The Photo Shop Ch. 03

Chapter 3 : Nancy and Emelia

As I woke the next day I wondered whether my recent good fortune would lead me to new adventures.

I was not disappointed. Around two in the afternoon the shop bell rang as a young woman pushed a pram into the shop.

I guessed her to be mid-twenties, with auburn hair and blue eyes, an extremely rare combination, but ever so alluring. Nice mature figure with serious boobs, probably because of the baby, but for the rest, really well toned. She had clearly been working out since the birth.

She also had a lovely pair of trim legs, lightly tanned, exposed well by her rather short flowery summer dress. The neckline was plunging nicely, the reason why I could immediately judge her rack when she walked in.

"Good morning madam," I said, "how can I be of assistance to you?"

"I would like to have some pictures of my baby, do you take that kind of pictures?"

"Yes, of course, I do any kind of portrait, from babies to elderly people and everything in between, even of pretty young mothers like yourself."

That comment resulted in a short giggle and a slight reddeningof her cheeks.

"No, no it's photos of my baby I'd like."

"No problem, I was only joking. When would you like me to take these photos of...?"

"Little boy... girl?"

"Oh girl," she said, "Emilia."

"Ah and how old is Emelia if I may ask?"

"She is close to 6 months," she said.

"Good, good and if you don't mind me asking, how do I address the mother of Emelia?"

"Oh , I'm Nancy," she responded, cheeks reddening again.

"Excellent Nancy, I'm Lew. So when would you like me to do this for you?"

"You can make an appointment, or if you wish we can do it right now. I have nothing else urgently planned."

"Oh, now is OK for me," Nancy said, "it's sort of what I was hoping for, to be honest."

"Excellent, then let's get started!"

"Would you care to follow me into the photo studio and we will set everything up to make some fabulous photos of the lovely Emelia for posterity."

I put up the closed sign on the shop door and we proceeded into the studio.

"So Nancy, let me get you a chair while I get everything set up for our little photo model."

I rolled a big cube covered in soft material to the side of the studio I normally used for kids and adolescents and lowered one of the special backgrounds, this one with a representation of some sort of flowery garden.

On the side I added some plants to create the illusion of a real garden, together with some toys for Emelia to play with, so she would look like a happy baby.

I also kept a sheepskin as it's one of the classics to photograph babies on.

I still remember I had been photographed that way when I was a baby, I had the proof hanging in one of the dressing rooms. I was sure no one would recognize me on the photo anyway and it was there as an example of what I could do for young mothers and their babies.

I was smiling like crazy in that picture and my mother told me later that it was because I was actually peeing on the sheepskin when they took the picture.

"OK Nancy, let's have Emilia over here."

Emelia seemed a nice, well behaved and foremost curious baby, which was usually a very good sign as then they tended not to start to cry immediately in a strange environment.

No, Emelia was handling it like a trooper, smiling and playing with the toys I'd provided.

After about fifteen to twenty minutes we were done.

"OK Nancy," I said, "I think we have enough material to make a nice photo book of Emelia."

"Oh a photobook," Nancy said, "that's not exactly what I had in mind.

"I was thinking of just having one or two framed photos, which would be about all I could afford."

"I see..."

"Let me think how we can solve this."

"Well Nancy I am always interested in taking "special" photos of a mother with her child for my private collection and potentially to submit when I participate in international photo contests."

"If you would be willing to participate, not only would you get your two framed photos of Emelia but I would throw in a full photobook. All that for the price of the two framed photographs."

"If ever I submit one of the photos to a competition, and it won a prize, I'd share that prize with the model and if there were a request for publication, the model would of course be compensated."

"Sometimes there is a demand for this type of photos for an advertisement for one or other baby product." "No guarantees of course."

"So in short would you care to pose together with your baby?"

"Yes, I wouldn't mind doing that," Nancy replied.

"Good, but now comes the million dollar question: would you do that without any clothes on?"

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"Wow, I don't think so," she replied quickly, her face reddening once again.

"Well Nancy, I don't know if you've seen mother and baby competition photos, but they're always naked. They want representations of the beauty of the baby's body held against the mother's body.

You should also know that when I take pictures of naked mothers with their naked babies they are absolutely not sexually oriented."

"Most of the time the naughty bits are not really visible. Babies are held so that breasts are covered and the nether regions are usually camouflaged by the mother's legs or feet."

"I will of course see them when you are posing, but rest assured I have seen it all a million times.

"I guess I have seen more naked women than your local GP."

"When I do this, I always draw up a contract with the model to protect us both, for example, against unwanted publication of the photos. The photos will always remain the property of the model and if I want to send them in for a competition or I get a request for publication, I always get the explicit agreement from the model before I do."

"We don't have to do it today if you feel uncomfortable or if you want to discuss it first with your partner or even if you want him or her to be present during the photoshoot."

"Please think about it, you are a very lovely young mother and you have the most adorable baby who is almost a professional at posing. She definitely proved that today."

"Mmmmhhh, OK, I'll give it some thought but I can't promise anything."

"And by the way, I don't need approval from any partner as I am alone with my daughter."

"I will get back to you, but for the time being, please would you mount my two photos with Emilia."

"OK let's just do that," I said.

"All I need is your full name, address and phone number or e-mail si I can contact you when they are ready."

"The price would be EUR 50 without the frames."

"If you want frames I do have a stock at various prices from which you can choose, or you can use your own. If you choose the latter let me know the exact measurements and I'll make sure the photos fit in nicely so that you won't have to crop them at home."

After thanking me, Nancy put baby Emelia back in her carriage and wheeled her out of the shop.

Half an hour later she was back.

"Did you forget something Nancy?" I asked.

"No," she said, "I've decided, I'll do it...I will pose for you, provided I also get a few prints of these special photos you want to take of me and Emelia."

"OK, that sounds good" I said, "let's draw up a contract."

After completing the standard contract and explaining in some detail what was in it, I asked her, "When do you want to do this?"

"If it's OK for you, right now," she said "before I change my mind."

"OK come through again, you know the way by now, so let's get started."

"Is it still OK for Emelia too? She's not too tired? Does she need a nap or, even better, does she need feeding?"

"I'm sorry to be personal, but I couldn't help but notice the size of your boobs, so I presume you breast feed her?"

"Yeah," Nancy said, "I can't afford to buy these expensive cans of formula to feed my baby."

"Besides, it's so much better for the baby to get natural mother's milk."

"How right you are Nancy, so does Emelia need a feed?"

"You feeding her would be a nice start to the photo sessions, giving you the opportunity to slowly come into showing a bit more skin that usual."

"Yeah she needs feeding, in fact, she can always feed, she really likes it when I nurse her and has never refused, even if the time in between is sometimes short."

"Good let me get you a comfortable chair and adjust the lighting."

I pulled up a nice soft wide chair that would allow Nancy to settle comfortably with Emelia in her arms.

That done, Nancy lowered once side of her dress and popped out a gorgeous big milky white boob with a very large nipple surrounded by a rather big darker looking areola.

The breast seemed really filled to the brim with wholesome mother milk.

Emelia didn't take too long to latch on and started sucking contentedly.

I grabbed my camera and started clicking away at the tender scene in front of me.

When boob number one was empty I asked "Nancy would you be willing to completely drop the part of the dress and remove your bra, so that the top half of your body will be naked?"

"Ok," she said, "You have already seen one why not its twin, but first Emelia needs to burp so I am going to put her over my shoulder, OK?"

"Sure," I said, "I can take pictures of her and your naked back."

After a few big burps, Emelia looked contented, but rather sleepy.

"Yeah," Nancy said, "usually she has a little nap after feeding."

"OK" I said, "Maybe we can then take some pictures with the baby on top of you asleep. However, I then need you to get completely naked if that's all right?"

"Shall I take Emelia so you can get undressed?"

"That would be wise; it would be a bit awkward balancing Emelia while getting my gear off," Nancy replied.

So I took Emelia who looked up at me rather curiously - she had never been this close to me.

Nancy got up and removed her summer dress and bra completely, followed by her panties.

She had a nice trimmed pubic area with her inner labia peeking slightly from between her pussy lips.

"OK Nancy, can you please lie on the floor, and put Emelia on your chest, so that your pubic area is covered by her legs and her head rests in between, or on, one of your breasts please?"

I took a number of shots from different angles playing with the lighting, going from full light to strike light, which leaves part of the body in the dark creating a dramatic contrast.

I then reposed the shot with Nancy sitting up and holding the baby cradled in her arms or up against her chest.

Clearly Emelia had enough of it all and had dozed off, but not before I had seen her grab her mother's still full breast resulting in a painful face from Nancy.

"I'm going to have to put her in her pram now," Nancy said, "so that she can have her nap. That will take somewhere between half and an hour."

Nancy got up completely naked, clearly no longer bothered by it, and walked over to the pram where she laid Emelia down for her sleep.

"What was going on there?" I said, "when you had that pained look on your face?"

"Oh," Nancy said, "when my boobs are full of milk and Emelia grabs and pinches them, it hurts, and as you noticed she only emptied one, so the other one is still very full and a bit painful at the moment."

"Can you do anything about it," I asked, "I'm a complete ignoramus when it comes to handling boobs filled with milk."

"When I'mat home I have this device I can use to pump the milk into a bottle for later, like a hucow, but I don't have that with me."

"Excuse me, a hucow?"

"You don't know the term hucow? 'human cow'," she said.

"No, never heard of it,though I did read something similar in an erotic novel. It was about a bunch of people that got stuck on an island after their plane had crashed and one of the women was a wet nurse who sold her services all over the world, for babies and for adults, and she had a similar problem to yours right now, lots of milk and no babies and no pumping device. The solution they figured out was finding volunteers to replace the pumping device."

"Perhaps... you would allow me to help you with your little problem? It's something I have always wondered about: how mother's milk tastes. I don't remember from when I was a baby of course."

"That's an idea," Nancy said with enthusiasm, "I get relief, and you get to taste mother's milk! OK bring it on, be my pumping device for a little while."

"Are you sure?...You don't think I'm taking advantage?"

"No silly, I'll be honest, I always wanted to do this but never found anybody that was willing to help me. All my friends, male or female found it gross and were afraid of the taste."

"So how do we go about it?"

"Well," Nancy said, "Have you never sucked boobs when you were having sex?"

"Yeah of course I love to do it, but this will be the first time something will come out and this is, as far I see, non-sexual."

"Don't worry," Nancy said, "Go right ahead and start sucking and take the pain away."

Nancy was sitting again in the easy chair she had used to nurse Emelia, so I got on my knees next to her, bowed my head toward her left boob, and carefully gave the nipple a lick with my tongue. A small drop of the milk fell on to my tongue and I tasted mother's milk for the first time.

The taste was nice, a bit sweet. I would compare it to mare's milk which I have tasted many times.

Licking her extended nipple, I drew it between my lips and really started sucking, drawing the milk from her swollen breast.

Unconsciously my left hand moved to her right boob and started to caress it, playing gently with the nipple.

That resulted in a slight moan from Nancy, alerting me that I was doing something a little unexpected. I'd got a bit carried away.

"I am so sorry Nancy, it was never my intention to grope you."

"That's OK," Nancy said, "it feels rather good to have a man's hand on my boobs again."

"I haven't had any sort of sexual encounter for almost a year and a half, well basically since the baby was conceived, so it does feel good to know I can still enjoy the feeling of a man's hands on my body."

That said Nancy's hands started to caress me as well, first the back of my neck pulling me slightly to increase my sucking on her boob and then with her other hand bringing mine back to the one I was not sucking.

Despite her encouragement, I took it slow, tightening my hand a little more while taking the nipple between my thumb and index finger and slowly rolling it between them.

After massaging her boob that way for a while I let my hand venture down across her belly. As she was still completely naked from the last photoshoot I had a free passage towards her nether regions. Tickling her belly button got another sigh of contentment.

Moving further down, her hand still on top of mine, I arrived at the little forest protecting her love grotto. Playing around in it resulted in more moans and a light whimper.

From the increased pressure on my hand I knew that she liked what I was doing to her.

I also felt her push my head into the direction of her other boob. I leapt at the chance, slurping the fat, pink point into my mouth happily and gently biting it, bringing a gasp to her lips.

After a little while I slowly started to move my greedy mouth downwards, following the trail my hand had discovered before.

Covering the underside of her boob with little kisses I continuing over her stomach and midriff, spending some time licking and kissing her belly button, before finally arriving at the border of the little trimmed forest my hand had been playing in till now.

Sliding through her soft bush, my tongue slid into the moist cleft, before reaching the hood covering her erect pleasure nub. I explored it a little, pushing it back with my tongue until her clitty finally showed it's enticing head, allowing me to fully enjoy it.

Nancy lifted one leg over the armrest of the chair she was sitting on, allowing me full access to her pleasure garden.

After taking ample time to lick and suck on her clitty, doubling it in size, I started moving down her slit licking and sucking the outer and inner labia before I finally arrived at the grotto itself.

Sticking my tongue inside as deep as I could really got her motor running; she started to purr like a cat.

I lifted her other leg over the other armrest of the chair, opening her up completely to my oral assault on her moist pussy.

Nancy started to buck, lifting her pelvis to meet my slurping tongue.

"Oh please fuck me, fuck me Lew, fuck me," she cried out grabbing the belt of my jeans and trying to undo them.

"You really want me to do this," I asked.

"Oh yes," she said, "I haven't had a dick inside me for ages and I want one, and I want it now, and I want it to be yours."

I quickly stood up and undid my belt, buttons and zipper and pulled my jeans and boxer shorts down.

My dick sprung out as you can imagine after fondling and caressing her hot body, and my flesh sword was hard and ready to assault her fortress.

Nancy grabbed my cock moved it toward her mouth.

"Oh it feels so good to feel a dick again;it's so adorable. Can I give it a welcome kiss?"

"Be my guest Nancy."

She started to French kiss my dick, moving her tongue around the purple, blood-engorged head and slowly sucking the whole head into her warm mouth. Her lips closed just below it and then she started to suck.

I saw her cheeks go in and I felt as if I was caught up in a hot wet vacuum cleaner.

"Hell Nancy if you want me to pleasure your play garden, you will have to stop doing that and allow me to move the pleasure stick further South."

Luckily I had come the day before with Linda so I felt confident I could last a bit longer than usual before injecting her pussy with my cum.

"Do I need to get a condom?"

"If you don't want me to conceive, yes you do!"

"That won't be a problem. I had a little operation about twenty years ago when I decided that fatherhood was not really my thing. How about a potential for STDs?"

"I am as healthy as a horse," Nancy replied, "And from the look of your dick you are too, so get on with it; please put your flesh sword in my pussy and fuck me. I want it; I need it."

I didn't wait for an engraved invitation and moved the head immediately in the direction of her love grotto and started to push, gently, to make sure I didn't hurt her.

I needn't have bothered: she was already so wet that my dick slipped in effortlessly.

I sheathed my love sword in her scabbard all the way to the hilt in one go.

It felt fantastic how tight she was despite the fact that she had given birth not that long ago.

Her pussy muscles grabbed my cock and started to massage it like she had done with her hot mouth.

I was a bit taken by surprise and had to quickly start controlling my body to avoid the developing orgasm.

I definitely wanted her to come - well before I had my pleasure.

Moving out it felt like she was sucking on my dick to keep it right there and when I moved in again the wonderful pussy muscle massage recommenced as I felt her every ridge and wrinkle.

Was it because she hadn't had sex in a long while or was she just so gifted in controlling and using her pussy muscles? I had no idea but it sure felt amazing.

"Oh Lew," she cried out, "I feel an orgasm coming. Please keep doing exactly what you're doing right now."

Her warm, wet cunt flesh enveloped me in its succulent embrace as I slid back and forth into that sweet hole. Each thrust I pounded into her was met with a spongy resistance as those lovely lips squished against the root of my manhood.

I closed my eyes, concentrating on working all angles of her pussy, trying to find what she liked best, while at the same time feeling all the folds and ridges inside of her giving me also the most wonderful feelings.