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.
"Let's see." I said, contemplating, "How about some Michael Bolton or Marvin Gaye?"
"Great choices." She said, "Those get my juices flowing."
I could not believe I just heard her tell me that.
She walked over to a very nice mahogany dresser where she typed something and then Michael Bolton began playing.
"I chose for it to mix up the two, along with some Luther Vandross and another one of my favorites that I think you will enjoy." She said.
We started slowly, and she made me feel comfortable as we took about ten poses in my first outfit. After she took each picture, she checked it and then showed it to me to make sure I was happy with it. They were beautiful. I changed into my second non-lingerie outfit. I put on a pair of nice gray slacks with a red halter bustier that had flowers on it. I finished my clothing off with a nice gray coat. I slid into the same red Jimmy Choo shoes and Mariko added a nice red wide brim wool fedora hat. It blew me away when I looked into the mirror and saw myself. The hat really added to the clothes.
"I would call your look sophisticated sexy." She said.
I smiled, and we began our next session. Mariko just got better as we went on.
"Okay, now let's do something sexy." She said, "Unbutton the top two of your dress coat."
I did, and it exposed the bustier just a little. Mariko then encouraged me to unbutton the rest of the coat, which exposed the bustier totally.
"Looks like someone has so nice tits." She said, looking at me.
I looked down, and the bustier had pushed them into shape.
Mariko walked over to me and instructed me to remove the coat but let it drop off one should and then the other. I did. I was now standing there without the coat, and I was feeling very attractive. My husband was going to love this. He was a sucker for a woman in a hat, but to add this beautiful bustier and my tits up so much. He might cum just looking at them.
"Now, let's sit and remove your shoes," Mariko said.
I sat down on a very nice black leather couch and slid them off slowly, exposing my nicely painted toes. Mariko zoomed in on them as I mentioned to her how much my husband likes my feet.
"I can see why he likes your feet." She said, snapping the pictures. "They look like they would be tasty to suck on."
I was not sure, but I think she licked her lips after she said that.
We moved next to me, unbuttoning my dress pants and sliding them down my legs.
"You have a nice ass," Mariko said.
Was she flirting with me or just trying to get me in the mood for the lingerie session? I was not sure.
In the first two lingerie sessions, we used one room that had a mahogany wood four-poster bed. It had a nice white cover on it with big pillows and cloth around the posters. Mariko kept telling me how sexy I was, and I could have sworn she rubbed her hand over my ass after one shot.
We took a break, and Ava handed me a glass of champagne. Mariko sat down beside me.
"I have to tell you something," Mariko said, sipping her champagne.
"Am I doing something wrong?" I asked.
