Sue called me and asked me to come over to take pictures of her and her new car.
"Sure," I said, "but I get to take some pictures of you and the bike."
She agreed, so I packed my camera into a backpack and rode over there on my motorcycle.
When I knocked on the door, she opened it wearing yoga pants and a long, baggy T-shirt. She looked like she'd maybe lost a little weight, but that could just be the pants. Sitting in her living room, I waved her over, and when she came to me, I pulled her yoga pants down. She wasn't wearing panties, but the pants had indeed been making her look thinner. She looked over at the window as she put her hand on my shoulder and stepped out of them.
"So," I said, "what did you have in mind?"
"I'd like some pictures of me and the car, with me in my Daisy Dukes."
"OK. Here, or somewhere with a better background?"
We agreed to go to a local park, where it's quiet, but there's trees and stuff that'd work well. I asked her what she was going to wear other than the shorts.
"I don't know," she said, "let's pick something".
She peeled off her shirt as she walked towards the bedroom. I grabbed my camera and followed her, and as she started to sort through her lingerie drawer, I reached out and started to play with her tits.
"Focus," she said, so I sat and picked out things to have her model for me.
She started off with red lacy boy shorts and a red and black bra, and I took a couple of pictures of her in those as she posed for me. She didn't want me taking pictures of her naked, so I let her get undressed. She put on some purple thong thing, and I snapped away as she posed for me, topless. Next she was in a little white thong and a nightie, and I snapped a couple of pictures - I said I'd like just the thong, and she'd pointed out that she'd have to shave a little to wear it.
"I'm not in a hurry", I said, and she sighed and headed off to the shower, leaving me to pick out a black lacy body, a white pushup bra, red panties and a red bustier. That should do.
I went into the bathroom, pulled the shower curtain back and watched her shaving the top of her pubic hair.
"You might as well get it all," I said.
"I didn't intend showing that much skin," she said.
"You never do," I joked, and watched as she put one leg on the edge of the tub so she could shave her labia.
"Leave me to this, will you? I don't want to cut myself," she said, so I left her to it.
When she came out, I twirled my fingers around, so she twirled to let me look at her, then she put on the black body, going to a drawer and pulling out her smallest jean shorts, and another to pull out a Guns 'N Roses T-shirt. She then went back into the bathroom to do her hair and make-up - luckily this didn't take too long. She grabbed some white sneakers and put on some black high heels, and we left the house, passing one of her neighbors who did a double take when he saw her.
I gave her my backpack, put my helmet and gloves on and fired up the bike, heading for the park, where I parked in a shady area. When she pulled up in the car behind me, I pointed her to park a little way away from the shrubbery. She looked at me quizzically as she got out of the car.
"Depth of field," I said, "this way the background will be out of focus".
I took a quick walk around the car to make sure it was all clean, and picked up my camera. I stepped back a little way so I could use a slight telephoto lens.
"Go for it," I said.
She started off with a few poses around the car, butt stuck out, tits stuck out, head tilted nonsense. I showed her the pictures on the camera's little screen, and we redid a few of them. Now it was my turn. I had her move her car out of the shot, and pushed my motorcycle over, and moved my gear from draped over it to the car out of the way.
We started off with her in her shorts and T-shirt, wearing my boots sitting on the bike, and then standing in front of it. I told her to lose the shirt, and took that over to the car. Boots, black body (that you could just about make out her nipples through) and shorts... click, click, click.
"OK, heels," I said, and she swapped my boots for her heels. Heels, black body, shorts... click, click, click.
I had her remove the shorts, and took pictures of her in her body and heels, sitting on the bike, bending sharply at the waist, crouched down next to it and standing in front.
"OK, wardrobe change," I said.