"Hey, can you take a picture of us!?" a female voice behind me called out. I turned, surprised and tickled. So rare to be accosted by a woman - let alone two. I was enjoying two of my favorite things - photographing the trees' fall colors, and a chicken salad sandwich, with extra mayo.
"Why sure. It's so beautiful here," I said. I strolled toward them and gestured at the stunning maple trees in their autumn colors. The lowering sun accentuated the reds, greens and yellows.
I walked up to two young woman in the bloom of their youth, college age. One had dirty blond hair, slightly tousled, a carefully composed look of sweet, slight disarray. She wore khaki pants and a white stretchy blouse, which clung like a bathing suit to her toned arms and round, high breasts, like beautiful, smallish cantaloupes. I could faintly make out the lacy pattern of her brassiere and wondered if she was chilled in the cool air in such a sheer top. She had big, flashing eyes, a full mouth, and a fun nose with a little bump in it.
The other woman was a little shorter, and had on a light jacket, unzipped to her sternum to reveal a silky blouse of pinky red, which had a faintly iridescent fabric that emulated wetness. I could not help but think of her vagina, seeing that alluring, fish shaped opening. But what struck me was her eyes and mouth, which flashed with mischief, as if she was about to say something risqué, but didn't.
They had a smartphone, and saw I had a fancy camera and was taking lots of shots of the trees. They wanted me to take some photos of them with their phone. They seemed happy and excited - and not the least bit hesitant, cautious, or bashful. What a treat.
I asked them to step back, actually into the shade, explaining that direct sunlight was not very flattering. They exchanged brief glances, (oh, okay) and did as I asked. I asked if I could do a low shot (from my perspective) to catch the blue sky, and they enthusiastically agreed.
"So your names are...?" I asked breezily, clicking away.
"Tommi," said the one in the white top.
"I'm Kitty," chimed the one with the mischievous eyes and the pinky blouse.
"Well, what nifty luck I'm having," I smiled, "meeting two beautiful, lovely women here on this beautiful, luminous day!" They smiled wider, taking in the compliment.
"And the leaves aren't half bad either!" I added as an afterthought. They laughed simultaneously, their girlish tones rising into the trees. Almost it seemed like their laughter was an exhalation after holding their breaths, like a gasp of relief. I liked the way their torsos swayed slightly as they laughed, and their knees bent a little. It reminded me of how marionettes can drop slightly, very charmingly, when their strings are loosened a bit, for a moment.
After a half dozen shots with their phone, I returned it to them, and asked if I could take some shots with my camera, and then I could make them look really beautiful in Photoshop, and then email them to them.
"Because honestly, you two ladies are really gorgeous, and you deserve good quality, high res photos. Kitty, your mouth is very beautiful, and Tommi, you," I paused, "well, your mouth is also super pretty, and photogenic!"
It was true, but I chose to compliment their mouths because I read that research has shown that getting a woman to think positively about their mouths got them thinking about their pussies in a positive way. Which often leads, said the research, to wet panties.
Kitty smiled at me as she crossed one knee in front of the other one, locked, standing there, like a kid. Tommi smiled and looked down slightly, then grinned at me as if to say "Well, gosh..." It was so adorable I had to chuckle.
"Sure," "Okay!" they chimed at the same time, and we all laughed at the coincidence.
I started shooting with my camera, circling slowly around them. First I asked them to stand, touching back-to-back, smiling at me. Then shoulder to shoulder, holding hands with their outer hands, best friends.
"Oh, that is really. Nice." I said, "Good, terrific!"
"Now twist toward each other, like you're sharing a little secret."
"Okay," said Tommi.
"Like this?" said Kitty, with a quick little breath.
"Perfect, really awesome. Or maybe sharing a big secret? Try that on!"
They giggled together. I could see their cheeks get a little red, maybe remembering something they did together that was adventurous, or risqué. As was my intention. It's called content-free visualization. What fun to subtly get women to think dirty thoughts, and get all wet in their panties!
"This is wonderful. I'm surprised you aren't models. You are going to love these photos. Kitty, can you pull your hair back a little? Lovely! Tommi, I like that, can you turn toward Kitty a little more? And get a little closer? Totally. Sweet." I was taking lots of shots. I hoped my low battery wouldn't die, at this rate. Click, click, click! It was becoming like a fast moving game of Simon Says.
I paused. They paused too, waiting for my next cue.
"Well," I said, "Aren't you ladies quite the adventurers! I appreciate that you seem to be the types to try something new and fun." They giggled, and again there was a tiny pause. They were waiting for my next suggestion! They were gradually becoming acquiesant to me.
"Kids, I'm going to make y'all a star!" I said, affecting a funny accent, like a southern W.C. Fields. Giggles from both, and small knee bobbles.
"Okay, then, try this, this'll be fun," their faces lit up with anticipation.
"Just close your eyes - just for a moment - yeah - and imagine something you did that was really fun. Really pleasurable. Remember how it felt... What you heard... What you saw. Good. Yeah. Just something you really enjoyed a lot. Now take a deep breath. And...slowly open your eyes, hold that position, and look at me, holding that energy. Wonderful!" I said, slowing my voice, clicking away.
They looked happy, and just slightly dreamy, their pupils were slightly dilated, faces softened. They were gradually getting more more acquiescent, more subservient.
I decided to try a little experiment, a test drive.
"So Kitty, I want you to act like you're playfully pulling a lock of Tommi's hair, like teasing her. And Tommi, you look annoyed but happy. Yes! Very sweet. Suh-weet. Got it, excellent! Now both of you, just get a little closer. Good. Kitty, can you unzip that cool jacked a little more? Your blouse is so neat. Yes, that's perfect. That's a cute bra. Nordstroms?"
"Uh, no, Target," She said, a little surprised, but flattered, to be talking about where she got her underthings with a very new, male friend.
"Do you get your panties there too?" I asked cheerfully.
"Uh, no," She said, not sure how much to share, "I go to, um, Christina's, on Canyon." Nervous side glance to Tommi, who shrugged.
"Oh, yeah," I said brightly, "Great place, good sales, nice cotton panels for breathability, right? They have some really pretty ones there, and you obviously have great taste in clothes so I bet yours are super cute!"
"They're okay," she said with a smile, but I could tell she was flattered. She thought about her new panties. They started to feel a little tight or something. She had a urge to fiddle with them.
"So here's another fun photo game we can do. It's really cool. I'll say a short phrase, and then you close your eyes and repeat it, and then open your eyes and, holding that energy, look at me for the shot. Don't worry, I won't make you say anything silly or dumb. Game?"
They agreed.
I said "I'm really cute!" they closed their eyes and said it, then slowly opened them and I got some good shots.
