Chapter 3 Photographer's Model
For several days after the barbecue, Gerald's business card remained tucked away in Beverley's handbag. Her husband Graham was up in the north of the country on a business trip so was unavailable to discus it. She had mentioned it briefly to her friend and colleague Dorothy that Gerald wanted to photograph her and had detected a certain amount of hesitation from Dorothy.
Dorothy had confirmed that Gerald was a photographer with an outstanding reputation for high quality work. However she also confirmed that he had an even bigger reputation as an opportunistic womaniser. Beverley wasn't particularly surprised by this after his advances to her at the barbecue; and also because in her view most men, including her husband Graham, were constantly weighing up opportunities for casual sex, Beverley considered herself to be quite capable of rebuffing any unwanted advances.
That evening Graham rang to say that he would be away for several more days. Beverley reminded him that she was thinking of responding to Gerald's request to photograph her. As she expected, Graham had no objection; she knew he was turned on by the idea of other men seeing her naked.
The following day she rang Gerald's number; Sylvia, his partner, picked up the 'phone.
'Gerald isn't here just now, Beverley, but I know he will be pleased you rang. He told me after the barbecue how much he wanted to photograph you. I'll get him to give you a call.'
An hour later, Gerald returned her call and an appointment was made for the following afternoon.
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In the morning, Beverley spent some time grooming herself for the photo session. She had previously asked Gerald how he wanted her to dress and he had replied that it was immaterial as he was intending to photograph her nude. To ensure she had no strap marks she went bra-less; her only item of underclothes being a pair of French knickers with a non elasticated tie tape.
As she drove into the parking lot in front of Gerald's studio, Beverley encountered Sylvia on her way out.
'Sorry Beverley I can't stay, I'm off to London for a few days to meet an old friend and take in some shows. You'll find my daughter Linda inside with Gerald, bye.'
Beverley pressed the door bell and, after announcing who she was, was admitted to the entrance lobby. She pushed her way through a swing door and found herself in a large airy room surrounded by all the paraphernalia of a modern photographic studio.
'Hello Beverley,' Linda called out from a gantry above the studio and then hurried down the staircase to greet Beverley. 'It's so nice to see you again, Beverley, I've been thinking of you ever since our last meeting.' Linda stood on tiptoes and kissed Beverley generously on the mouth. Somehow Linda's hand found its way inside her dress and was caressing her breasts.
'Gerald asked me to help you prepare for the photo session. Shall I help you undress?' Linda asked and then, without waiting for a reply, unzipped the back of her dress. Beverley slid the dress to the floor and stepped out of it.
'Oh Beverley, you are so beautiful; can I take your knickers off?' Again, without pause she unfastened the tape on Beverley's French knickers and pulled them gently down to the floor. 'Gerald suggested that it would make you feel less embarrassed if I was nude too,' Linda said and immediately began to strip of her clothes. Linda moved closer to Beverley and kissed her passionately on the lips a again. This time Beverley responded without reserve.
'Oh Beverley, I do love you. When can we make love together again?' she asked breathlessly.
'Ah, the beautiful sexy Beverley,' Gerald exclaimed as he strolled into the studio; the two women quickly pulled apart. 'Linda, stop making love to my model,' he joked. He looked appraisingly at Beverley's body.
'Would you like a glass of wine?' Gerald asked. 'It will help you to relax.'
'Yes please,' Beverley replied gratefully.
'Linda rub some body lotion into Beverley's skin to tone her up please. I'll get some wine' he said as he left the studio.
At Linda's direction Beverley lay down on a couch. She watched as Linda poured body lotion on her hands and began to gently rub it into Beverley's pliant body. She spent a long time squeezing and caressing Beverley's breasts before moving down to her thighs.
'Open your legs for me,' Linda commanded before continuing with her massage. Occasionally she allowed her fingers to stray into Beverley's vaginal orifice.
'Red or white?' Gerald enquired when he returned carrying two bottles. Beverley opted for white and sat up to have a preliminary gulp to steady her nerves.
'Are those breasts real?' he enquired and began to squeeze Beverley's breasts in an extremely intimate manner.
'Yes of course they are.' She got up off the couch to divert him from his intimate examination of her body and perched on a stool while continuing to sip her wine. The warm taste in her throat was relaxing. 'How are you intending to photograph me,' she enquired.
'To tell you the truth Beverley, I'm having a bit of a problem. You've got such an incredibly sexy body that I'm finding it impossible to concentrate on photography. I really need to fuck you first, and then I'll be able to get down to work.' Gerald said frankly.
He walked towards Beverley and pulled her quickly to her feet causing wine from her glass to spill onto her breasts.
'Sorry darling,' he murmured, 'but that chilled wine will perk up your nipples nicely.' Gerald began to lick the wine of her breasts. Beverley backed away.
'Gerald, I'm here to model for you not to fuck you,' Beverley said firmly.
'Oh, that's a pity; in that case there is no alternative, I shall have to masturbate,' he said to Beverley's surprise.
