I had started taking a photography class just for fun. I was semi retired but still pretty young, so I figured it might turn into a fun side gig to pass the time occasionally. My skills quickly progressed, getting lots of praise from my peers and instructor.
One day our teacher let us know she would be displaying our next project in the local gallery. They had a yearly tradition of wine, snacks, and conversation while exploring the different themes students came up with. Some past students had even sold some work, a few getting local sponsors to continue their art full time.
I was telling all this to a friend, mentioning how I was struggling to come up with an idea. My friend was recently divorced with a stunning body, turning heads wherever she went. She never dressed provocatively but even in sweats at the supermarket one could tell she had an amazing body. But since the divorce she had lost a lot of her confidence, not dating or seeming to enjoy life as much.
We had always been platonic, never anything sexual between us. Which is why it surprised me when she volunteered to be my model. My nude model. I started to question why she would want to do this, risking the dynamic between us.
"Ever since my divorce I've felt unwanted. I'm getting older and men don't look at me quite the same anymore. I don't know, I just want to step outside my comfort zone. It's always been a fantasy of mine to be exposed, but I could never really risk it. I figured if we do it right, you could crop the photos so no one would know it was me. Then I could walk around, observing all the people looking and lusting after my body. To regain that feeling of being desired again. I think it would do a lot for my confidence. If nothing else, knowing dozens of people in our small town had seen my body intimately will fuel my masturbation fantasies for years."
She giggled mischievously, then turned serious looking me in the eyes earnestly. "I know we've never done anything like that and I'm not asking you to change that. I'm sure once you get established you'll have many women asking you to take boudoir shots for their lovers. I'm just asking to be your first and to keep my identity a secret. Is that too much to ask? Do I need to offer some other 'reward' or something in order for you to help me?" Her confidence started to falter as she looked at me nervously.
There was no way I could take advantage of my friend in that way. I placed my hand on her arm. "My reward will be to help you rediscover your spirit as you are reminded what a stunning beauty you are. As people fawn all over your set, all the women jealous that they couldn't be the ones titillating the town. A secret tease, enticing and mysterious and only known to whom you reveal it to."
I could see my words helped as her shoulders squared and she became assured once again. Then she leaned forward, the mischievous glint back in her eyes. "Well that and you'd have the opportunity to jack yourself off to my pictures anytime the mood struck you." She knew that while I had no interest in pursuing her, I definitely appreciated her beauty stealing peeks throughout the years.
I feigned outrage, holding my hand over my heart. "How dare you impugn my reputation. I will be nothing but a gentleman and would never despoil your nude art in such a manner."
We both looked at each other for a moment before breaking into laughter, the tension shattered. I was really going to do this. I was going to photograph my friend in all her glory and have that intimate session preserved for all time. Something I'd desired to see for years would be displayed intimately and freely before me.
I made sure to set the mood. Renting a private studio so we were alone. I turned up the heat to make her comfortable and provided a small meal and some wine to help calm any nerves she might feel. I expected her to have second thoughts or be timid. But she again surprised me upon entering. The minute the studio door closed she quickly discarded her clothes, tossing them aside unconcerned and standing proudly before me completely bare with her hands on her hips hiding nothing from my sight. "Ok, let's do this. How do you want me?" A raised eyebrow and impish smile as she teased me. I may have to change tactics at this rate.
"You little harlot. You have to behave or I'm afraid I will be overcome with lust and take advantage of you. Now just relax, be good, and sit over there."
I directed her through a series of classic poses. Playing with light, shadow, and her limbs to provide tantalizing hints of her treasures without ever fully revealing them. She seemed to be growing frustrated with me, so I asked her what the problem was.
"I said I wanted boudoir shots. I want to be exposed, wanton, inspiring lust in my audience. Completely uncovered before the world, nothing left to the imagination. I want you and anyone who sees the photos to hunger for me, filled with a carnal need for my body, their minds clouded with desire."
I paused, wondering who this lewd animal before me was and what they had done with my normally reserved friend. I had never known her to be so shameless and sexual. But one does not question one's muse. "Why don't you pose yourself then and I'll adjust it only for lighting. How does that sound?"
She smirked, turning to face me, then dropped to her knees and assumed the classic submissive pose. Knees parted, chest thrust forward to showcase nipples painfully erect, arms clasped behind her back, eyes slightly down. "How about something like this sir?"
I gulped, feeling the stirring in my loins before raising my camera and capturing her stunning visage. She led us through more and more provocative poses. On her back, legs spread, back arched and excited nipples pointed to the sky, seemingly seeking to be touched. On hands and knees from behind, legs parted to reveal her obvious arousal, breasts dangling enticingly, looking back hungrily. On and on, each more lewd and sexual until finally at the end she was touching herself before my camera, ignoring me as she gave in to her desires, her cries of ecstasy echoing in the room.
I stopped taking photographs halfway through her finale partly because there was a limit to how much I was willing to expose my friend on her first foray and partly because I figured the lust was clouding her judgment.
When she finally recovered though she looked me directly in the eyes, still splayed out wantonly before me. "It's a shame you didn't record that. I would have loved to have had that to share with a future lover. Maybe next time." Upon her insistence I took one more photo of her in that moment of complete satisfaction before she winked lasciviously at me, standing up and dressing.
