She was sitting on a redwood log deep in the Northern California Redwood forest, dense, lush ferns filling the low spaces with deep hues of green. The sun streaming through the branches provided much-needed spring warmth.
I am snapping away with my camera, taking pictures of this beautiful exotic woman, Heidi.
Andre, her husband, has set this shoot up. We had had a long conversation about the shoot, and it was clear this was all about his desire to see her explore this means of him staying connected with her despite the logistics of them being separated due to work.
He had talked about his cuckold fetish and how he wanted to see her interact sexually with another man. I had found it quite erotic to think about getting to know Heidi, especially after seeing a picture of her face, wanting to learn more about this enticing smiling creature.
Andre was currently in Belize and unable to see Heidi for the foreseeable future, so the photo shoot seemed like the perfect opportunity for Heidi to explore without any commitment to do anything sexual with me.
I had advertised on one of the dating sites, and Andre discovered my profile and reached out. I'm not a photographer, but just someone who was looking to get to know a woman for social and sexual encounters. Being upfront about that, Andre introduced me to Heidi through email, and we met over coffee to get to know each other so we could both, especially her and, by extension, Andre, ensure we felt safe to proceed.
The coffee meeting had been electric. We met in a local coffee shop, and when she walked in, she was much more beautiful than even the picture had shown. Her fit, athletic-looking body made it hard for me to keep my eyes off as we talked, imagining being able to shoot nude photos of this exotic woman.
We discussed what she wanted, and she would often defer to "It isn't for me, but for my hubby, so whatever would create photos a guy would enjoy, I am pretty open to cocreating some fun images."
We discussed the privacy of the pictures, and she said they didn't want them out in public. We agreed to keep the memory cards in their possession after we were done.
Discussing location, she asked if I was okay with shooting the pictures somewhere in nature where she could be free to be in the forest and not be indoors.
We agreed on a location I knew would be suitable for walking in the trees and where very few people, if any, would frequent, providing the privacy we would need for the shoot.
So here we were, my camera dusted off from many years of being relegated to the storage closet, and as we began to create memories, I discovered my passion again for setting up photos that would accentuate her body.
We began with some basic shots of her face in typical portrait-style photos, with the greenery of the lush vines and ferns in the background matching the simple sundress she wore. Her smile became more and more natural as we began to co-create the pictures, often mentioning that Andre would enjoy these later in his home in Belize.
The trees and sunlight created the perfect natural studio. Heidi was a natural at being free in the forest, and it took very little to encourage her to pose in various ways that showed off her body.
I tried to create images that particularly highlighted her breasts, her smile, and the fit form of her legs and buttocks, still fully clothed in the flimsy sundress.
As we shot, laughed, and joked about Andre looking at these later, her body seemed to warm to the camera and me, and so did her smile. I suggested she try on some of the lingerie she had brought for the occasion.
She slipped into a black and red piece with a bright red bow covering her breasts and, to my surprise, took off her dress and panties in front of me as she changed, not a hint of being nervous for me to see her naked form.
As her dress fell to the ground, I began to feel myself respond in my arousal. Her body, indeed, was beautiful. Andre's words of admiration, I thought, were due to a lot of bias, but as I briefly saw her breasts, perfect c-cups with eraser-perky nipples, before she covered them with the bow, I began to imagine what they might be like in my hands, my mouth.
I tried to ignore my now raging erection and focused on the job at hand. My mind was flipping between the logistics of camera settings and imagining her naked body intertwined with mine.
With her bouncy sheer lingerie now loosely fluttering in the breeze, I had her pose in various ways, trying to capture as much of her body as possible.
I then asked if she was okay with me adjusting her lingerie. She agreed, and I got closer and began to remove the red bow, again affirming that she was OK with me doing so. I said, "I'm sure Andre would love to see you in some pictures without this as well."
She smiled and agreed, and we then proceeded to capture her topless body, focusing on her nipples and having her massage them herself to create a more erect state as I shot.
I then asked if she would be comfortable removing the lingerie altogether, and she nodded and slipped the last of the clothing from her body, now completely naked and shining from the sun on her body.
It was all I could do to focus on capturing the images. Often, I would ask if I could help adjust her body for poses, taking the opportunity, with her explicit permission, to brush her breasts with my hands, massage her nipples to complete erect visibility, and try to hide my erection as I did so.
