I was in the middle of a flower bed in the city park near my home, doing a little macrophotography. I had been shooting flowers and the occasional bumblebee for about a half-hour. The park is home to a soccer pitch, a baseball diamond, and various play structures, since it was mainly intended for the local children. The city had installed a couple of flower beds around the perimeter, surrounded by low stone walls, and the summer's weather had been good to the flowers, and the fat bees.
I looked up at one point, and noticed her watching me from a corner of the flower bed. She was one of my neighbours, a cute little blonde who had obviously just dropped one of her kids off at the soccer practice that was underway across the park. She must have picked him up right after work, as she was still in a dress and heels, rather than jeans or shorts like most of the other soccer moms. I rocked back from my knees, and looked at her.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Please don't let me disturb you. I saw you from across the park and was just wondering what you were doing in the middle of the flower bed. I'll leave you alone."
She started to turn away, and something made me call out to her. "No, don't go. I was about to wrap up anyway, so you're not disturbing me at all." To prove it, I stood up and lifted my camera and tripod out of the dirt, and started navigating my way through the flowers to the edge of the stones, where I had left my gadget bag. She turned back, and slowly wandered over to where I was, sitting down on the stone wall, hands clasping her knees.
As I started rummaging in my gadget bag, she looked at my equipment, and said, "You certainly seem to have some professional gear. Do you make money at this, or is it only a hobby?"
"Well, it's mainly a hobby that I can't really afford, so I do some work that I get paid for, and that keeps me in equipment." As I picked up a second camera from my bag, I turned to look at her, and was caught by the way the sun was striking her face, glowing through her hair. She had let it down from the ponytail it was originally in, and it fanned around her face and over her shoulders, the light breeze moving wisps of it across her face.
I immediately brought the camera to my eye and started shooting, framing her head and shoulders with the zoom lens, then moving in for the head shot. I leaned at different angles, and kept shooting as she moved her head to look at me.
"What are you doing? Don't take my picture. I really don't like to be photographed."
I ignored her complaints, as the camera loved this woman. I started directing her to turn her head, bring her chin down a little, put a hand to her face, and run her fingers through her hair. She actually stopped complaining with my first posing direction, so I kept shooting, and kept talking to her. I paused after a moment, and asked, "Why don't you like having your picture taken?"
"Because I never look good in pictures. I'm not very photogenic."
"You haven't been photographed correctly. Take a look, you look great in the photos." I showed her some of the shots I had taken, using the preview screen on the back of my camera.
She got very quiet as she viewed them, then in a soft voice, said, "You're very good. Those are fantastic photos. I've never looked like that."
"Would you like to do some more? You're quite a good portrait subject. Do you have time to pose?"
"Well, my son will be at soccer practice for a while longer, so all right."
"Okay, let's see what we've got." I moved to one side of her, and looked over her body. "Sit up straight. Look out toward the edge of the park. I took a few profile shots, noting her excellent facial features, and what appeared to be large breasts.
"Lean over, wrap your arms around your knees then rest your head on your knees. Turn your face toward me. Don't smile; look wistful." I took a couple of more shots, moving from one side to directly in front of her, and then came back to the side.
"Are you wearing pantyhose, or stockings?"
"What? Why is that important?"
"I want to see a bit more of your leg from the side, with your face on your knees the way you were. If you're wearing stockings, they probably have a pretty lace top. If there's part of that visible under the hem of your dress, it adds an element of sexiness and mystery to the photo. If you're wearing pantyhose, then they won't be pretty, and we'll keep that air of mystery out of things."
"We-e-ell, okay. They're stockings."
"Great." As I crouched to one side, I said, "Pull your dress back a little, so the top of your stockings start to show. You may need to lift a bit to pull it out from under you, and let it bunch a little at your waist, rather than lower down."
She looked around, and seeing that there was no one anywhere near us, she lifted up a few inches, then pulled at the waist of her dress, and the tops of her stockings came into view.
"Okay, that's enough for now. Let's try that." I coached her back into position, and took a few more shots. I liked the result, but thought I could get slightly more eroticism into the shot. "Can you pull your dress back a little further? I want to get a hint of thigh above the lace top."
She looked at me for a second, debating, then lifted and once again pulled her dress up before sitting back down. I took a few more shots, and looked at the results. "Okay, that's a problem."
"Well, I guess it's because you're not very tall, but to get enough leg to show above the top of your stockings, I can see your panties in the shot. They're not very high-cut. It's too bad, because I keep seeing this flash of white. If you'd been wearing high-cut ones, or a thong, we wouldn't have this problem."
"Or if I were four inches taller." I laughed and agreed with her. She paused for a moment, and then offered, "I could take them off. Would that help?"
"Well, we certainly wouldn't have to worry about a flash of white in the shot if you did. It's up to you."
She looked around again, then reached under the dress and grabbed the waistband of her panties, pulling them down over the stockings, and off her feet. She looked around for a place to put them, when I said, "Hold them in one hand, and let them dangle from your fingers. I took another series of shots with her panties conspicuously visible in her hand, including a couple making her appear to be sniffing at the crotch.
I took more shots from the side, this time with her dress positioned to show not only all of her thigh above the stockings, but also a part of her ass. From some angles, the lower part of her vulva was visible, and I could tell that she had a full bush of pubic hair.
I moved in front of her, and had her move one leg lower, and a little to the side, exposing her triangle of hair, and some of her cleft. I could detect moisture through the longer lens I was using.
I moved a little closer to her as she asked, "Do you do this kind of photography often?"
"Do you mean the flowers, or shooting people?"
"Oh, I meant the people, especially women. Do you always get them to take their underwear off?"
"Well, taking your underwear off was your idea, but it seems to have agreed with you. You're getting wet. Does the thought of getting naked for some photos turn you on?"
"Hmmm, I think it does."
"Spread your knees, let me see."
Amazingly, she opened her legs about two feet. I sat back and had a clear view of her wet labia, even through the forest of hair.
"Okay, I'm going to tell you what kind of photos I quite often take. We'll see if you're interested. You'll have to imagine yourself as the model, and if that interests you, then maybe you should spend some time in my studio. Okay?"
She looked at me for a second, then nodded slowly, an undercurrent of fear visible on her face, but not strong enough to move her off the course I was setting.
"Okay. To start, put your fingers in the waistband of your panties, and stretch them out straight. Now, roll them from the waist to the crotch, just like you'd roll a cigar. When you're done, hold the two ends of the roll, and tie a knot in the middle."
She followed the instructions, looking at me a little puzzled. When she was done, I took the knotted panties, then held them to her mouth, and told her to open up. Another flash of fear crossed her face, but her lips opened, and I put the knot behind them and her teeth, turning the panties into a gag.
"I'm afraid you might make some noise, and we wouldn't want the little kids to come running, now would we?"
She shook her head, and I thought I could hear a little moan, whether of fear or arousal I wasn't sure.
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