I was sitting on a bench at one side of the room, a small suitcase filled with clothes beside me. Beautiful girls and photographer's assistants swirled around me, although none of them paid any attention to me. I was there to try and start chasing a dream, although right now it seemed like little more than a foolish quest fueled by some stupid ambition.
I was a forty year-old divorcée, the mother of two boys, and I had always thought of myself as fairly pretty, at least in my own narcissistic way. Several of my friends had always suggested that I could model, and I had gone as far as having a couple of photo shoots done, mainly to get portraits for business, or with my boys. A couple of the photos of me had been quite dramatic, and made me look very beautiful, and that led to more comments from my friends that I should try modeling.
In the end, I found an on-line announcement of an open photography session being put on by one of the local fashion photographers. The session was being offered so that current and aspiring models could get new portfolio shots, and head shots for tear sheets and résumés. The cost was fairly reasonable, so on a whim I decided to sign up for it.
I got an e-mail with suggestions on how to dress, how to do my make-up and hair, and what kind of clothes to bring with me, including a couple of changes so I could get different styles of photo. One of the suggestions was a bikini, which made me a little worried. I had never seen myself wearing a bikini for photographs. I was, after all, forty years old, a mother, and not some dewy-eyed eighteen year-old. I had kept myself in good shape through hours at the gym and a lot of running, but I still had forty years of wear on my body. My legs were one of my best assets, and I had been told I had a really good ass, but my breasts were quite small. For modeling they might be okay, but they didn't help when it came to attracting men.
As I watched the parade of gorgeous girls go by, and saw the number of times the flash went off from the studio in the next room, I was getting more and more convinced that this had been a really bad idea. I was seconds away from picking up my suitcase, forfeiting the money I had paid, and walking out the door.
Without warning, someone dropped to their knees in front of me. Warm hands cupped my knees and I stared into deep blue eyes under a wild tangle of unnaturally red hair; it was obviously not a colour that existed in nature, but on this girl's beautiful face it was a perfect fit. "So, you're here for the shoot?" I nodded, not quite capable of speech given the shock of her appearance in front of me.
"Great!" Eyes scanned me up and down. "This what you're wearing?" Another nod. "Okay, let's see what we've got." 'This' was a dress that buttoned all the way down. It was fairly tight, and showed the shape of my body fairly well. It was also somewhat short, since it only came to mid-thigh.
"I think we need to undo some more buttons ... let a bit more of you show through. Are you wearing a bra?"
"N-No." I finally found my voice as I shook my head.
Her next move surprised me as she simply started undoing the upper buttons of my dress, finally stopping when it was opened to at least the level of my nipples. She pulled the sides open a little, watching my cleavage, such as it was. My shock increased when she slipped a hand in the opening and found my nipple on that side. She squeezed it for a moment, then rolled it a bit. When it was fully erect and very hard, she did the same with the other one, then withdrew her hands and smoothed the front of my dress over my breasts. When she could see the tents my nipples were making, she smiled and muttered, "That's better."
The buttons at the bottom of my dress were next. When she stopped, I was sure she could discern the colour of my panties. "What kind of panties are you wearing? A thong, bikinis?"
"Lift up. They'll leave marks. Either wear a very small thong, or go without." Without even realizing what I was doing, I had raised my hips while she spoke, and I felt my panties sliding down my thighs. She dropped them on my suitcase, then put her hands back on my knees and eased my legs apart. I didn't feel the hand going between them until her fingers touched my pussy, pressing in to split my labia, seeking out my clit. Her thumb swept over my shaved mound, and I saw a hint of a smile cross her lips.
When her middle finger found my clit she started rubbing the tip of my little man, and I flinched at the initial contact. Her eyes locked back on mine, and she could see the fear I was undoubtedly feeling, along with the arousal that made me moan just then.
"When I shoot you, I want you to be hot, and aroused, and wet. I want you to think about my hands on your body. I want you to long for that feeling. I want you to call to me through the camera. I want you to want me, to want me to fuck you and make you come, screaming your way into an orgasm."
I had never been with another woman in my life, not even for a little friendly masturbation as a teenager, yet this beautiful person was making me so turned on that I was ready to undo the rest of my buttons and offer myself to her right now. "I ... I'm not gay..."
She smiled, beaming at me. I wasn't sure if it was a predatory look. "That's okay. I am, and for today only one of us needs to be. You're going to try to seduce me while I shoot you. Maybe later we'll try some other photos, after you finish the seduction. By the way, my name's Tina."
I smiled at the similarity of our names. "Mine is Nina."
She stood up and smiled at me again. "Relax. I think you're going to work out perfectly. Someone will be out to get you in a few minutes." She strode off to the studio room, leaving me as suddenly as she had appeared.
I was a storm of emotions, oscillating between being incredibly aroused and intrigued, and incredibly scared and ready to flee. I was looking around wildly when one of the assistants appeared before me and helped me to my feet, then grabbed my suitcase and led me away. My panties were still draped over the suitcase, but she didn't say anything about them.
In the studio I was positioned in front of a backdrop, in the midst of a collection of lights and umbrellas and softboxes. Tina appeared before me, about eight feet away, and started firing instructions at me as assistants did last-minute things to my hair, and straightened out any wrinkles in my dress.
Tina started shooting, posing me in various ways, getting me to look in one direction or another, smile or not smile, hands on my hips, hands in my hair, hands behind me, knees bent, one leg kicked out or striding forward. She was firing commands at me as often as the flashes were going off. Each time they went off they made a loud popping noise and the room filled with light.
I had no idea how long this went on, but suddenly she paused and loudly said, "Where's Eric?" I looked to my left as a blond Viking stepped up to me. He was wearing a tuxedo, but the tie was undone and hanging over his unbuttoned shirt, and he had the jacket slung over his right shoulder. He had a two-day growth of beard on his chin, and I was ready to have all of his children; I felt a strong pulse of something go through my lower abdomen when I felt him step behind me, so close that we were touching.
Tina brought the camera back up to her eye at the same time as she said, "Okay Eric, hold her." As she started shooting, his left arm came up to wrap around me, but his hand went right in the unbuttoned top of my dress and continued until I felt it close firmly on my right breast. He used the grip to pull me into his body, and opened his fingers just enough to allow my nipple to slip between two of them. When he brought the fingers back together, my nipple got squeezed hard and I opened my mouth to say something.
I heard Tina yelling, "Perfect ... just like that," and I realized that the shocked expression on my face was what she wanted. Eric started massaging my breast as he worked on my nipple, and I felt another twinge in my pussy; I wondered if she would shoot me while I massaged his cock, or just draped my naked body over his.
After a couple of more shots, Tina yelled, "Susan, get in there." A girl who looked sixteen but was probably in her twenties stepped into the shot and went to one knee by my right leg. Her left arm reached up to hold the back of my thigh, under my dress and very close to my ass. Her right arm swept the flap of my dress toward her, exposing my entire leg.
She must have pulled it too far, as Tina said, "Not so wide. We're getting out of PG territory." Susan moved my dress back a little, and I realized that she had probably opened it far enough to allow the lower parts of my bare pussy to show in the photos. I felt her right hand sliding up the inside of my thigh, and knew that if she went much higher we would once again be out of PG territory.
Tina took another series of photos as Eric and Susan kept their hands on my body, sometimes with one of my hands covering theirs. All I knew was that my breast and my leg were both getting thoroughly massaged, and I could feel myself getting wetter by the minute. For a few of the shots my left hand was on Eric's hip; what I really wanted to do was to move it behind me so I could massage his muscle the way he was doing to my breast.
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