The next morning, after a somewhat fitful night of sleep, we awoke before dawn. As we showered together, I asked Tracy, "are you sure you're up to this?"
She thought for a moment. "Yes," she said simply. "I'm nervous and excited at the same time, but ever since that day in Athens, I've been thinking about doing something like this, and I'm not going to pass up the chance now. Are you OK with it?
My response was to give her passionate kiss.
"Now behave yourself," Tracy admonished teasingly, "you know what Kostas told us."
With me suitably chastened, we finished out shower, got dressed, grabbed some fruit and water for breakfast and headed toward the waterfront Grand Hotel. We actually arrived a few minutes early, but found Mika waiting for us in the lobby. In navy blue short shorts and a matching semi-sheer triangle bikini top, she actually had more strategic parts of her body covered than we had ever seen before.
"I'm so glad you guys are here!" she exclaimed before giving each of us a hug. "Let's get going!"
With that, she escorted us down to the dock area just across the waterfront road. There, we found Kostas waiting with a "Zodiac" style boat loaded with camera equipment, clothing boxes, and a picnic lunch. With Kostas was a svelte middle age woman in shorts and a crop top, who was introduced as his wife, Lara. Mika explained that Lara served as the stylist for these shoots.
The introductions over, we piled into the Zodiac, and Kostas piloted the boat out of the harbor. As we rounded the headland and headed down the coast, Mika quickly peeled out of her clothes, and indicated that we should do the same. Tracy showed no signs of shyness as she stripped off the oversize t-shirt she was wearing. I quickly followed suit by dropping my loose-fitting gym shorts. Lara smiled her approval to us as she passed out tubes of sunscreen. As we finished applying that oil to every part of our bodies, Kostas brought the Zodiac into a small, rocky, beach on an isolated craggy peninsula.
We stepped from the boat, and I helped Kostas unload he gear while Lara, who had doffed her clothes as well, started working on Tracy's makeup and hair. To get Tracy used to posing, Kostas started her out at the conservative end of a "mix-and-match" collection, where women could pick the bottom and top combo that worked best for them. Her first suit was a conservative teal green bikini with a full back and a bandeau top. When she was ready she looked around at the rest of us and laughed. Now that Kostas had stripped down to a "Speedo" style suit (which was largely covered by his huge belly), she was wearing the most clothes of any of us. The humor of her situation seemed to relax her and she quickly picked up the poses Kostas wanted under Mika's able tutelage.
Next, the bandeau was replaced with a triangle top, and the same series of poses repeated. The next combo retained the triangle top, but featured a string bottom, still with a full back. So far, Tracy had modeled three combinations, but had yet to show any "good parts," and I could tell she was getting a bit bored after all of the anticipation. That quickly changed at the end of the third sequence, however, when Kostas directed her to remove her top.
Tracy started to untie the strings without really posing for the camera. However, Mika quickly directed her to slow down and turn it into a tease. First, she stood with her back to the camera while she untied the back string. Then, she turned sideways and covered her breasts with one arm while removing the top and holding it high with the other. Finally she dropped her arms and let the Kostas take her first-ever professional topless shot. After putting Tracy through several poses that did less to advertise the remaining portion of her bikini than it did to call attention to her wonderful breasts, Kostas asked her to play the flirt again while she untied the bottoms. Although I thought Tracy might balk at this -- after all, she hadn't agreed to pose fully nude -- she happily complied, and really hammed it up. My favorite shot from this sequence was one where Tracy was standing sideways to the camera, fully nude, doing a "Betty Boop" surprised pose with the two pieces of the swimsuit at her feet.
As Tracy and Kostas quickly worked their way through the rest of the collection -- which featured increasingly smaller tops and bottoms -- the poses became more and more provocative. In many, Tracy had her legs spread wide to show the tiny piece of fabric covering her pussy. It was clear that Tracy was in her element, and as I held a reflector (to help light the shots), I marveled at her discovery of her inner exhibitionist. Finally, the last g-string had been shed, and Tracy playfully picked up the various tops and bottoms and shrugged her shoulders at Kostas. This gave him the idea for what turned out to be the shot of the day -- one that we understand graced the store in poster format for some years. In it, Tracy is standing nude facing the camera with one leg slightly bent across the other. All of the bottoms from the collection are arranged on one arm, and the other is bedecked with the tops, while her shrug seems to say "how do you choose?"
The next set of shots had Tracy and Mika modeling the same style of suit at the same time to show how they fit different female frames. Almost all of these were topless styles, and Kostas had the two women repeatedly dive into the sea and emerge dripping on the beach. I must admit that the sight of these two remarkable sets of breasts bobbing together as they walked up the shore was quite inspiring.
So far, the shots of Tracy and Mika had depicted two friends enjoying the beach together. Now, however, Kostas decided to push the envelope a bit. The two women were modeling identical thongs -- the paler Tracy in white, and the olive dark Mika in black. The first shots were innocent enough: Tracy applying suntan oil to Mika's back and vice-versa. Next, the girls turned toward each other while Kostas issued instructions in Greek to Mika, translated so softly that I couldn't hear. I saw my Tracy stiffen briefly, then nod almost imperceptibly. With that Mika poured large streams of oil onto each of my girlfriend's breasts and began to rub it in. As she circled her thumbs around the always-sensitive nipples, Tracy tossed her head back in pleasure, thereby giving Kostas another shot that eventually adorned the walls of the "Teeny Bikini." Soon, it was time for a role reversal. Tracy -- who never had touched another woman's breasts before -- started off tentatively and soon was enthusiastically caressing the huge mammaries in her hands. She got so engrossed in her task that Kostas had to remind her to pause periodically to allow him the appropriate shot. Clearly both women were quite turned on by their encounter, and I was not immune to the effect.
"I guess you're okay with this," Tracy commented when the sequence was finished, calling attention to my half-erect cock.
Lara let out a low whistle, and said something to Mika.
"That reminds Lara that its time for lunch," came the translation.
We all laughed and the innuendo, and while Mika, Tracy and I dove into the sea to cool off, Kostas and Lara pulled out some fruit and yogurt, and set up our midday repast in the shade of one of the cliffs abutting the point. After eating, we all rested in the shade for a couple of hours in order to avoid the scorching heat of the day, and to let the light improve for the next round of photos.
That set would focus (pardon the pun) on me. I would be modeling various men's swimsuits. As people started to stir from their siestas, Mika instructed me to do some calisthenics to tone-up my muscles for the shoot.
"While he's getting buff, Tracy," Mika inquired, "could we do some solo nudes of you?"
"What was that I was doing earlier?" she asked.
"Those were advertising shots. What Kostas has in mind now is more like what you would see in a men's magazine."
Tracy looked over at me. "What do you think, John?"
"Do you want to?" I asked.
