I rose as the doorbell rang, taking a quick moment to adjust my cock in my pants, the bulge was a tad too obvious. I had no illusions I would not be fully hard in short order, but first impressions and all...
The bright mid-morning sunlight shone at me through a mass of blonde hair atop a lithe, young woman. Her shape was limned in light, a slim figure, with just enough curves to be alluring, but not an ounce of extra weight anywhere. About what you would expect from a gymnast, I suppose.
'Hi, you must be Amy!' I welcomed her, opening the door wider and inviting her in.
'Yes,' she said timidly, a hint of nervousness showing on her adorable face. Her brown eyes were a little wide as she took in my studio, stopping briefly at my vintage prop car before settling on me.
'Your studio looks really nice,' she commented as she stepped inside.
'Thank you,' I said as I closed the door behind her, taking a moment to admire her firm ass and legs.
I walked her through the studio, commenting on the various props and equipment, just making small talk to calm her nerves a little. After going through the downstairs studio, I led her upstairs to my custom studio, the one set up specifically for this shoot, and the others scheduled in the coming days.
You see, I had hit upon the proverbial jackpot, through a former client and her contacts. The local gymnastics team had had a spectacular season and was qualified to compete in the regional gymnastics' championship, a great honor, and something that had not happened in decades.
Naturally, everyone was very pleased and enthusiastic on their behalf, though when it came to backing that enthusiasm up with donations, our local college town had failed spectacularly. The team was in a tight spot and needed to raise money to be able to travel to the championship in two months' time. They had sold about as many cookies and toilet rolls as possible, but with a population consisting, in large part, of less-than wealthy college students, they had decided to try another tactic.
Being a group of supremely fit and mostly pretty girls, someone, not me, had the bright idea to make a calendar. A slightly risqué calendar, with lots of naked skin and implied nudity.
It just so happened that the aunt of one of the star athletes was a former client of mine, a lovely woman I had many fond memories, and pictures, of. Naturally, she had put them in contact with me, and being the nice guy I am, I had offered to give them a hefty discount to help bolster their profits.
I would, of course, be getting my own payment from them in the form of lots of pictures and video of their bodies. Not to mention the copious amounts of cum I would be depositing in and on their bodies throughout.
Have I mentioned I love my hobby?
A total of ten girls would be parading in front of my cameras over the next couple of weeks, one for each month except June and December, which would be group shots. June would be two girls, to be determined by me after the initial shoots, and December the full group of ten together.
Amy was the first one, and from what I had seen, one of the prettiest, a strong contender for the duo shoot along with Alicia, who would be gracing my studio in a few days. Each gymnast would be modeling with their preferred gymnastics equipment, and so, my studio was a mini gym for the time being. Two of the shoots would have to be done at their gym, since somersaulting in a low-ceilinged studio struck me as a supremely bad idea.
Wrenching my mind back to today's shoot, I guided Amy over to the mats she would be using. I had attended one of their practice sessions to get some ideas of what to do, as not everything they did in their various routines would look good on camera naked.
Amy walked onto the mats, her body quivering with nervousness and anticipation. I could see the goosebumps covering her arms and legs. Turning in a little circle, she set her bag down and looked at me shyly.
'I'm a little nervous,' she confided. 'It's not really that I'm afraid it won't look good or anything, it's just the whole, naked on camera, that gets me a little.
I smiled at her, having expected this. Most of the girls were in their late teens or early twenties, so probably not virgins or anything, but still innocent in many ways.
'No worries, we'll take it slow, get you used to the camera first and take it from there. All the pictures in the calendar will be perfectly modest, there will be no actual nudity, only implied. I have been doing this for many years, and I can say without boasting that I have seen hundreds of naked women through my camera lens. They have all been very pleased with the results, and no-one has ever complained.'
Not that they could, given my powers of persuasion.
'I know,' Amy said sheepishly, 'Aunt Beth said so, and she told me you were very professional and respectful. But what will you do if something shows in one of the pictures? I mean, hopping around naked, something's bound to get caught on camera.'
'Of course,' I reassured her, 'that's impossible to avoid, though we will go through all the photos right after the session and decide which to use. All the others will be deleted from the camera right away.'
I almost crossed my fingers as I said it, though technically it was true. I just neglected to tell her everything was backed up to my cloud service real time, not to mention the video cameras hidden around the studio to capture all the angles.
'Ah, heck,' Amy said with a shake, 'it's no use postponing it, and it's not like I haven't been naked in front of a boy before, my boyfriend says I have a super body.'
With that, she started stripping off her clothes.
In short order, she was standing naked before me, her clothes in a pile on the floor next to her backpack. I noticed a slight blush in her cheeks, and trying not to be obvious, I noted that her nipples were stiff, like skin-colored peas glued to her modest tits. Modesty still had her in its grip, though, and she tried to cover herself without being obvious about it. I could see even more goosebumps across her chest and ass.
'Well,' I said, turning towards the camera equipment, 'I guess we'll get straight to the pictures, then.'
After clearing away the pile of clothes, I had Amy pull out the ribbon she used for her routine. The wide blue silk band would be perfect as a cover for her private parts, and I had her drape it across her body every which way as I started taking pictures.
'That's great, Amy, hold that pose!'
Click. Click. Click.
'Now lean back a little and move your right leg forward a little.' I snapped a couple of pictures as her modest bush peeked out beside the ribbon draped down her front.
