Boudoir Experience
Part 1
A few years ago, I had scheduled a boudoir shoot to give as a give to my husband for our anniversary. Our friend, for as long as I can remember, was a photographer who specialized in them. So, naturally, I chose her for this endeavor. I arrived that morning at her studio, and it was not what I was expecting or thought it would be. Her studio was in our downtown district and when I drove up, I thought I was at the wrong address as it looked more like a loft you would live in. Come to find out it used to be several lofts that people lived in, but the company who owned them went out of business, so my friend got a great deal on it.
I walked in and a handsome 20 something short brown-haired young man greeted me. He was wearing a long blue sleeve button-down shirt with tight gray slacks.
"Good Morning." He said, "Welcome to Sensual Desires."
"Good Morning." I replied.
"Do you have an appointment with Desirée today?" He asked.
"Yes." I replied. "Mrs. Avery."
He checked his computer and found me.
"If you would please have a seat and she will be with you in a moment." He said.
I walked over to the black leather couch that was sitting across from him and picked up a book to look at before my session. I turned the pages, which were filled with various poses. The women in the book were all so beautifully dressed and the pictures were extremely sensual. Wow! Desirée really is good at her job. I knew I made the right decision.
A few minutes had gone by and a young woman with short black hair and looked to be of Asian American descent came out.
"Hello, Mrs. Avery." She said, "My name is Mariko."
"Oh, so you are Mariko." I spoke. "Desirée talks about you all the time."
"She does?" Mariko said, with a quizzical look on her face.
"Yes, you might know be better by my first name, Andrea." I told her.
"You are Desirée's childhood friend." She spoke.
"Yes." I told her.
"Oh, I have heard a lot about you." She said.
"Should I be worried?" I asked.
"I don't think so." She said, smiling at me.
I knew right then Desirée must have told her something juicy about me. It was probably something sexual, as that is usually the type of things, she likes to tell about me. Before I met Bradley, I was a wild woman, sexually. Desirée had a lot of trouble expressing herself sexually, as she had been in several terrible relationships that hurt her so deeply. She was very shy about expressing her own sexuality, but she had a knack for bringing it out of someone during her photography shoots. She was not much on dating because of the few bad breakups she had. In fact, there were several times that I thought she might have found that special someone, but she ended it before it got serious. After leaving her chosen college because of what her huge jerk of a boyfriend did to her, she moved back home and we became close, but not like it was growing up. She would not get close to anyone for fear of rejection. I must admit; I am jealous of her relationship with Mariko. She seems to be closer to her than anyone else. However, she still does not get too close even with her. I often think that Desirée secretly wants to be more than friends with her, but is too scared to admit it.
I followed Mariko back to a room and as we were walking, I could not help noticing how her ass moved when she walked. It was so hypnotic. Her skirt moved up and down with every step and her short tan legs appeared to be smooth as silk. She showed me into a room that had a black vanity with a beautiful silver chair. There was a young twenty something long black-haired African American woman standing behind the chair.
"Welcome, Mrs. Avery." She said, "My name is Ava, and I will be your stylist for this session."
"Nice to meet you." I said, sitting in the chair.
Mariko stepped out, and I caught Ava watching her walk away.
"Nice to watch." I said.
"Oh, you don't know that half of it." Ava replied.
"Do tell if you want to." I said, hoping she would.
"Let's just say that she is dynamite in all ways." She said.
Ava began fixing my hair and when she had finished, she moved on to my makeup and then my manicure and pedicure. I did not know I was going to get the royal treatment. Mariko came back a few minutes later to check on me.
"How's it going?" She asked.
"Dynamite." I said, hearing Ava giggle.
"That is good to hear." She said, not knowing the inside joke.
"I'm sorry to say that Desirée had to leave for an emergency." Mariko said.
"I hope it was nothing serious." I replied.
"Just something about the wedding preparation tonight." Mariko said.
"Do I need to reschedule?" I asked.
"Oh, no," she said, "I will take care of it for you."
Ava finished my toenails, which she painted a beautiful dark blue, and she led me into another room where there were racks of lingerie and clothing.
"Now, your session comes with three lingerie outfits and two non-lingerie outfits." She told me.
I looked through every rack, and after several swaps, decided on my outfits.
Ava led me into another room where I was to change into my first non-lingerie outfit. I began with a white long-sleeved button-down shirt and a black leather skirt. It had a silver chain hooked to the belt loops and was on my left side. I added some black spider webbed thigh-high stockings and slid into some red Jimmy Choo high heels. I never could afford his shoes, but always thought they were so nice.
Mariko was waiting for me in a room that had two gigantic windows that overlooked downtown. The sun was shining through them and lit the whole room up.
"Alright, let's get this party started." Mariko said, "What kind of music do you listen to?"
"I listen to a lot of different styles." I told her.
"Okay, specifically, what type of music puts you in a sexual mood?" She asked.
