Again my hopes for a quick, graceful exit were dashed. Naomi began applying some scented lotion to help soothe my skin where she'd shaved. It turned out she wanted to rub it in even where she hadn't shaved, too -- "so you won't look 'uneven'" she explained. I had to stand up so she could do my back and behind, and she finished with my tummy and breasts! I was so confused, it felt better than with Kyle, but this was another woman! When she went to apply nail polish, Naomi had to start with my toes because I was shaking so much. I was so glad when she misinterpreted my tension and reassured me how beautiful I was and how well she knew the pictures would turn out, and that there was nothing to worry about.
The last stage of my ordeal was the worst. Naomi started applying my face, but stopped and apologized that she was afraid of getting it crooked. She asked if she could get closer, to be sure of doing a good job. I couldn't imagine what she had in mind and just wanted to be out of the chair, so of course I agreed. She sat right down in my lap! She was straddling me and wriggled until she was comfortable, then resumed her work. I felt her breath on my face, and her breasts brushing mine, and thought of the times Kyle and I had made love like this -- with me in Naomi's position, of course. My mind went blank.
Finally I was free to don the baby-doll and we went back down the hall to the sitting room. After what I'd just gone through, posing wasn't difficult at all. Even when we got to the G-string and half-bra set, which was much racier than I had originally planned on. I just followed Naomi's instructions and listened to her complement me on how well I was doing. Then she asked me to do some nude poses! Well, things were going so well and she'd already seen every inch of my body, so I agreed. Naomi was also very considerate about posing me tastefully.
I thought Naomi had used several rolls of film by now, which was a lot more than I expected, but I decided she was just playing it safe and making sure I got at least a few really nice shots. She was reloading the camera when she asked me if I would pose with another woman! I suddenly realized Naomi was still wearing only her thong and I got nervous again. It was difficult to refuse and Naomi looked disappointed, but she said she understood. Just the same, it was a relief to climb into my regular clothes again.
Naomi said I could wait for the pictures to be developed, but I realized it was already much later than I'd planned and I'd need to rush to be home for dinner. We walked out to the waiting area and Naomi arranged with the receptionist for me to view the contact sheets the next day.
Kyle was really impressed when he saw me made up that way. When we made it to bed and he saw how I'd been shaved and all, he went wild. I was really wound up too, and it was a long time before either of us fell asleep! But afterwards I found myself comparing his hairy chest to Naomi's smooth breasts. And I wanted to have a word with Moira for not warning me about the preparations for the pictures!
Things were very busy when I stopped by the studio. Apparently they did normal pictures here too, because a family with several small children was in the waiting area and the receptionist was at her wit's end trying to keep them from getting into things. She showed me into a little cubby off the hall behind her counter, and a minute later brought me a loose-leaf binder and a blank order form. She said she'd be back in a few minutes, then dashed back to her desk.
I flipped open the binder and paused, trying to remember the unfamiliar pose I saw. I realized it was Moira! Looking closer, it was clear we did look very much alike, especially made-up, and I could understand how the receptionist could make a mistake. I almost got up to tell her, but curiosity got the better of me and I flipped open a random page about halfway in. It was a close-up of Moira's face in profile -- she was pushing it into a woman's cunt! On the facing page, she was standing with legs spread and back arched, hands clasped behind her head. I could see a hand behind her -- it looked like it was pushing something into her rear hole! Moira? I couldn't believe it!
Right then the receptionist rushed up, spouting apologies, and confiscated the binder. She handed me a much thinner one and talked some more, but I didn't hear a word she said. Finally I flipped through my album and selected some very nice shots, include a nude for myself. But I couldn't get over Moira's pictures. I squirmed in my seat; it was too easy to visualize myself in her place.
After I paid for the prints, I was surprised to find myself asking the receptionist when she could schedule another sitting with Naomi! She gave me a funny smile, but after a moment said they could fit me in on Thursday at 4. The time sounded familiar, but my calendar was clear then, so I agreed.
I could hardly wait to show my pictures to Kyle! And I really wanted to talk to Moira -- who was that other woman?
