My Parents Neighbor

By Smittie

The photographer I have done fairly well for myself. I make a good living as a commercial photographer. I know what you must think. Naked supermodels in the studio all the time. It doesn't really work that way. I have done my share of Catalogues and Bikinis but just regional stuff and mostly commercial stills for advertising. Still it pays better and had better hours than the old wedding photographer gig. I do weddings for my friends and their kids and usually do it as a present nowadays. I started young. As a matter of fact when I was still in High School. I picked up my dad's Nikon one day and started taking pictures. It blossomed to Year Book and then weddings and portraits as I went to college. My dream was always to become a Playboy photographer but I am sure that is one of all teenage boys fantasies. Now that I am semi retired I have lots to share. Over my career I have had a number of pretty wild sexual encounters and I thought I would write them down. They may not come out in order but they will all be written about photography and the situations it got me into. My Parents Neighbor Shortly after I developed the unquenchable thirst to take pictures I came to an undeniable fact. Film paper, Darkroom time, and equipment cost money. My Dad was not really willing to support my "Hobby" the way I chose to do it. He felt I would be better off studying to be a lawyer or accountant or anything rather than a photographer. Well I started doing pool service and yard service for some of my neighbors. My parents lived in a very affluent community so the money was good, the work was outdoors and I had plenty of free time. I was developing quite a large portfolio and many of our neighbors had hired me to do Portraits. The Jenson's lived three houses down. The husband was in his 50's and was a banker. Mrs. Jenson was still this side of thirty. Kind of a trophy wife, but not that kind of trophy. She was a snappy dresser and went to all the right functions. She was Hostess at all the right parties. I was pretty sure she was a very beautiful woman but she was very careful to always be dressed in what was thought of as suitable. I did there pool. I saw her on several occasions. She always wore designer one-piece suits. Very stylish and elegant but they revealed almost nothing. For her, swimming was serious exercise and nothing else. At one of my parent's annual parties during my senior year in high school, Mrs. Jenson picked up one of my portfolios and was scanning through it. Later that night she approached me and told me how much she enjoyed my work. As far as I could remember that is the first time she had said any more than three words to me. I thanked her and we talked about photography for awhile. Mrs. Jenson asked if I had any more work? I told her I had plenty and asked if really wanted to see it. She said yes so I took her to my hobby room and pulled a few Binders down from my shelf to show her. They were mostly flowers and landscapes and pictures like that. She looked at them carefully and I told her how I shot them and she seemed pleasantly interested. I was about to go on to the next book when my mom called and I had to go take care of some sort of party emergency. I had to run down to the convenience store and get more ice. I had told Mrs. Jenson to help herself and when I returned My studio/ hobby room was empty. On the table neatly stacked were several of my books of pictures. On the top was my binder of my Girlfriend I had shot only a week ago or so. I figured I was in trouble for sure. They were the first Nudes I had ever taken. They came out very good but I wasn't sure what my Mom and Dad would say about me taking pictures of naked girls so I had kept it semi hidden. I put away my books and went to face the music. To my amazement my straight-laced parents seemed normal and happy. It was obvious Mrs. Jenson hadn't ratted me out. I got back to my favorite job and started mixing drinks. I was assigned Bartender duty at all my parents' parties and as the night progressed it got easier to sneak the occasional drink. I was in the middle of mixing myself a wild new creation out of my bartending book when Mrs. Jenson sat at my bar. She told me she really enjoyed my work. I again thanked her and I also apologized for the nudes she had seen by mistake. She blushed slightly and told me those were the ones that caught her interest the most. The young lady, my current girlfriend, was very pretty and very sexy in the pictures. I told Mrs. Jenson thanks again and I also told her that my parents might not see it the same way so would it be ok if she didn't say anything to them. She laughed and we talked for a few more minutes. I tried out my wild concoction and it was horrible but hey, we all have to try. Mrs. Jenson chatted and I could tell she was waiting to say something. Finally she had a minute with me when no one was at the bar but her. She leaned over and touched my arm. She very quietly asked if she could hire me to take her picture. I of course said sure. She then said well I hope you understand I want you to take discreet pictures. It finally sunk into my head that she wanted me to do sexy portraits of her and I blushed. I said of course I would but why me? There are plenty of professionals that would be happy to do that for you. It was her turn to blush. If I weren't half drunk I wouldn't even have the courage to ask you. I really want some pictures to wake up my husband and to add a little spark to my marriage. I want to have children before it is to late and lately Bill, Mr. Jenson, has been to busy with the bank to be interested in me. It has to be our secret and I feel I can trust you. I asked her when she would like to do it and she said tomorrow after noon would be fine. I asked her what we should start with and she said maybe a few out by the pool. We set a time and Mrs. Jenson went off to rejoin the power brokers at the party. The next day I gathered up my stuff and set off down the street to the Jenson's. I really figured we would probably do a few coy cheesecake shots out by the pool with Mrs. Jenson wearing one of her designer suits. I went straight to the back yard and began setting up my tripod and my reflector panel. I had brought my photo flood lights and stands in case we moved in doors but at one in the afternoon, light was not going to be a problem. Mrs. Jenson came out and offered me a cold beer. She was working on a glass of wine and promptly told me to call her Betty. Betty was wearing High heels and a short little terry beach cover up. Her hair was done in a nice sweep and her nails and makeup were perfect. I expected nothing less. I had her sit on the lounge under the cover and set up my reflector. I took several pictures with Betty moving around and changing poses. I really wondered what was under the cover up but was still to shy to ask her to take it off. Finally Betty indicated her beach cover and asked if she should take it off. I nodded my head and she undid the belt and slid it off her shoulders. I watched her through the view finder. Betty said to me no one has ever seen me in this suit not even my husband. She dropped the robe. She had on the teeniest bikini I had ever seen. It was before the days of thongs but the bottom barely covered her ass cheeks and was attached by metal clasps, low on her hips. The top was tiny too. Her tits were almost overflowing from the cups. The top featured the same ornate clasp between her breasts. I was finding it hard not to stare. I began directing her in more and more provocative poses. My dick was already rock hard. Finally I asked her to go to the diving board. I had her lay a towel over it and lay down on it. She was still wearing sunglasses and High Heels. With her feet kicked up and her ass lifted she was so hot I almost came in my pants. I had her turn her back to me and put her hands on her head and look over her shoulder. I finally asked her to undo her top. I was sure she would stop me but she didn't. With her back to me I took a picture of her with her top held open. Then another with it on her shoulder then again with it laying beside her on the board. I had her get up on her knees and look back over her shoulder. Then she repeated the pose again with her knees spread and her ass sticking out to the camera. I finally got her to lie back down but this time with the suit top off. I fired off the same set of poses with her on her tummy as I had done earlier. I went for broke and asked her to roll over. She did it. Her arm was draped over her tits but it was plain to see she was topless. I approached her and reached out and undid one of the clasps on her hip. I had a dry mouth and a very sore stiff cock. I had her arch her back and then asked her to move her hands over her head. She slowly stretched. You could see daylight under the small of her back. Her hair was now piled in an auburn mass above her head. Her legs were bent and her knees slightly spread. Just a hint of pubic hair could be seen at the edge of the bikini bottom. Looking directly at the camera she slowly raised her hands and laid them down above her head. Her tits were perfect. Her nipples were rock hard. I took several pictures and finally Betty sat up and slipped on her cover up. I had already gotten more than I had expected and I caught Mrs. Jenson looking at my bulging pants as she walked to the house. She looked over her should and asked if I was coming in. I gathered my stuff hastily and followed her into the Dining room. She said to me. I thought maybe my bedroom would be a cute place for a few pictures. I followed her up the stairs and into her frilly white bedroom. It was immaculate and all satin and lace. I began setting up around her Brass canopy bed. She went in the bathroom and returned wearing an almost transparent floor length gown. She had changed into white high heels as well. I took a few shots of her as she approached. She lay down on the bed and began to pose. The dark patch was clear to see as well as her pink hard nipples. The shots from the side were the best. You could see the shape and outline of her perfect breasts. She slipped the see through gown off her shoulders and let it pool at her waist. I took several from behind. Her back was completely nude and you could barely see her ass through the gown. Mrs. Jenson slipped out of the gown completely and I fired off a few with her ass exposed to the camera as she slipped off the top cover of the bed. I had her pose every way I could think of with just her white satin sheet and pearls and high heels. Every pose exposed more and more of her body to the camera. One of my favorites was of her facing the camera with her hands crossed over her head and the sheet gathered between her legs. Betty then cast off the sheet completely and began posing completely naked. I took many of her on her hands and knees with her ass and her wet pussy facing the camera. Finally Mrs. Jenson looked me in the eye and told me she had to ask me something embarrassing. I wondered what could be more embarrassing then spreading your pink pussy for the camera but I said OK. Betty reached to a bedside drawer. And took out a magazine and handed it to me. It was a bondage magazine. I am sure I blushed. She told me that her husband had many of them hidden and she would like me to take pictures of her that way. I blurted out tied up? She meekly said yes. She again reached in the drawer and brought out a stack of black silk scarves. She told me I could do anything I wanted with her. I sat there for a minute and leafed through the magazine. I was sure I could replicate some of the poses. I noticed with my photographer's eye that the women that were bound very neatly, were more appealing to me than the ones that had sloppy ropes or straps holding them in place. I looked at Mrs. Jenson and told her to come to me. She hesitated for a minute but then got up and walked to me at the end of the bed. I took the stack of Black silk scarves from her and set them down on the brass rail next to me. Mrs. Jenson was standing so close I could feel her breath on my neck. Even in High heels she was several inches shorter than I was. I took one scarf and wrapped it carefully over her eyes. Betty moved as if to stop me but thought better of it and lowered her arms. I tied it in a simple knot behind her head and then adjusted the tails so it was neat and even. I couldn't help but let the back of my hand trail down her body over her nipples. She trembled and I watched as her nipples crinkled even tighter. I grasped her arm and turned her away from me so she was facing the bed. I reach to her elbows and drew them together behind her back. As her elbows came back her chest was forced out and her nipples pointed even more skyward. I very carefully tied her arms together just above the elbows just as I had seen in the magazine. I again allowed my self the pleasure of caressing her nude body. I took her hands and put then together palm to palm and tied her wrists that way. Again I was very careful to make sure the scarf was secure but also neat and even. I pushed her forward till her hips made contact with the brass bed rail. I knelt behind her and carefully moved her feet further and further apart. Mrs. Jenson was mewling and her breath was getting ragged. I bound her ankles to the outside posts of the bed and then secured her knees to a brass cross member. She was slowly pivoting from side to side testing my knots and trying to ascertain exactly where I was. I let my hand trail up her leg to her inner thigh. I brushed it over her swollen pussy lips and pulled it back to see the moisture. I stood up close behind her and put my juice-moistened hand over her mouth and nose. Mrs. Jenson collapsed back into me and allowed her lips to part. With no prompting from me she licked my fingers clean. I was sure she could feel the massive bulge in my pants at her ass cheeks. I stepped away and began taking pictures. After once around I stood close to her and unzipped my fly. She flinched at the recognizable sound but said nothing. I again stood behind her. This time my cock was buried between her hot ass cheeks. I took the last silk scarf and wrapped it around her neck . I bent her forward and took the tail of the scarf and tied it to the brass bed rail under her. I again stepped back and shot pictures all the way around my beautiful damsel in distress. Her ass pointed to the sky, her breasts crushed to the bed. Her neck circled in tight black silk holding her in this subservient pose. I could stand it no longer. I gathered up her white silk gown and threw it over her head from behind. I wrapped it tight as I slipped my cock up to her puffy pussy lips. I slipped in easily. Mrs. Jenson convulsed threw a series of orgasms. I looked to the bedside mirror. The woman's face and head shrouded in white transparent silk. The gown twisted into a cruel leash. Her bound body completely vulnerable to me. I fucked her as hard as I could and she was racked by orgasm after orgasm. I pumped a gallon of cum into her clutching pussy. After I rested for a minute or two, I untied Mrs. Jenson She sat for a minute and rubbed her wrists and ankles. As I packed up my stuff I was wondering if she was going to call the cops. She finally looked at me and asked me how long it would take to get the proofs. I told her I did them myself so I could have them some time tomorrow. She looked at me sternly and said, if I am not completely pleased I will insist you reshoot the session. I said that wouldn't be a problem. I would be more than happy to retake any she wanted. We actually did several more shoots that summer. Even some in the tool shed with her tied to a tool rack. I really was getting into bondage photography. The next month we were awakened by the sounds of an ambulance. Old Man Jenson had died of a heart attack. The rumors in the neighborhood were that the police had found Mrs. Jenson securely tied to a chair and Mr. Jenson had died having sex with her. Once the estate was closed Betty Jenson sold the house and moved closer to her mother. I am happy to say she got her wish. She was noticeably pregnant that last time I saw her as she drove away.