Right from an early age I have always had a passion for photography. There's nothing I like better than to traipse around the countryside looking for good landscape shots or architectural constructions that are aesthetically pleasing and would make good photographs. Of course, I also enjoy photographing people. Family portraits and photographs of grandchildren for grandparents are as popular as ever, but what I really enjoy (like most men, I would guess) is glamour! As strictly an amateur lensman though, the problem has always been persuading members of the opposite sex to pose for me. As a younger man this was not only difficult but damn near impossible!
The first "model" that I managed to coerce into posing for me was in fact my elder sister, Mary. Three years older than me at eighteen, Mary had a killer body - or at least I thought so, from the odd glimpses I'd sneaked when she was dressing - and was dating a lad from a fairly rough neighbourhood. I knew that mom and day would have been furious if they had caught her, so I made it my business to find out as much as I could about the two of them. When I was certain I had gathered enough "evidence" I confronted my sister. For months I'd been begging her to pose me and, when I informed her that I knew all about her and Danny and the hot-tub, she guessed immediately what I wanted.
"Okay, but only topless, you little pervert! You're not getting to see me completely naked."
I thought that would be enough for me at that time, but as Mary eventually slipped out of her halter and bra and posed for me in the woods (she didn't want to be anywhere near our house), I tried again to persuade her out of her panties. Alas, Mary was adamant and her lower body remained fully covered leaving me with a boner that defied gravity. I did get a few nice shots of her tits though and raced to my make-shift darkroom to develop and print the pictures as fast as I could. That night in bed, I jerked myself off as my head filled with images of my sister's breasts and with the photographic evidence to remind me.
Oddly, that episode with Mary didn't turn me into a complete pervert! She eventually became pregnant and had to marry Danny. I had begun to date by then, finding myself with girls my own age with bodies equally as good as Mary's had been. My brief incestuous phase appeared to be over.
I may have been dating sexy, attractive girls, but I was still frustrated; I was getting laid with relative ease and had already discovered the joys of having my cock sucked, but I still couldn't get any of them to pose for me - if I wanted to photograph the female form, it seemed as though I was destined to pay for the privilege. And pay for it I did. While all the other young men that I worked with would spend their hard-earned wages in the bar on Friday night, I would use mine to pay women to take their clothes off and stand in front of my camera. I was offered plenty of "extras" from the models, but I always refused. Always, that is, until I met Cleo.
When I first saw her I thought she was simply sensational; long, dirty blonde hair and a figure that just cried out to be photographed. She was younger than me, perhaps eighteen or nineteen and was in desperate need of cash. Photographing her was a treat. She seemed to have little or no inhibitions and twisted and turned her lithe little body this way and that to ensure that my lens always had the best view of her tits, pussy and ass. I had such a hard-on by the time I'd used up three rolls of film, and when she noticed and offered to "take care" of the obvious bulge in my pants, I broke my golden rule and pulled my cock out. Cleo treated me to one of the best hand-jobs I'd ever experience right there in the studio and I fell for her in a big way. It seemed that the attraction was mutual too, because three months later we were married.
Our wedding was over ten years ago now, and we are still both very happy. Cleo still poses for me in my home studio, but recently I'd started thinking again about my sister again. Let me be clear at this point, my feelings don't go back to my incestuous phase, its more about how those old photograph's were taken - or rather where they were taken. I realised that I got the biggest kick out of photographing women out in the open. Maybe it was the danger of getting caught or maybe it was simply the voyeur in me, I don't know, but what I did know was that I wanted to persuade my lovely wife to strip off and let me photograph her outdoors.
Knowing Cleo, I didn't think it would be too difficult to talk her round to my new plan, but even I was surprised when she agreed immediately. Not only did she agree, but she seemed absolutely thrilled by the idea and encouraged me to set it up as soon as possible. Fortunately it was summer and so still nice and warm in the early evenings. I suggested that we should take a drive up to a deserted farm I knew where the light and colour would be just about perfect. Cleo agreed and, grabbing my camera and a spare lens we hopped into the Jeep and sped off.
As we pulled up outside the farm, Cleo seemed anxious, excited and leapt out of the car well before me.
"Over there, by that little bridge!" she shouted as she started running in the direction she had indicated.
Cleo had dressed for the occasion. Obviously not expecting to have her clothes on for long, she had only worn a tiny white skirt and a matching crop-top that displayed her midriff beautifully. As she reached the wooden bridge she quickly began throwing poses for me, pouting her lips and turning three-quarter profile to the camera and raising her skirt a little at the back. I snapped off nearly a whole roll of film as she flashed her little butt at me (she had decided that any underwear would have been a complete waste of time!).
"Pull up the top a little, baby. So I can just see a little of your tits!"
Cleo smiled wickedly and slid her fingers up into the material of her thin top, pulling it up slightly over the swell of her breast and allowing me (and the camera) a daring peek at her stiffened nipple.
"Looks like your enjoying yourself, hon!" I called as my wife twisted her body around to show a little of her butt again.
"And you!" she replied pointing at my crotch. As usual, I had developed quite an erection.
"Pull the skirt up now, Cleo. Lets see some of that juicy pussy!"
A few more zoomed shots of my wife's nether regions followed as she hoisted the short skirt up around her waist and, leaning back against the bridge rail opened her legs to display her charms.
"Hey, what the hell do you think you're doing?" The voice was deep and gravel-like. I had been so wrapped up in what I was doing, I hadn't seen the man approach. He strode straight over to Cleo, he obviously hadn't seen me at all. Immediately, Cleo straightened her clothes and tried to look as innocent as possible.
"This is private property you know." the man continued, taking obvious note of the skimpy way in which my wife was dressed. He had his back to me as I stood behind a row of bushes, but Cleo could see me by just glancing over his shoulder.
