A friend of mine, Anne by name, asked me if I'd take some nude photos of her so she could build up a portfolio. Actually, I'll amend that slightly. She was more of an acquaintance, than a friend. I know her quite well but not so well that I'd ask a favour of her. It seems the same did not apply to her where favours are concerned.
I'm quite a good photographer and have done some shoots before at parties and such where my friends had wanted some decent photos but didn't want to hire a professional. I hadn't actually considered Anne to be the sort of friend for whom I'd do a shoot. She had recently turned twenty and was very attractive but with a bit of an edge to her personality. Still and all, I had no objection to seeing her naked in front of my camera. Or just plain naked, come to think of it.
I have converted one large spare room at my house into a sort of studio. I normally shoot still-life and pets there, but have shot a few children. Really wanted to shoot a couple of the little darlings. I made the necessary arrangements with Anne and made sure that the bed in the spare room was clean and tidy. (No. I wasn't expecting to bed her, although I probably wouldn't knock back the chance. I assumed that she'd want reclining nudes as part of the shoot, hence somewhere to recline was required.)
Anne fronted up for the shoot and she had arranged a chaperon, dammit. She had Olivia with her. Olivia was about the same age as Anne, just as pretty, but without that hard edge I saw in Anne. I quite liked Olivia and had been deliberating on whether I should invite her out. Seeing her standing there next to Anne I decided that I would at the first opportunity.
I didn't comment on the chaperon. It was a sensible move on her part. After all, Anne didn't know what I'd be like if I had her alone naked. I took the two women through to my studio-room and then discussed the sort of photos that Anne wanted.
The way she described them she wanted photos that were as close to pornographic as you could get without actually crossing the line. Some standing and some reclining. Basically she wanted photos that would make men lust after her but she didn't want the photos to be too explicit.
With the shoot now ready to begin I politely suggested that Anne might like to disrobe. It was a warm day and both girls were wearing simple shifts. Anne simply stood up, took off her shift and was standing there nude.
"I didn't want line marks from underwear," she said. "I have fresh underwear in my bag for when I leave."
I couldn't help myself. I glanced across at Olivia.
"Yes, I am," she snapped, glaring at me, and I laughed.
I started taking the photos and I could tell it was going badly even from the first shot. It wasn't that she wasn't photogenic, she was. She had a lovely body and it showed up on the camera a treat. The trouble was that hard edge to her. That was also showing up on the camera, especially when her face was looking at the camera.
I'd have some lovely shots if I could just leave her face out of it. Instead of coming across as warm and sexy she was coming across as the ice maiden, freezing you with a kiss. I had to find some way to change her from proud and haughty to sexy and naughty.
The obvious way was to get her to feel sexy, arouse her a little. I strolled over to her and sat on the bed next to her.
"I'm having a little problem," I confessed. "You're coming across as a little stiff. We need to find a way to relax you a little."
I placed a hand on her breast and started lightly massaging it. Anne looked at my hand but didn't say anything. Her nipple actually peaked quite quickly and I could feel her breast swelling slightly. The look on her face didn't change.
OK, I decided, stage two. My hand slid down across her tummy and landed on her mons and I started to massage it. Anne showed some reaction this time, her breath deepening slightly.
And the chaperon stepped in.
"Ah, Rob," Olivia said hesitantly, "no touching, remember."
Before I could say anything Anne answered.
"It's OK, Olivia," she said. "I half expected that Rob would have to touch me a little to get me slightly aroused. He wants that arousal showing on my face."
"If it's OK for him to touch you, then why am I here?" asked Olivia.
Anne just laughed. "You'll know when the time comes," she said.
I continued to stroke Anne rather intimately and she was responding. From the way she was acting she was no stranger to sex, but I suspected that she used it more as a weapon than anything else.
When you're sitting next to a lovely naked woman, touching her intimately, you'd have to be a saint not to get aroused yourself. I very quickly had an erection that was quite uncomfortable. Thus the chaperon, I guess. If Olivia wasn't there I'd have been offering more than a touch to Anne.
Satisfied that her face was starting to reflect her arousal and passion I backed off and started shooting some more. These shots were much more the thing. You could tell that she was a willing woman, just waiting for the right man.
Then that cold hardness crept back in, replacing the arousal. The duties of a photographer are many and varied. Despite any personal distaste I was going to have to sit down and start running my hands all over the body of a naked lady. Ah, me, the sacrifices we make for our art.
Anne giggled as I touched her up again, while Olivia blushed and looked elsewhere. What did surprise me was Anne reaching out and checking out my erection.
"Ah, Olivia," she cooed sweetly. "I think I may now have need of your services."
Olivia came charging over, ready to fend me off, and stopped looking puzzled when she saw I wasn't really doing anything I hadn't done earlier. I looked at her and just shrugged, and we both turned to look at Anne.
