I'm not sure where the first e-mail came from. I get tons of 'em. Some from the feedback form here on Literotica, some from my profile on AOL. In both places I have my occupation listed as a digital photographer, so I get lots of questions about cameras, personal pics and even a few requests to have some private photos taken.
Very few of those requests ever turn into actual sessions. Either people chicken out, or they don't want to pay me...there are a myriad of different reasons.
This one seemed more legitimate right from the start:
Dear Sir,
We live right in your neighborhood and are very interested in having some sexy pictures taken of us in our home.
If you are interested, please e-mail us or call us at your convenience at 561-XXX-XXXX.
We will work around your schedule and we are very excited about doing this as soon as possible.
Bob and Terri
People rarely give out a phone number unless they are ready to actually meet and have pictures made, so I called and Terri answered the phone.
"I am so glad you called us so quickly. We are a little nervous, but we've talked about this for a long time and we are both ready. Would you be willing to meet us at Starbucks for a cup of coffee first, so we can make sure you are as nice as you sound?"
That was fine with me, since I like to make sure people are who they say they are before I waltz into someone's home with all my gear. I've considered the possibility that someone would whack me over the head with a baseball bat and take all my equipment.
We setup a time to meet at Starbucks and decided that if we all liked each other, I would follow them back to their home and we would take some pictures. I got their 10 minutes early and started sipping a Venti Drip while I waited. There was no mistaking Bob & Terri as they walked in. Nice looking people. Not drop dead gorgeous, or super model bodies, but the kind of people you'd meet at your neighbors house during a Memorial Day barbeque.
Terri was attractive, hair halfway down her back. Neither the blond, nor the curl appeared to be a gift of nature. She was maybe 10-15 lbs over her ideal weight, average height and was curvaceous in all the right places. Most of all, she had the most incredible lips I had ever seen. The kind of lips that would make Angelina Jolie do an envious doubletake.
Bob was a sturdy looking guy who looked like he'd earned the right to work at a desk by working with hands for a decade or two. Maybe worked construction until he had enough money and gear to start his own contracting business or something of that ilk. They both looked as if they were in their late 30's or early 40's. They had obviously pegged me just as quickly, probably based on the camera bag I had slung over the chair next to me. I stood as they walked over, shook Bob's firm grip and greeted Terri warmly as she sat down. Bob went to grab them a couple of Lattes while we started to chat.
Terri and I were quickly spilling life stories as if we were old friends catching up. By the time Bob returned with the coffee, she and I had already identified two mutual friends and were wondering how it was that we had never met. Bob slid into the conversation just as comfortably, though it was obvious Terri was the chatterbox. It seemed as if Bob had told her when she was comfortable they would go for it, because she turned and whispered in his ear and he smiled broadly, "Okay, Ed, looks like we should head over to our place, if you're okay with that. Terri thinks you're the shit!"
We all laughed and Terri blushed a little. I followed them home and slotted my little Integra in behind their Lexus. "Nice house," I whistled admiringly, "Pay cash for this?"
Bob laughed, "Nah, I work for the company that built this complex. A good deal on the best lot was one of the perks." Their Mediterranean house was immaculate and ornate. I supposed they didn't have young children, a fact supported by the lack of kid pictures around the house. Lots of Bob & Terri and some other adults, but no kids. I did notice a very cool and ancient looking hookah pipe in the corner. "Do you guys smoke from that? Or is it just for show?"
Terri giggled, "We usually don't smoke from THAT one...but I do have a little doobie rolled if you want to smoke. I thought it might help me be more relaxed." So we passed a joint around as Bob confirmed my assumptions, they were in fact childless, by choice. I took a second pull on the joint and was feeling pretty high, "I better chill a little or I'm going to take lousy pictures. I haven't partied much in the last 10 years!" I started unpacking my gear and setting up the small lights I had brought when I felt Terri's hand on my shoulder, "Take one more hit, Ed. I'm sure the pictures will be fine." So I did.
I selected the main sofa in the living room as the focus of our pictorial. I suggested to Bob and Terri that they should put on whatever they wanted to start shooting in as I was pretty much ready to go and I found that shooting some pictures at least partially clothed at the start usually made everyone more relaxed. At this point the last hit of weed really kicked in, I found myself staring at Terri's luscious lips uncontrollably. I think they were high enough so that they didn't notice, but I noticed. I was starting to get a little wigged out about how high I was.
Bob and Terri sat on the sofa looking uncomfortably posed. I suggested maybe they should just make out like a couple of kids in the back seat of a car, "While you guys are doing a little petting, I'll snap some test pictures. You can just keep going slowly until you're comfortable".
