Message-ID: <35099asstr$1012975808@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: Iconoclast X-Original-Message-ID: User-Agent: Xnews/4.11.09 NNTP-Posting-Date: Tue, 05 Feb 2002 19:24:29 PST X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Wed, 06 Feb 2002 03:24:29 GMT Subject: {ASSM} Studio Photography Class - Ch 01 (M/F, oral, exhib, voy) Date: Wed, 6 Feb 2002 01:10:08 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: hecate, kelly All the usual warnings apply: If you're too young, too old, too scared, too shy or just too too to read this, then don't. If the jurisdiction where you live prohibits works of erotica, then maybe you should work to get your legislators out of the grasp of the unenlightened, unless you prefer to live in a place where scenes of killing, torture and violence are deemed suitable for anyone, but nudity, sex and erotic fun are verboten for their graphic depiction of joy. This work is copyright by Iconoclast. That's me. All rights reserved. That's lawyer talk. So I can say what you can and can't do with it. The power rush is incredible. So... you may download and archive this for your own personal use. That seems fair enough. This story may be presented on any site where it can be accessed entirely free, without the requirement of payment in any form, including any form of daily, monthly, annual or lifetime fee, an adult check, or any other way in which people get money from the reader. The story must be presented in its entirety, with attribution and email contact information attached. However, if you are a good looking woman the "payment" of a nude, preferably erotically charged, photo of you sent directly to me will probably cause all my thought processes to migrate from my head to my cock, in which case we can work out just about any reprint deal you want. That doesn't apply to scumbag scammers who send pictures of unknown naked women. If you guys (scumbag scammers) put my fully-protected copyright works on your sites, then I will not go to a lawyer. I know how to find you. I know people. 'Nuff said. Enjoy. But whether you do or not, send me an email. Constructive criticism is welcome but if you want to engage in an attack or flame war, go right ahead. I'll consider it part of my karmic good deeds, helping others to better mental health. Send email to: kreisthornNOSPAM@shaw.ca Take out the NOSPAM and it might even get to me. Studio Photography Class - Ch 01 (M/F, oral, exhib, voy) By Iconoclast (kreisthornNOSPAM@shaw.ca) A few years ago I finally did what I should have done a long time ago and got a divorce. For the first while after I left the house I was too numb to do much other than work and fix up a new life for myself. Fifteen years of marriage is a hard thing to easily give up, even when the marriage itself has become intolerable. When the divorce finally came through I was hit with anther blow when the court awarded my ex wife almost all of the assets and left me with all of the debts. I suppose that's what they mean by a fifty-fifty split. So there I was in my early forties having to start all over financially and emotionally. It took me only a short time to disabuse myself of the notion of having a swinging bachelor lifestyle. With money in short supply and not feeling up to the dating game after so many years out of it, I found time heavy on my hands, and so I decided to do some of the things that I really enjoyed and work on making myself feel better. I started working out again to lose some of the middle age spread and after a few months I was looking and feeling better than I had in years. In addition I looked around for some classes I could take which were not related to my profession but which would be strictly for fun. Ten years ago I had been very involved with photography and had taken several courses at a studio affiliated with a local college. Without even meaning to I had gotten about half the credits for a diploma in photography. I took every kind of course, architectural, studio, landscape, fashion and the figure, but my favorites were fashion and figure photography. That had ended with the demands of fatherhood and the disapproval of my ex. Now, with time on my hands and with the camera equipment being one of my few remaining assets, I decided to try photography again. After checking with the photography studio about the course schedule I decided to join a course in figure photography that was to start in a few weeks. Before the course started I spent a few evenings reading some of my old photography books and familiarizing myself again with the camera equipment. I have a very good camera which is perfect for studio work because it is completely manual and has a proper hot sync connection for studio strobe lights. I also have tripods and a very good flash setup as well as a couple of cheap studio lights. I fooled around with the equipment until I was satisfied that I could work it all without embarrassing myself too much. The First Session The big day finally came and I went down to the studio to start the first session. The classes were to be held for eight Saturdays from ten in the morning until four in the afternoon. I brought along only my camera, lenses and tripod since the studio was fully equipped with studio strobes (high-intensity flash units), backdrops, etc. Eager to start, I arrived early and so had a chance to check out the other students as they arrived. It was a very mixed bag, with some younger students in their twenties and a couple of older men in their fifties or early sixties. Most of the students were men, but I was pleased to see that a few women had joined as well. Finally the instructor came in and the class was ready to begin. Barry, the instructor explained how the course would be structured. The first day would consist of teaching lighting and posing theory in the morning and then some practical demonstration with a model in the afternoon, during which the instructor would demonstrate lighting and posing techniques and then each of the students would get a chance to take pictures under the direct tutelage of the instructor, with the rest of the class watching the process. Subsequent sessions would be a morning session of instruction in various things such as finding models, styles of nude photography and markets for nude photographs, and then having a critique of students' work from the previous session. In the afternoons the class would break into groups of four and each group would use one of the three studios (there were twelve students in all) and photograph the model. Because of cost constraints there would be only one model, or sometimes two, and the groups in the studios without the model present would work on lighting setups or other things while waiting for their turn. In the studio with the model one of the group would take photographs while the other three students acted as assistants for lighting and other tasks. They would rotate until each student had acted as both photographer and assistant. The instructor would be there to give advice and generally be a resource person. At this point the instructor asked each of the students to stand up and briefly give their name and why they were in the class. All twelve of us did so, and I particularly paid attention to the names and details of the four women in the class. Melanie, a pretty though slightly plump redhead who was 38 was taking the class for pleasure and for something to do. Chris, a 21 year old gorgeous brunette was doing this as part of the diploma course in photography and hoped to become a professional photographer. Sandra, who was 28, was another brunette, and she wanted to learn more about photography in general and had joined this class because it was the first one she found. Finally Jennifer, a 35 year old blonde stated that she loved photography and had taken a number of courses from this studio just for the joy of it, just as I had done years before. After the introductions, the instructor assigned us to our groups alphabetically, and I was overjoyed to find that I was in the same group as Chris and Jennifer. Not only were they both good looking women, they also had the talent and experience to make our sessions go very smoothly. Jim, the fourth member of our group was 33 years old and was taking the class strictly for enjoyment. Not a bad reason, but he had no experience and would not be able to contribute much to our group. Barry, the instructor, gave a very good lecture on the basics of lighting and posing, and then we broke for lunch. Most of us went to a diner down the street from the studio and passed a pleasant hour talking about the class. I found out that Chris wanted to specialize in fashion photography when she got her diploma and that Jennifer had been divorced for two years and was, like me, trying to do things that pleased her. From some comments that Jim made it was obvious that he was here mainly to see naked women, and I wondered why he just didn't go to a strip bar, as that would be much cheaper. When we got back to the studio after lunch Barry led us into the main studio and introduced the model, who was already sitting there on a stool dressed in a bathrobe. Allison was a gorgeous blonde with a great smile and a sparkling laugh. Barry explained that she was a university student who made extra money modeling, and that she was one of his favorite models because she was so pleasant to work with. When Barry asked her to stand up and take off her robe it turned out that she had a gorgeous figure to match her face. Perfect breasts, voluptuous hips and a well- proportioned body that could make a dead man drool. Seeing her dark neatly trimmed pussy hair it was obvious that she was not a natural blonde, not that I really cared. All of the students in the class seemed to agree with my assessment of her looks, since to a man (and woman) they kept staring at her while Barry explained what he was going to do this afternoon. Barry started posing her, carefully explaining how to alter the lighting to achieve different results and how different poses gave different effects depending on whether one wanted to photograph artistic nudes or cheesecake or emphasize sensuality. The men in the group particularly perked up during the display of the art of sensual photography. Allison was a very good model, and not at all shy. A few times she got into poses which caused her to spread her legs apart and show off her beautiful pussy, and she seemed to be getting as much fun out of it as the men watching. Then came the time for each of us to take pictures on our own, with Barry and a couple of the students acting as assistants to move lights and hold reflectors as necessary. I had a good session, not doing anything too creative but getting a few adequate pictures. Some of the students were obviously newcomers at this, but with Barry's help everyone managed to at least get their cameras and lights set up properly and get something on film. I was pleased to see that both Chris and Jennifer both did very workmanlike jobs when they took their turns. They both had the proper equipment and made some posing suggestions that turned out to be both artistic and erotic, which most of the men were reluctant to do in such an open setting. Jim was something else again. Although it had been noted in the course outline that all students should have a good camera with a flash sync attachment he pulled out a brand new fully automatic camera with no flash sync or any way to manually control the aperture or shutter speed. Since this wasn't going to work at all with the studio strobe lights, Barry had to loan him one of his own cameras. Since Jim didn't know how to work a manual camera Barry had to set it up for him, looking none too pleased. When Jim finally got started he snapped some quick shots and then asked Allison to sit down and spread her legs wide apart facing him. Barry quickly told Allison that she didn't have to do it if she didn't want to, and she politely declined. The rest of the set with Jim was fairly dismal, since Allison looked distinctly uncomfortable, and I had no doubt that the pictures would show that when it came time for a class review. At the end of the session, just before we all went home, Barry left us with some instructions for the next class. First we were all to remember to bring our developed slides so the whole class could see and discuss them. Secondly, he told us that in order to get the most out of the course we should learn to work well with a model. To achieve that he wanted us all to take some nude pictures of ourselves, preferably taken by another person or alternatively using the camera's self timer. This was to let us know what it felt like from the model's point of view. If anyone felt uncomfortable being fully nude he would consider it acceptable to be as barely dressed as we each felt comfortable with. And he wanted us to bring those pictures in on the following week as well. Finally, he let us know that for the fifth session he wanted us to bring in nude photographs of someone other than ourselves or a professional model. This, he explained was part of the lesson in getting and finding models, and he would go into more on this in the morning of the following week's session. These homework assignments seemed to put a hush on the whole class, and as we left most of the group seemed deep in thought about what they would do for their assignments. I was so wrapped up in thinking about the nude self portrait that I didn't have a chance to catch Jennifer's eye. I had planned on asking her out for a coffee after the class, since she was a fine looking woman and the sight of Alison nude all afternoon had forcefully reminded me that it had been a long time since I had dated a woman, much less made love to one. But she was already gone by the time I woke from my reverie, and so I went home alone. Homework Assignment 1 I spent the next few days wondering how I would do my self-photography assignment. I had no wife or girlfriend to be the photographer and no male friends whom I could really approach about doing it, so I was left with the self timer option. I was dissatisfied with this, since it wouldn't really give me the proper feel for the being a model if I ran from the camera to the focused spot and quickly assumed a pose. The matter of bringing in nude pictures of myself did not bother me. I am not body shy, and have gone almost exclusively to a local clothing optional beach for many years. And I was glad that, although I am no Greek god, I was in good enough shape now that I wouldn't be embarrassed by a billowing paunch and flabby flesh. I had resigned myself to doing self takes, which I knew would not turn very well, when on Tuesday afternoon I received a call at the office from my classmate Jennifer. She told me that she had gotten my work number, after much persuasion, from Barry. She and Chris had gone out for a coffee after the class (and that could have been me!) and decided to take each other's photographs for the following week's session. They also agreed that it would be closer to reality if they also had a man involved, so Jennifer had finally gotten my number from Barry and was asking me to participate. I had to stifle the impulse to yell out Yes! Yes! Yes! And calmly said that I'd be glad to. After some verbal juggling we discovered that both Jennifer and I would do nude poses and Chris would agree only to bikini shots. Also, Jim would not be invited, both because he was an inept photographer and because of his lack of seriousness about the class. Another bonus for me, being with two attractive women and not having to deal with a group member to whom I had taken an increasing dislike. We agreed to get together on Wednesday night at seven o'clock at Jennifer's apartment, and after getting directions said goodbye. Tuesday evening I spent a lot of time getting my equipment ready and packed and daydreaming about being alone with two women in various states of undress. I didn't get much work done the next day either, as I ran through various scenarios in my mind. I took off work early and rushed home to grab a light meal and prepare for the evening with a shower and shave. I arrived right on time at Jennifer's apartment, and after she buzzed me up I saw that Chris had already arrived. Jennifer and Chris were sitting on the couch having some wine and I gladly joined in when Jennifer offered me a glass too. We sat around talking for a while about the class and photography in general, but also about ourselves. It turned out that Jennifer was a systems administrator for a medium-sized company, while I was just starting out as an assistant administrator after changing careers. She was very happy in her job, but felt the need to express her creative side which was not fulfilled by the job. Chris was a student who still lived at home with her parents and was determined to make a career for herself in fashion photography. I'm sure all of us were feeling more than a bit nervous, and in particular the two women wanted to reassure themselves that I was serious about photography and not just some kind of sex maniac out for a quick thrill. After about half an hour Jennifer mentioned that both she and Chris had worn loose clothing (they both had on loose blouses and wrap around skirts) in order to avoid crease lines on the skin when it came time to take their pictures. She suggested that I might want to loosen my tight belt in order to avoid delay when it came time to take my picture. I was embarrassed that I had made such a rookie mistake but redeemed myself a little when I told her that I had brought a bathrobe along with me. I retrieved the bag that I had left in the hallway and Jennifer showed me the bedroom where I could change. Quickly doffing everything I put on the robe and came back out to the living room. Jennifer and Chris were busy setting up the lights, and I was impressed to see that Jennifer had three studio strobe lights with silver reflector umbrellas as well as a backdrop stand which allowed various backgrounds to be rolled down behind the model. She was obviously very much into photography. Although her living room was a bit small to be a real studio, she had everything needed to take really professional photographs. I started helping for a few minutes, although I felt uncomfortable being naked under my robe, and finally sat down in a chair to have another glass of wine. After about fifteen minutes or so all the equipment was ready. "Since you're already undressed, would you mind being first?" asked Jennifer. "Not at all." I said, and quickly walked over to the backdrop and took off my robe in one quick movement and dropped it over a nearby chair. It may be hard for some people to believe, but standing naked in front of two lovely women did not make me instantly hard. After many years of going to a nude beach I have found that nudity alone, whether of oneself or of others, does not arouse me. It is the situation and the eroticism which excites lust. And besides, I was feeling just a little bit small. Although my cock is a perfectly normal size when erect, it is just a wee thing when flaccid; so I tend not to believe that I am impressing anyone just by my sheer nude presence. Check out Michelangelo's statue of David or the painting of Adam in the Sistine Chapel ceiling to see what I mean. In any case there were no amazed gasps from Chris or Jennifer as I appeared before them in all my naked glory. They just looked over at me and continued their setup as before, but I thought (hoped?) that they did not find what they saw too displeasing. We had agreed earlier that if this worked out OK we might also use each other as the models for our second assignment, This was cheating a bit, since it wasn't like actually going out and finding someone new, but we had justified that by the fact that we were new to each other, and that none of us were too keen on just approaching a friend or relative or coworker to ask them if they could pretty please drop their clothes for us. Jennifer was the first on the camera, with Chris acting as her assistant. First she had me do some standard poses, art school type stuff and not very creative but more than sufficient to start to get a picture of what it was like to be a model. After a number of these she changed the film and got a little more creative but also more playful. I was told to stand up on tiptoe, to balance on one leg and so on. I was just thankful that this was photography and not drawing, since I could barely hold some of the poses long enough for the shutter to snap. Then it was Chris' turn at the camera. It was interesting to see the different vision she had of the shoot. She had me pose like a male model, with sullen downcast looks and pouty lips. I think this would have worked better with clothes on, but I'm sure that the pictures could be a hit in a gay magazine. By the end of my modeling session I discovered that I was hardly thinking at all of the situation of being naked in front of two women but more concerned about achieving the exact pose requested. I also discovered that I had some suggestions for poses and movements which I thought might work better than the ones I had been told to do, and I resolved to make sure that when I was taking pictures of models that I would at least occasionally ask for their input. Jennifer wanted to be next, so as I was putting on my clothes she walked up to the backdrop and took off her blouse and skirt. She was wearing nothing underneath and had a darn good figure. Nothing spectacular, but everything was in the right place and well toned. Her breasts were just the slightest bit droopy, but with pale pink areoles and nipples like those of a young girl. And those nipples were very perky. Not quite fully erect, but not soft and rounded either. I guessed that she was feeling at least a slight bit of arousal from the situation, and I was glad that I already had my pants back on, since I too was starting to get aroused. I was a little surprised but very pleased that her neatly trimmed pussy hair was also blonde. I made sure I left my shirt hanging out over my pants so that I would have some cover if I should start to get obviously aroused, and I regretted that I had worn tight jeans instead of a nice loose pair of Dockers. Chris already had her camera in hand, so she was the first to take photos. Again, her interest in fashion showed through, and she had Jennifer do a lot of poses that had a fashion feel to them, even though Jennifer was completely naked. As the session progressed, Jennifer started to make suggestions to Chris about poses. After a while she moved away from the backdrop and started to move around the room, posing on the couch and on the floor. The poses started to get hotter and hotter as Jennifer lay on the couch striking a seductive pose and now and then opening her legs a bit and running a hand down the side of her torso down to her hips. At one point she moved both of her hands down and caressed the inside of her thighs. I could see that she was becoming aroused by the whole scene, since her nipples became harder and her pussy lips started to expand a little bit. I carefully kept my loose shirt hanging down in front of me, since I too was getting obviously aroused, and I didn't want my hard-on to make the women nervous, and especially not to make them giggle. Finally Chris was finished and it was my turn to take photos of Jennifer. I started out with some fairly standard poses, but knowing the Jennifer was open to experiment and not very shy I soon moved on to some bolder shots. I had her move around freely in front of the backdrop and I took pictures when she got into a pose I liked. At one point she stood with her back to the camera with her legs spread wide, and a few wisps of blond pussy hair were visible coming down between her legs. I took a few good shots of this, loving the way her trim waist expanded into lush hips and ass and then moved down to well shaped legs. I just about lost it when she moved her hands down her legs until they grasped her ankles. Then still holding onto her ankles, she twisted her upper torso so that she was looking back towards me. Her swollen cunt lips were plainly visible, and her ass cheeks were spread wide enough to allow a perfect view of her cute little rear hole. The bottom and sides of her breasts formed a perfect picture, looking soft and touchable and utterly delightful, and the smile she wore made me almost as horny as the other charms she was displaying. I don't know how I managed to keep taking pictures, given how hot and bothered I was, but I managed to finish the rest of the modeling session with Jennifer without embarrassing myself too much. I was almost (but not really) relieved when it was over and Jennifer went into her bedroom to get dressed. Knowing that Chris was going to pose in a bikini all I could think of was going home to find some relief from my now-raging hard-on. When Jennifer returned from changing I was surprised to find that instead of getting dressed she had just put on a robe. The robe was a thin and translucent, and although the bold print made it hard to see through it was quite obvious that Jennifer was not wearing anything underneath. A couple of days ago I had really been looking forward to seeing Chris in a bikini, since she had a stunning body. Now, however, I was totally distracted by Jennifer walking and standing around in an outfit that created more sexual tension in me than even total nudity had done. Chris started taking off her clothes right in the living room, and it turned out that she had worn her bikini underneath her shirt and jeans. As she took off her clothes I almost groaned. Her body was everything it promised to be with her clothes on. Her tiny yellow bikini left almost nothing to the imagination. The top was cut very low, with firm breasts almost spilling out of the top. The bottom was almost a thong, with a small triangle of yellow material in front and another in the back, held up only by a narrow string of material that joined the two pieces. The sides of her ass were fully exposed, and even though she pulled down the back of the bikini so that it didn't completely disappear into the crack of her ass she exposed far more flesh than I had expected to see in a bikini shoot. Not even a wisp of hair was visible at the front of the bikini, and my imagination worked overtime trying to figure out what was hiding behind that thin strip of cloth. Despite the distraction of being in the same room as two near-naked women I gamely set up my camera and started to direct Jennifer in the lighting I wanted and Chris in some preliminary poses. As Jennifer moved around adjusting the equipment the top of her robe fell open a couple of times, further making it hard to keep my mind on photography. After Jennifer watched the first few shots being taken she suddenly said "Chris, this just doesn't seem to be working out at all. We're supposed to be taking nude photographs of ourselves, and you're just not getting the full impact of how it feels to be a nude model when you're still wearing clothes. Why don't you take off that bikini, or at least the top to start with? If it would make you feel more comfortable I'll take off my robe so that you don't feel like you're the only one exposed. And maybe Fred should do the same." With that, she undid the tie holding her robe together and dropped it to the floor. My jaw dropped to the floor at the same time. I didn't know what to do. The situation was tremendously exciting and I wanted to strip off right then and there, but there was the little matter of the raging hard-on which I was trying to keep carefully concealed under my shirt. I wasn't quite sure how the other two would react to that, and I really didn't want to end this whole session on a sour note. Noticing my hesitation (I must have stood there for about thirty seconds with my mouth wide open and not moving a muscle except for the one that the two women couldn't see) Jennifer asked "Come on. We've both seen you nude before." Then turning to Chris she asked "What do you think? Are you ready to drop that bikini if Fred gets naked?" Chris, who had not moved since the start of this little episode hesitated for a couple of seconds and then nodded yes. "But only if we're all in the same boat. I'd feel too naked if I was in front of somebody with clothes on." At this they both turned and looked at me. I turned beet red and finally stammered out my concern. "Uh. I'd like to oblige, but I have a little problem, and well, uh, I seem to have somehow gotten an erection." Somehow! I wonder how that happened? Not that they would ever guess the truth, right? Jennifer got a little smirk on her face and walked over to me. "No problem for me." she said, then turned to Chris and asked "You don't mind, do you Chris? I'm sure that both of us have seen a man's cock standing at attention before." Chris seemed somewhat hesitant, but gave a nod, and that seemed to settle it. They both looked at me expectantly and I suddenly realized that I would have to take off my clothes or give up on this whole session, and maybe even the photography course. Taking my cue from Jennifer I started to undress right there. Off came my shirt, which revealed the prominent bulge in my pants, then my shoes and socks and them my jeans. The tip of my erection was poking out of the top of my briefs, and I noticed that Jennifer had a smirk on her face while Chris looked more serious but interested. Then I quickly pulled down my briefs, and my cock was standing out saluting my two companions. I expected that the situation would quickly shrivel me up, (or down to put it more correctly) but my cock seemed to find the situation very much to its liking, and if anything got even harder. I could feel that my face had filled up with all the blood that hadn't already been redirected to my cock, and I just stood there looking at the other two and trying to gauge their reactions. There were no signs of awe and wonderment (sigh) but they both seemed to be amused at my distress and not at the sight of my hard on, so I figured that I had at least broken even on the deal. Jennifer turned again to Chris and ordered "Now it's your turn. Don't be shy; time to fulfill your part of the bargain." As we both watched Chris quickly removed her top. Her full breasts were released from their restraints but did not fall or sag, and they jiggled delightfully as she moved. They were a beautiful pear shape, with full nipples slightly darker than Jennifer's. Her nipples were already perked up, and seemed to grow larger as we watched. Moving with more deliberation, Chris put her fingers into the elastic of the bikini bottom and then slowly pulled it down, becoming red in the face as she did so. "I... I... was a little embarrassed about having a bare pussy, so that's why I didn't want to pose completely nude." she stammered out before pushing the bottom all the way down to her ankles and kicking the small cloth out of the way. Sure enough, a beautiful shaved pussy met our gaze as she turned towards us, and the blush on her face was matched by the pink tone of her pussy, which darkened while we watched. Jennifer immediately tried to reassure Chris by telling her that her pussy was quite beautiful and that everything was perfectly fine. Then she looked over at me as if expecting something more, and I finally caught on and added my own assurances to those of Jennifer. I was obviously rattled, since I should have taken the opportunity to go over and give her a big hug, but I guess that would have been just a bit much. So after a minute or so things settled down a bit and I awkwardly resumed taking pictures. Not the least of the awkwardness was that my cock was still rock hard, and seemed to get in the way whenever I moved around. Having gotten over her initial embarrassment, Chris really got into the spirit and moved around into various positions. Every time she spread her legs a little her pussy lips would open a bit and show a glimpse of her gorgeous cunt. She even did the same pose that Jennifer had done, spreading her legs and holding her ankles with her hands. So there I was in an totally erotic situation, with my cock standing up in front of two naked, beautiful women, and I had absolutely no idea what to do next. I had all sorts of fantasies, but I was afraid that if I misread the situation and made any unwelcome advances I would find myself out on my ear or even in jail. So I just kept on snapping pictures like a madman and hoping that something would happen to make some of my fantasies become real. Finally I finished taking pictures, still hard, still uncertain and still very much unfulfilled. We all took a little break to have another glass of wine to loosen up, though I think we were all about as loose as I had ever seen three people. While we were chatting and drinking the wine Chris suddenly noticed the time on a clock above the mantel (strangely enough, none of us was wearing a watch). "Yipes!" she said. "I really have to get home now. I've got an early class tomorrow and I still have some studying to do." "But what about my pictures of you?" said a clearly disappointed Jennifer. "Is there any way we could get together again before the next class?" "Well, tomorrow would be okay, I guess." Chris answered. "Friday would be too late to get the photos developed. How would that be for the two of you?" Thankful that I had not been left out of the next session I quickly said "Fine by me." And Jennifer also agreed to it. After that we all got dressed and settled on meeting again at seven the next evening. I asked if we could help take down the equipment, but Jennifer said we should just leave everything as is and start off the next evening without having to set it all up again. I had really hoped that I could stay behind and help Jennifer with the equipment and maybe get something even better started with her and my equipment, but no such luck. After I got out of there I raced home as fast as I could and finally got Mr. Happy calmed down all by myself. Not exactly the way I wanted to end the day, but I had the best orgasm I had had in quite a few years. On the way to work the next day I dropped off the three rolls of film I had shot for developing, and then spent the rest of the day doing very little work and a lot of daydreaming. I took off a little early to pick up the slides, and I thought I noticed a little smirk on the face of the girl behind the counter as she handed them to me. Viewing the pictures when I got them home I got all excited again, looking at the two lush naked bodies of Jennifer and Chris. I got to Jennifer's place about ten minutes early and I was a little disappointed to see that she was wearing jeans and a top. We talked for a few minutes before Chris arrived and I put out all of my somewhat limited supply of charm to try to impress her with what a great guy I was. Chris arrived a few minutes later and we all had some more wine and chatted a bit. I guess we all felt the need for some lubrication, because Chris and I had each brought along a bottle of red, and Jennifer had a couple of bottles of white chilling in the fridge. We had all had our slides developed, and put them in Jennifer's slide projector and commented on the results. Just a nice evening get-together with friends so far. When we all had a bit of a buzz on Jennifer said "Homework time!" and got up off the couch. Before heading over to the camera she casually took off her top and pants, again revealing that she was wearing nothing underneath. She looked expectantly at the two of us and Chris and I both got undressed. I was not completely hard at this point, but I quickly started perking up while getting undressed and watching Chris do the same. Chris and Jennifer were pretty excited too, since both of their nipples were standing well out from their breasts and their pussy lips were definitely engorged. Chris went to the backdrop and I handled the lights at Jennifer's direction. The first roll of film that Jennifer took of Chris was fairly ordinary series of artistic nudes, although Chris' happy attitude made for some spectacular shots. After Jennifer changed the film we all had another glass of wine before resuming the session. When we started again Jennifer asked Chris to pose for some less formal shots. Chris lay down on the couch and Jennifer took a few of her lying down in various position. Then the session started to take off in a whole new direction. "Chris, would you mind lying back on the couch and placing one hand over your pussy?" Chris seemed happy to oblige, and moved around for a few poses in that position. She finally wound up with her left hand behind her head and the right covering her bare pussy. Then she started to move her right hand slowly up and down her upper thigh, stopping just short of her pussy before moving it down the leg again. Then she slowly lifted her far leg to rest on the top of the back of the couch and her hand moved right up to her pussy lips and stayed there. Her fingers moved in an oval motion right around the outside of her wide open cunt, gently stroking her bare pussy lips. Finally one finger came to rest just over her slit, and she slowly started to stroke up and down. Jennifer was eagerly taking pictures as fast as she could, and I was mostly standing there with my jaw down and my cock up watching her stroke herself. I wondered if I could do the same, but decided that I could wait a while to see what would develop. After a couple of minutes Chris moved her hand away from her cunt and rested it on her thigh, revealing a very nice erection of her clit that echoed my own raging hard-on. "Great shots!" Jennifer said to her, noting the blush that had crept up Chris' neck and cheeks. "Why don't we take a rest and have another glass of wine." Chris got up and we all moved to the table for some more wine. All of us were a bit shaken and very excited by this latest milestone, and we talked quietly of everything but photography while getting our thoughts back together. When we had finished Jennifer turned to me and said "Maybe we should let Chris rest up a bit before going on with her. I really want to get some more shots of you, so would you mind posing for me again?" No problem, I assured her, and went over to the backdrop. "No, not there. I think I'd like some shots of you on the couch." "Sure." I replied, and moved over to lay down on the couch. "I want you to take the same kind of position as Chris just had, please. I want to compare how it looks when a man does it." So I lay down with my legs straight out and my hands on my thigh. Always eager to oblige. "Hmm... could you lift your leg to the top of the couch just like Chris did?" Okey dokey, I thought, and put one leg up on the back of the couch. Jennifer just looked at me without taking any pictures. I'm a bit slow, but after a few seconds I figured it out. Here goes nothing, I thought, as I put my left hand behind my head and my right over my cock. This elicited a positive response from Jennifer, who started smiling and taking pictures. After a few pictures in this position Jennifer's smile started to fade and the snapping of the camera slowed down. Oh God, I thought. I've never masturbated in front of a woman, and here I am with two gorgeous naked women looking at me like a bug under a magnifying glass. But I knew what I had to do, so I gamely started stroking my cock. At this point Mr. Happy decided to go into hibernation, and he shrank faster than a snowball in summer. Jennifer started to get a fakey looking frown on her face. Like I was deliberately ruining her shots. "I really wanted to get some pictures of an erect penis. Chris, could you help Fred out a bit? I just need him to get hard again." After only a small hesitation Chris came over to the couch and started rubbing my chest and arms. No response. Then she tentatively put her hand on my thigh and sat down on the floor beside the couch. She rubbed my thighs for a little bit, stroking up and down from the knees to just about three or four inches below my cock. There was a faint stirring from Mr. Happy, but nothing spectacular. I guess Chris decided that a little bit more direct action was called for, so as she rubbed my legs she went from sitting to kneeling on the floor, leaned over me and rubbed her breasts on my arm and stomach. That had a much better effect. My cock didn't spring immediately to a raging size, but instead slowly rose to bigger life. As it was reaching full size I considered whether I should deliberately try to hold it back just so I could keep on enjoying the breast rub for a while longer, but a sense of ethics (ha!) and my complete inability to control my response stymied that plan. When I was fully erect Chris stopped her ministrations and moved back to the lights to resume her assistant's role. Jennifer took a few quick shots and then asked me to resume what I had been doing. I moved my hands down and slowly started stroking the top and side of my thighs. I kept this up for a few minutes, and Jennifer's face went into that "You're toying with me!" frown again. Bowing to the inevitable, I moved my hand up to my pubic hair and then down to my cock. I rested my hand on top of my cock for a few seconds and then started to stroke it lightly with my fingertips. I stroked over and around my cock and down my inner thighs, moving my position several times and with the strobe lights flashing often. I was careful not to stroke too hard, so that I could avoid a messy accident and have to clean the couch. Besides, I had no intention of jacking off to fulfillment in front of two good looking women. At least not yet. Eventually Jennifer said that had all the poses she wanted, and that it was okay to get back to being the assistant. I stood up and moved away from the couch to the table where the wine was, and Chris and Jennifer joined me. It took very little time for my hard-on to go down, even though the situation (three naked people sitting down and sipping wine) was fraught with sexual tension. I say naked deliberately, because there is a difference between nude and naked. While we were up there posing we were nude, while the cameraperson and the assistant were naked but engaged in a professional activity. When we all sat down at the table with no clothes on we were all naked, without the legitimate artistic motivation for being in that state. I think we all felt that way, but Jennifer was the first to articulate it. Looking at Chris and me, Jennifer said what had obviously been on all of our minds. "I don't know about you two, but this scene is really turning me on. Sitting here naked with two good looking people is such a turn on. I say we cut the crap and admit that while the artistic and photographic side of this is great, the sexual side is also a big motivator. I've been divorced for two years, and I haven't seen a naked man for longer than that, much less gone to bed with one. I like being in a safe environment and having some connection with two intelligent, good-looking people and at the same time being able to look at some great bodies." Well, that opened the floodgates. I quickly agreed with her, explaining how deprived I had felt since my divorce. Chris too, it turned out, had spent quite a long dry spell in the dating scene, and was turned off by most of the jerks that she had briefly dated. We talked about this for quite a while, and although nothing was said about what would happen next, we all seemed to realize that a new phase of our relationship had begun. After we finished talking, Jennifer asked Chris to get back in front of the backdrop, while I would handle the lights. It started out fairly tame, with Chris doing some artistic poses. Jennifer even had her do some fashion-type poses that wouldn't have bee out of place in magazine ads had she been dressed. Then the new phase started. Jennifer asked Chris to move to the couch and lie down with her back resting against the arm. Chris did as she asked. Then Jennifer said "Could you please open your legs and stroke yourself just a bit." Without hesitation Chris' hands moved down to her pussy and started rubbing gently over and around her pubic mound. Then Jennifer asked her to put one finger inside her cunt and stroke it back and forth. With only the slightest pause Chris complied, moving the middle finger of her right hand into her cunt and slowly moving it back and forth. Then, without direction, she put two fingers of her left hand over her clit and started rubbing that as well. Soon she had two fingers of her right hand in her cunt and the two fingers of her left hand still rubbing her clit. All this while Mr. Happy was rising up to get a better look, until my cock was again getting in the way as it merrily bounced around from side to side. I could see that Chris was getting very turned on, with her nipples standing out like pencil erasers, and Jennifer was standing there with a smile on her face and with her nipples sticking out and her pussy lips engorged. I was happy to comply when Jennifer asked me to go over to the couch and sit down on the end opposite from where Chris was leaning back. Chris moved her feet so I could sit down, and I settled comfortably into the couch. Then Jennifer asked Chris to stop stroking (she looked a little disappointed at this) and sit up and turn around so that she was leaning back on me, with her head nestled in my lap. Jennifer took a few shots of us sitting in that position and then asked me to slide up onto the couch so that I was sitting with my back against the arm of the couch and with my legs on either side of Chris. Chris sat up while I moved around on the couch, and then settled back into position, leaning back against me and with her hands on my knees. The weight of her body on mine, particularly on my cock, was a thrill, since I had not been this intimately close to a woman for a long time. Jennifer took a number of shots of us in that position, saying a number of times that they looked terrific. My hands were hanging down my side or just lying on the couch and felt pretty awkward. Emboldened by the situation, I moved them up to Chris' side and gently touched her arms. Not getting any negative feedback from Chris, I moved my hands to the side of her body and slowly rubbed up and down. Jennifer shouted out that that was just the shot that she was looking for and started shooting away like mad. Being a good model and a complete professional, I kept improvising on the pose, and started to stroke the side of Chris' breasts. She sank further back into my body and I could almost hear her purr like a contented kitten. Not one to miss a really obvious cue I moved my hands up and stroked the top of her breasts and nipples. I think Chris and I could have gone on like that all night, though I did worry about the fact that she might not be totally comfortable with a hard cock sticking in her back. Jennifer, meanwhile, continued to take pictures, and the flash of the strobes was a bit of a distraction in an otherwise perfect scenario. I'm sure she got plenty of good shots, but enough is enough and she finally said it was time for a break. Chris and I sat up and moved over to the wine, my hard cock waving around in the air and slapping against my thighs as I walked. Even though I don't smoke I felt a real urge to have a cigarette just then, my only regret being that I had not come and my balls were starting to get more than a little sore. We all sat down quietly to drink some wine and ponder what we had just been through. I wasn't even in the least bit embarrassed about the precum leaking from the end of my cock, and though I had some fantasies running around in my head about what might come (me, I hoped!) in the future, I was quite content with what had already happened. After a bit of desultory chit-chat, we all realized that it was time to move on or move out. Jennifer started the ball rolling by suggesting that she should model next, since she had not been completely free at the first session. I don't know why we all had to keep up the pretense that this was just a photography session. I guess we needed something to fall back on in to save our egos in case things didn't work out. So she moved over to the couch and sat down on one end. Without even thinking about it I also went over and sat down on the other end and lay back on the arm with my legs spread wide and my back on the arm. Jennifer smiled and lay back on top of me just as Chris had done. I moved more quickly this time, almost immediately starting to stroke her arms and breasts. After a while of this I scrunched my shoulders down an bit and started to stroke her stomach and all the way down to her legs. She moved her legs apart, only slightly at first but then wide apart, letting one leg settle down on the floor. I was getting really good at this body language interpretation thing, and I started to stroke her fine pussy hair and cunt. Gently, gently I kept stroking, sometimes moving all the way back up to her breasts and then slowly back down again. We continued this for a while, ignoring the occasional bright flash. Finally, when my hand was stroking her cunt, I moved a finger in and started to slowly move it back and forth inside her cunt. By this time Jennifer was completely into the scene and turned on, and my finger moved easily into her slick juice- filled cunt. Too much is never enough, I always say, so I put in a second finger, then a third as she started to respond with her own bucking movements to my finger thrusts. I finally found her g-spot, I think (I'm never quite sure) and the intensity of her movement increased. Suddenly she turned over, forcing my fingers out of her cunt, and lay on top of me facing me. Then with one motion she moved her body up mine, took my cock in her hand and guided it to her hole and impaled herself in one thrust on my aching cock. She moved her mouth over mine and we kissed and fucked, with me thrusting my cock into her cunt and my tongue onto her mouth until I could feel her climax coming. Being a gentleman I waited until she was almost ready to come before I let myself go with the biggest, best, most wonderful orgasm that I had ever experienced. She didn't quite make it before I cane, but my grunts and moans must have been the final thing that set her off , and she came for what seemed like hours but was more likely a minute or so. We were both completely drained, exhausted and just plumb tuckered out. After a bit I remembered that we had an audience, and I looked over to see Chris masturbating beside the camera. Just then she came, and her yells of ecstasy seemed a fitting end to the scenario just played out. Jennifer and I just lay there in a stupor while Chris sat down to come off her own high. I eventually sat up and carefully moved off the couch while making sure that Jennifer didn't fall off and was in a comfortable position. My cock was slick with Jennifer's juices and my own, and I knew she would be in the same state. So I moved over and licked the wetness from the side and inside her cunt. The taste was tangy and a bit sweet and quite pleasant and I continued until I had her pretty much cleaned up. While I was performing my cleanup chores Jennifer roused herself with a very contented smile on her face and watched me. I expected that she would do the same for me, but after I finished and looked up at her hopefully she silently pointed over to Chris and indicated that I should do the same to her. In for a penny, in for a pound; so I walked over to the chair Chris was sitting in and kneeled in front of her. Her legs were already apart, so I just had to put my hands on her knees and put my face between them to get to my assigned target. I licked her juices off of her thighs and around her cunt. They tasted absolutely delicious, and it was especially erotic to lick her bare cunt, with no hairs to get on my teeth or tongue. I continued licking around and inside her cunt, feeling all the while that this situation was completely surreal. I felt a stirring in my cock, but I knew that it was way too soon for me to be able to get it back up again. I knew that Chris would have no such problem, so I continued to lick her, but with more vigor. I teased her clit with my tongue and put two fingers to work in her cunt. In just a couple of minutes she started to react, and I increased the pressure and tempo of my tongue and fingers. Finally she came, bucking in the chair and yelling for all she was worth. After she calmed down I had to clean off her juices again, a chore which I gladly performed. While sitting there after I had finished, Jennifer came over to me and nudged me down on my back on the floor. Then she put her tongue on my cock and started to lick up and down it. After she had gotten all of the wetness off of it and from around the base, she put my cock in her mouth and sucked on it like a lollipop. We must have all been there as we were for at least ten minutes - me and Jennifer lying on the floor naked, with my cock in her mouth; Chris naked in the chair with her feet spread apart revealing her very cute and very delicious cunt. What ended this post-coital bliss was that my cock started to grow again, still in Jennifer's mouth. I don't think I can be blamed for that, but Jennifer was having none of it. "Oh no you don't, mister. I've gotta get up early tomorrow for a meeting first thing. And I don't want to spoil this mood I'm in." This roused all of us out of our contented torpor. We all stood up and Jennifer moved over to the wine table and sat down. "Let's all have one last glass of wine and talk this over." she said. So Chris and I moved over and sat down and poured ourselves each a glass of wine, looking expectantly at Jennifer. "As far as I'm concerned we all had a great evening. Any disagreements?" Chris and I just nodded agreement. "Fine. We all had a great time, we all had one or more terrific orgasms, and none of us are any the worse for wear. That was the first time in a long while that anyone here has had a good fuck. And I mean fuck. We don't know each other well enough yet to call it making love. We could slink back into our lonely holes and go back to getting our rocks off with our hands all by ourselves, or we could build on this and have a great time. So here's what I suggest. We take this for what it is, a great whoopee time, where we can do some photography and have some great orgasms and fulfill both our creative and our physical needs. No jealousy, no bullshit. I'm not sure I'm ready for any kind of relationship commitment (looking hard at me), but I sure as hell am ready to feel better about myself. So what do you two think?" That's what I like about mature women; straight and to the point. "That suits me fine." I said. "I think both of you are absolutely fantastic in both looks and personality. I'm in." Whoops. A bit of unintentional double entendre there. Chris was a bit more hesitant. "It sounds good to me too. But I've never done anything like this before, and I don't really know if can just let myself go like that without getting jealous or all churned up inside." Jennifer looked over at her carefully. "Well, to tell the truth I'm not sure about the emotional ramifications either. I haven't done anything like this before either, and neither has Fred, I bet." I nodded agreement as she shifted her gaze to me. "I say we have nothing to lose. Uh.. at least I don't think so. Fred, do you have any diseases we should know about?" "Not me. It's been way too long for me without sex, and I get checked every six months when I donate blood." "Me neither." said Chris. "I haven't had unprotected sex since long before I had my last checkup." "So it's settled, then. I can see that neither of you have any needle tracks, so you're not at risk from infected needles. Is at all settled then?" Jennifer asked. Two affirmative nods answered her question, mine a little more forceful than Chris'. "So I suggest that we get together again for the class on Saturday and then do something with just the three of us on Sunday." I realized that Jennifer had taken complete control of the situation, but given the circumstances I didn't mind too much. "One more thing." interjected Jennifer. "I trust you both implicitly, but we all have to agree that any of the pictures we take will be for our own personal files only. No sharing them with friends or, God forbid, posting them to the internet." Chris and I both readily agreed by nodding our heads again. I really must stop doing this, I thought. Chris and I must look like a couple of puppets on a string. I mentally determined that I would try to get a modicum of control back as long, of course, as it didn't screw up this great deal I had going here. We spent the next half hour again going through the pictures we had taken the first day, and agreed that we would each bring only one or two fairly artistic nude photos to the next class. Since we were each to bring photos of ourselves, it wasn't hard to come up with a couple of each of us that we could bring. That brought up the question of developing. Using a quickie photo mart was out of the question, and even the professional lab that had developed my last set would probably be too risky for the photos that had been taken tonight. Because we were using slide film for the class at least the finished photos wouldn't be on display in the front window of the local photo mart, but it still seemed to be too much of a chance to take. Jennifer knew that there were a number of 'discrete' photo labs who advertised their services, even a couple located in our own city. I guess paranoia does strike deep, because suddenly we were all hesitant about sending those films from earlier tonight out to just anybody. We all agreed to let the matter ride until we could think of a better solution. As for the future, I agreed to go check out the specs and prices on some of the new digital cameras that had interchangeable lenses, high resolution and the other attributes required for a professional result. Maybe if the quality and features were good enough we could all chip in and buy one together if, that is, our group stayed together for more than a couple of weeks. Chris and I finally left the apartment around one a.m., both of us looking forward to our next class and our next group get-together. to be continued... -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+