The day was extremely hot. Utterly bored by the slow summer pace that had taken a firm grip of everything, I had walked down to the Town Square. But everyone seemed to be taking shelter from the heat indoors, and the streets were almost empty. I was about to head back home when I realised that I was just outside Aunt Jane's photo studio. Well, she was not really my aunt anymore, since she and my uncle had split up half a year earlier. I hadn't seen her since, and I suddenly realised I missed her. As a photographer she mostly did wedding photos, kid portraits and so on, but she always had some larger, more creative, project on the side. When I first got to know her she had been working on an exhibition for the library, portraying stray cats. I did like that one, and for the following four years I often went to her studio after school. I helped out as best I could, and we used to talk about everything in a way that I wasn't used to when it came to adults, who most of the time just didn't care what you thought about things. But she listened, even though she wasn't much of a talker herself, and she had a good sense of humour.
I decided to stop by and say hi. With a sigh of relief I stepped out of the sun, walked up the stairs and knocked at her door. Nothing happened for a while, and I was just about to leave when the door opened. Jane looked just like I remembered her, with her long, thick red hair tied in a ponytail hanging over one shoulder. At first she seemed a bit surprised to see me, but then she smiled that short, warm smile of hers that always had me smiling back.
"Hi Mat", she said with a deep voice that even now, after almost five years, surprised me a bit. She was of medium length but very slender and her skin was almost as white as marble, but that voice sounded more like the voice of a dark, curvy and sensuous woman. Not that Jane wasn't sensuous in her own way, but she was more of a no-bullshit-get-to-the-point kind of person than straight out seductive. But with that voice she sure sounded like it.
"Hi" I said. "I was just passing by, and well, I …" I shook my shoulders, at a loss of words. "Can I come in?"
"Sure", she said. "I was just about to make some ice-tea. Want some?"
"That would be great", I answered as we stepped in to her studio. The air was almost as warm as outside, the studio being on the top floor, heated by the roof. Ice-tea definitely seemed like a good idea. That, a cold shower and some dry clothes instead of the sweat-soaked ones I was wearing.
"I'll be right back", she said as she went to the small kitchen at the back of the large room that was her studio. I went to the old, rather worn out corner-sofa in the other back corner. As I slumped down I noticed a stack of photos lying on the low table. On an impulse I picked them up, and to my amazement found myself looking at a totally nude woman sitting straddled over an old wooden chair. She leaned slightly forward and pressed her palms against the seat between her widespread legs, her arms concealing most of her breasts as well as the dark triangle below. The next three shots showed the same woman in various positions on the same chair. The photos weren't pornographic; even I could see that. They showed the human body in a very sensuous but at the same time innocent way. But I was still a virgin, and it didn't take much to set my imagination on fire, and pretty soon I began to feel some small stirrings down in my shorts. But I just couldn't stop flipping through those photos. Every four shots featured a different model, all in the same set of positions. Two of them were male, the other three, including the first, female.
I was so engrossed by the photos that I didn't notice that Jane had returned from the kitchen. "Do you like them?" she said as she put down a tray with two big glasses filled with ice-tea. I could feel my face turn brightly red, and I quickly put the photos back.
"Yea" was I could manage as I quickly took a sip of the ice-tea and then put my hands, still holding the glass, in my lap, covering the embarrassing bulge, hoping she hadn't noticed.
"Good. It's for a big exhibition down in LA this fall, but I still need a few more models. I want a bigger spread in age as well as in form."
I felt oddly heated, and not just from the warmth. I couldn't help to notice that Jane was dressed in rather revealing clothes. Her shorts left most of her slender legs bare, the top had no arms, and she didn't wear any bra. When she leaned forward I got a quick glimpse of her left tit, which only increased the discomfort in my trousers.
"In fact", she continued, "your coming here might help me out. Maybe you could pose for me?" She looked at me questioningly.
"Wh…what?" I stammered, my skin as red as tomatoes.
"You'd really be a big help. I want someone your age, but you can't imagine how hard it is to find someone willing to pose, especially in a small town like this. Want to do it?" She smiled here quick smile again, but this time I only looked at here incredulously, scarcely believing what I was hearing.
"Only if you pose first", I said, not wanting to chicken out. I was sure she would refuse, so it seemed an easy way to get out of the situation. But she only looked at me silently for a minute, and then nodded.
"OK. But we can't have any marks from our clothes showing on our skin, so we'd better both take them of right away. You want to take a shower while I rig the set? You look like you need it." And with those words she pulled her top over her head, revealing the most beautiful tits I could ever have imagined. Small, but perfectly shaped, and with dark red nipples. I could feel my cock swelling it's last few inches at the sight.
"Sure" I said, and almost ran to the bathroom.
After a VERY cold shower I came back to the studio, still drying my hair on a big towel. My dick had reacted to the cold at last, and now hung obediently between my legs. But it sure felt strange walking in the nude, and even stranger to see Jane fixing the last of the spots stark naked.
