I was about to slip into a warm bubble bath when the telephone rang. Turning off the water, I caught the phone just before it rolled over to voice mail.
"Hi," Andre said. "I was afraid I had missed you."
"Almost," I answered. "you caught me getting into the tub. Seems like you have developed a knack for catching me without clothes."
Andre laughed. "Speaking of you without you clothes, I just wanted to tell you that I got the photos developed. I think you are going to be very happy with them. When would you like to pick them up?"
"Are you kidding?" I replied. "How about now?"
"Actually," he continued. "I was wondering if you would like to change our appointment for next week and pose for more photos tomorrow?"
"Great." I answered. "Do you want to meet in the park again?"
"If you wouldn't mind, I thought it might be better if we shot them here at our place. Andre said. "I have a posing couch and my lighting set up here. I thought you'd be more comfortable with a little more privacy. My wife is visiting her family so we'll have the place to ourselves"
"Anything special I need to wear?" I asked.
"No," Andre answered. "please don't wear anything that will leave lines like a bra or panties. Waiting for the lines to fade will delay us."
"Sounds like fun to me," I said. "See you around noon?"
"See ya then." Andre agreed and hung up.
I returned to my tub of lavender bubble bath and eased into the water. As I lied there, I let my mind wander to the prospect of posing again. I had posed many times for my husband but Andre had been the first man other than my husband to see me nude in several years. I found the exhibitionist in me was very much alive and well. The encouragement and compliments Andre had showered on me had sparked a flame within me. Being nude in front of him had been titillating for me and the thought of posing again was an even more powerful prospect. I let my hands explore my body as I soaked in the fragrance of the bath. I thought of Andre saying the wonderful things he had about my body; about how he liked my nipples and how it had felt when he brushed my skin with his hands. An hour passed as I played out the possibilities that awaited me. When the water cooled I towelled off and slipped into bed for an early lights out. My husband was also away and I took advantage of the second pillow.
The next morning I showered quickly and slipped on my tiniest sundress. It fit loose and would leave no marks. It was sleeveless with the arm holes cut in such a way that from the right angle anyone could see the line of my breast and most of my areola. Not an unpleasant sight, I thought to myself as I drove to Andre's.
I rang the doorbell and was greeted by Andre. He smiled. "You look fantastic," he said. "come in and I'll pour you a glass of wine."
I stepped inside. Andre led me to a room he had converted into a makeshift studio. He had arranged a bank of photography lamps pointing toward a posing couch upholstered in blue velour.
"Let's have a sip of wine before we begin," he said, handing me a glass. "I think you're going to like these too."
The photos had turned out fantastic. I knew that my husband would be very pleased with them.
"You have a way about you," Andre said. "The camera likes you very much. As do I"
I thanked him and returned the compliment. "I'm anxious to do some more." I said.
"Me too," Andre replied. "You look to be a size 7 shoe," he said. "would you mind wearing these?" He handed me a pair of stiletto-heel white shoes. "Your legs are going ot look fabulous in these."