I am going to try a story in English for a change, see how that works out. Be gentle with me, this is not my native language and I'm sure I'm going to make mistakes. As always, comments and feedback will be much appreciated. Hope you all enjoy!
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"BL Photography, how can I help you?" A pleasant voice answered my call.
"Yeah, ah, hi, ah, my name is Monica, ah, I need to... I mean I want to, ah, have some pictures taken," I stuttered nervously.
My name is Monica Sellers. I had recently celebrated my 45th birthday, and my husband had convinced me that now would be the perfect time to have some pictures made of me. You know, while everything was still in the right place, before old age set in. Well, he didn't say that, but I'm sure he was thinking it; I know I was.
Of course, he was talking about racy pictures, boudoir type images, me in sexy lingerie, maybe some artistic nudes, nothing pornographic of course, but showing quite a bit of my body. My first reaction had been to scream at him.
"I'm not going to go to some guy I don't know and strip in front of him, and let him take pictures of me in my underwear. Why the hell would I do that?"
Eventually we agreed on me finding a female photographer, someone I could feel more comfortable with than a man. I still didn't like the idea very much, but I wanted to please my husband.
"Yes, of course, what kind of pictures would you be looking at?" the voice on the phone wanted to know.
"Well, see, I am not sure, ah, something like... ah, you know, ah... a bit sexy, maybe?" God, this was so embarrassing.
The female on the other end of the phone laughed. "No problem, Monica, I think I have a pretty good idea. Why don't you come over to my studio on... let's see, I have an opening for 30 minutes on Thursday, at 2o'clock, how does that sound? We can talk a bit, discuss what exactly you are looking for, and set a date for the actual shoot, once we figure everything else out. Would that be okay?"
Well, she sounded nice. A bit young, maybe, around 25-30 I guessed, but nice.
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"Hi, you must be Monica? My name is Beth, I am the owner of BL Photography. You were talking to me when you called. How are you doing?"
"Ah, fine, thank you."
"So, you want to have some sexy pictures done? Let me show you a few sample images, and you can tell me if you see anything you like, and we can go from there."
Wow! Those samples ranged from harmless lingerie photos, fully covered, up to fully nude spread shots, clearly showing the privates of the women. What type of slutty woman would have a picture like that taken? And who would they show it to? No matter, that was definitely not for me. Beth and I agreed on a date, a time, and some outfits I should bring; we discussed makeup, hair, clothing choices, and the whole thing began to sound very professional, dry almost. It made me feel calmer. Beth was very nice, a young woman in her late twenties, wearing a very professional business suit, medium length black skirt, white blouse, matching black jacket, and low heeled beige pumps. After I got over my initial nervousness, we got along great, and by the time all the details had been discussed, I was almost looking forward to the shoot.
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"Okay, I'll be going then, wish me luck." My husband looked at me with a blank expression.
"What do you need luck for? You are going to have your picture taken, you're not going skydiving for heaven's sake. How long are you going to be? I'll probably go over to Henry's later for a couple of beers and to watch the game."
"I should be back in about three hours. Beth told me the shoot shouldn't take more than two, so with the driving, I shouldn't be more than three. Do I look okay?"
"Is that what you're going to wear for the pictures?"
"No, of course not, I have some outfits with me, I can change there. What do you think, I'll drive over there in my underwear?" God, sometimes this man could be so infuriating.
The drive to the photo studio took only 20 minutes. Saturday afternoon, in an industrial neighborhood, the roads were pretty much deserted, and finding parking was no problem.
"Hey, Monica, how are you?" Beth greeted me when I opened the door to the studio, a small suitcase behind me. "Are those the outfits you want to wear? Great. How are you feeling? Nervous? Don't worry about it, everybody is nervous when they come in for boudoir shots, unless they've done it before. Nothing to worry about, Hun, you'll see."
With all of Beth's talking, I wasn't able to get a word in edgewise, and before I knew it, I was changed into my white lingerie set, the one I had saved from my wedding, and ready for the first set.
"That's it, girl, beautiful, stay like that, chin down a bit, little bit forward, good, now look at me, great, hold that, perfect, beautiful, just like that, now lean forward more, little more, look to your left, great..."
In no time, Beth had guided me through the first set of lingerie pictures. Before I changed into the second outfit, a black pair of lace panties with a matching bra, holdup stockings and long black gloves, Beth showed me some of the pictures from the first set. I was amazed how beautiful I looked! So innocent, but still a bit sexy, the light in just the right places to show off my cleavage and my long legs, in my opinion my two best features. This was really going well.
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The next two sets also went by quickly without any problem. Beth kept talking me through the poses, and with concentrating on her instructions I didn't even have time to be nervous.
"Okay, so what's left? One more change of outfit, right? What did you bring?"
"Well, I have two more outfits, I wasn't sure which one I wanted to wear. One is a dark red bra and panty set, and white stockings and long white gloves. My husband says I look really good in that."
"Great, and the other one?"
I hesitated, wishing I hadn't even mentioned the other outfit, but it was too late now. "Oh, the last one is just a bodystocking, just plain nylon with some pattern, nothing special. I really think we should do the red lingerie."
Beth looked at me questioningly, probably wondering why I had brought the outfit if I didn't think it would look good. "Monica, let me see the bodystocking, please? We've already done three bra and panty sets, and a change of pace might be a good thing, give us some more variety, don't you think?"
Hesitatingly I opened my bag and grabbed the bodystocking and held it up to Beth, who grabbed it with a smile. "Hey, that's black! That should look really good on you. And the pattern is lovely, the holes all over will really show off your body nicely. Please, Monica, let's try this, okay?"
Show off my body? That's what I was afraid of. See, the bodystocking was, like most of these items, crotchless, and I was afraid it would show a bit too much of me. For the life of me I couldn't remember why I brought that thing.
"Really, Beth, I don't know... it might be a bit too... you know, not quite what..."
"Monica," Beth interrupted, "put on the bodystocking, let's see how it looks."
When I came out of the change room, Beth smiled and complimented me on how great it looked on me, how well it accented my curves, how it shaped my bum, and how it made my boobs look so much bigger and firmer... I never stood a chance. "Alright, alright, let's do it."
We started with some standup poses, against a wall, leaning against a chair, even a few shots holding a stripper pole, something I had so far only seen in sleazy movies, before Beth finally had me move to an antique looking chaise resting against one wall.
"Let's try some on there, Monica."
Laying down? I hesitated, not sure if I would be able to do that, when Beth repeated her instruction, this time in a firmer voice. "Monica, sit on the chaise, please!"
I did as told, sitting on the edge of the beautiful piece of furniture, my knees close together, stiff and uncomfortable.
