Chapter 5: A Star in the Making

That evening couldn’t come fast enough for me. I spent the day dusting off and charging my cameras that had sat, unused for so many months. The equipment felt familiar in my hands as I went through the familiar motions of set up. After so many years, I probably could have completed the routine in my sleep. I gently dusted all my sensors and lenses and walked myself through the evening plans.

I knew that she was going to be nervous and awkward, it almost always was the first time for a new girl. I would have to walk her through the poses I was looking for, guiding her body with my hands. That would be enjoyable, for both of us if I could get her in the right mood. I fiddle with light stands and reflectors. Evening shoots and bronze skin needed gold reflectors to emphasize curves and shadows.

I looked over at the little tool kit full of make up and decided against it for the first time. Kira was naturally beautiful and I wasn’t a skilled hand. Despite natural beauty, Kira would eventually have to learn how to do make up for basic shoots, as the light required for photo’s did affect the pictures. No matter how perfect the model, some make up was always required. I would have to bring in Jasmine, my trusty make up artist, when the shoots became more serious.

I had discovered her by accident several years ago as she had been a school friend of my daughter. I had worked with her for only six months before she became exclusive with one of my clients. I regretted losing her, she was dark and exotic. She showed her Persian heritage with dark eyes and hairs, bronze completion and a curvy form. She had taken to the work more readily than I could believe, and I missed working with her. He still loaned her to me for make up work, but due to their agreement, she couldn’t model for me anymore.

Lost in thoughts of my past, I finished the prep work before noon. I moved on to the hot tub and turned the heat up to a soothing temperature before setting the filter in it to clean the water. I gathered the used towels from the pool house and did a load of laundry, folding them and setting them in a neat stack near the patio door. Finally I laid out the selection of suits for the evening.

I switched the white bikini she had picked out with an almost identical version from a different collection. The material was quite a bit more thin, and when exposed to water became nearly transparent. I placed it last in line behind the slingshot and the black one piece that I was planning on having her wear first. The fabric was silky and soft to the touch as I ran my fingertips over the material. I had always found swimsuits more appealing, than nudity. Hinting and teasing let the imagination loose, where simple nudity left nothing for the mind to engage.

The rest of the day passed in a blur. I took Chunk out for his walk, letting him burn off excess energy and enjoyed the crisp air. Between the walk, my nap and a quick workout I had barely finished showering when I heard the knock on my back door. It was only quarter to five, she must have ran over immediately after school.

Still with just a towel wrapped around my waist, I made my way to the patio door and opened it. Kira blushed, stammering through an apology.

“I am sorry! I was excited so I come over directly from school. My mother thinks I am in study group until late tonight. I will come back later.” She bowed awkwardly and started to turn.

“No problem at all. No reason to leave, please come in.” I stepped to the side, one hand keeping the towel in place around my waist. “I just need to go throw some clothes on.”

She nodded quickly and we walked to the kitchen, her eyes glued to the floor. It amused me that she was so awkward around me in a towel, but in swim trunks which actually would have covered less she would have been fine. I always thought people had an odd view on nudity.

She took a seat at the breakfast bar, eyes focused on her hands and I went back into the bedroom to change. I came back into the kitchen sporting loose swim trunks and a long sleeve t shirt.

“All better” I said and motioned to my waist. “It’s a little early to start shooting because the light isn’t right but you can help me set up some equipment.”

Kira looked up, relief in my wardrobe evident on her face. She nodded quickly and popped out of her chair. I eyed her school uniform, a modest navy blue blazer over a white blouse and skirt that came to her knees. I didn’t realize they still had school uniforms like that. It didn’t do her figure any favors, but as she moved it was apparent that she was more busty than the uniform designers had anticipated.

“Would you like to change into something more comfortable? That doesn’t look like it was designed to work in. I have some workout clothes my daughters left behind. I meant to donate them.” Kira looked down and studied her uniform at my words, frowning in thought before nodding her head.

The box full of clothes I had meant to donate were sitting on the top of the stair case near my daughters room. There had been nothing wrong with the clothes, but my daughter usually enjoyed a daddy/daughter shopping trip when returning from school and didn’t mind if I cleared “last seasons fashion” items from her closet.

She grabbed the box and disappeared into the bathroom, coming out in simple shorts and a disappointingly thick flannel shirt tied daisy duke style to deal with the excess material. We spent the next 30 minutes positioning lights and reflector screens around the pool and porch area. She showed interest in the entire process asking a non stop stream of questions.

Finally as the golden hour for shooting was approaching I looked around approvingly. “I think that will do it! It is time for my model to get ready for her first shoot.”

Kira clapped her hands and did a tiny dance of excitement before dashing off to change. I yelled after her, “The black suit first please!”

Several minutes later she pranced back out, hair pulled back into a ponytail wearing the form fitting black one piece. The suit followed every curve, the gentle curves of her breasts visible in the sheer V running down the front, all the way down to the almost indecent level far below her navel. As she spun, I could see that her breasts spilled out the sides of the generous arm opening as they fought against the confines of the fabric.

“You look lovely, the suit really becomes you Kira.” I touched her shoulder straps, adjusting them a bit further out.

She beamed up at me, “Do you think so? I am excited to see the pictures!”

I held up my camera and gestured to the set up near the pool, “We should get started then shouldn’t we.”

We walked over to the side of the pool and I started to walk her through the basics. Her poses were awkward, which was normal and I had to come readjust her every pose. “See?” I said as I pulled her arm slight lower, “If you hold your arm like that the shadow it casts blocks the light here,” I placed my hand on her hip, “which needs the light to show the curve down here.” my hand traveled down the side of her leg.

I could feel her tremble at my touches, which grew more intimate as we continued. Eventually she calmed down and started to appear less stiff. “There you go, you’re getting it now but we’re missing something. I stroked my chin as I looked at her, now laying on her side, body gorgeous against the backdrop of the blue pool.

“I know!” I trotted to the deck and came back with a bottle of baby oil. “This will help your skin contrast a little more. I must be out of it to forget this.”

Kira started to rise and reached for the bottle but I reached out and stopped her. “No, you’re finally in position, just relax this will only take a minute.”

The oil was cool so I squirted a liberal amount into my hands and rubbed them together to warm them up. Kira watched my hands and I saw the goosebumps rise as I leaned down and started rubbing the oil onto her wrists, working my way slowly up her arm. My hands gently massaged my way up her arm, and I felt her pulse quicken under my touch.

The slow massage continued up to her shoulders and the side of her neck. She shivered as my hands caressed the back of her neck and moved down. Acting casual I applied more oil to my hands and moved from her neck to the sweeping neckline, working the tips of my fingers under the material around her breasts. Her breath stopped and I pretended not to notice as I finished and moved to her other arm, repeating the process from wrist to neck.

She started to glisten against the gentle golden glow of the reflectors. She visibly un-clentched her muscles as I stood up, thinking I was done.

“Alright Kira, we’re almost done.” I smiled at her and she followed my gaze to her legs.

With a swallow and a deep breath, she put on a professional face and nodded. I took the queue and moved down, starting with her ankle. I deliberately slowed down, my fingers caressing her legs, giving special attention to the inside of her thighs. As my fingers moved up and met the hem of her suit, my fingertips moved under the edge on her hips and I slowly moved my way in, follow the curve of the material.

The teen’s breathing became more shallow as my fingers moved to the inside of her leg, gently and deliberately trailing over the edges of her pussy. Her eyes closed and she shuddered, but didn’t protest at my touch. I poured more oil and repeated the procedures on her other thigh, this time I noticed a wet heat as my fingers brushed the teen’s folds. Her eyes were still closed and I snuck a peek at her, noticing her nipples clearly hardening in her suit.

I smiled and worked my way down her leg, glad that my gamble paid off. She was responding as I hoped and I knew tonight was going to be a success. I finished the rest of the leg and stood up, wiping my hands off on a small towel before returning to my camera.

“Alright Kira, I’m going to need you to open your eyes and pull your hair back honey.” Her eyes opened with a start as she came out of wherever her imagination had taken her. She blinked several times and haltingly followed my directions.

After another 15 minutes of posing her in various positions I looked up at the sun. “Sweetheart, we’re going to need to do a wardrobe change if we’re going to catch the last two suits in the right light. Run on inside and grab that blue one will you?” I watched her retreat inside with appreciating, her black suit riding up between her oiled ass cheeks.

Scant minutes later, Kira walked out carefully in the slingshot bikini. With each step it strained to reveal her. Her hands clamped the suit against her breasts, keeping the thin material from straying too far. The suit had already ridden up, clearly outlining everything in the metallic blue and Kira’s red face glowed with the knowledge that my eyes were hungrily drinking it all in.

She approached me and hoarsely whispered, “Mr. Dan, I don’t think I can. This suit will not stay.” She looked up desperately at me, “The oil makes it difficult...” She trailed off and looked down when it became apparent that I wasn’t going to provide her an easy out.

I looked down and put my hands on her shoulders, “Sweety, this is all part of the process. There has never been a shoot I’ve had without working with difficult wardrobes.” my fingers moved down her arms and gave them a gentle squeeze. “This will be good practice and speaking of oil...”

She frowned, puzzled, until I reached down and pulled the oil out of my pocket. “There are a couple areas we need to touch up.” Her brown eyes widened and she stepped back involuntarily.

I took the opportunity to guide her by the shoulders until her back was to me, then lifted her hands up and away from their position holding her suit in place. “Up like this” I quietly murmured from my position behind her. “Hold this position, arms up like that.”

Her body shuddered as I squirted oil on her exposed back and sensually started to massage the area previously covered by the black one piece. It was a deliberate action, as my fingers moved their way down, covering the small of her back in the slippery liquid. She started to sway in rhythm with my hands as I finished and moved my caresses forward around her waist.

She sank back into me, unaware as my hands massaged her hips and moved forward, gliding their way under the thin straps of the slingshot and moving down. Her breathing was in time with the motion of my fingers and I dared to go a little further this time. My right hand dipped down lower and fully caressed her pussy under the suit in one long, full stroked. My middle finger dipped ever so gently between the folds and felt heat and the dampness of desire.

Kira’s breath caught in her throat, and her body went stock still until the hand trailed free and started moving up her body again. Her body slumped further against mine with a tiny release of breath. Her body pressed against mine was having an affect on me as well, but I didn’t shift myself away. I knew she must feel my cock pressing against her back.

I looked down at her, watching my hands work their way up her tight, teen flesh. We both shivered as my fingers slipped yet more oil under the supple curves of her breasts, and once more as they moved up fully under the material and I held one in each hand. I was barely being subtle in my lust at this point and rubbed the oil into each for far longer than necessary, pausing only to pinch her erect nipples between my cupped fingers.

She gasped as I pinched and pressed her body further into mine. I wanted to dwell there, hands bringing the most delicious reactions from her squirming form but eventually I continued, ending with my hands under the thin material over her shoulders. We both breathed heavily until I gently lifted her forward.

Kira stumbled, coming out of a trance until her legs found her. A single nervous laugh escaped her lips and her hands reached up to catch the material that had freed itself from it’s perch on her breasts.

“Well I think that is enough oil for tonight, let’s get shooting while the light is still on our side!” I said brightly. She turned and blinked at me, hands busy trying to adjust her suit to modesty, but only succeeding in making the material more slick.

I motioned to the poolside with a wave, “Honey, we’re going to go through the same set of poses as before. I think this time you can do with a little less guidance, just try to remember how I fixed your posture in each pose and think about the light.”

She gave me a shaky nod, murmuring, “Hai ... Yes, I understand.”

Her legs wobbled as she stumbled into position. The blush extended from her face to her chest, and she hesitantly went through the positions we practiced earlier. She had to constantly readjust her suit which threatened to slide off at almost every shift. I got a full view on several occasions of her full breast, nipples hard in the cool evening air.