Samee and I had been at it for months, almost nonstop.
We were living in the apartment above my studio. She would come from work and we'd screw each other's brains out before fixing supper, or I'd come home from a location assignment and we'd screw each other's brains...you get the picture.
Ah, that wonderful, blissful, happy/crazy time when you're first falling in love with one another. We were young, we were beautiful, we were what everyone else wanted to be.
Samee and I were both flirts, only she looked a lot better in a dress with lots of skin showing, and she loved to show it. Waitaminnit, I don't wear dresses, okay? `Cept maybe that time I was in that charity show, but that was for laughs. We all had beards and wore combat boots with those gingham dresses, you get the picture? End of story!
Anyway, one night we were with our gang of pals in a bistro, drinking wine and making each other laugh loud enough to almost be heard over the rest of the crowd noise. I looked at Sam across the table and marveled at how stupendously pretty she was, with her hair sleeked back and her eyes made up to suit. Her lips were giant polished rubies with that glossy glitter lipstick one of my clients made. Her pearl-white skin was split with cleavage up to her throat because of that lacy red push-up bra that another of my clients made, and the dress—another fire red number—was the prototype for a design that would sell by the gazillions for $29.95 at Wally-Martin's next season. But this one was handmade by one of the biggest designers in the world, and cost almost as much as I would make in a month. I felt a little sorry for the women who would be buying that dress, thinking it would make them look like...her, but would never on their best day come anywhere near that level of perfection.
...And she was mine!
Sam knew I was gazing at her. She turned her head and caught my eye, then flashed me one of her special smiles, the one reserved for me alone. I could feel my molars melt. I knew every other man in the room envied me for having her, and half the women in the room wished they were her. The other half hated her guts. Tough.
Later, I could see her looking off elsewhere. Surreptitiously, I followed her gaze and saw an older man sitting at a far table with his wife. They were getting on in years and had lost whatever youthfulness they had once had years ago, but still comfortable with each other. Sam had caught his eye, and picked up her liqueur glass. Slowly, sensuously, she ran the tip of her tongue around the rim before tossing back the Kaluha, never breaking contact with her "mouse." Catlike, she put the glass down on the table and turned back to us. I could see the man by reflection in the street window glass as he sighed and deflated. His wife, her back to us all the time, continued to talk nonstop, oblivious to what had just happened. That man would remember this night until the day he died. Of that I am certain.
One of our pals at table was in the chair next to Sam. Anna was another of those wonderfully sexy catwomen that just seem to have a sexual magnetic field about them. The remarkable thing is that she and Samee were such, uh bosom buddies? Yeah, that's the term all right.
The first time we had met Anna she was naked. She was a sculptor and artist, and I needed a particular sculpture made for a shoot I was working on, one that had to match the live model I was using. Anna liked to be naked all the time, and was rather brazen about it. Sam and I had arrived at her studio just as she was finishing a clay model for another client. Since we were new to each other at the time, and had accidentally come upon her by surprise (the door was unlocked, and no one answered when we called out), she shrieked a little and dashed for a robe that was in the next room. Her body was splattered with gray clay, all wet and runny. All over. There too. It was delightful.
Where Sam was slender like a dancer, Anna was round and curved. Her breasts were melonlike, with huge nipples, big as dinner plates. Her hips were wide, her thighs and calves were large, but exceedingly well-shaped. Hers was the type of body one thought of when hearing the phrase "Earth Mother." She wasn't fat, she was just big and built. Trust me on this, I know these things.
That was a couple of years ago. Over time, Sam and I got the impression that Anna also had something of a voracious sexual appetite as well. Several times when we visited her studio she wasn't the only person there who was naked, which isn't all that unusual for an artist portraying the human figure, but it was pretty clear that there was more than just modeling going on.
Sam, of course, was getting all the lowdown whenever those two met for coffee, which was often. She learned that Anna went both ways, with several at a time whenever possible. Sam was beginning to feel left out, like we weren't getting invited to the party.
"I know how to fix that." I said.
"How?"
"Why don't we do a shoot?"
A smile flowed over Samee's face. I could tell I had a winner.
We invited Anna over to our studio on a Saturday, and told her to only wear a big tent dress or something, so that there wouldn't be any elastic marks. We didn't have to tell her to shave. We already had seen that that was something she did anyway.
I don't do porn. I do erotica. There's a difference. Porn tends to be flat lighting and unflattering poses. I want my images to set fire to the paper they're printed on. I chose a dark background and set all my lamps close to the floor, shooting upward, rimming their figures with color light, but leaving the middle areas on the front in the dark.
Next was ambiance. Once again the sound, and champagne for all. The girls undressed and stretched and bent to tone up. Sam began to dance to the music, and Anna likewise, bumping hips in time to the music, and twirling around. I was suddenly sorry I didn't do video so that I could capture and save these beautiful images of two naked women in motion. Sigh!
For the first pose, I had Anna stand flat to the camera, her legs spread apart. I made a hole in a sheet of background paper, hung it behind her, and had Sam reach through the hole, between Anna's legs, and cup her sex with her hand. Anna's skin was dark from all the tanning she did whenever she went to her favorite nude beach; Samee's hand was pale white, with long oval nails painted bright-bright red. I put a narrow-angle spot straight overhead to show Anna's torso, with Samee's hand a sort of "surprise pubic bush." Frame it for Anna's torso and shoot.
In between exposures, I saw Sam rub Anna's puss a little. Anna obviously knew what was happening. Sam must have broached the subject at lunch the day before. Still, I could see that Anna was getting a little worked up, having to maintain the pose while getting her slit rubbed. Poor girl! Between takes, Samee was manipulating Anna's vulva, and tapping her clit with her fingers. It was devilish fun, watching Anna's discomfort through all this.
I brought Samee out from behind, and changed backgrounds and lighting to high-white. I gave Anna some lipstick that I knew would make a good mark, and had her kiss Samee's tit hard enough to leave red lipmarks on her nipple. That kind of got Samee back a little for the fingering, and even though you usually get the best example from the first effort when you're setting up a shot, I tenderly wiped Sam's breast off a half-dozen times and had Anna repeat the kiss to "try it again, that last one still wasn't right." Sam knew what I was doing, but Anna didn't. I wanted these bitches hot! It was working, too.
Normally in a nude shoot you don't touch the model at all, or if you do it's only to brush away a stray hair or dust on a little makeup over an unwanted spot. This makes nude photography actually quite sterile and boring after a while. Even when you're alone with your lover for a model, by the time you go through all the adjustments that get the shot right you're usually so drained and exhausted when it's over that sex is the last thing on your mind(s). By going to high-white I had changed to big box lights that didn't cast shadows at all and needed no further aiming, and as long as our feet didn't make footprints on the floor we were all set just to pose and shoot.
I put Samee up on a posing block so she could look over Anna's shoulder, and helped her scoop up Anna's huge tits. Anna instinctively touched Samee's hands and they locked eyes [FLASH!]. I helped Anna place her hands on Samee's bare hips, which just showed behind hers [FLASH!]. I had both stand side-by-side, facing away, and placed Sam's hand on Anna's butt. Sure, I could have just told her to do that, but it was more fun this way. Again, frame close and [FLASH!].
I had helped Anna pose by pulling her arms straight up and telling her to hold there. Through the viewfinder, I could see that Anna had brought one hand down, and was reaching across to squeeze Sam's breast. Okay, things are going well!
