A married woman's crush on her photo teacher develops into an interesting relationship.
Cynthia
I'm a middle-aged woman, more or less happily married, with two sons off living their own lives out of town, and one dog and a cat. We live in a suburb of Los Angeles and except for the occasional traffic jam, seem to have a fairly happy existence. My husband is a retired engineer and a good fellow, and although we do seem to live somewhat separate lives, I love him very much and would never leave him. Since he had a heart attack three years ago though, our sex life has dwindled, and while he seems content with this arrangement, sometimes it can be difficult for me, as I've always had a very strong libido.
I'm a retired teacher and to pass the time, I often take workshops and seminars. One weekend I was taking a photography workshop in San Francisco. I was really trying to improve my photography. I've always been more of a verbal type, but I find, with effort, that most things do come along for me if I try. I was determined to advance out of the league of a snap shooter to a fine advanced amateur, and even had hopes of selling some of my photos online through a stock photo agency.
The second day at the workshop, I attended a lighting class, which was excellent and very helpful. A slightly younger photographer taught it, who proved to be thoughtful, very handsome, and extremely talented. I was sexually drawn to him immediately but for the sake of discretion, kept the day's events focused on photography.
In the evenings at the workshop, the classmates and instructors often went out for dinner and drinks, and I would have to restrain myself from throwing myself at Evan, since I was so strongly attracted to him.
For his part, he seemed totally nonchalant. I did know he was married and assumed he was faithful. I also wondered if he were bisexual, since he both men and women seemed to be strongly drawn to him. Generally I had to struggle to focus on the workshop and not completely lose it to my ever-intensifying crush.
When the workshop was almost over, he met with the students and invited them to email him photos of their work from time to time so he could keep an eye on their progress and advise them further. I was thrilled to have his personal email address, and upon returning home, I sent him a note with my contact information and some new photos I had taken. I thought were much better than my previous work. He lived and worked in the Los Angeles area as I do, about half an hour from where I live.
I didn't hear back from him for a few weeks, but finally couldn't help but pick up the phone and call his office. He answered after a few rings, and I found myself stumbling over my words, embarrassed to be talking to him.
We made small talk and then he asked me if I wanted to pose for him. He said he had some new equipment he wanted to try out and needed a model. I said that would be great, and we arranged a time in a couple of days for the photo shoot.
When the day arrived for the shoot, I dressed very attractively, making some effort with my hair and make-up, and finally convinced myself I looked pretty good, although it wasn't easy. I arrived about five minutes early, and his assistant showed me into the studio and soon he came in.
Just seeing him again made my head spin but I was determined to behave professionally and asked him what I should do. He said just relax while he got his equipment set up. After a few minutes his assistant said she was leaving and he said, "OK lock up will you Stephanie?" She said sure and soon we were completely alone in his studio.
He had a collection of props and put a very pretty red velvet chair out for me to sit on. It was a beautiful chair, and he said, "Just make yourself comfortable, would you like anything to drink?"
"I'll take a glass of white wine, please." He got me a large tumbler of some delicious cold white wine, and then starting getting ready to take some pictures.
At first my photos were fairly straightforward, he told me to pose this way and that, and move my hair, etc. After a few minutes though, he said, "Cynthia, you look beautiful, would you like to take off your shirt?"
I looked at him, completely surprised, aroused, and very curious, and nodded a little, and slowly did so. He took pictures all along and gently encouraged me and said I looked very pretty. After about twenty minutes, he softly said, "Touch yourself, baby, I want to see you cum." I was very surprised, but he must have known how much I wanted him, so I did, opening my legs wide for his camera and moaning, touching myself desperately, and eventually having a long, intense orgasm while he recorded everything with his camera. When I was done I was fairly ashamed, but also very aroused and confused, and he came over to me and hugged me and said, "Good girl." He then busied himself with his equipment once again and I wordlessly got dressed, finished my wine and then said I had to get back, and I left.
I didn't hear from him for about a week. After that he called me one afternoon and said he wanted to show me our photos. I said OK and we arranged to get together the next afternoon.
The photos were strikingly beautiful, artistic black and whites, with beautiful lighting, and I had never looked more alluring or desirable. I was hooked.
Over the next few months, I continued to model for Evan, getting more and more brazen as I began to relax more and enjoy the process. He was a wonderful photographer and made me feel truly beautiful. We explored all kinds of scenes: black and whites, colors, more abstract effects, with me in various stages of undress and arousal. It got to the point where I could and would do almost anything he asked if his lens was turned on me. I could tell he appreciated my bravery and creativity in front of his lens. We made some beautiful images together, and he told me he was going to sell them in a gallery with which he was affiliated.
However, I was getting more and more frustrated with the lack of sexual outlet. I found it very much a turn-on to be photographed erotically, and Evan sensed my frustration. He asked me one afternoon after a particularly free and sensual photo shoot, "Cynthia, would you like to be photographed with another model?" I asked him about it, and he said he had an actor friend who was a beautiful black model and actor. He thought we would make some beautiful images together. He said we could just have a shoot one afternoon, and I could do whatever I wanted, it could just be a straight photo shoot or whatever I wanted to do, he would leave it completely up to me.
I thought about it for a minute, then I said, "What the hell, sure." Evan made all the arrangements for me to meet Vince, who was an up and coming LA actor who had recently gotten a small role on a network TV show.
