Note to All - No one under the age of 18 is engaged in any sort of sexual activity at all in this fictional story. It is neither implied, inferred, suggested, nor endorsed by this author.
Boudoir Photo Shoot for my OB/GYN
Lori Monroe - age 27, red hair, green eyes. 5'8", 115 lbs., 34B-22-34.
Dr. Maria White - age 29, blonde hair, blue eyes. 5'4", 110 lbs., 36C-24-36
Greg White - age 32, black hair, brown eyes. 5'10", 185 lbs.
I had just wrapped up a family photoshoot at the old abandoned Cornelius barn on Highway 61 just outside of Charleston, South Carolina. The Thompson family, parents George and Jane, and their three adult children posed in matching outfits. It was an unusually cool September Saturday afternoon, usually reserved for the atmosphere of college football games. The Thompson's wanted to go ahead and get photos done and select the best ones for Christmas cards in December. I didn't mind because I was going to make some decent money for the shoot and the photos. Photography was my side gig to supplement my income as a logistics specialist at a local automotive manufacturing facility about 20 minutes from my home in Summerville.
On my small property, my house was in the front and I had an additional building, which served as my photo studio, behind my house. Both buildings were attached by a covered carport and covered walkway. In front of the property was a red and white 4'x6' metal sign that said "Monroe Photography LLC" with a side arrow identifying the location of my studio. I got home from the photoshoot and went straight to my studio to begin editing the photos so the Thompson family could select the shots they wanted to use for Christmas cards. Before I began my editing, I noticed the message indicator was blinking on my business answering machine so I pressed "PLAY" to see what it said.
"Yes, hi Miss Monroe, my name is Greg White and I would like to purchase a boudoir session for my wife, Maria, as a gift for her birthday. Her birthday is in three weeks and I would like to set up an appointment to come and talk to you about it and pay you in advance. I've seen your social media pages and read the comments about your work and I feel like you would be the best person to handle this."
He left his number and I called him back right away. We decided the following Tuesday at 3 PM would be best for him to come by my studio. I gave him the address and told him I would see him then. He came on Tuesday. I showed him some of my portfolios, gave him a tour of my studio, and even showed him the outdoor stages I also used for some of my sessions. He signed the contract, paid me in advance, and I assured him the photos would be to the liking of him and his wife. We set up a session for the coming Saturday at 10 AM and I gave him the receipt his wife would need to show when she came to my studio.
Saturday morning, I got up at 6 AM and went for my usual daily run. I decided three miles was more than enough for the day so I went home, ate some breakfast, showered, and changed into attire appropriate for a boudoir photoshoot. I chose loose fitting blue jeans, a blue jean shirt, and my white Chuck Taylor sneakers. I went to my studio and waited for Mrs. White to show up. I walked around the studio and lit some candles and put on some soft music to set the mood. I heard a knock on the door. I walked to the door, opened it, and I had to do a double take.
IT WAS MY GYNECOLOGIST, DR. MARIA WHITE. I hadn't made the connection until the moment I saw her. Talk about an awkward moment. Here I was, about to do a photoshoot for a woman that had seen my business, and I mean, ALL of my business, nude, in her offices, for the past four years. I ushered her inside, slightly embarrassed and searched for the right thing to say.
"Do I call you Maria? Dr. White? I mean, this is sort of awkward. I can't believe my gynecologist is standing in my studio. WOW! When your husband called to set up your gift, I had no idea it was you. I didn't make the connection until you knocked on my door. OK. Let me shut up now. Welcome. Welcome. I am glad you're here."
"It's quite alright. I was flattered that Greg wanted to do this for me. I didn't know that the Lori Monroe he was referring to was you because I am sure there are more Lori Monroe's in this area. So, tell me, what you would like to see me pose in, where, and so on and so on? And call me Maria.......please!
"OK......Maria........what did you bring? I will shoot you in whatever you feel comfortable posing in."
"I brought panty and bra sets, thigh high panty hose, high heels, thongs, fishnet stockings, basically a little bit of everything."
"Greg paid for four hours so I'm ready whenever you are. The changing area, for privacy, is in that room right there. You can put your bag in there. We can start with shots on the sofa, then go to the windows, then to the kitchenette, and then to the bedroom. And just so you know, no one can see in any windows here. I designed my studio and stages behind my studio like this on purpose, for total privacy. Would you like some wine? Water? Lemonade? Soda? To help you relax?"
"A glass of red wine, if you have it?"
"Coming right up!"
I went to the fridge and poured her a glass of wine in a wine glass, walked over to her, and handed it to her.
"Thank you. What should I wear first?"

"You pick. This is YOUR session."
We made small talk while she changed into her first outfit and I readied my camera equipment. We talked about college, medical school, and her specialty in OB/GYN. A few minutes passed and she stepped into the room where the sofa was located. Her first outfit made my jaws hit the floor but I kept the conversation professional. She chose a black lace bra, black lace choker, black lace thong, black lace thigh highs, black heels, and her make up and hair were perfect.
I told her how to pose, which ways to look, how to draw the camera to her eyes, and be the sexual being I knew was hiding within her. She picked up on my cues perfectly as we completed shooting on the sofa, in the windows, in the kitchenette, and in the bedroom. She knew when to smile and when to look serious. I was having a great time shooting her and she was having fun as well. For the next two hours, she drank more wine, posed in several more outfits, and flirted with the camera.
We still had two hours left in her session and asked me if she could pose topless. I reminded her that this was her photoshoot and she could pose in whatever she chose. She went into the changing area and came back wearing only a white satin thong and white heels. Her breasts looked mouth watering. I told her how to position her hands and which way to turn to flatter her body and her breasts. I even showed her how to hook her thumbs in the top of her thong and lower it until just the top of her pubic bone was showing. I could tell she either shaved or waxed. I hadn't gotten close enough to make that determination yet. We went through a series of poses all around the studio until she told me she wanted to change into something else.
She went into the changing area and came out a few minutes later. I was taken aback at her outfit choice. She had chosen a pair of hunter green lace crotchless panties, black heels, and nothing else.
"I want some close up shots of my pussy for Greg" she said.
Who was I to say no? I was getting paid. Again, I took her throughout the studio showing her how I wanted her to pose to get the shots she wanted. On the sofa, she opened her legs wide so I could shoot her pussy. It was beautiful and it smelled so nice. When we got to the kitchenette, I had her pose so that she was sitting up on her elbows on the kitchen table with her ass on the edge of the table and a leg in the seat of each chair. I pushed the chairs as far apart as was comfortable and started snapping away from her face all the way down to her pussy.
