I looked over my equipment one last time before packing it away. Digital camera. Three memory cards. Camera Base. Tripod. Laptop and accessories. Patch cord to connect the Laptop to the Camera Base. I took in a long breath before putting everything into a duffel bag and heading downstairs to my neighbour, Bobbi’s place.
As I headed towards her apartment, I thought over the conversation we had the week before. We were just having a drink at a local bar as we sometimes do, when she surprised me with a question that was truly out of nowhere.
“Brock, do I look hot to you?”
I damn near spat up my beer at the question. Bobbi and I had a strictly platonic friendship, and in the year that we had lived as neighbours, the topic of sex had never come up. I looked at her for a bit before answering. “Uhhhh, yeah, Bobbi. Very.” A long, uncomfortable pause ensued, followed by me asking, “What brought that on?”
She blushed and took a long sip of her drink. She seemed to be steeling herself up for asking something, then inhaled deeply before saying, “I’ve been thinking of doing some modeling.”
“Cool,” I replied. Bobbi absolutely could do it. She was older than me; I couldn’t tell how much older, but she exuded a sensuality and confidence in her movements and mannerisms that only could be a product of her maturity. She was gorgeous. Tall, with long brown hair, striking blue eyes, a figure that she worked to keep in fantastic shape, and what a shape it was, with all the right curves in all the right places. Everything I saw and knew about her told me she’d be perfect for such an undertaking, that the camera would just love her. “I think you’d be great. Definitely go for it.”
She took another sip of her drink and this time couldn’t look me in the eyes, “Brock it’d be… adult pictures.” The blush and uncertain look on her face told me way more than what her words did. I had to consciously close my gaping mouth, then she continued, “My ex-husband used to have a couple of girlie magazines in the bedroom. I’d look at them from time to time, and… I liked what I saw…” She shook her head with a frustrated look, “That’s not what I mean. It’s… I always thought that that’s something I’d like to do. Now that I’m on my own, I’ve been thinking about it, and there’s a website that does an amateur centerfold competition, and I think I’m going to enter it.”
“Oh,” was all I could say at first, then added, “Well, if it’s something you’d like to do, then why not? Don’t take this the wrong way, but I’d like to see how they turn out.”
“That’s why I’m bringing this up, Brock,” she looked me in the eye again, an uncertain, unblinking gaze, “I’d like you to be the photographer. I mean, you have all the photo equipment we’d need, and I know I’d trust you and be way more comfortable with you than with some stranger.” I thought it over, and we talked it over at length before I decided to help her out. She was a friend, and no matter how unorthodox the request might be, she was a friend that was asking for my help. I couldn’t really let her head off to some scummy studio to get the job done when I could help her out for a fraction of the cost with a much higher comfort level.
I told her what we’d need, and we went out shopping for the few items I didn’t have. It was a little odd that while we had the topic for the shoot completely in mind the whole time, how businesslike we were in how we went about getting the items we’d need. Neither of us seemed nervous at all about our impending undertaking. Now as I headed downstairs, my mouth was dry, and my knees a little shaky at the prospect of what was about to occur.
I made my way down to her door and knocked. Bobbi answered, wearing a short silk robe, an uncertain, nervous smile on her face as she opened the door. Her hair and make-up was already done, and I smiled appreciatively at how lovely she looked. Stepping into her living room, I looked around with an appraising eye like I had never done before. I’d been in her apartment several times, and liked how it was furnished, but now I was examining it for lighting and composition. Bobbi had already told me she’d like to do the shoot in her living room, and now I was looking about the room, seeing if it would work.
Bobbi watched me look over her living room for a moment and then said, “Well I have to finish getting ready. I’ll be out in just a sec.” I smiled and nodded as I got myself set up. I went into her kitchen and plugged in my laptop and all the accessories. The camera was all charged up, and I brought it and the back-up memory cards with me into the living room. The camera was a wonderful little toy, and had all kinds of set-up features on it, letting me know how well the pictures would turn out with the current lighting in the room. Bobbi’s living room had sheer curtains pulled aside the window, and when I closed them, softening the sunlight that poured into the room, the camera told me that the resulting illumination was near optimal for photography. I had just finished adjusting a filter to further soften the natural lighting when Bobbi came into the room.
She was still wearing the robe, but I could see the white stockings that covered her legs, and the white stiletto heels on her feet. I smiled and felt a little arousal build in my groin. She stepped around her couch and in front of me, the expression on her face was one of steeled confidence and any uncertainty in her voice was completely absent as she asked, “Are we all set?”
I smiled back at her, a little flutter of excitement in my chest as I responded, “I’m ready if you are.”
A smile tugged at Bobbi’s lips as she silently undid the sash to the robe, pulling the silk garment off of her. A sharp intake of breath followed as I saw her stand before me. The white stockings were stay-ups with a lovely riff of lace at the top of each of them. Lace was the theme for her panties as well, a tiny white g-string that only just covered what it needed to. Her chest was covered by a luxurious turquoise satin camisole, low cut enough to show her cavernous cleavage. I swallowed hard as I looked at her, knowing if I didn’t have a camera in my hands I’d be hard pressed not to ravage her where she stood. I shook it off and with a deep breath said, “All right, let’s get started.”
We started with a couple of warm up shots, just getting Bobbi comfortable with being in front of the camera and also as set up shots for the file we’d be sending to the website. It didn’t take her too long to get into it, and soon she didn’t need any prompting from me. She was a natural, knowing exactly when to place her hand or leg, or how to turn her head. After a while, I stopped giving her direction and just let her pose as she liked. Every shot, it seemed, was perfect. After about 15 minutes of warm-up shots, I could see in her eye she was a little anxious to get going towards the reason we were here.
I put down the camera and approached her. “Can I make a tiny adjustment?” I asked, and she nodded encouragingly. I walked up to her and adjusted the spaghetti straps to her camisole, tugging it forward a little, dropping the bodice so it was even more low cut, almost low enough to reveal a portion of her nipples. I walked back to the camera, picked it up, and looked at the view screen. Her breasts, already large, looked absolutely huge now, barely concealed by the shiny green material. “Okay, hun,” I said, trying to get things started, “Seduce me.”
Click -- Bobbi got right at it, bending over, giving me a deep view into her cavernous cleavage, her long brown hair cascading down one side of her pretty face, the look on her face giving me, or in this case the picture viewer, the come-fuck-me bedroom eyes.
Click -- Now Bobbi was on all fours on the couch as I shot her from the side, one cami strap tugged halfway down her arm, but somehow her dangling breast was still covered by the silky material, her wonderful ass shown in all it’s glory, pushed out with her back arched rather dramatically. Her eyes looked at the lens with a smoldering passion, her painted lips just slightly parted.
Click – Bobbi sat back on the couch, her long legs crossed, the tugged-down cami strap now completely disengaged from her arm, the bodice overtop of that breast pulled down, but her hand cupping and covering the breast, keeping it from view. Her eyes looked at the lens with a warm, teasing look.
As I shot the pictures, I smiled at how well she was doing. I only had to give the slightest indication of how I wanted the next shot to go, and she would move automatically into the best position for each shot. It was if she could read my mind for how I wanted the shot to look.
Click -- Bobbi uncovered her hand from her breast, instead pinching the nipple between her fingertips, pulling on it just a little. Her legs were still crossed, and the shot was almost the same as the first, but now her eyes were closed and I head a tiny little gasp from her as her fingers squeezed her nipple. She was truly enjoying this, and I knew that was going to make for an incredible shoot.
Click – Bobbi now reclined against the couch, and although one strap on her cami remained on her shoulder the bodice was pulled down under both breasts, exposing them to the lens, holding her breasts in her hands, as if offering them to the viewer, her legs spread wide apart, giving me a fantastic view of her panty covered sex, her wetness already dampening the lace.
Click – She still lay reclined on the couch, her legs still wide apart, her feet on the floor, but she had one hand leave her breast and travel down her body, her fingertips placed just inside her panties, her eyes holding a smoldering, teasing gaze at the lens, as if to say, “Dare me to touch myself.”
