I'd asked Peter several times what he wanted for Christmas. He would usually say that he was 'right' and didn't need anything. But a few times Peter did say that he would like me to sit for a photographic session, you know, the ones where they do your hair and make-up and have you pose in nice lingerie.
Of course the catch was that my husband Peter wanted the photos to be fairly explicit! I kept telling Peter that I wasn't in my twenties any more and although my figure has more or less remained unchanged for the last twenty years I was now a woman of forty one years of age. Of course he would counter by agreeing that yes I was still a slim woman "with the body of a twenty year old!" He couldn't see a problem. He would even add that if anything I had gotten even better with age as my boobs had grown to a nice 'C' cup. What a nice husband.
Peter had taken photos of me in various stages of undress a number of times over the years. Now in the age of digital photography I have submitted to a few very explicit gynaecological type poses for Peter but I guess these were not good enough for him. He wanted a professional who knew correct lighting and depth of field and focus techniques to capture me for posterity. Jokingly one night Peter suggested that a good friend of ours named Stefano might help.
We have known Stefano for about twenty years and he has always been into photography. Recently Stefano had become semi-professional. His work was mainly wildlife and landscapes. Stefano has a terrific sense of humour, which is often reflected in the articles he wrote for various magazines. He has been single for most of the time I've known him, which doesn't seem to bother him. He is only around five foot six, about an inch or two taller than I am. He is also a bit overweight but what he lacks in looks he makes up for in personality. Still he is not my type; but I still like him a lot as a friend and feel very comfortable in his presence.
Peter told me he wouldn't have a problem with our old friend taking photos of me. Hell, my husband even thought that it might do Stefano some good to see some female flesh up close again!
Of course I didn't let on to Peter that I was seriously considering it. What the heck it might be a bit of fun, I remember thinking.
With only a few weeks to go until Christmas I decided to send Stefano an e-mail outlining my request. I mentioned that I was after some bikini and lingerie portraits taken and if we both felt comfortable with it maybe some partial nudity shots. Stefano quickly e-mailed me back, saying he would be delighted to be given the opportunity to help out. He had recently purchased a new digital camera that should help with the shoot nicely.
So then it was agreed that the weekend after next would suit us both. Peter would also be away at work for the next fortnight so he would be none the wiser.
During the week and a half preceding my photo shoot I went and had my pussy waxed leaving just a very small strip of pubic hair just above my slit. My bikini bottoms are very revealing so this was a necessity I felt. Then I worked on my tan whenever I could, sunbaking topless in my backyard, as one of the sets of lingerie I planned on wearing was of a very sexy see-through lace. I also decided that for a touch of detail I would change my silver belly-button bar and my hood ring for the beautiful gold set that Peter had bought me for our fourteenth wedding anniversary recently.
I had my fine, wavy, strawberry blond hair high-lighted the day before I was to go to Stefano's and applied a fresh coat of red nail-polish to both my finger and toe-nails. I felt well prepared.
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Stefano lives about an hour's drive out of town in a nice country area. He is the joint owner of a twenty-acre property with a friend of his named Anthony. The property has an appealing rustic charm about it. There is a large pool surrounded by tropical gardens as well as a spa.
Stefano has his studio in a large air-conditioned room upstairs of the main house. Anthony has a bungalow quite separate from the main house.
Stefano assured me we would have total privacy as Anthony was out for most of the afternoon. He suggested we get the bikini shots done around the pool first then move up to the studio for the more intimate lingerie shots.
I had bought a chilled bottle of white wine and some beer on the way out to Stefano's. I was a bit nervous when I arrived but Stefano soon made me feel at ease with his jokes and stories.
I decided to have a beer with Steve (I liked to call him Steve as it is less formal) as we discussed the type of shots that I was after. Steve had a selection of magazines that we went through to get some ideas. He was very helpful pointing out various poses that would look good around the pool. Sports Illustrated had some nice bikini shots that I felt might do for starters. There were several men's magazines with some fairly tasteful nude and semi-nude poses that I hinted I might also like to try.
As Steve was setting up his camera I went and got changed into one of my favourite Wicked Weasel bikinis. The top is just a small triangular tie at the back halter and the bottoms are a very brief g-string; all in basic black. My husband loves the g-string as there is a seam running up the front in the middle that gives me a very pronounced "camels toe" as Pete likes to call it.
After slipping on a short sarong I met Stefano out by the pool. He paid me a nice polite compliment or two before suggesting we make a start.
The first series of shots were mainly of me lying around the pool, which I felt quite comfortable with. Then Steve suggested I stand up against the trunk of a smooth palm tree and move around a bit. I still had the sarong on and I became a little bolder. As Steve was shooting I slowly turned my back on him and poked out my firm little butt, gradually working the sarong up to expose my sun-tanned cheeks.
It wasn't long before the sarong was off. Steve appeared to barely notice the cut of my tiny g-string, although he did take some close-ups.
