All weekend I fretted about having posed nude for Justin's Dad. I know, I should've just refused to allow him to take off my panties but, somehow, he had managed to get me to adjust my attitude about nudity and, well, I just let him do it. To masturbate him afterwards was simply inexcusable but it was the photos that were going to be a problem. I assumed Justin would never see them for obvious reasons, but the fact that Mr. Brockman had them meant I could always be blackmailed by him or others.
So I wasn't surprised when I got a call Monday morning from Mr. Brockman.
"Carol!" He cheerfully greeted me. "The pictures are just incredible! You've got to see them! Are you available to come over this morning?" Of course Mrs. Brockman would be at school getting ready for classes that began the following week, and Justin was signing up for fall classes at Pierce College so we would be alone. No surprise. I knew what was coming.
The irony wasn't wasted on me that I was going to blackmailed over nude photos...by a nudist of all people! It was no accident that Mr. Brockman had the house to himself today. I knew what to expect when I got over there. And I had little choice but to do whatever Mr. Brockman asked of me. Just so long as I got those photos, and the negatives.
I started to dress in my usual summer attire, tee shirt, shorts and sandals but somehow I found my mind wandering as I looked in my closet. I knew good and well that I probably would have to use my sexual power over Mr. Brockman to get those photos. Oh yes. I knew I had power over him, just as he had power over me. His brief look at my nubile young body had provoked a decidedly sexual reaction in him. He was used to seeing women naked, but for whatever reason, he found my slender figure quite arousing. So, yes. I had some cards to play today.
So, instead of my typical summer fare, I found myself digging deep into my closet. I found an old school dress that was my favorite when I was in Junior high. It was kind of short, blue and white checkered with puffy white sleeves. There was lace around the hem and, to my surprise, it still fit me quite well. Well, it was pretty short but I didn't consider that to be a problem. While wandering down memory lane, I found the first pair of bikini panties that my Mom ever let me wear. They were my absolute favorites back then and I wore them at least a couple days a week no matter what. Of course they had been laundered a million times and were threadbare now but, again, I didn't think that would matter.
I had butterflies in my stomach as I wound my way up Topanga to the Brockman's house. I had no idea how this would play out but I knew I couldn't leave without those photos. I parked in front of the Brockman's house and knocked on the door. Mr. Brockman greeted me dressed in his bathrobe which I considered to be better than completely naked which was always possible at their house.
"What a cute little outfit honey!" He smiled at me. He put his arm around my waist and led me into the living room.
"I just couldn't believe how wonderful those photos we shot the other day came out!" He said shaking his head. "You have this perfect look of innocence on your face Carol. It's so hard to capture that in a woman." He took me out to the studio where he had the photos.
"You must have natural ability to relax in front of the camera." Mr. Brockman told me as he assembled the photos. "I've shot lots of pictures of this type and, usually, the model will start to "Pose." It makes the photos look fake somehow. To have the camera actually capture that alluring look of vulnerability that you have is very difficult. He showed me one of the photos of me sitting in the chair with my legs hanging over the arms. My pussy was wide open and all of my girlish "Pink" was on display. My eyes were downcast and my curly red hair looked disheveled.
"See that naturally innocent look Carol?" He asked. I agreed with Mr. Brockman but I was honestly just waiting for him to proposition me so we could negotiate for the pictures.
"Now look at this one." He selected a similar shot but, in this one, I was holding my open my little red haired pussy. "See that expression on your face honey? It looks like you're about to burst into tears."
Of course I actually was about to burst into tears when Mr. Brockman took that photograph. Maybe he wasn't aware of it, having photographed so many naked women before, but I had never been seen nude by anyone except for Justin whom I knew very very well. I looked on as he announced his "Masterpiece!" The shot of me kneeling on his desk chair holding open my ass cheeks so he could photograph my asshole. I couldn't remember ever having seen my asshole before! But there it was. Just a tiny pink dimple about the size of a dime. My goodness! And then below it, my tightly closed pussy lips were lewdly displayed. They were a delicate pink color compared to the snowy white color of my thighs.
"That's just a world class shot Carol!" He complimented me. "Just look at how your eyes seem to be avoiding the camera. Almost as if you were ashamed to be viewed naked."
"Well I was ashamed Mr. Brockman!" I finally spat out. "What did you think? That I always go around naked, letting men pose me like that? I let you take off my panties in the spirit of nudism. The Human Body is Nothing To Be Ashamed Of. But, to pose in such sexually provocative poses, well, yes I was embarrassed and ashamed! I've never let anyone take pictures like that of me before. Now, you've got those pictures and you could do anything you like with them." I couldn't face my boyfriend's Dad. I had said what I had to say and now I was quiet.
"Carol, is that what you think?" He asked me directly. "That I'm going to...to hold you up for ransom or something? You think I'm trying to blackmail you honey?"
I looked up to meet his eyes. He looked shocked. Shocked and disappointed. "
"My goodness young lady." He curtly replied. He quickly got to his feet and moved to his desk where he had the rest of the pictures. He stacked them up and held them out to me. "Here." He offered all of the nude shots to me. Now I was shocked. I hesitantly took the photos and then remembered the negatives. He could easily make more.
Reading my mind Mr. Brockman added, "Oh, I'll get the negatives Carol. Honestly. I'm so disappointed. I really thought you would love these. These aren't just seamy pornographic shots. These are truly erotic! Why, look at the effect they had on me when we did them Carol. Do you think I get all hard like that from taking nude photos of a woman...any woman?" With that said, he headed for the darkroom to get the negatives.
I found myself looking through the pictures as Mr. Brockman looked for the negatives in the next room. Looking at the photos and remembering the experience of posing for him. The little things he'd said to me. Asking me to relax. Giving me encouragement. Making me feel like Marilyn Monroe as he shot the photos. I also remembered getting excited myself when I realized he'd become hard while shooting the pictures. I began to experience feelings of arousal just remembering what it felt like to have a man, a physically attractive and mature man like Mr. Brockman take off my panties and see me naked.
But, No! I was here to get the photos and the negatives and I couldn't leave without them
I absentmindedly opened the top right desk drawer where Mr. Brockman kept his secret stash of "Other" photos wondering, I guess, if he had lots of pictures like the ones he'd taken of me in there. Maybe I was overreacting a bit. I glanced at the door to the darkroom and then I opened the folder with the eight by ten glossies in it. There were lots of shots from the nudist camp. Then the shots of Nancy and Louise and Justin. Justin was just so cute back then! He was wearing those surfer "Baggies" and had that goofy smile. I had to admit I found both of the Brockman men very sexually attractive. Then, towards the bottom of the pile...there was the shot of Mrs. Brockman holding her panties to the side and showing her pussy. I studied the expression on her face which seemed to say "Want some of this big boy?" I wondered what Mr. Brockman had said to her before he shot the photo.
I checked the darkroom door again and then looked at the final shots in the stack. I had to stop myself from gasping out loud when I saw the next photo. Mr. Brockman was lying on what I assumed was his bed. His eyes were closed and he wore an expression of rapturous joy as Nancy crouched before him, his penis buried in her mouth! Behind her, eighteen year old Louise was holding her pussy lips open and appeared to be about to lick her mother's vagina!
My brain refused to comprehend the debauched sight I was witnessing and I quickly shuffled through to the next picture. In this one Nancy was lying on the bed, her legs well apart and Louise was kneeling between her legs actually kissing her mother's pussy! Behind her knelt Ray Brockman holding his familiar rock hard penis and preparing to fuck his teenaged daughter! My mind was spinning now and I could barely comprehend what I'd seen. Then I heard Mr. Brockman about to reenter the room and I quickly stuffed the photos back into the folder and shoved them into the drawer.
"Here you are Carol." Mr. Brockman said, handing me the negatives. "I wish you would reconsider though. Pictures like that are very very rare. It's a one shot opportunity. If you destroy them, I doubt we could ever duplicate them."
Relieved to now have the pictures and negatives in my possession, I had to reflect: This hadn't been hard at all. Mr. Brockman hadn't tried to pull anything on me and I was apparently free to go. I felt, well, kind of bad about coming over here all upset about the "Dirty" pictures he'd taken of me when he saw them in a completely different light.
"Well, I won't destroy them Mr. Brockman, but I'll feel better about having them where I know they're safe.
"Great honey! I think you'll be glad some day that you have those photos. You're a very beautiful girl Carol. Very beautiful. I'd love to shoot more with you. Not necessarily nude shots, but erotic photos."
"Not nude? " I didn't really understand. "Don't I have to be naked for the pictures to be erotic?"
"No, not necessarily. To capture a woman's personal sexual aura is difficult to do and not all women can show it if they are uncomfortable about nudity, which, well, I guess you are. A little." He smiled when he said it. Mr. Brockman was trying to tell me I was hung up about being naked which we both knew was true. I appreciated the way he tried to handle it.
"What kind of photos do you mean then Mr. Brockman?" I asked, curious now.
"Well I love that little dress Carol!" He gave me that smile again. "It's just a touch too short for you. That's kind of sexy, don't you think?" Without waiting for a reply, Mr. Brockman picked up his 35 millimeter camera off his desk and prepared to shoot a picture.
