This is a continuation of my first story 'Sarah Strips for the Boss'. You don't need to read that one first to follow, but it may help.
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The morning after Sarah's impromptu photo shoot with her now ex-boss, we were having breakfast while I filled her in on the details. Whilst she remembered most of what had happened, she was a little hazy on the specifics and said that she had gone into an almost trance-like state during the whole experience. Most of all she had seemed concerned about my reaction once the alcohol had worn off, and that she may have taken things too far. It didn't take much reassurance from me, and she could clearly tell during my retelling of the night that I had enjoyed it almost as much as her. Before long she was pressing me for more and more details, eager to hear how things had looked from my perspective.
I had to admit that it had surprised me how quickly my fiancée had taken to the idea of exposing herself to someone that she knew and worked with, but what surprised me the most was how much I had enjoyed it. I had lay awake almost the entire night replaying everything over and over in my head, and dreaming up new and exciting ways to explore this new fetish.
The next opportunity arose in the form of an old friend. Sarah and I had met at university and had travelled within the same group of friends, many of whom we had stayed in touch with in the years after. Sarah has always had an unassuming beauty. Whilst she dresses and acts modestly, there's always been this indescribable attraction about her that draws people towards her. Our friends at university were no exception and the single guys that we knew always shamelessly flirted with her and checked her out. It was always harmless teasing and nothing ever came of it, but I always enjoyed deep down knowing that these guys were lusting over my girlfriend.
Liam was one of these friends, and someone we'd known for a few years now. He'd been single for the vast majority of the time that we knew him and seemed to enjoy it that way. More time to 'play the field' as he said. More than most, he had always had the hots for Sarah and was far more obvious about it than the others. It was Liam who offered to help us pack up our apartment before we made our move interstate and gave us a place to sleep on our last night.
We managed to get everything packed in the single day, loading everything up into the moving van that we had hired. After closing up the van we all decided to have a quite night in at Liam's and have a few drinks. Of course it wasn't long before a few drinks turned into many and the three of us found ourselves quite tipsy at the end of the night. Sitting in Liam's apartment, the conversation eventually moved onto his photography. He mostly worked freelance on various advertising projects and odd jobs, but his real passion was in modeling. He said that until he could find some regular paying work it was just a hobby that he did on the side. Sarah seemed to be interested in this and asked if Liam could show us some of his portfolio. Gladly obliging, he brought us over to his home office.
The room was crammed full of high tech looking equipment and giant computer monitors. Liam explained that this was where he did most of his post-production work and editing. Firing up one of the computers, he began rapidly clicking through folders, bringing up image previews on the screen. Each image was of a different beautiful woman, scantly clad in lingerie or a tiny bikini. The photos were incredibly artistic, and I had to admit he had quite some talent.
"So are these all paid models?" I asked him.
"That's how I started off, yes," He replied, "but now almost all of the women that I shoot are amateurs. Usually you'd pay good money for a shoot like this, but I offer them a low rate and they usually jump at the chance. It works for me, I get to hone my skills and make money doing it."
He kept browsing through photos, from what I could see he had done shoots with dozens of different women.
"Do you ever do anything more explicit?" I asked. The question just kind of drunkenly slipped out.
"I'm glad you asked," Liam replied with a laughing sneer. "Here's one that I'm particularly proud of."
He closed down the open windows and brought up a new folder, opening it up to the first photo. The picture was of a stunning woman who looked to be in her mid thirties. She had shoulder length dark hair; olive skin and a distinctive Mediterranean look to her. She was dressed in a matching black lace bra and thong, leaning seductively in a doorway.
"I actually know this woman through work," Liam explained. "Her name's Liza, she was the lighting co-coordinator on a marketing photo shoot I did a few months back. We ended up working together on a few different projects and I got talking to her about my hobby. She mentioned that her anniversary was coming up with her husband and wanted to get him something special, so I put forward the idea of a boudoir photo shoot. I even offered to do it free of charge for her."
He started flicking through the photos, each one showing a different and more erotic pose.
"I always leave it up to the model to set the boundaries," Liam continued. "It's fun to see how far they want to take the shoot and how much they're willing to show off. I get the feeling her husband really enjoyed this anniversary."
Liam continued clicking through photos. The three of us stood in silence as one after the other, each photo began to show more and more skin. We moved through dozens of poses, until eventually Liam stopped on one. She was standing facing the camera, her right arm across her breasts, and her left hand covering her crotch.
"Oh my god," Sarah piped up. "She got completely nude in front of you?"
I turned to look at Sarah, but she was staring intently at the screen.
"That's putting it lightly," Liam replied with a laugh.
He clicked to the next photo and my heart skipped a beat. His beautiful coworker was now sitting on the floor, her legs parted and her hands resting on her bent knees. In this pose she was completely on display. The photo was such high quality that you could make out every detail. The slight goose bumps on her breasts, her small dark aureoles and rock hard nipples. With her legs parted there was an unobstructed view of her crotch. She had a neatly trimmed patch of dark pubic hair, and right in the middle you could clearly make out her inner pussy lips. She was staring directly at the camera, completely unashamed at her exposure.
"Had she ever modeled before?" I asked.
"Never," replied Liam. "I know what you're thinking, but you'd be surprise how confident some women can get in front of a camera after a couple of glasses of wine." He glanced over at the wine glass in Sarah's hand as he spoke.
Actually, I thought to myself, remembering Sarah's going-away drinks, no I wouldn't. I was sure that she was thinking the same thing, but I decided against mentioning anything. She was still staring dumbstruck at the commuter screen; a faint blush had risen to her cheeks.
Liam was staring at her also, a slight leer on his face. He seemed to be trying to work out what she was thinking; clearly enjoying the effect that this was having on his old friend.
"Here, let me show you the next one," he said, turning back to the computer.
Clicking once more, the photo on the screen changed. My heart skipped a beat and I heard Sarah sharply draw breath. The photo on the screen could only be described as pornographic. Liam's coworker was in the same position as before, only now one of her hands had slid down to her crotch. Using two fingers, she had parted her pussy lips, completely exposing her open vagina. You could make out every detail, from her clitoris down to the wetness that was slightly dripping from her opening. To complete the picture, she was now biting her bottom lip, eyes still fixed intently on the camera.
I was lost for words, but Sarah it seemed had finally found her voice.
"Holy shit..." I heard her whisper. Not taking her eyes off the screen, she seemed to be addressing Liam, who was staring back at her, a slight smile on his lips.
"I can't believe she posed for you like this!" Sarah said, talking more clearly now. "I mean, she's your coworker, she sees you constantly at work."
"Oh I know," laughed Liam, "I've gotta admit, whenever I see her now, I can't help but imagine what she's got hidden under those clothes. Of course I don't have to imagine. I actually have a couple of copies from this shoot on my phone." He laughed again, patting the pocket of his jeans.
"You keep them on your phone?" Sarah exclaimed, turning to face Liam. "This is a married woman and you just have photos of her naked and spread on your phone?"
"Oh yen, of course," he replied. "I mean, I give everyone I shoot a digital copy of all of the photos so they've got to assume that I keep the copies. At least no one has ever asked me to delete them."
"Do you ever show anyone the photos?" I asked him. "I mean apart from us obviously."
"Well I don't make a habit of it," Liam said shrugging, "But yeh, I've shown them on occasion. Actually this particular photo I showed to another guy that we work with. He was actually an intern working under Liza on another job that I did. She can be a bit of a hard ass and was working him like a dog on this shoot. I figured it might cheer him up to see his uptight boss' hairy cunt."
I flinched a little as he said the last word. Sarah had always hated that word and I expected her to say some something, but she had turned her attention back to the screen. She was blushing even more now, and seemed in a trance as she started at this beautiful woman and her spread open 'cunt'.
Liam just continued, oblivious to my reaction. "You should have seen this guy's face light up," he laughed, "I bet he'd never expected to see anything like that in a million years. He couldn't take his eyes off her for the rest of the day after that."
Liam seemed to find the whole thing pretty amusing. I couldn't deny to myself that his story had made me insanely aroused. The idea of this prim and proper woman being completely exposed to a subordinate in the workplace excited me beyond words.
"To be honest I reckon most of them like the idea of their photos being shared," Liam went on, now staring at Sarah, "I mean you don't squat and spread your muff for a camera unless you've got a bit of the exhibitionist streak in you. Are you shaved Sarah?"
The suddenness of his last question caught me off guard and seemed to snap Sarah back to reality. I knew Liam must be at least as tipsy as I was or he would have never asked a question like that.
"What?" said Sarah, turning to face Liam with a shocked expression on her face.
