The Model

"Look, I think you need to show me how it's going to appear. I haven't done this thing before, and I don't know how it's going to turn out. Do you think, well, that you'll be able to stop and start again?"

She nodded. "I'll have to - we need to have several pictures of me - well, doing it."

"Then I think you need to make a sort of trial run, so I can figure out how it's going to look. I don't know if you're going to ..." he fumbled for words; ".. whether you're going to sort of drip, or shoot out a stream, or spray, or just what. You need to demonstrate just a little for me, then stop. Could you, well, just spread your legs and do, er, well, just let out a little bit?"

Fran felt flushed with embarrassment. Never had she expected to perform so intimate a function for the camera. Yet she knew his request was in order. She tried - spreading her legs, leaning back just a little, and then tried to let go. She waited. Nothing happened. She tried to relax.

"Are you going to?" Bob asked. "I'm trying - it takes a moment! Gee, it hurts so bad, and then I can't quite let go - just let me.." her voice trailed off, as she tried to relax.

Bob had his camera focused on her splayed genitals. Suddenly a stream shot out, a bit unsteadily. It split, some running down her legs. She felt it, spread her legs a bit further, and the stream shot out further, extending just a bit in front of her. She let it run just a couple of seconds, then clenched her muscles to stop it. She found stopping it took a real effort.

Bob considered what she had done. This was a new situation to him as well. "Let's try a fountain effect - it may look, well, sort of artistic if you can pull it off." He had her squat, spread her legs as wide as she could manage, then lean back on her arms, her face turned up.

Satisfied with her position, he placed himself looking at her at an angle and from slightly above.

"OK - turn on the waterworks!" he told her.

Fran tried to release her bladder. Gradually her urine discharged, spraying out and up a few inches. The stream was unsteady and went all over her legs and feet. "Sorry I'm so messy!" Fran commented, aware of her untidiness. She stopped the stream, asked if he wanted her to do it again.

He reposed her, lying on her back on the ground, her legs folded back under her, separated a bit. Her breasts separated in this posture, falling a bit to each side. She was acutely aware of their appearance. She tried to release her bladder again. The effect seemed to her even messier, but he caught her in several shots. Bob seemed a bit pleased.

"Can you do more? How's your ammunition supply?"

Fran smiled, now just a bit more relaxed. "Still holding some - what's next?"

She stood, and he helped her clean her back of the grass and leaves that had clung to her. She flushed a bit, reflecting on the situation of having a man put his hands on her while she was standing nude. She felt a bit better, the discomfort of her overfilled bladder now partly relieved.

He posed her again, and again, in slightly different positions. He had her urinate while standing, legs spread in a position that suggested she was about to lunge forward. This time she felt her bladder empty, and the stream trailed off as he took the second photo of her.

"I think we have you drained! Ready for the other poses, now?" he asked her.

She replied affirmatively. "I think I did run - out of ammunition. Are there other pictures you think I should pose for?"

"Let's get something that emphasizes your breasts - like you leaning over and placing your hands on that stump over there. OK with you?"

She made a bit of a face. "But they - they're not very firm. They, well, you know, sag! Should I really?"

"You wanted to be posed artfully", Bob reminded her. "Your breasts may not be as firm as some, but with you leaning over, they can hang quite gracefully - I think it would be the kind of artistic pose you wanted!"

Fran complied. She was losing a bit of her embarrassment, and was more willing to display her body in highly exposed positions. He made several shots, then frowned a bit. "You know", he began, "do you think you could get your nipples - well, rather erect? I'd like a shot of them pointing down as you lean over, but, well, they need to be, well, more aroused! They were that way, well, before, but now they've softened. Could you, well, do something?"

Fran flushed a bit. She was feeling quite erotically aroused already, but it wasn't showing in the tips of her breasts. She tried touching them a bit, pulling the nipples out. Finally Bob intervened. "If you would permit it, maybe I could help - if you would allow me to touch them, just enough to excite them a little. No more than just a little--"

"Please - maybe you could do it!" she responded. Bob moved over toward her, and took a nipple in his hand, rubbing it just a bit. She felt the excitement of his touch, and sensed the eager response of her nipple. He touched the other. "Seems to be doing the job!" he commented, then withdrew his hand. He stepped back for the photos, framing her firmly erect nipples in the center of his camera.

He made a few more photos, then asked if she was satisfied.

"I think", she began, "we might make one more - I mean, my bladder's full again, and I need to urinate. Maybe you could do one more of me doing that- but this time, don't make it too arty- just let me squat in front of you, and you get me as I let it out looking up sat you. You see, that's the way I was once before, and the --- well, the one who will see the pictures, well -- maybe he will remember." She realized she had said more than she intended.

"He? Lucky guy - that's what you want the photos for? You hadn't explained! Well, get in position, and I'll see what I can do. "

She squatted, but only slightly, spreading her legs for maximum exposure, and looked up at the camera, her breasts hanging as she leaned a bit forward. She released her urine stream as he watched, catching her in the camera's lens.

At length she was finished and stood. She reached for a tissue and dried herself in front of him.

"Fran, I want to tell you, I never before photographed a woman peeing - you did it more gracefully than I could imagine. I hope the photos turn out to your satisfaction. And another item; well, would you tell me how old you are?"

"Sixty two", Fran answered, without hesitation.

"I never thought I would be making nude photos of a woman your age - but, if you don't mind my saying so, it was one of the most enjoyable photo sessions I ever had with, well, with a nude model. You posed beautifully!"

Fran was at once flattered and horribly embarrassed. Posing for nude photos at her age! Even peeing for the camera! She could believe she had done it.

She retrieved her clothes, and began to dress, as Bob gathered his equipment. Seeing no further need for modesty in his presence, she made no attempt to hide herself as she put on her clothes. Finally she was dressed.

She talked with him a bit as they returned to their vehicles, settling the terms of his services and the times for her to see the proofs. She was about to get in her car, but then she turned suddenly to Bob, and spoke, "I drank a lot of liquid to get ready for this, and now I need to empty my bladder again before I start up - would you stand guard for me?"

Bob, no longer shocked at anything this lady said, simply agreed.

She squatted beside her car, facing him, and hiked up her skirt, lowering her underwear. he released a strong stream. While it was flowing, she shook her head, commenting, "Before today, I never could have done this in front of anyone! But let me tell you - I loved it! Thank you for helping me through it!" She extended one hand to him, still holding her skirt up with the other as her stream continued to flow. He grasped her hand, without a word, amazed at the image of shaking hands with a woman peeing beside a car.

A few days later, Fran appeared at the photo shop. Bob took her into his back room, and showed her the photographs. She blushed as she looked at them. "How could I ever have done this!" she exclaimed. "Look - if anyone ever asks - you don't know me. I wouldn't want anyone to ever know! I can trust you, can't I?"

"My lips are sealed. The pictures are for you and your friend. But it was a great experience!"

Her selection completed, Fran arranged one set of the chosen photos. For a moment she thought about getting one for herself, then thought better of it. "Better not to have them around", she thought to herself, "but I would never have had the nerve to do it!"

A few days later a set of photos was on its way to Marv. In the envelope with them was a note. It read:

"Marv-

I had these made for you. I hope they are what you wanted. They are all me - all of me. I hope you will remember me as you never saw me, as well as the ways you did see me. These are just for you - there are no others.

There's one that will remind you of that day beside the car - you can spot it.

I was horrified when you asked me for these. But thanks for asking; I would never have had the experience but for your request. Again you gave me one of the most memorable events of my life!

As ever. Fran."