The Major Diaries Pt. 18

When she asked how he'd learned photography, Jon explained that he'd been fascinated by cameras since he was a kid, and that his parents encouraged his interest in the hobby by enrolling him in local workshops by professional photographers. That went so well that when Jon was a teenager, they paid for him to attend a week-long workshop in Arizona. It was run by well-known landscape photographers, who were impressed that a boy so young was skilled enough to participate. As their trip continued, Jon repeatedly found opportunities to take vacation pictures that looked like postcards. Sometimes he used a self-timer and a tripod to take a well-composed image of the two of them posing in front of a waterfall or some other beautiful natural feature.

One evening Jon downloaded the pictures they'd taken that day, and they looked at the images on the screen of his laptop. Jon particularly liked a picture of Stephanie leaning over a railing. She wore a designer sundress and a big smile.

"This looks just like a picture from a fashion magazine," Jon said. "Any time you get tired of playing soccer, you could be a model."

Jon had repeatedly told Stephanie he thought she looked like a professional model. It wasn't an insincere compliment; he truly believed Stephanie was more photogenic than a lot of women working as models. Stephanie didn't usually respond to these comments, but for some reason she decided to say something this time.

"Stop, Jon," she said. "I could never be a model. I'm too fat."

Fat? FAT!!!!! Stephanie had the lean, muscular look of an Olympic athlete. She had rippling abs. The idea that she could describe herself as "fat" was disturbing.

"Steph, it is true that some top models are so skinny they are anorexic," he said. "But other models would love to have your physique. Look at the women who pose for things like the Sports Illustrated swimsuit edition. You could be on the cover of that magazine. You could be a model for a lingerie company. For a company that sold athletic gear. Lots of companies would love to have a model like you."

"No they wouldn't, Jon. Stop being silly. I don't look like that," she said.

Something about this conversation upset Jon so much that he decided it was important to do something. He worried that Stephanie might be insecure about her self image, and he wanted to relieve her of that burden. He came up with an idea, and got Stephanie to promise to help him work on a project that would produce some nice vacation photos while demonstrating that Stephanie had what it took to be a top model.

The next morning Jon and Stephanie went to the beach at dawn. He wanted them to get there before crowds of tourists showed up, and he wanted to take advantage of what professional photographers called "the magic hour." It was well known that in the hour after dawn, and the hour before sunset, the light turned pink and gold, making everything look rosy. The angle of light from the sun when it was low on the horizon created dramatic lighting. They spread out a blanket and Jon positioned himself so he could take pictures of Stephanie with an uncluttered background featuring the sandy beach with the ocean beyond.

Stephanie wore one of the fancy designer swimsuits Jon bought her before the trip. Her hair and makeup were perfect. She began to pose.

The poses came from professional pin-up photos. She and Jon scanned some pin-ups modeling on the web, picked several poses they thought they could imitate, and Jon put those photos on his cellphone so they could consult them as the project continued.

Jon studied the pictures so see the types of camera angles and composition favored by the professionals. Since Jon already knew just about all there was to know about the technical details of using his camera, he believed he could produce photos of Stephanie that would look almost like what a professional would get.

They tried all the poses they selected, then Jon asked Stephanie to change into the other suit. She went through the poses again, doing a better job the second time because she'd had some practice. They finished the poses, and Stephanie thought they were done, but Jon had another surprise.

"Let's do it again without the swimsuit," he said.

Jon wants me to pose nude for him, she thought. In some ways, it wasn't that surprising. Jon was a very good photographer, and he constantly made comments about how much he loved looking at Stephanie's nude body. She knew that he loved the cowgirl position because, in part, it provided such a wonderful view. Still, the notion of posing naked for his camera pushed her boundaries.

It was something Jon did all the time. Over and over, he'd found things Stephanie had never done, and he gently pushed her to do them for him. In many ways, being with Jon was an endless parade of new experiences that were a bit like losing one kind of virginity after another. Now he wanted to make her pretend she was a nude model.

She might have balked at the idea if he'd suggested it earlier, but he always managed to find things that took her just slightly outside her comfort zone. In truth, it was more fun that way. Jon always found ways to get her to do things just naughty enough to get her heart pounding. It was the reason she'd decided that she would never refuse any request from him.

Without a word, Stephanie removed her suit and began posing. It felt deliciously sexy. Forbidden. Taboo. For most of her life, she'd heard people warn her to never, ever let a man have nude pictures of her; there was a chance he'd share them with other men. Stephanie understood that argument, and she understood that some girls had experienced that kind of pain. But she also knew that almost all her girlfriends gave nude selfies to their boyfriends, and she wasn't aware of a single instance of a girl being betrayed by a boy. It's a bit useless to criticize girls for doing something they all do. Cell phones gave young people the tools needed to pretend they are nude models and photographers. It's not surprising they use these tools.

The only difference with Jon is that he has far more skill than most amateur photographers. As Stephanie posed, she could imagine what the pictures would look like. She didn't believe Jon could actually make her look like a real model, but she was sure he would make her look as good as possible.

When it was finally over, Jon put the camera in their bag and kissed Stephanie's cheek. "Thanks for doing that for me," he said. "I enjoyed it, and I'm really going to enjoy seeing how the finished pictures look."

"You're welcome," Stephanie said. "I'm looking forward to that too."

By this time the sun was rising higher. Tourists were beginning to arrive at the beach. They sat on the blanket and watched the waves lapping gently on the shore.

"Let's get in the water," Jon said.

They walked down to the beach and put their toes in the surf. The water felt even warmer. It was because the air at dawn was cooler than during the afternoon, when the tropical sun was high in the sky. Going from the cool air to the warm ocean felt luxurious. They walked hand-in-hand out to deeper water, finally diving into a wave that was breaking in front of them.

This was probably the last time they'd swim at this resort, so they stayed in the water longer than usual. They felt tired by the time they reluctantly went back to the shore, folded their blanket, and picked up their bag. Stephane found herself thinking that she was lucky to have such an imaginative boyfriend, who continually thought of new experiences that expanded her sexual horizons.

She didn't know he was about to do it again.

As they walked past the pool, they stopped at one of the outdoor showers swimmers use to rinse off salt and sand. There were a lot of people sprawling in lounge chairs around the pool. Stephanie was about to get under the water when Jon said he wanted her to do something for him.

What now? she asked herself.

Stephanie had no way of knowing it, but the last time Jon took a woman to a beach resort he'd come up with an erotic little request that involved the outdoor showers. He was going to do the same thing again, only this time it would involve Stephanie. Jon reached into his bag and removed a bottle of body wash and a loofah sponge. He asked Stephanie to take a real shower, lathering her entire body with suds and rinsing off while he took photographs of her.

The whole little show was to take place in full view of everybody around the pool. Stephanie smiled slyly. Jon wanted her to perform for him, giving everybody around them what amounted to a live sex show. It didn't involve hard core sex, but abundant full-frontal nudity.

"You. Are. Insane," she said as she took the bottle and sponge.

She got under the shower, lathered up the sponge, and rubbed it over every inch of her skin. She made sure to go slowly, with lots of stretching and sexy facial expressions. She felt the eyes of people around the pool as they noticed the show. Jon photographed her from every angle, even asking her to turn around long enough to let him get plenty of pictures of her tight butt covered with lather.

Stephanie had a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach when she finally shut off the water. She'd spent hours frolicing naked on the beach, but none of that had been as purely exhibitionistic as the shower show. She felt a familiar hunger between her legs.

They both knew they'd have sex the moment after they got back to their suite. Jon took Stephanie straight to their bed, stripped the beach robe off her shoulders, and laid her down on the mattress. They'd had so much sex over the last few days that one might have thought they'd had enough. The opposite was true. The more sex they had, the more they wanted.

Most of the sex they'd had that week was energetic, lively, and heated. This time it was different. They made love slowly, gently, and affectionately. Instead of being sure to make Stephanie climax two or three times, Jon worked to let her excitement build as slowly as possible. When she finally came, Jon came with her. Afterwards, they rested in each other's arms.

It had been a wonderful trip. The first of many.

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Exhibitionism. Add that to the list of experiences Stephanie had with Jon. Chapter 19 takes an unexpected turn involving Stephanie's mother. Don't worry. Jon does NOT have sex with his girlfriend's mom! Stories like that belong in a different category in Literotica.