A married woman's crush on her photo teacher develops into an interesting relationship.
Cynthia
I'm a middle-aged woman, more or less happily married, with two sons off living their own lives out of town, and one dog and a cat. We live in a suburb of Los Angeles and except for the occasional traffic jam, seem to have a fairly happy existence. My husband is a retired engineer and a good fellow, and although we do seem to live somewhat separate lives, I love him very much and would never leave him. Since he had a heart attack three years ago though, our sex life has dwindled, and while he seems content with this arrangement, sometimes it can be difficult for me, as I've always had a very strong libido.
I'm a retired teacher and to pass the time, I often take workshops and seminars. One weekend I was taking a photography workshop in San Francisco. I was really trying to improve my photography. I've always been more of a verbal type, but I find, with effort, that most things do come along for me if I try. I was determined to advance out of the league of a snap shooter to a fine advanced amateur, and even had hopes of selling some of my photos online through a stock photo agency.
The second day at the workshop, I attended a lighting class, which was excellent and very helpful. A slightly younger photographer taught it, who proved to be thoughtful, very handsome, and extremely talented. I was sexually drawn to him immediately but for the sake of discretion, kept the day's events focused on photography.
In the evenings at the workshop, the classmates and instructors often went out for dinner and drinks, and I would have to restrain myself from throwing myself at Evan, since I was so strongly attracted to him.
For his part, he seemed totally nonchalant. I did know he was married and assumed he was faithful. I also wondered if he were bisexual, since he both men and women seemed to be strongly drawn to him. Generally I had to struggle to focus on the workshop and not completely lose it to my ever-intensifying crush.
When the workshop was almost over, he met with the students and invited them to email him photos of their work from time to time so he could keep an eye on their progress and advise them further. I was thrilled to have his personal email address, and upon returning home, I sent him a note with my contact information and some new photos I had taken. I thought were much better than my previous work. He lived and worked in the Los Angeles area as I do, about half an hour from where I live.
I didn't hear back from him for a few weeks, but finally couldn't help but pick up the phone and call his office. He answered after a few rings, and I found myself stumbling over my words, embarrassed to be talking to him.
We made small talk and then he asked me if I wanted to pose for him. He said he had some new equipment he wanted to try out and needed a model. I said that would be great, and we arranged a time in a couple of days for the photo shoot.
When the day arrived for the shoot, I dressed very attractively, making some effort with my hair and make-up, and finally convinced myself I looked pretty good, although it wasn't easy. I arrived about five minutes early, and his assistant showed me into the studio and soon he came in.
Just seeing him again made my head spin but I was determined to behave professionally and asked him what I should do. He said just relax while he got his equipment set up. After a few minutes his assistant said she was leaving and he said, "OK lock up will you Stephanie?" She said sure and soon we were completely alone in his studio.
He had a collection of props and put a very pretty red velvet chair out for me to sit on. It was a beautiful chair, and he said, "Just make yourself comfortable, would you like anything to drink?"
"I'll take a glass of white wine, please." He got me a large tumbler of some delicious cold white wine, and then starting getting ready to take some pictures.
