I gaped at her.
"I must sound like an after-the-nine o'clock threshold version of the Money Programme. I'm sorry if I've shocked you, Anita, I really am, but it is something I feel passionately about."
"No, no, not at all. I had no idea you, er... Not that there's anything wrong with... Sorry, it's just taken me a bit by surprise." I gabbled.
"I'll make a cup of tea" she smiled.
After shutting up the shop at lunchtime as it was early-closing, we lingered in the back and chatted some more about a world I had absolutely no experience of. She said she had been running her own website for several years, and enjoyed chatting with her online friends, and showing herself to them. It was intriguing, seeing her eyes light up, talking about how empowered she felt in front of the camera, bringing, as she put it, relief and happiness to men and women. She was almost evangelical.
"Well Anita, you are asking plenty of questions here!"
she said, as we made to go our separate ways,
"I've actually got a photo shoot arranged for later this afternoon with a girl-friend. She's a lady photographer - she's really nice. As your husband is away and if you have nothing else on, why don't you come along to see what goes on for yourself? It'll be fun!"
I quickly shook my head and said that really I couldn't see myself being comfortable in that environment, but thanked her for asking.
I got home to our empty house, and could not get our conversation out of my mind, nor the pics of Zoe that she had showed me on her phone, some from years ago, and others clearly that were quite recent. I mooched around the house, had a snack, did some washing. The image of Zoe, barely clothed in front of a camera, and the thought of hundreds of men rubbing their cocks over her pictures would not leave my mind. I happened to be leaning over the washing machine to reach into the cupboard... it was during the spin cycle... the top of my legs pressed against the vibration, and within seconds a pleasant tingle became a shock wave that blasted through my body as I involuntarily pressed my pubic bone against the washing machine. I was gripping the work top and gasping for breath. On reflection, it must have been the re-ignition of a pent-up sexual tension, of how many years?, that had burst through.
The next thing I know I was upstairs slowly undressing. I stood in front of the full-length mirror in our bedroom inspecting myself. This plain bra and knickers set would have to go. Rifling through my underwear drawer I found at the bottom a long-forgotten flimsy thong and suspender belt. The matching bra was nowhere to be seen, but perhaps I still had some stockings tucked away. Yes here they were, not worn for twenty years or more, probably. I took some delicious time in gliding the sheer stockings up my legs and over my thighs. My shaking fingers struggled with the hooks on the suspenders, and then smoothed the tiny triangle of lace over my by-now throbbing pubic mound. I sat at the dressing table and brushed my hair. All the while I thought of what this must this feel like with a camera clicking away with every move? The final addition was a pair of high heels, which I noticed in her photos, that Zoe informed me was de rigeur for all models when they are on their feet, and, she added with a smirk, on their backs!
I stood in front of the mirror again - topless, stockings, thong and suspenders. I wiggled my hips this way and that, turned and looked over my shoulder to appraise my bum. Not bad if I say so myself - the years in the gym had not been without reward. I was still shaking with a re-awaken sexual excitement that I had not felt for years. What to do? Even if you were at home I doubt if I could have initiated anything, such was the state our relationship had got into. I was sure that I still loved you, but I suppose it was a case of what they say about the spark having gone out.
What the hell! I had nothing to lose by just watching my friend Zoe pose for a few photographs. Trembling, I sent her a text to ask if her offer was still on. Five minutes later she replied
"Great! So pleased you have changed you mind. I'll pick you up at 4."
I looked at myself in the mirror and shook my head - "What are you doing, you silly woman?" What was I going to wear? Certainly not this slutty outfit, I decided, as my confidence wavered again.
Zoe arrived in a flurry of excitement dressed in Jeans and T-shirt and bundled me into the car. I had chosen a strappy cerise top, white capris and flat sandals. She said that the evening light at this time of year in her friend's conservatory was exactly what she wanted. Zoe warned me about what to expect, and what she intended to be doing. She was concerned about shocking me. She said she wanted to do a quick photo session in an outfit one of her friends had requested, a JOI video, which she explained when she saw the blank look on my face, was basically a striptease, with the performer acknowledging that that the viewer was going to be masturbating when they watched the video. I nodded, trying to work out what JOI stood for. I remember wondering if you knew what JOI meant. I was being immersed into a world of twenty-first century online sex that I didn't really know existed, so wrapped up I had been for the last 25 years in family and work. I asked about this friend of Zoe's. It turns out that Beth and her husband Paul had a photographic business. They lived in a village ten miles away. Zoe had known them for years, and said that they were also active themselves in this secret online world. We arrived and Beth welcomed us in, in shorts and, I immediately noticed, a bra-less vest.
"Come in, Zoe told me she was bringing a friend, so nice to meet you Anita. Let's go through to the back."
Beth was probably in her late-forties, pretty face, dark hair tied at the back, and a figure that was in not much better shape than mine, I appraised, as women tend to do. We all appeared to be just about keeping on top in our own ongoing battles with cellulite!
Zoe disappeared to do whatever it was she needed to do to get ready. Beth poured me a glass of wine, and whilst Zoe was preparing Beth explained how she had worked with Zoe like this for several years, and it was so nice that a friend was open-minded enough to come along and observe. I said I had worked in the promotions field long ago in the past, so was used to the process, and was happy to hold a light reflector for her if she needed it. Beth seemed delighted by my offer and interest and she rose from the sofa as a few minutes later Zoe tottered into the conservatory in red high heels and a bathrobe.
"OK, let's go for it." Beth said as she made final adjustments to her camera.
Zoe smiled for her as she slipped the bathrobe from her shoulders. I caught my breath as I saw what was revealed. Zoe wore nothing but a sexy red teddy. She posed facing Beth with her hand on her hips, wiggled her hips, bent forward and pouted at the camera. All the while Beth snapped away. Zoe turned sideways and arched her back to project her shapely legs and bum. Then turning to the window presented her rear view. From this angle the only item of what you could barely call clothing was a thin stand of lacy thong which emerged from her bum. Halfway up her back this split into four, as two stands went over each shoulder and the other two around to the semi-circular whalebone supports under her breasts. With her feet together she slowly bent over to touch the floor, and rose again, pausing halfway up to shift her legs a metre or so apart. Both hands reached around and separated the cheeks of her bum. I didn't know where to look as she revealed the pink flesh of her anus and vagina to the camera, and me! Beth was constantly clicking, and telling Zoe how great she looked. Zoe pulled herself upright again, and cupping her bosom she then slowly undid four delicate bows on the material covering each breast. Letting the flap unfurl each breast flopped into view, topped off with a pair of erect nipples. She presented her nipples for the camera, and massaging her breasts, flashed her winning smile for Beth, and asked me if I was shocked by what I saw. I replied that I had never seen such a revealing outfit in my life, but that she look fabulous in it. She thanked me and strode out of the room, Beth still working the shutter of the camera for it was worth.
I glanced at Beth. She was busy with her cameras. I looked down the garden and wondered if the back of the house was overlooked at all. It didn't appear to be. It occurred to me that a teenage boy hopping over the fence to retrieve his football would have got an eyeful he would not forget!
"Have you thought of modelling yourself Anita? You have a great figure and I'd say you are very photogenic."
I replied that it wasn't something I'd ever thought of.
"You should."
Beth seemed to think I had something, and I felt that warm glow when someone gives a totally unexpected compliment.
