he passes out. He won't waken up until the morning, so he'll never know I'm not there. Is that okay?'

'Okay? Bloody hell Pauline, I can't think of anything I'd like more.' She looked very happy at my confession. 'I'll stick around here for a little bit longer for appearance sake,' I said quietly so as not to be overheard, 'and then head over to the studio. Just come over when you can, and I'll have everything ready.' She smiled up at me and squeezed my hand with hers. I stuck around for another half hour or so, long enough to see a couple of the more sober guys with their arms around George, helping him up the stairs to bed. Pauline was behind them, obviously going up to make sure George was in bed and comfortable before she came over to the studio. She looked over at me and winked as she started up the stairs.

I hadn't been drinking; as I said once before I'm virtually teetotal, so I was stone cold sober, and I set about getting things ready. I didn't need to do much, just adjust the camera exposure settings. The lights were already in place from the last session there, and I knew the exposure from that as well, so all I needed now was Pauline, and we were good to go. I didn't have to wait long, about 15 minutes later, I heard the studio door open, and Pauline walked in, a huge smile on her face, and a plastic shopping back in her hand.

'I brought some lingerie,' she explained. It's my own, but I also bought a pair of hold-up stockings off one of the models just in case this happened. They were spares she didn't need.' I thanked her for her foresight, and although she had gorgeous legs, stockings always help in a photographic sense. She was wearing a loose white dress, and over the week she had been here, she had developed a nice light tan which the white dress showed off to perfection.

She looked sensational, and I told her as much. She smiled, no, she grinned with delight, and asked where she could change, and I offered my little bedroom, or the shower room, she chose the bedroom. It was more intimate than a shower room she confided. While she was putting on the lingerie, I went and locked the door, switching off the external lights so it looked like I had gone to bed if anyone else was out and about. I knew the studio would look completely locked down and in darkness as there were no windows in the main part of the studio building.

After a little while Pauline came out of the room, looking a million dollars. I showed my appreciation, and told her she looked wonderful, once again she positively beamed. The studio was already prepared with a bedroom setting and I got her to come and stand beside the bed I used exclusively for the studio. We started with her fully dressed as usual, and did a few standing shots, more fashion style than glamour, but we'd get to that soon enough.

Then I did a series of facial, 'head and shoulders,' portraits, simply because she had a lovely face, and I still get a thrill, despite all the nude and erotic shoots I've done, from seeing a beautiful face looking back at me through my camera lens. Of course, the secret of photographing pretty women is to tell them they look lovely and praise them while taking the photos. A silent photographer is the 'kiss of death,' to a model photo shoot. If she looks great then tell her she looks great. It helps to build her confidence, and if she feels confident and appreciated, she will give her best for you.

Next I got her to stand beside the bed and put one knee up on the bed, then slide her dress a little higher until I could see her stocking tops. As she did it I marvelled out loud at her legs again, and we did a series of shots with her sliding the dress ever higher until I could see her lacy black panties. To call them skimpy was an understatement and on her they looked fabulous.

The next step was to unzip the dress, and let it gradually slip off her shoulders, showing her bra straps and the top of the bra cups. All I can say is they looked even more, 'well filled,' than I thought they would be, given that she had such a slender figure. The next step was that we got rid of the dress altogether and now the beautiful Pauline was there in her lingerie and stockings, looking sensational.

I told her we were going to work on a series of poses where she was going to look very sensual and sexy. I got her up on the bed, kneeling, and suggested that she was, 'home alone,' doing what women who were home along and feeling sexy do. She got it right away, looking straight at the camera in some shots, then looking away as if she was totally absorbed in herself, unaware that the camera was even there, and all the time she was running her hands over her body very sensually. When she slid her hands over her breasts, I encouraged her to linger there a bit longer and look as if she was having a lot of fun.

'Close your eyes and open your mouth just a little, and it will look as if you're having a really wonderful time,' I said, and now she looked to me as if she was really caressing herself, and she confirmed my suspicions by squeezing herself quite hard, and then looking as if she was pulling on her nipples through the fabric. Her breathing was sounding a bit fast and shallow too, and then she unexpectedly gasped out loud, followed by a little quiet moan in her throat. She opened her eyes, looking at me as if seeking approval.

'Don't stop now Pauline,' I encouraged her, you look absolutely stunning, 'go for it.' She nodded and smiled at me.