It was a fine Saturday morning, warm sunshine, and light breezes bringing scents of spring flowers. Unbeknown to me, my real sexual awakening would begin later that day. I dressed in some loose fitting jeans and a bulky sweatshirt that made my petite frame look bigger than I am. I splashed on some Erotique, pulled by blonde hair into a ponytail, then raced down to the shops. Like most other Saturdays, the routine of doing my shopping and running errands had begun.
This particular Saturday, I was picking up film (yes, I still get film developed, not owning a digital camera yet) from the local shop in the mall. The man behind the counter, John, was a middle aged, strong build, tall with brown eyes you could drown in, dark hair, and a five o'clock shadow even at 10 AM in the morning. I was eager to collect the photos and look at them privately as my boyfriend had taken some "studio" type photos.
After standing in the queue, I finally received my prints. John served me and pulled out the photos to confirm they were mine, which I blushed immediately and nodded, wanting to get out of there as soon as I could. He could see my embarrassment and wanted to see me squirm. Going through nearly all of the photos, he made a few comments, like, "Your long hair looks so pretty when you wear it like that," or "That skirt really hugs your legs!"
Other comments weren't so flattering. For some reason, I felt I needed to validate the photos and started to tell him it was just my boyfriend and I mucking around. He listened intently suggested that I find a photographer to take the photos as they are much better equipped to get the right lighting etc. I thought this over briefly at the counter, thinking this was a good idea.
"Unfortunately, I don't have the money for professional photos. These were just for fun."
"Look umm, sorry I didn't catch your name, I am a photographer and charge pretty reasonable fees, I would be happy to take a few shots."
"Crystal, my name is Crystal."
"Here is my card Crystal, think about it and call me, it will be worth your while," John said with a wink of his eye.
I paid for the photos and put them and the card into my bag, and scooted out of there. There was something about that man in the photo shop, why did he wink at me? Why did he go through all of my photos when he didn't go through other peoples photos? Had he examined them previously?
Feeling quite flushed, I drove home, quite distracted. My pussy was begging to be touched and my panties were soaked. Giving in to my desires, I sat on my big sofa, slid down my jeans, and slipped my hand into my lacey red panties. I always loved wearing sexy underwear and had a considerable collection. So I always tried to co-ordinate my bras and panties. My finger slipped down my slit with ease and started to rub my clit. Settling in on the lounge; two fingers slipped in my love hole while my thumb worked on my hard clit that was now sticking out. Rubbing in circles on my clit sent me to my climax quickly and very intensely. It left me squealing out and breathless. My fingers dripping in my sex sauce, I sucked on my love juice, licking my fingers clean. Never had I come so hard or quick. Without a second thought, I got dressed and called the photographer. I arranged to meet him at his studios, not far from my house, at 5 o'clock. I was a bit nervous as he asked me to bring some "after five" clothes and a selection of lingerie.
It took all afternoon to get ready. Spending ages in the bath, shaving legs, shaving my pussy, only leaving a small little patch of fluff, I moisturized my body and starting to flick through my wardrobe on what I should wear. I picked out a number of items to bring with me, none of them very sexy and went through my lingerie drawer and picked out numerous items from there. Believing whatever I wore would probably be the wrong thing; I put on a denim skirt and t-shirt and put a collection of high heel shoes with me to change into if I needed to. Teasing my blonde locks, my curly hair bounced on my shoulders and I applied a touch of mascara and lipstick, figuring he would have an assistant for real make-up.
Just after 5pm, I nervously knocked on his door. John answered and his eyes and big grin immediately put me at ease. Waving me in the doorway, he gestured that I sit on the lounge. John uncorked a bottle of wine and handed me a full glass as he sat opposite me to discuss what kind of photos I would like, what I wanted to wear etc. After much discussion and three glasses of wine later, I felt very relaxed. John suggested that some soft photos in my lingerie would look very nice as he thought some of my "after five" wear were "not right".
Changing behind the screen I picked out a soft baby pink teddy in a satin and lace combination. It definitely left nothing to the imagination and I felt terribly sexy. Being high cut it showed a lot of skin, I was glad that I shaved my pussy that day, with a g-string back and low cut front that showed a generous amount of my breasts, I was sure my boyfriend would like these photos.
With alcohol on my side I strutted out, and twirled around, "Is this ok John?" I could see that he approved and signaled me to lie down on the bed, on my back, one leg bent. I did as he said, he moved in close to take the pictures.
John told me to keep moving and posing for the camera, just like the professional photo shoots. Now I don't know if it was the heat of the moment, the alcohol, or a combination of the two but I was very relaxed and getting into the moment. Each time I went into a pose, it was more suggestive than the last.
