It was a wild idea, crazy even but the more Laura Sinclair thought about it the more she wanted to do it. She was 45 and had never thought of doing anything like this before. It was her 25th wedding anniversary in just 3 months and husband, Greg, was taking her on a month-long trip to Australia and New Zealand but this would be something different, something unusual, something she hoped would renew Greg's interest in her. Little did she know that her idea would lead her into a world she could never have imagined.
Laura Sinclair was a typical suburban housewife, her two sons were in university and her days were filled with household chores, shopping, lunch with friends and her daily exercise regimen. It was a comfortable existence but no longer stimulating. She was in good shape and had seen men in the grocery store eyeing her as she pushed the cart around. It excited her to know they were looking at her and thinking about sex. She imagined they had erections and couldn't look at a cucumber without seeing it as a phallic symbol. She made a point of dressing in provocative clothes; short skirts and heels or tight-fitting jeans and tops, knowing this would attract attention.
Laura was proud of her well-kept figure and her outfits reflected that. Her curves were in all the right places although she thought her breasts a little too large. There was a time when her husband, Greg, paid a lot of attention to them and said she had a beautiful body. He was always fondling her as she stood at the sink and sex was frequent. Laura liked a lot of sex but for the past couple of years Greg's ardour had waned and he hardly paid any attention to her at all.
She was sexually frustrated and knew it and though she encouraged her husband, dressing in erotic clothes and lingerie, he was rarely interested and spent long hours in his workshop working on his model aircraft.
Six local photographers were listed on the computer screen and she checked each one. She went back to the third on the list; The Michael Torrence Studio, Professional Photography, Weddings, Art, Commercial, Intimate, By Appointment Only. There was a selection of his work online that Laura felt was very good, it was a pity he was a man, she would have preferred a woman but there were none listed.
Laura procrastinated and it wasn't until she was in the town library that she was reminded of Michael Torrence. There was an exhibit of his work displayed in the main lobby and the photos impressed her as they had online.
Mrs. Prentice, the head librarian, noticed Laura's interest and approached. They knew one another only as librarian and frequent visitor but had spoken many times. "He's very good isn't he?"
"Yes," replied Laura, I like his work very much. In fact I'm thinking of using him."
"I would certainly recommend him to anyone," Mrs. Prentice said with her usual air of authority, "I know him quite well and he has done some excellent work for me.
That made up Laura's mind. "What harm can it do to just go in and get some information?" she questioned herself. "None whatsoever," was her answer. She thanked Mrs. Prentice and made her way to the parking lot. Once in her car she retrieved her cell from her handbag and made an appointment.
The studio was situated on a leafy, quiet street in a large Victorian house in the most desirable neighbourhood in the town. It was well laid out with Torrence's work displayed on the walls of the reception room. Laura noticed the variety and high quality of his work in both colour and black and white and found herself feeling more relaxed and confident.
An attractive young lady appeared and asked, "Can I help you?"
"Yes, I'd like information on having some photographs done."
"Certainly, would it be wedding, commerc. . ."
"Um, no, no, it would be. . .er. . .intimate," Laura broke in nervously.
"Ah, I see, let me get Michael."
The assistant went through a door and returned almost immediately, "Michael will see you in his office, its more private, Ms. . . .?"
"It's Mrs., Mrs. Sinclair."
"Please come through," Mrs. Sinclair.
Laura was led through and introduced to Michael Torrence. He was younger than she expected although she was unsure why she thought he would be older, early 30's she guessed, tall, nicely built and quite handsome in a rugged sort of way. The reason for her visit suddenly had Laura feeling embarrassed in his presence.
"Please, Mrs. Sinclair, sit down, what can I do for you. Jessica said you were interested in intimate photography, is this for you or someone else?"
"Um. . .its me. . .er. . .call me Laura."
"Very well, Laura and I am Michael. It's okay, there's no need to be nervous and it's not as uncommon as you might think. There are all sorts of reasons people choose to do this and we do our best to make it a pleasurable, rather than a stressful experience for you.
His voice had a calming effect on Laura, he certainly carried himself in a professional manner and her first impressions were good. Laura smiled weakly and said, "It's my 25th wedding anniversary soon and I thought I would give my husband some sexy photos. This is embarrassing."
"Don't be, you're not the first lady to come here wanting something special for her husband and I'm sure you won't be the last."
"He used to like me in lingerie. . .stocking and heels etc. when we. . .er. . .when we had sex," Laura said flushing a bright red.
"You use the past tense; I assume you hope these photos will, shall we say, rejuvenate your husband's interest."
"Yes, do you think I'm being silly?"
"Not at all, you're hoping he will see you as a sexy, desirable woman again, maybe it's the jolt he needs. The question is, do you feel sexy when you dress that way? For me to capture the sexy you it is essential that you feel sexy."
Laura was feeling more comfortable by the second and her answers were beginning to show that. "I have a nice body, I work hard at it and I know men look at with one thing in mind. I look good in sexy clothes and yes, I do feel sexy when I'm dressed like that."
"Excellent, then it will be much easier for me to reflect that in the photos. I'm sure your husband will be very pleased with the results. Now, how far do you want to go? There's a lot of choice, from fully clothed to naked and beyond, it's up to you, I won't ask you to do anything you are uncomfortable with."
"I'm not sure, my husband used to like to watch me...um...playing, if you know what I mean," Laura said with discomfort.
"I think I do, let's just see how it goes, shall we?"
"Fine, I think that is best."
Michael went on to explain how digital photography had made it possible to not to worry about the number of shots taken and that more than one session may be necessary before she felt relaxed enough to give her best. She could bring her own outfits or choose from the varied supply that Michael stocked. Laura made an appointment for the following day at 1:00PM and left the studio feeling good about her choice. Michael told Laura to dress in something sexy but in all likelihood she would not be taking anything off on the first appointment.
At noon the next day Laura was panicking, she couldn't make up her mind what to wear. She sat on the bed staring at the closet, "This is silly!" she screamed and went back to her wardrobe. Skimming through her clothes it suddenly became clear. She took out a dark charcoal suit and placed it on the bed. The jacket nicely contoured her upper body and the skirt was quite short. Next she chose a white silk blouse that she knew showed her large bosom to best advantage. From a drawer she pulled a push-up bra, thong, garter belt and stockings all in black. She went back to the closet and fished out the black stilettos that Greg used to like her to wear so much and placed them on the bed beside the rest. She looked down at it and ran each item through her mind to make sure she was happy with her selection. "Perfect!" she declared and began to put her outfit on.
"Hello Mrs. Sinclair," Jessica greeted Laura, "Michael is in the back, you can go through.
Michael was at his desk and he stood when Laura appeared in the doorway. "Ah, Laura, nice to see you again, let me take your coat.