Anita was anxious. For her 21st anniversary she had been planning "something special" but wasn't sure what to do. Over lunch she and Sara, her "partner in crime", often talked about their sex lives, the men in the office and who they'd like to bed, their sexual accomplishments and boundaries. That warm late spring day Sara suggested she give Jim the gift of a professionally done "boudoir" photo portrait. Sara knew how much Jim liked to take photos of Anita posing naked, or near naked, and how it was often an act of foreplay. Anita would sometimes dress-up in lingerie, kink-wear, or her business suits before slowly stripping in front of the camera while Jim took pictures. Jim described her from a man's perspective focusing on her shapely legs, sweet ass, her full breasts, her ever moistening pussy. He'd tell Anita what men see and what they'd like to do to her with their hands, mouths, dicks. How when she bent over, with her bare ass exposed, they'd kneel behind her to lick her pussy from behind while rubbing their hands up her legs from her ankles to the bottom of her ass cheeks. Pulling her cheeks apart they'd tongue her ass while rubbing her clit. Reaching around men would tug on her nipples and roll them in their fingers while they rubbed their dicks up and down her slit before pushing their dicks into her from behind.
Jim would tell Anita what men would want her to do to them. Sucking their dicks and nipples while fingering their balls and ass, guiding those dicks into her wet pussy, clamping down on their pricks with her kegel muscles till they spurted their cum deep inside her.
Of course at some point the camera would be put aside and Anita and Jim would act out the images in their heads. Except it was always Jim and never the men she'd fantasize about from the office, gym, or any of the ones Anita had seen out in town.
Anita had described these sessions to Sara many times and it would always get them both so aroused they'd have a hard time concentrating the remainder of the day. So Anita wasn't too surprised when Sara suggested a local photograph studio and handed her an advertisement she'd clipped from the local paper. The photographer was the female half of a husband-wife team that had a small studio attached to their house. The ad suggested the female photographer was understanding, easy to work with, and less intimidating for "intimate" portraits. Anita decided to give her a call.
The voice that answered the phone was bright and friendly and hinted at laughter. Anita felt somewhat hesitant to describe why she was calling but Cindy must have sensed the reason for the call and asked if she wanted a "special picture" for someone close. Anita agreed that was why she called. "Don't be nervous", Cindy said. "Intimate portraits are a great gift for your lover and often a great confidence builder for the woman because they capture you in a beautiful setting." Cindy asked several questions and Anita told her about Jim, how they'd been together 20 years, and even about their "hobby". The short conversation put her immediately at ease with Cindy. With their 21st anniversary drawing close there wasn't much time and it was an easy decision. Cindy and Anita scheduled the session for 2pm the following Friday to give Anita time to get her nails, hair, bikini wax, and one final shopping spree done before the appointment.
The week seemed to drag by. Anita hadn't mentioned anything to Jim so she could give him the portrait as a surprise. She'd gotten her hair and nails done. Her pussy was trimmed and the new garters Sara had helped her pick out made her feel luxuriously sexy. So, feeling sexy, confident, but still a bit apprehensive, Anita pulled up to the small detached studio. It was behind a nice sized ranch house on a quiet street with lots of trees and large lots. The hedge lined the house and acted as a wall to obscure the parking area from the street. Walking up to the entrance she could see behind the house to the nice in-ground pool and what looked like a built in Jacuzzi at the shallow end of the pool. The sign on the door said "Open" so she turned the knob and stepped inside.
To her left was the office area. A desk with the standard computer, phone, and printer. Somewhere a radio played softly. To the right looked like a common photo studio. The backdrop stretched from floor to ceiling and there were lots of black fabric colored boxes to use to sit, stand, or otherwise adjust people's heights to get everyone looking "just so". Back past the backdrop Anita could see a door on the right which led into a room she could not see.
No one appeared to be in the room so she called out "Hello?" and walked toward the backroom. As she got to the door she could see it looked kind of like a movie set bedroom. There was a four post bed covered with pillows and a comforter; two leather club chairs- one high-backed, one low; and what looked like a an old claw foot tub. The room was very tastefully done in creams and light tan colors, with blood red accents. The colors and décor made it look upscale "brothel-lite". Anita felt a quick thrill in her stomach and a tingle in her pussy as she realized she'd soon be on that bed in front of the camera.
Anita turned when she heard the studio door open. There was Cindy and she looked awful. Blonde hair pulled back into a pony tail, sweat pants and sweat shirt, her nose was red, her eyes puffy, and it was obvious she was not well. Cindy apologized profusely for not calling her sooner, but explained she had been very sick all week, and had not been able to pay attention to anything going on in the shop. Anita was disappointed to think that she'd have to reschedule and apprehensive that she'd not have her picture(s) in time for her surprise for Jim. Cindy's explanation stopped as Anita's eyes started to well up with tears and turned to assurances there was no reason to cancel or reschedule her appointment.
Cindy quickly explained that her husband, Dennis, was available to take the pictures but with women sometimes getting intimidated by men photographers he generally stayed clear of these shoots. "Not that Dennis hasn't taken his share of pictures of naked women", Cindy smiled without explaining further. Cindy quickly opened a cabinet and pulled out a bottle of Grey Goose vodka. She made Anita a drink while continuing to apologize, led Anita into the bedroom set, and led her to the high backed leather chair. Once seated she urged her to wait and then Cindy was gone, hurrying off to get her husband.
After a few minutes, Anita heard the door open and close, then the footsteps drawing closer. Dennis stepped into the room holding a camera, smiling sheepishly, and holding out his hand. "Hi, Anita", he said, "I'm Dennis and I guess I'll be taking your picture today". Dennis was wearing jeans and a polo shirt with flip-flops on his feet. He had a lean runner's build, well muscled arms and chest, a flat stomach, and closely cropped brown hair. Dennis looked Anita over and exclaimed "Good Lord! Your husband is one lucky man. Cindy said you're doing this as a surprise?" The direct gaze and appreciative smile caused Anita to blush slightly. "Thank you, and yes this is a surprise anniversary present."
"I'm sure your husband will be very appreciative", Dennis smiled as he continued his visual survey. "If you're ready, let's get started?" Dennis used a meter to check the light and then took a couple quick snaps with the professional digital camera. "We'll start slow", he said, "and can take as long as you need. This is all about you today."
Anita wasn't really sure what to do next. She wasn't sure if she should strip-down to the lingerie right away or wait for Dennis to tell her what to do. But Anita horny as hell and the combination of the week of anticipation, Dennis' approving gaze, combined with the vodka she'd had was like lighting her fuse! Anita said "Oh hell, let's just get this rolling". So she looked down and started to unbutton her top and pulled it loose from her skirt. The camera was clicking steadily and Dennis kept up a steady stream of encouragement. "You look great. Your tits are beautiful. What a beautiful,full body. You are all woman..." The comments kept coming.
