My Diary 08 - A Second Photo Shoot by Emily Harrison
I'd been thinking a lot since my last phone conversation with Reg, especially when he suggested a second photo shoot.
To recap a little, Reg is an 87-year-old, former resident of the care home where I do some voluntary work during term breaks from University. He was only in care while recovering from a knee operation, but he was now back home and much happier. It might be best to read my 5th Diary entry, about my work at the Old Folks home, to fully understand how our friendship evolved.
We get on really well, but it's also now another way I can have some fun, by being duped into things.
Reg is a recent convert to amateur photography and to get some experience of photographing models, due to my machinations, I've allowed him to persuade me, his innocent virginal 18-year-old former volunteer carer, to pose for him.
At the first photo shoot, I had even allowed him to take some shots of me completely nude. And it seems, from what he said on the phone the other week, he thought some even more 'adult shots' might be needed by potential modelling agencies, for my 'modelling portfolio'.
As we all know, but without letting on to Reg, there is no way such shots would ever be required, especially for a first introductory portfolio, but being such an innocent, naive and gullible young girl, as he believes I am, I can be persuaded, if it's what an agency really needed! I know, I know, naughty me again.
So, adult shots! My mind had been doing somersaults at what he might have in mind, but enjoying immensely those thoughts. But when it happens, it will be for him to direct me, after all, what do I know about such things?
It was now two weeks since our last chat, and as I was lying in bed contemplating getting up ready for another Monday at Uni, my phone pinged. A message from Reg.
'Good morning Emily, hope you are well, do you have any plans for this coming Saturday?'
I messaged back.
'Hey Reg, lovely to hear from you, no nothing planned this Saturday, why?'
'Well I was wondering, do you fancy getting some more shots done for your portfolio?'
Reading that instantly got my naughty interest piqued.
'Gosh, that'd be great, are you sure you don't mind?' I responded.
'It would be my pleasure, maybe if you got here, shall we say, around 10 am on Saturday then, and we can spend a good few hours on them?'
'That sounds great, thank you so much for helping me like this Reg, I really appreciate it'
After a few more texts, wishing each other a good week etc., and confirming that we'd see each other on Saturday, we texted our goodbyes.
I needed to get up, jump in the tub, and then get to Uni, but those lovely sexy thoughts of posing for Reg once again had got a certain area rather moist and my nipples hard. Another 20 minutes or so won't hurt, I said to myself as my fingers started to wander.
Mmmmm, he said 'more adult shots' the last time we spoke.
My clitoris had hardened and become even more sensitive as my fingers gently rubbed at it. Legs were instinctively opened as I could feel the wetness now start to coat my fingers, as the rhythm of rubbing, with the hardening of my nipples now being pinched and twisted with my spare hand, very soon brought me to a lovely wet wave of an orgasm.
Mmmmm!
I looked at my bedside clock/radio as I recovered my breathing; darn I need to get moving.
After a quick bath, I was dressed in minutes and on my way. Another week of Uni ahead.
It was pretty much a normal week, save for the plumbing in my bathroom!
On the Tuesday evening, I noticed a small puddle of water pooling from under the bath panel as I was running my bath. Not being a Do-it-Yourself person, I hadn't a clue what to do. I rang Albert next door in a bit of a panic and within a minute he was here and taking the bath panel off to investigate.
"Ah, the seal between the plug hole and the waste pipe has failed," he said as he extricated his head from peering underneath at the failed area.
"You need to give the Landlord a ring; they'll send a plumber to sort it out".
Although it was evening, I still tried their number, an answerphone was on, and so I gave my details, hoping they'd get back to me the following day.
Ever the gentleman, Albert offered his bath until mine was fixed.
Now you will know by now, Albert is my 85-year-old gay naturist neighbour, he's been such a wonderful friend to me and I feel so comfortable being naked in his presence, as he does in mine.
So there I was on the Tuesday evening, sitting in Albert's bathtub. Now as I said before, we are comfortable naked in each other's presence, so leaving the bathroom door open while I bathed with Albert chatting to me as I washed myself, became the norm in that week.
As he sat (naked as he always was at home) on the closed toilet seat, we chatted as I washed. In fact, he didn't even ask if I wanted my back washed, he just soaped up his hands, repositioned himself and started washing my back for me as we continued to chat.
My landlord rang the following day; it would be next Monday before they could get a plumber to me. Urghh!
I got a text from Reg the next day, just confirming this coming Saturday and the photo shoot. He was obviously very keen!
Maybe at this point, I should give you a little background info on myself, just in case you haven't read my previous adventures.
My name is Emily Sarah Harrison. Daughter of Stephen and Jan Harrison, I'm 18 and live on my own in a flat, in a rather bucolic area of Southern England. Mum and Dad have rented this flat for me while I'm attending University, as they're currently living in France, even though we communicate almost every day.
I'm studying Archaeology, a subject I've loved since I was small, going on many metal detecting days out with my dad. I got the bug of scratching in the earth and finding hidden treasures, although it was mostly ring-pulls or some unidentifiable bits of rusty iron. It's the unknown however and the history that I love.
I'm relatively new to 'sexy adventures', but since my body started needing some attention, and after dipping my toes, I now love to get into sexy and fun situations. If you've read my earlier accounts, you'll know what I mean.
I'm still a virgin, but I can't lie, I've dreamt and fantasised about what it would feel like to have a hard penis inside me, but alternately, I want to save that moment until the right man comes along.
I realised a while back how much pleasure can be had from masturbating myself. Something I do regularly, either thinking through a gloriously naughty fantasy, reliving some naughty moments that have happened in my life so far, or thinking of things that might happen in the future.
To describe what I look like, I'm 5ft 2 inches tall, I have just past shoulder length brown hair which I prefer to keep in a ponytail, I'm slim and athletic, as I swim, run and cycle as much as I can.
And a weird aspect of myself, I seem to have this thing about elderly men. I'm not sure why, I just like elderly men. Other girls of my age, normally lust after boys the same age as them, but for me, it's elderly man. You can read about how that interest has developed, in my other adventures that I've previously written up and put on here.
Anyway, back to the present.
The days over that week seemed to drag by. I was so looking forward to visiting Reg on Saturday and to being his innocent model once again. And just as I was beginning to think that some weird 'time slowing' phenomenon was happening and that Saturday would never come, suddenly it was here. Saturday morning had arrived.
'What would Reg have in mind, how far will he go?' Those thoughts had been rattling around in my brain ever since Reg had said those words, 'more adult shots'.
I had my bath over at Albert's, walked the several paces back over to my flat and chose my outfit. My sage green blouse, black mini skirt, white bra and knickers, my charcoal grey summer jacket and my bag over my shoulder, I was ready.
I had decided to cycle the few miles to Reg's house, it was a lovely day and the whoosh of air up my skirt as I cycled, created a rather lovely cooling effect, which was much appreciated as I anticipated what the next few hours would bring. And it wasn't long, before I was there.
A tap on his front door, and there was Reg, complete with an anticipatory smile as we hugged, and exchanged hello's as I entered his lovely cottage, with Reg closing the door behind us.
"So lovely to see you Emily, you're looking as beautiful as ever" he said as he led me into his lounge.
It was so lovely to see Reg again, he's such a sweet man, and he's always been so kind and considerate, ever since that first day we met at the care home.
Sitting down and taking my jacket off, we sat and chatted for a good while, and with a cup of tea having been consumed, it was nearing that time. Although Reg was genuinely interested and engaged in our conversation, it was obvious he had his mind on other things, i.e. our photo shoot. And before long, we were there.
"So, about today's photo shoot," he said, as he prepared the groundwork. "As I said on the phone the other week, I've been reading lots lately about modelling portfolios and what needs to be included. They've consistently mentioned a few more 'adult poses'. Now we may never need to use them, but it is best practice, apparently, to have some ready, should an agency ask".
Now as I've said previously, both you and I know that any such poses are totally unnecessary when it comes to introductory portfolios, but this has been the entire game plan for me, so why not have some naughty fun with it. But I have to keep Reg thinking that I'm still that innocent and naive Emily, a role that I so enjoy playing.
"Yes, you said about that", I said in my most gullible of voices.
"It really is just so we have a full range of photos ready for when a modelling agency comes calling because I have no doubt that you will be a sensation when agencies see how incredibly beautiful you are".
So how could I possibly refuse any suggestions, with wonderfully glowing compliments as that ringing in my ears! The stage was set!
"Ok, shall we get started then?" He said as he raised himself from his seat, and with an "ok" from yours truly, we made our way up to his bedroom, where our previous shoot had taken place.
He had not long before had his bedroom completely decorated and remodelled, so it looked almost like something out of a 'good homes' magazine. The bed was big; everything was spotlessly clean, neat and tidy.
"So as we've already fully covered shots with you in clothes, and as we need those 'adult shots' now, if you could get out of your things, we can get started".
"Ok", I innocently said.
Reg had, at the last shoot, already seen me naked, but it was still rather enjoyable slowly undressing with him watching. I took off my blouse and skirt, laying them on the chair, I unhooked and took off my bra, I could feel my now bare nipples react to the situation, and his looking. As I pulled my panties down and took them off, placing them again on the chair out of shot, I was naked and ready. With his camera now in his hands, we began.
"Now, I think we'll just start with a few in various positions on the bed".
"Ok", I said as I climbed onto that lovely comfy bed, and lay back a little against the pillows propped up behind me.
There were a few initial preparatory poses, just to check for light, positioning etc., before we got to the real reason he wanted another photo shoot, the more 'adult shots' as he had called them.
"Ok, so maybe if you just draw up your right knee and let it open, like you were just casually relaxing".
