School Teacher Photo ShootbyGraniteBob©
Jennifer, a young, blond, math teacher decides to check the status of some photos she and here husband had taken at the studio the day before as she returns from an appointment at a hair salon.
"Where's that husband of yours today? He's not chaperoning you around? Dangerous business leaving a pretty lady stroll around too long with all these lecherous Bahamian men around, you know."
"Fishing, he's fishing. Took a charter before dawn this morning and won't be back until dark."
"Oh, he'll have a great time. The fishing has been wonderful this year. Hey, did you think about taking some of those "special" shots for your husband we talked about the other day? He'd love some."
The margaritas she had earlier at a beachside bar had lowered Jennifer's inhibitions considerably and she hesitated only briefly before asking, "How special is "special?".
"Well," Oscar replied, "there are all different types of "special". There are the white album "special" like these." He withdrew a large white photo album from beneath the counter. He plopped the thick book in front of her and turned it so she could she the various poses of his prior clients.
The women were all shapes and sizes, all colors and ages. Dressed in lingerie and bikinis, some leaning forward to expose more cleavage, others hands on hips with their backs facing the camera to highlight their behinds; all very innocently and tastefully done. All the women seemed to be having a wonderful time posing for the camera and for their men. They were all the sort of glamour poses reserved typically for cover girls and models but wives and lovers were now posing for.
"What other levels of "special" do you have Oscar," the young blonde asked?
"Oh, well, now we have the blue album "special", and he produced another album, not quite so thick but still fairly hefty.
These women were much more exposed. Wet T-shirt, breasts and nipples exposed, bare buttocks but yet nothing too blatant. Skimpy bikinis and see through lingerie seemed popular as well as garter belts and stockings and more of these poses were reclining. Jennifer noticed some of the same women were in this book as in the first. She paged through the album not wanting to seem too interested since Oscar was just across the counter from her.
"Lots of ladies get started with the "white" poses and then when they see how they turn out the progress to the "blue" poses. "
"What do you mean, when they "see", how can they see anything until the film is developed?"
"Oh, my pet, this is the digital age. I can show you any images almost instantly after they are taken on a computer monitor. I couldn't do it for you and your husband, Troy, wasn't it, because my computer hub was down. I can cut and paste, crop, the whole banana instantly nowadays."
"I see. How many more albums do you have down there," she asked?
"Two more, black and red."
"Well, let's see."
Oscar produced the black album and warned her that these were much more explicit and revealing.
The first photo was of a well-endowed red head Jennifer had noticed in each of the earlier albums. She had no clothes on except for a Derby hat and a black choker. Her bush and vagina were clearly visible and her pink nipples protruded firmly from her breasts.
The photos were much the same as could be found in most popular men's magazines. Some blatant "spread" shots with their legs wide open and labial lips displayed were there. The poses were as varied as the women in the album. Some on hands and knees with their derrieres exposed to the camera, some with feet propped on pillows and such trying to highlight some of their assets while downplaying some others less flattering.
"Well, what about the red album," Jennifer asked? "That must have some really nasty stuff in it if this only rates a black cover."
"Red is for red hot. It almost burns my hands just to pick it up," Oscar quipped. "You sure you want to see this? It leaves nothing to the imagination." He pulled the album close to his chest and looked into her freshly done face and blue eyes to see if she was really serious about looking at the fourth album.
The alcohol had numbed her senses to the point she was looking at photos of naked women, strangers, in front of a stranger himself. "Yes, I'm over 21, I can look at nasty pictures."
"Okay, I told you," and Oscar laid the fourth and final album on the counter.
The first photo was of a beautiful black woman, reclining on a couch, legs spread, three fingers of her right hand buried in her pussy and her left tugging vigorously on the nipple of her right breast. She was looking right into the lens of the camera as the photo was taken.
"Wow, I bet her husband loved this picture," Jennifer commented as she turned to the next page. A voluptuous blonde with a black garter belt and black stockings was stuffing an equally black and HUGE dildo into herself greeted Jennifer's gaze. "Whew, you were right. These don't leave anything to the imagination. I thought you said you respected your customer's privacy the other night. How can you show me these photos and still say you are respecting their privacy?" She continued paging through the volume of sex photos.
"I have permission and release forms from every one of those ladies," Oscar replied and slapped another notebook onto the counter top. "Stop, look at that one. There's a number in the lower right hand corner, what is it?"
"356", Jennifer responded.
Oscar quickly paged through the notebook and flipped the book around. "See right there, there's her signature on the release. I only share photos of my models if they want them shared and every lady in these books is in this book."
Jennifer looked more closely at number 356. A gorgeous brunette lay back in a bed with a red satin sheet with the photo taken from above. She was just fucked! Jennifer looked more closely at the photo and it was somewhat obvious there was semen oozing from between her legs. She flipped quickly to the photos that followed and found more and more provocative and revealing photos. "You took all of these?" she asked as she continued flipping through the pages; several of which were women obviously masturbating, some in bathtubs, showers and even out on the beach.
"Whew, I don't know," Jennifer pondered as she paged through the albums. "Troy would love some photos like this but I don't know if I can get through a shoot."
"Tsk, tsk, my dear," Oscar chided. "Almost everyone of these women had the same concerns. It's all a matter of attitude. You can be as hot and sexy as you want to be. We can start out with some white album shots and if you like what you see we might progress on to one of the other varieties. And...", he hesitated, "a little alcohol can lower one's inhibitions tremendously. I do have a nice selection of wine."
Jennifer had noticed more than a few of the poses had women holding wine glasses or with glasses and wine bottles in the background. What the hell she thought. I'm a long way from home and I'm not going to waste this brand new hairdo and makeup job.
"Ok, Oscar, direct me to the studio."
Oscar pointed her past the changing room she and her husband had used during their first casual shoot the day before and told her he was going to put up a sign "shoot in progress--please call again." She wandered through a maze of hallways until she came to a huge studio that was only slightly lit. The room had racks and racks of clothes surrounding its cavernous walls and some racks standing in the middle of the room. A number of sets occupied space around the room. A large brass bed centered in one, a clawed bathtub and shower in another, and a large leather couch in another, one had only a simple barstool and a similarly high table.
She was startled when the darkness of the cavern suddenly turned into daylight as Oscar hit the light switch. "Costs me a damn fortune to keep the place lit up all the time", he said as he flipped switch after switch to start a bank of lights surrounding the bar stool backdrop and several computers and monitors. "Oh, the electronic age, how I hate it and love it at the same time."
"Ok, Jennifer, I'm ready if you are. Why don't you sit up there on that stool and I'll take a couple of shots and show you how this is all going to work.
She moved tentatively to the stool and eased herself up onto the seat.
"Ok, now just put your left elbow on the table and rest your chin on your thumb--other arm laid loosely across your lap."
She complied and he shot a picture accompanied by a flash into one of the backfill umbrellas.
"One more and we'll see what we have," another flash and Oscar put down the camera, punched a button and turned a huge computer monitor toward her.
She was sort of struck by the image before her. The new hairstyle, the professional makeup, the new brow lines all made her feel pretty good about how she looked. She also noticed how the little pose Oscar had put her in displayed her ample breasts to advantage in the white halter blouse and her tan, and blue eyes made the pose all the more sexually appealing.
"Well, what do you think," Oscar inquired. "Do we continue?"
"Yes, yes we do."
Oscar moved her through a series of poses on the barstool and with the equally high table; all very innocent. He would suggest a slight tilt of the head or moving a leg her or there. She enjoyed watching the images pop up on the monitor behind the beefy Bahamian man in the flowered shirt. Oscar had an easy and non-threatening way about him, sort of like a big teddy bear.
"Well, are you ready to move on to some other outfits," Oscar asked?
"Sure, any suggestions?"
"Well, this is pretty basic but also pretty classic and classy." He rummaged through a rack and pulled out a long-sleeved, white man's shirt on a hanger and handed it to her. "And, in keeping with the theme," he moved to another rack of lingerie and produced a pair of white lace panties. "Try these in the changing cubicle and see what you think."
Jennifer moved into the cubicle that had bright lighting and a changing table with makeup mirror and an assortment of cosmetics, brushes and the like. She took off the halter blouse and looked at herself in the mirror in her khaki shorts. Her breasts were a bit saggier than she'd like but they still looked pretty darn good after three kids; everything was still in the right place. She slipped the over-sized man's shirt on and buttoned it up and then dropped her shorts and slid her own panties down her legs and hung them on a hook on the wall. She slid the white panties Oscar had provided up her legs and lifted the tails of the shirt to see if she approved. When the tails fell the shirt covered more of her than many of her dresses so she felt pretty comfortable.
Jennifer moved from the changing room back into the main studio to find Oscar had added a freestanding full-length mirror to the set. The antique wood frame around the mirror matched the wood of the high table and barstool they had used in the first set.
"I took the liberty of pouring you a glass of wine. You can drink it if you like or we will just use it as a prop if you don't," Oscar commented. "How do you like the clothing? Are you comfortable with it?"
Jennifer turned and looked into the full-length mirror and noticed the overly long sleeves and the long tails and her tan face and legs sticking out at the top and the bottom.
"Yes, I think this is fine. Where do we start?"
"Just sit on the stool like you have just done in the other set and let's see what we have going for us."
Jennifer mounted the stool in her bare feet and put her arms up to shake the too long sleeves up her arms.
"Fold them up or push them up your arms," Oscar suggested. "That'll show off some of that great tan."
She followed his instructions and then reached for the glass of wine he had sitting on a palm leaf coaster on the antique table.
"Ok, left elbow on the table lifting the wine glass." Flash, flash. "Cross your right leg over the left." Flash, flash. "Now the other way around."
The young blonde enjoyed taking instructions from Oscar and she noted on the computer monitor that each pose he suggested showed her to some advantage.
Time to get a little sexier now. Unbutton as many of those buttons on the shirt as you are comfortable undoing."
Jennifer unbuttoned two on the top to reveal more of her tan chest.
"Fine, now one on the bottom too. Let's see a little more leg. Back on the stool, left elbow on the table, head on your hand. Tilt your head a little more." Flash, flash.
The computer monitor showed the shirt had opened at the top and the top and revealed the top of her left breast and that both of her thighs were showing almost to the panties.
"Nice, very nice. It just dawns on me who you remind me of, you look a lot like Cybil Sheppard, you know, the model. You have that great voluptuous look just like she has. Great eyes and skin. Ok, sit back on the stool both feet together on the rungs and reach both hands back like you are putting a hair pin into your hair." Flash, flash.
That pose had lifted the shirt considerably and with the bottom button undone it revealed a portion of her tummy and the white panties. She reached for the glass of wine and took a big gulp. Time for some courage.
"Off the stool, both elbows on the table and kind of lean your weight onto the table." Oscar bustled forward and readjusted the mirror a bit and then went back behind his camera. "Right, here. Think about Troy and how sexy you want to look for him." Flash, flash.
"Time to get a bit bolder." Oscar didn't ask for her approval but just forged ahead. "Reach back and pull that shirt up in the back a bit. Higher, higher. Ok. Now, both hands on the table and lean your weight forward. Jennifer was worried about the angle of the shirt and her breasts; fearful they might pop out but when she saw the resulting images on the monitors she realized Oscar was focusing on her backside and the boob shots were just gravy.
She saw the reflection of her rounded ass cheeks barely covered by a thin strip of material in the antique mirror. Oscar, the clever devil, had used the reflection to get both a frontal and rear shot all at one time. He paused and admired his own handiwork. "Nice, nice," he commented more to himself than to her.
"Ok, turn around and sit on the stool facing away from the camera. Undo those last couple of buttons and pull the shirt down over your shoulders to about mid-back."
Jennifer complied and slid the shirt down her tan shoulders clutching the shirt to her chest. "I wonder what the principal of my school would think if he saw his math teacher in these poses," she thought to herself?
"Now, turn your face slightly over your right shoulder towards me." Flash, flash.
She liked the effect she saw when it came up on the monitor.
"Turn your face a bit more toward the camera. We want to see more than just a profile in this one." Flash, flash. "Ok, outfit change. This look is getting tired. Any wishes for the next set?"
She took another sip of wine, "No, I like what you have done so far. Just tell me what to do."
Oscar scurried around the clothes racks flipping through one outfit and another. Some he knew were too daring this early in the shoot or didn't match her skin and hair well.
"Well, simplicity may be the best answer her. What do you think?" He held up a ribbed men's under shirt and a pair of black lace panties. "Try them on and take a look in the mirror and see if you think Troy' will like what he sees."
"Well, he'll see plenty in this," she commented as she looked in the mirror behind the dressing room door.
"Isn't that the point, hon," Oscar asked?
"Well, yes, I guess it is," then she recalled her several acts of exhibitionism in front of other strange men already on the trip and sauntered out to the studio.
"Nice, very nice," Oscar complimented as she walked passed the couch set and to the brass bed set. Her nipples showed plainly through the ribbed material of the undershirt and it was short enough to expose her navel. The waistband of the panties road high on her hips and just reached the top of her pubic patch so it gave her a leggy look.
Oscar directed her to just stand at the foot of the brass bed and put both arms behind the brass tubes and took a single photo. It popped up on the monitor and he asked, "What do you think?"
She was surprised by the sexy woman who appeared on the computer screen. Oscar did know how to pick clothes that made her look good. She liked the way the shirt highlighted the fullness of her breasts and her nipples were stiff and hard in the air conditioned air. The panties accented her full hips but didn't make them look too big. She liked the look and she told Oscar so.
Oscar wheeled in a large stepladder like affair and turned the bed forty-five degrees to the camera mounted on the stepladder and told her to lie down on the bed. Her head faced the right side of the image Oscar saw in the camera. "Okay, on your left side. Prop your head in your left hand." Flash, flash. "Great, very nice. Now lie flat on your back."
The camera on the stepladder was extended directly above the bed as Oscar manipulated it with a joystick. "Both hands behind your head." The shirt road up farther on Jennifer's middle and her full breasts lolled to either side of her chest but she was intent on the photographer's instructions. "Good, now keep your shoulders and hands just like they are and turn your hips and legs all the way to your right with the left leg forward."
After the photo had been taken Jennifer turned to look at the monitor. That position had further accented her rounded ass and yet the nipples on her breasts were clearly visible.
"Onto your tummy facing the foot of the bed," the slight buzz of the robotic camera arm accompanied her movement on the bed with the emerald green bed spread. "Both hands under your chin, oops, need the camera angle a bit lower, okay, now right into the camera lens. Same pose but kick your legs up and cross them at the ankles."
Each of the photos seemed flawless as they came across the computer screen. She loved the way she looked and knew Troy would too. "Okay, take these," as Oscar threw several pillows in her direction. "At the head of the bed so we can prop you up about 45 degrees." After some rearranging and a couple of test shots Oscar was happy with the placement of the pillows and Jennifer's body position.
"Submissive pose now. Hands resting on the pillows on either side of your head, sort of like you're in a hold up but you're on your back. Look into the camera....great, another shot, super! "Stay there, get a little more wine if you'd like. I've got to compress some of these files real quick and then I'll be ready to go again."
She reached for the wine glass and sipped a couple of cool drinks as she watched Oscar lightly tapping keys on the computers on the dollies in the center of the studio. She looked around the large circular room and began to realize that there were no "family" sets in the room at all. This entire studio was designed for work just like this.
"All righty then," quipped the big man as he ambled back to the set where Jennifer was comfortably reclining on the bed. "Are you ready to take another step toward the naughty side?"
"I guess so."
"Good, roll slightly to the left, prop yourself up on your left elbow and open the top draw of that bed side table. Oops, okay, slide your right leg over your left and rotate your feet more towards the middle of the bed. Hold it right there." Flash, flash.
The angle of the shot had her full bottom, covered only slightly by the black material of the panties, almost fully exposed. "Okay, slowly open up the drawer."
Jennifer slowly pulled the drawer open and found it contained about eight or ten different colors and sizes of dildos and vibrators. "Good, okay, now look back over your right shoulder right at the camera. Give me that "look what I found" look to Troy." Her expression was just the right combination of lustful gaze and girlish innocence. "Perfect. Kid, you should take up modeling. You have great expressions, right on the money." She appreciated the compliments but still was unsure of what Oscar had planned for her and the "implements" in the drawer.