We were married ten years ago when we were both 20 years old, but our love and physical desire for each other is still fresh and has never been stronger. John and I were born and raised in the deep south in upper middle class families. We both had the same ingrained discriminatory attitudes and never associated with anyone other than similar white friends. Our business success and financially sound families allowed us to maintain the personal separation of cultures.
We both decided that we would go to Italy to celebrate our 10th anniversary. Going alone, we were having the time of our lives. It was our third day in Rome that we were far out in the country, getting away from the tourists and relaxing. On a small dirt road in front of an old abandoned cottage we found the perfect spot to take pictures of each other with our new digital camera. We both took a few of each other leaning against a fence. It was becoming somewhat romantic, alone in this beautiful place posing for each other.
Our privacy was interrupted by an older man passing by. John was concerned that we were on his property. He could speak English very well and said a friend owned the cottage and would not mind us taking some pictures. Also, he said that he was good with cameras and insisted on taking some pictures for the "American Tourists." He did. It kind of broke my sexy romantic mood. But all in all it was still a great day.
Later that afternoon John had the pictures developed at a one-hour shop. Looking at them I couldn't believe it. There were the pictures I had shot and there were a couple pictures the stranger had taken. They were of me and I must admit I looked great. I was wearing white shorts extenuating my long smooth legs. But the stranger had also snapped off a quick one I hadn't seen. It made me blush. He was quite the photographer and had caught the essence of my sexuality.
I was leaning down with my face turned to the side. My legs made wonderful flowing lines that moved your eye right to my loose blouse. My breasts were virtually exposed. Deep shadows highlighted their fullness and my sassy lace bra barely covered my nipples. I was red in the face knowing a strange man had seen me this way.
Sensing my embarrassment John poked his nose around to see what I was getting red about. My husband's mouth dropped and he turned an even deeper shade of red. "O my gosh, I can not believe he took that! Barbara, you are so sexy!" That was all she was able to utter for a minute or two. All the while we both just stared at me in the picture. John broke the silence telling me how beautiful I was, like a 1950's movie star. I asked him, "But doesn't it bother you that a stranger saw me this way?"
John told me That I should be proud of my beauty and he didn't mind that a strange man saw me like this. He even added that he would love some more sexy pictures of me. I know I blushed again and said I could never intentionally pose like that in front of any camera.
Thinking about sexy pictures of me sent John and I over the edge and we made love like little bunnies that night. I was so excited that I gave John an incredible long slow sucking asking him to finish in my mouth. I don't really enjoy this, but it was something he had asked for several times. When he finished, he completely exploded several blasts into my throat. I guess I was not the only one who was turned on by the photo incident.
The next day we continued our back country drive. The Italian countryside was remarkable but John asked me to pose for some more sexy shots. I said no but the idea was proving exciting to me as well. Stopping in a small village for lunch, my husband once again brought the subject up. He asked me - actually begged me to take a couple sexy, semi revealing pictures. I told John I was too embarrassed but said with my clothes on I would try a couple "semi" sexy ones.
Back on the road my mind raced with all the shots he would potentially take of me. Maybe I would lean against a tree, arms stretched upward with my back arched. Or maybe I would get on a grassy field on all fours - exposing some cleavage, smiling at the camera. We found the same cottage we were at yesterday, a spot just off the road and my adventure as a playboy model was about to begin.
I was wearing a light cotton sun dress that came about thigh length, certainly not one a Playboy model would wear. No hose because of the warm weather and no heels. My panties and bra were delicate, thin because to the heat, but practical styles. Sexiest part was that the dress buttoned all the way down the front. I tried to loosened up and was doing all I was asked in many poses. Even with my clothes on, for me these were hot pictures. All the bending twisting I had to do highlighted a different part of my body.
John bent me over leaning against a fence. He said the cotton fabric slid against my ass making a perfect heart shape. And my long naked legs made it more sexual than I could imagine. We straightened up as a car approached and stopped next to ours. I was surprised when out came the same gentleman who had taken our pictures the other day.
We made a little small talk - he was very friendly, easy going and had a great sense of humor. He also gave us his business card stating he was a professional photographer. Indeed he was, the pictures he took yesterday were incredible. John even recognized his name from a gallery we were at earlier in the week. His name was Dante Abramo and he was dressed in a white dress shirt, tweed jacket and expensive slacks. He shoes were Bally and his behavior was that of a perfect gentleman.
He very elegantly complemented me on my "bellezze naturali" (natural beauty), and how "bello" (beautiful) I would photograph. He said he had to take some more pictures of me. He would do it at no charge -- for his "visitatori americani" (American Visitors). I blushed and said I was flattered but couldn't. With both Dante and my husbands encouragement and ardent persuasion I gave in.
Dante suggested a more secluded and beautiful spot just a little further off the main road. The secluded description sounded good to me so off we went. It was a heavily wooded area with various lighting through the trees. The first shots were of my face. He took care, fussing with my hair, massaging my shoulders and relaxing me. Little by little I was warming up to Dante. A large digital memory card later he had me posing like a trained model. He encouraged me to pose in slightly more sexual postures. I was definitely getting a little anxious, wondering how my husband was reacting. Looking at John and his sparkling eyes, broad grin I know he was in heaven.
Dante had me sit on an old tree stump, legs spread, leaning forward with hands on my knees. I smiled apprehensively at the camera. Dante snapped a few shots paused, and asked me to undo the top buttons of my dress. A quick "I couldn't" came from voice but not my true mind-set.
Dante was very charming and told me to relax and enjoy "my beauty." I was persistent and did not want to go further. John did not want this to end and intervened. My husband knelt in front of me and caressed my cheek. Kissing me warmly he told me that he loved me and how exciting this was. He also added we were on a different continent and would not get a chance like this often. We had a fantastically professional photographer and the perfect setting. We would have pictures to look back on in years to come.
John could tell I was giving in so he slowly unbuttoned my top two buttons just exposing a little cleavage of my 34C breasts. Stepping away from me, the camera clicked. The tension was high. I was stiff and appeared frozen.
Ever charming Dante worked his magic and got me to warm up again. He had me lean back causing my breasts to protrude. He had me lean forward and got up close pointing the lens down the open dress. Dante paused again, and then asked me to continue unbuttoning my dress. I am not sure whose heart was beating louder, mine or my husband's. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and looked up at both men. I was frightened, overwhelmed and apprehensive.
With trembling fingers I began unbuttoning. One reason I was so resistant is that I had on a very sheer bra. My nipples would be plainly visible. For the first time in my life I was allowing a man other than my husband to look at my breasts. Pictures were being taken and little by little more of my body was being exposed. Into the summer air emerged my shoulders, my slender arms and tummy. Then with a little wiggle my dress cascaded down to the grass covered ground and I stood in only my bra and panties.
Dante got a little intense now. He had me stretch my arms above my head. I was looking right into his persuasive eyes and seemed to become more comfortable. Click, Click. Then as though I were invisible he asked me to take my bra off and show him my breasts -- "donna per l'uomo" woman to man!
It was as if I was under his magic charm. I did not even think about my husband, I felt beautiful and wanted to expose myself. I relaxed and with grace and confidence found deep in my soul, I removed my bra. Then he told me to caress my breasts, imagining it were his hands exploring my body. He appeared to instruct me to make love to him through the lens.
As we continued with various poses with me in many positions, I felt totally at ease. My pale blue panties soon came off and every picture became increasingly erotic. I only sensed the camera and my aspiration of complete femininity. Dante softly commented how beautiful my breasts were shaped, how erect my nipples had become and how wonderful my ass was shaped, perfect for the camera. Revealed to the camera were my bodies most intimate parts. Revealed to me was a wild sexuality I had not known that I possessed. As the pictures were continually taken I drifted into a sexual paradise.
Dante set his camera down, pulled me to him and kissed me. It was not passionate, but more like a friend or uncle. He thanked me for giving my body to his camera. Then he said that we were finished. I had a difficult time recovering my senses and coming back from what had become a sexual high. Getting dressed, I wondered what had happened to me emotionally and physically.
That evening the three of us shared a long typically Italian dinner and a couple bottles of rich red wine. All a little stoned we were escorted just a few miles away to his studio where he developed the pictures he had taken today. With all the pictures spread out on a table Dante stated how impressed he was with the results and that he wanted me for an important project he was doing for an expanding Roman Gallery. He said it involved a couple other models and some nudity. He also said it would take only one afternoon and he would pay her $1000.
