I retired from the military more than twenty years ago, but I still maintain my membership in the NCO Club at the local air base, and go there two or three times a week to eat and to have a few drinks in the bar. The prices there are a lot better than at any place in town.
I'm also, if I say so myself, a pretty decent photographer.
Last Saturday I went to the NCO Club after spending the afternoon at the photo hobby shop printing pictures of a young exotic dancer I had met at one of the adult peep show theaters and had talked into posing for a few nude and semi-nude photos.
The shots of Tina were erotic, but far from being pornographic. They were the kind that were common in the early Playboy magazines. That is, while they showed her breasts, she was always turned in such a way that even when completely nude, her pubes were hidden. They were tasteful pictures that could be looked at by anyone except the most severe prudes.
A couple of the guys in the bar saw me looking at my pictures while sipping at a snifter of brandy and asked if they could see them. I'm egotistical enough that I said, "Sure. Pull up some chairs and look."
They did. They also asked questions about each pose, and of course about Tina. Sgt. Jackson said he did quite a bit of photography himself, and had always wanted to do some nude studies, but didn't know where to find a girl who would pose for him.
Sgt. Milford, a bit younger than Jackson, made a number of comments about how much he'd like to get Tina into bed, but expressed no interest in photography. I chose to ignore him after that, and he soon left.
SSgt. Konrad seemed particularly interested, but said little.
I talked to Sgt. Jackson for a while. I told him how I had seen Tina doing her dance at the peep show place, and had approached her when she took a break at the end of her set. I also advised him that if he were going to get girls to pose for him that, it was vital to get them to sign a model release. I also gave him the web address of a site that has sample model and property releases for use by photographers, and told him to download a couple and then modify them for his use.
SSgt Konrad stayed behind when Jackson left. "Mr. Hardon," he said, "I'm not sure how to ask this. I have a request that may seem a bit odd."
As he said this, he was blushing. You don't often see a grown man blush. That made me curious.
"Well, why don't you tell me, and let me decide whether what you want is odd or not."
"Can we go somewhere? I don't want any of these guys to hear what I'm going to ask you."
"Well, my home is only a couple of miles away. I live alone. We can talk there if you wish, and I can also show you some of my other pictures, if you're interested."
"Great. I'll follow you in my car."
Fifteen minutes later we arrived at my home. As we entered I asked Jerry (he had told me his first name while we were walking to our cars) if he would like anything to drink while we looked at pictures and talked. He asked for a beer.
I left him sitting in the living room and went to the kitchen to get a bottle of Grolsh pilsner for him, and to pour a snifter of Asbach Uralt for myself. I'm quite partial to that German Weinbrandt (brandy).
When I returned to the living room, Jerry was thumbing through a stack of prints I had left on the coffee table. Some were landscapes, some were similar to the ones he had seen at the club, and a few were what I consider soft porn. That is they showed nude women with their genitals fully exposed. In a couple, the models had their labia spread and were fingering their clits.
Jerry was blushing again. "Mr. Hardon," he said as he looked at one of the shots of a girl fingering herself, "I want you to take some pictures like this of my wife."
That set me back a little.
"Why do you want me to take them? Why don't you take them yourself?"
"Well, I could take them of Linda, but I also want you to take some of me, and some of Linda and me together."
"Oh?"
"Yes. You see, I just got orders to go to Iraq. Linda and I have never been separated since we got married. We love one another, and we both love sex. I want you to take pictures for us to look at while I'm gone. Make two sets, one for her and one for me."
"Your request is a little odd, alright, but I see no problem. I will want both you and Linda to sign model releases for me. That's to protect me in case either of you later have second thoughts about posing nude and perhaps in positions that are β shall we say a bit risquΓ©."
"I understand. But I really do want these pictures, and I'm sure Linda will too."
We talked a bit longer. I gave Jerry my phone number and said, "Go home. Tell Linda about our conversation and see if she feels like you do about posing for these pictures that you want. If she does, call me either tonight or tomorrow and we'll make an appointment for a shooting session."
Jerry called me at noon the next day.
"Mr. Hardon, I talked to Linda after I got home yesterday. She's not sure about posing."
"I understand, Jerry. I think most women would be a little reluctant to pose for such pictures."
"It's not that, Mr. Hardon. She wants the pictures as much as I do. But, she doesn't know you, and isn't sure about letting someone she doesn't know and trust take them."
I thought about what he said and then said, "Tell you what; why don't you and Linda meet me in the dining room at the club tonight. We can have dinner together and get to know one another.
"There's no need for her to make a decision tonight. We can just have a friendly visit. After dinner, if she wants, we can go back to my home and let her look at the pictures you looked at last night.
"Then you can call me again in a day or two and tell me what she wants to do."
"Hey, that sounds great. Let me call Linda to see if dinner tonight is okay with her. I'll call you right back."
Ten minutes later Jerry called and told me he and Linda would meet me at the club at seven o'clock that evening.
Linda is a gorgeous red head with beautiful, large jade green eyes. She is tall β five foot six, and weights about a hundred and twenty pounds. Her breasts are not huge: 34C, but they are firm hemispheres with no sag to them at all. Her waist is small and flares into a nicely shaped thirty-five inch butt. She could make a great living modeling hose. Her legs and feet are stunningly beautiful.
Dinner went well. I bought lobster thermador and a bottle of Piesporter spΓ€telese for us. Neither Jerry nor Linda had eaten lobster thermador before, and were impressed by the delicate flavor. Linda also liked the wine. After the meal, I had the waiter bring us another bottle, but this time I ordered an Auslese. I don't normally drink Auslese, it's too sweet for my taste, but under the circumstance I felt it would be a good dessert drink.
With her first sip, Linda smiled and said, "My gosh, Lange. I had no idea that a wine could be so delicious."
We sat and visited until we had finished that bottle, and then drove to my home. There we looked through the pictures that Jerry had seen the night before. None of them seemed to shock Linda. In fact, she began to breathe heavily as she looked at a couple of them in which the model's vagina was wide open and glistening.
"Lange, these are beautiful pictures. You really know how to make your models look good."