Art in Reality Ch. 07-10

'Sorry,' Katie said and lifted her legs back up as she had been instructed. 'I do trust you. I wouldn't be sat here in my pants if I didn't.' She struck a serious, innocent look, with a hint of a smile.

Lucy smiled.

'Good. Keep doing as you're told,' Lucy resumed her activity. 'Book open. Resting on your legs. Good. I need to adjust your T-shirt.'

Lucy leant in and fiddled with the T-shirt; pulling some bits away and pushing other bits against Katie's body. The contact, in places, was quite personal.

'What are you up to?' Katie asked, trying to keep a neutral tone.

'Making your boobs more visible,' Lucy replied in a matter of fact manner. Katie's eyebrows shot up.

'Look babe, you asked for sexy,' Lucy said assertively. 'In this shot we're going for miles of leg, a hint of bum cheek and a shadowy impression of boobs. Okay?'

'Okay,' Katie replied submissively. Lucy finished off by draping Katie's hair around her shoulders, before stepping back to the camera.

'Gorgeous,' she said, looking through the viewfinder. 'Eyes on the book. Neutral expression. Chin down slightly. Little more.'

The flash blasted as the shutter clicked. Katie jumped and blinked.

'Sorry,' she said.

'Don't worry,' Lucy replied. 'Your body reacted way after the shutter closed. In hundredths of a second terms. That was a great shot. On to the next.'

~

The next shot was of Katie brushing her hair, looking in the bathroom mirror. Lucy picked out a pair of low cut, tight jeans and a tank top for Katie to wear and photographed her from behind. With both arms raised, brushing hair, the top rode up Katie's waist to reveal her lower back and the two dimples above her bum, whilst the jeans shaped her bottom exquisitely.

~

Over the course of the next two hours, they worked their way through several more shots and several more glasses of wine. Katie had completely relaxed into the swing of it, under Lucy's expert and confidence inducing direction. In her minds eye, Katie's favourites were a picture of herself brushing her teeth in a lovely set of silky pyjamas; one of doing sit-ups in a little pair of running shorts and a sports bra; and one of her sliding a dress on, over the top of a beautiful set of lingerie.

~

'How about one of you painting?' Lucy asked after they had completed another image.

'Yes. Good idea,' Katie replied. 'Wearing?'

'Dungarees.'

'Right you are,' Katie said as she headed up the stairs to her bedroom. A few seconds after she had disappeared she leant over the balcony rail to ask, 'what top underneath?'

Lucy looked up and said, 'none.'

'What bra then?' Katie asked.

'None,' Lucy said and held her gaze.

'Nothing. You mean topless?' Katie asked.

'No. You'll have the dungarees on,' Lucy replied.

'But they'll only just cover my nipples,' Katie said defensively.

'That's fine then,' Lucy confidently held her tone.

'Well, erm,' Katie stumbled, 'okay.'

~

Katie slowly came down the stairs a couple of minutes later, in a pair of blue denim dungarees. She had a hand firmly clasped around each breast.

'Don't be such a prude,' Lucy said. 'They're only breasts.'

'They're only my breasts,' Katie retorted.

'They're a fantastic pair. You should be proud of them. Take your hands away.'

After a second of hesitation, Katie slowly slid her hands away.

She had been correct. The straps of the dungarees only just covered her nipples; leaving a large amount of firm, fleshy breast exposed.

'Nice tits,' Lucy quipped.

Katie's hands immediately snapped back towards her chest. Lucy jumped forward and held the hands with her own.

'Sorry. Couldn't resist,' Lucy said softly. 'Seriously, are you okay like this?'

'How are you going to take the photograph?' Katie asked.

Lucy explained; and then finished making her case saying, 'Peter will adore this shot. He'll be wild for you.'

~

Katie agreed to go ahead. They set up the shot with her standing, painting a large canvas. Sunlight streamed through the windows behind her, backlighting her exquisitely. Lucy had rolled up the legs of the dungarees to just below the knee, and told Katie to stand on tiptoe, to show off her feet and calves. In one hand Katie held a paintbrush high up towards the top of the canvas; in the other she held a paint board by her side. They had to strategically adjust the lengths of the two shoulder straps several times, to get the dungarees to sit just right; ensuring they hid each nipple. The shapely curves of each breast were plain to see. It all came together to make a fantastically beautiful and erotic photograph.

~

'That's the best damn picture I've taken in ages' Lucy said as she finished taking the last variation of the pose. 'Relax.'

Katie put the painting stuff down and perched on the edge of a stool.

'Do you think he'll like it?' she asked.

'He'd have to be a soulless lump of rock not too,' Lucy replied, and grinned.

'Good. Thank you for this. And thank you for pushing me to be brave,' Katie smiled.

'You are very welcome,' Lucy said, still grinning. 'You could reward me by allowing me to take a shot of you just as you are now?'

Katie's eyes flicked down. As she was slumped on the stool, the straps of her dungarees had bowed forward, allowing each of her nipples to starkly pop out of hiding.

'No,' Katie jumped up and swung her hands over her breasts.

'Oh well,' Lucy sighed. 'It'll just have to be another glass of wine then.'

'Go and open another bottle, whilst I make myself decent,' Katie said smiling and heading off towards the stairs.

~

When she made her way back down, in jeans and a T-shirt, Katie found Lucy on the sofa, with a second bottle opened and their two glasses on the table in front of her.

Katie sat down on the sofa opposite and poured two generous servings of wine.

'Cheers,' she said, holding one glass out.

'Cheers,' Lucy replied, taking the glass and chinking it against Katie's.

~

'I'm surprised you use that camera,' Katie said. 'Does it not just remind you of your parents?'

'No. Only now and then. It was the best birthday present they ever got me,' Lucy said. 'It reminds me more of happy times. I fell in love with photography with this camera.'

'How are they?'

'Fine. Dad's cool,' Lucy replied. 'Mum's Mum. I don't think we'll ever get back to how we were. I think Dad is okay with me being gay, simply because it means there won't be any men in my life. He's so protective of me, bless him. He probably never liked the idea of anyone penetrating his little girl. I think he thinks I'm safer with girls. Silly really.'

'Hmmm,' Katie murmured supportively.

'No grandchildren though.'

'Yeah. Well it's not impossible.'

'Yep,' Lucy turned decisive. 'Bring on the new world order where we realise men are only good for two things. Sperm being the first.'

'And the second?' Katie asked.

'We need to get over our squeamishness about cannibalism and eat them. Solve global food shortage.'

They both burst into laughter.

~

'I've been going through the shots in my head. I think we've got a strong series,' Lucy said.

'I sense a but?' Katie asked.

'But, I can't help feeling we're missing the grand finale.'

'Surely the dungarees one?'

'That one is great. No doubt. But I think we should finish off with something that will make more of an impact,' Lucy paused for thought. 'He'll hang the dungaree one on the wall...'

'Not.'

'...because it's a work of art. But the series should finish with something he'll want to hide and keep all to himself.'

'Hmmm; like what?'

Lucy sat back and thought for a moment.

'One of you in the shower,' she said suddenly, and scrutinised Katie for her response.

'The shower,' Katie replied.

'I've never seen anyone turn red so quickly,' Lucy said.

'No I'm not. It's the wine.'

'And you've not instantly protested at the idea. Which means something else has popped into your mind.'

'No.'

'Something prominent.'

'No.'

'What have you been up to with him in the shower then?'

'Nothing,' Katie said, squirming on the sofa.

'You're a crap liar babe. That's settled then. If the two of you have had a saucy time in a shower, it's got to be that.'

'Don't be daft. How would we even get a shot of me in the shower.'

'You strip off. Get in the shower. I photograph you. Job done.'

'I'm not stripping off in front of you.'

'I've seen you naked before.'

'That was a long time ago.'

'So? And I've seen your boobs already this afternoon.'

'And I was drunk.'

'Get drunk now if you like. It won't require much more.'

'No.'

'You're thinking about it.

'No I'm not.'

'I can see the cogs going round.'

'I'm not doing a full frontal.'

'Of course not,' Lucy laughed. 'We're not doing porn. You've got to leave him wanting more. And he will certainly want more.'

'How would we do it then?'

'Got you.'

'No,' Katie crossed her arms. 'You can explain what you would do. I'm not saying yes to anything.'

'It would be a shot of your back. We'd see back, bum and legs. Maybe a hint of bosom from the side. Nothing more. And you'd be all wet and shiny and gorgeous. And he'll marry you and you'll have lots of sex and babies.'

Katie giggled, 'it would be a bold way to end the set.'

'Yep.'

'I think Peter would like it.'

'Yep.'

'You sure I'd look okay?'

'I guarantee it.'

'Right. Let's go. Quickly. Before I change my mind.'

They both stood and marched towards the bathroom.

'Wait,' Lucy said. 'Wait here until I've got the lights set up right.'

'Good thinking. I'm not going to stand around in the buff.'

'Go and drink more wine. Don't get cold feet.'

~

Lucy quickly assessed the shower in the bathroom and figured out how to light the scene. She got the shower running and then set up the equipment around it to make sure nothing got wet.

~

'Come in then,' Lucy called from the bathroom.

Katie poked her head round the door and then stepped in.

'Can you give me a minute. I'm not stripping off in front of you. That would be weird.'

Lucy rolled her eyes, but left without protest.

~

A couple of minutes later, Lucy heard the call for her to come in. As she stepped back into the bathroom and looked into the shower, her jaw dropped.

Katie looked incredible; nude, glistening wet all over, and making no attempt to cover herself.

~

Katie found it surprising that her self consciousness had disappeared. She deduced that it must be that there was nothing left to hold back. Having stripped off entirely left no inhibitions. She discovered she found it quite liberating.

~

Lucy's eyes flicked up and down. She followed little rivers of water running down Katie's body.

Katie's hair was drenched and clung to her head, neck and shoulders. Water ran across her shoulder blades, down her lithe arms and dripped from the tips of her fingers. Water flowed between, across and around her breasts; with occasional droplets falling from the tip of a nipple. Water spread like a river delta across her stomach; splitting and recombining; channeled by the feint bumps and contours of abdominal muscles. Water gushed across her pubic mound; tickling through short, curly hair to disappear between her legs. Water torrented around jutting hip bones and onwards down long, toned thighs. Water ran down shapely calves and smooth shins; and pooled around a pair of graceful feet.

~

Katie surprised herself again. She realised the way Lucy was looking at her was pleasing; exciting; erotic even. Lucy herself was a good looking woman, who had an undeniable aura of sexy charisma about her. Judging from some previous partners that she had met, Katie was aware that Lucy had bedded many attractive women. To be openly admired; lusted after; by such a connoisseur of femininity was thrilling. Katie's heart rate increased as she felt a warm arousal grow between her legs.

~

'The things my tongue could do to you,' Lucy said.

'You'd have to go a long way to beat...' Katie said before stopping herself.

'Oh, he's had a go has he?' Lucy asked.

Katie instantly blushed scarlet.

'I see,' Lucy said. 'Well I suppose you would be impressed; but that's not saying much, given you can't compare it to what a girl's tongue could do to you.'

'I don't know,' Katie said provocatively, trying to reassert some confidence. 'He was good. I don't see how you could top it.'

'Well you'll have to let me have a go then. For scientific purposes of course. So you can make a meaningful comparison,' Lucy said in a purposefully matter of fact way.

'Okay. Once we've finished shooting,' Katie glibly replied.

Lucy paused, then grinned, before tilting her head down to the camera.

~

Both women enjoyed creating the photograph. Lucy took pleasure in composing the beautiful body in front of her, and Katie, continuing to discover aspects of herself, found she rather enjoyed being voyeuristically observed and admired.

Lucy took numerous shots; each with slight variations of pose, lighting and composition. When she was satisfied that she had the scene captured to perfection, she placed the camera safely aside.

As Katie turned back round to face her, Lucy instantly noticed that Katie's face and chest were flushed red; her nipples were stiff; and the blossoming lips of her vulva were now visible between her legs.

'So can I jump in there with you?' Lucy asked lightly.

Katie paused.

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