As we walked up the stairs I was acutely aware that Sophie's face was just inches from my bottom in the tight yogas and that there was nothing under them. I knew that my cheeks would be wobbling and my hips swaying emphasising the shape and curves of my bum. My exhibitionist side enjoyed the stares and occasional comments that got at the gym, but now, in these extreme circumstances with my son's girlfriend I felt uncomfortable and rather embarrassed.
I am not sure whether those feelings were improved or made worse when we got to the top of the stairs and Sophie said.
"Well Jayne that was some adventure."
"What do you mean?"
"Well I told you what a glorious bum you have and seeing it in close up like that was amazing. You are such a fantastic, natural model Jay."
I didn't reply but led the way into the marital bedroom that was dominated by the American king size double bed. One wall was all floor to ceiling French windows that opened onto a terrace where often I sunbathed naked and where John and I had made love occasionally including one spectacular night in the pouring rain in a thunderstorm. Another wall was all wardrobes and from the third there were doors to the bath and wet rooms and my dressing room.
"Wow Jayne, this is fabulous what a great setting. Let me look round."
Putting the cameras and lights down she wandered round taking readings, presumably for light and focus, but maybe distance.
"Fantastic Jay, what a great setting for a love nest for you and John. Let's start with the French windows as the back drop, as its dark we will get you and a reflection, the assessors will like that.
"Like I am?" I rather worryingly asked fearing the moment which I knew was coming when she would ask me to undress.
"Yes, some more of you in poses like downstairs will be great."
We went to work broadly replicating the earlier shots, with Sophie again telling me how good they were, how natural I was and how my poses were fantastic.
"Ok let's move away from the windows and have you sit on the bed. Mmmm lovely. Hands behind your head please Jay." She took a few shots. "Go on love breathe in and push 'em out. Shit that's great they look fantastic, they are fantastic, wow. Turn left, now right. Wonderful, ok relax."
She sat on the bed next to me and fiddled around with the cameras. As she sat so her mini skirt shot even further up her legs so that it barely covered her panties. She looked good, I found myself thinking.
"Oh shit I forgot the laptop, I'll run and get it."
I felt nervous and excited waiting for her to return. When she did she sat next to me with our hips touching. She put the laptop on her knees and flicked the shots we had just taken onto the screen as she made remarks.
"Bloody great Jayne; fantastic; brilliant; such a natural; they are gorgeous, beautiful and yes raunchy, but elegant. You're enjoying this aren't you?" she asked holding my hand.
"Not sure Sophie, I am nervous and worried that Peter will find out."
"He won't I promise so relax."
"Not that easy."
"Take deep breaths and just think of this room, you and me, nothing else, this is our whole world, no one else is in it, just us and the camera. Come on let's get on."
I looked at my watch and was amazed to see that it was nearly twelve; we had been shooting for over two hours. She saw me looking.
"Ok for more Jay or would you like to stop and maybe do some more tomorrow?"
I knew that if we stopped it was unlikely that I would agree a second time and in any case I had plans for Sunday.
"No let's go on."
"Ok then." She dimmed the main lights and lit me with just her light. "Stay seated on the bed and let's lose the singlet, ok?"
"Yes ok," said thickly."
"Take that off slowly Jay."
"Mmmm nice," she said moving around taking shots from a variety of angles. "Stand up, turn round, face me, side on, hands on hip, behind head, one on your waist the other on your thigh."
She changed the lighting and made me stand then kneel, then lay down and sit crossed leg on the floor.
We again looked at the shots on the laptop and once more sat with our hips touching, her skirt almost round her hips and her complimenting me not only about my posing but more now about my body in general and my breasts in particular ending with. "John must love them doesn't he? He must be a tit man Jayne."
Smiling I admitted that he did enjoy them and that he indeed was a tit man.
"So now then love let's see them so can we lose the bra. Please?"
My fingers were shaking so much that undoing the bra clasp was difficult. Reaching behind and unclipping it I was hugely conscious at how Sophie was looking at me and I realised was taking shots as I removed the bra baring my breasts to her and the camera.
"Oh my god Jayne, they are exquisite, you gorgeous, gorgeous woman," she sighed as she took shot after shot using both cameras and moving around so she got me from different angles.
"Hold them for me Jayne, lift them up a bit."
"No Sophie I can't."
"Course you can, hold them as if offering them to the camera."
"Sophie no this is going too far," I groaned wanting nothing more at that moment than to do exactly what she asked. It was as if she knew what I wanted.
"No Jayne, it's natural, it'll make a lovely shot. Imagine my camera is John and you are offering your breasts to him your husband. What could be more natural?"
Almost without thinking and certainly without objecting I found myself cupping each breast from below and lifting them up.
"Fantastic, so natural love. Now arch your back and lift your head up. Oh yes Jay that's awesome. Lay flat on your back please."
I was still hellishly nervous and not at all sure what this was all about or, really, what was going on, but my body was beginning to tingle and I could feel a heat building up in the pit of my stomach and spreading out and filling each breast. Surely I couldn't I asked myself as surreptitiously as possible I touched my nipple and confirming with concern that it was rock hard? Knowing that my always prominent nipples don't change in appearance when aroused, just in texture I wasn't worried that either Sophie or the camera would notice but I was hellishly worried about why it was happening!
I thought I had got away with touching my nipple without her seeing me but I was wrong for Sophie said huskily.
"Yes, Jayne touch them if you like."
That brought me back to reality a little.
"No, Sophie, don't be silly."
"Why is that silly?"
"Because...!
"Because what Jay? It's natural, like posing, lots of models do it?"
"Well, er you know, it's sexual isn't it?"
"Yes, Jayne it is sexual, but then all of this is in a way isn't it?"
"Is it Sophie, is it, oh god I just don't know," I groaned as my fingertips on both hands, almost voluntarily stroked both areola and nipples that had started to ache with sexual desire.
"Perfect Jayne, beautiful, lovely," she muttered as I realised that she was taking shots of me caressing my breasts. "God you are so natural."
I had no idea most of the time just what parts of my body and how close up the shots were. So as I lay on my back now cupping my breasts and caressing my nipples I didn't know just how much of that she was capturing.
"Pinch them Jayne," I heard her say as if from afar.
I didn't respond.
"Come on Jayne go for it."
I continued just holding them and slowly moving my fingertips over the slightly more sensitive areola.
"It's perfectly natural Jayne and you want to don't you?"
I didn't say anything.
"Don't you Jayne, you want to pinch them, don't you?"
"Oh Sophie," was all I could manage."
"I know you do Jayne; I know you want to because I do."
'Fuck what does she mean by that?' I wondered but not saying anything.
"Go on lovely, pinch those beautiful, big nipples for the camera."
"No, we are going too far, we shouldn't," I groaned loving the sensations my fingers were giving me, the attention of the camera and, I realised the closeness of Sophie. I looked at her. She was standing beside the bed with one knee on the side of it and was leaning forward using her cam without the telephoto lens so I guessed from what she had told me that she would be taking wide angle shots. 'Probably all my tits and hands,' I thought frustratingly exciting myself. Her youngster-length mini skirt had slid right up her legs and due to the way she had one knee on the bed it was bunched round her hips with her knickers clearly on show.
Although I had claimed many times to John that I had no interest in women and I had always believed that to be true, I still admired the beauty and sexiness of females as well as men. I admire, even love the curves and shapes of women's breasts, legs and bottoms. It was just that I was not sexually attracted so, as I had told him that meant I would not have a threesome or have sex with a woman as he looked on.
Now, however, seeing Sophie's long, tanned, slender, bare legs, her panty covered mound and the clearly defined hardness of her nipples against the material of her lowish cut top I began to doubt myself. Had I a dormant attraction to women that I suppressed? Was I becoming sexually interested in my son's girlfriend? Was she coming onto me, hitting on me? And what the fuck was I doing lying on my marital bed, clad in just my yoga pants with my tits in my hands as she photographed me? I had no answers and realised that I was mesmerised by so many things the most significant one of which was the camera that was recording my every move and could well become my marital and family catastrophe.
Every iota of common and moral sense told me to stop. The risks were too great compared to the dubious rewards of satisfying my exhibitionist tendencies. I knew that if we continued Sophie would want me naked, she had told me that. And in a way, I wanted to be naked for the camera or, it suddenly hit me like a punch to the stomach, was it for her and her compliments about my body. As that thought sunk in so the other sensations increased; the warmth and the tingle spreading through my body, the heaviness of my breasts, the pressure on my nipples and the pleasant irritation in the pit of my stomach. I knew these sensations well. As indeed I should for I had been experiencing them for over thirty years. I was becoming aroused.
"No Jay," she whispered kneeling with both knees on the bed and her legs open. "We aren't going too far, we aren't going far enough yet, we have more to go on and you want to go further don't you?"
