I asked a woman at work who is a photographer to take some pictures of me. I'm interested in her, so I was using this as a way to get together. I told her I wanted some "glamour shots" for my husband...a surprise for his birthday. He's traveling this weekend so she came over after dinner on Saturday. She has short dark hair; athletic build... a nice tan. I offered her some wine. We sat on my outside deck and had a drink. She asked me what I had in mind for the photos. What I wanted was for her to see me nude and then want to fuck me, but I didn't tell her that... trying to be subtle. Maybe some in a slip... lingerie... said I didn't know exactly whatever we decide while she's shooting. She was fine with that... .go with the flow... she smiled and seemed to be relaxed about the whole thing. She suggested we get started and see what I liked and what I felt like as we went along.
So I went to change in the downstairs bedroom next to the den where we were going to do the pictures. I was really sort of nervous, even though I had had a couple glasses of wine. I was also a little aroused in anticipation of what might happen. I put on a black full slip. I didn't see any reason to put on panties or a bra.
She was getting her gear together when I opened the door. I had told her that I didn't want to hassle with film so she was just using her digital camera. I poured us some more wine, then sat on the sofa. She was ready... her camera on a tripod. She suggested I start out sitting, then with my legs up on the couch, then maybe reclining. Then maybe do some close-ups. I said ok. She took a couple shots, I pulled my legs up, she told me to pull the slip up my thigh a bit if it was ok... I did. Then I stretched my legs out and reclined a little on the sofa cushion... leaning on my elbow. After a couple pics, I laid back holding the wine glass in both hands on my tummy. I raised my right knee a little... the slip was barely covering me now... I smiled at the camera... trying to look sexy.
She said she was ready to do a couple close-ups. I sat upright. She moved the camera closer and got it ready. She looked at me appraisingly. She said she wanted to arrange my hair a little differently if it was ok. I told her of course. She leaned toward me... I could smell her perfume...she brushed my hair with her fingers... getting it to hang over my left cheek. Her hand lightly grazed my lips... unintentionally? I could see down her blouse... the tops of her breasts... she was wearing a bra. She moved away and said that was good. She turned to her camera. After a couple shots she approached me again... her fingers under my chin... to get a different angle on my face. She walked behind the sofa and pulled my hair back off my face. She reached down and slid the strap of the slip off my shoulder. Her fingers grazing my skin sent shudders through my body... she noticed and asked if I was cold. I laughed... a little nervously saying that must be it. She returned to her camera. After she finished that set she asked if I wanted to change into something else.
I said I did if she had time.
