By Louetta

Rae Ann's first photo shoot

Sometime around four years ago while I was doing a publicity
shoot for a local horse show I met a photographer named Harry.
Since that time I've done maybe a dozen jobs for him. He likes me
because I'm tall and skinny and flat and available all summer. I
mean available for photography shoots, not for anything else.
Being tall and skinny and flat are all big in modeling and his
customers have been happy with the results so he keeps calling
me. Harry lives on a very nice tract of land about five miles
from where I grew up and has a photo studio right on his own
property and some garden areas and trees and a swimming pool
which make nice locations for photo shoots.

Most people who read my stuff know about my best friend RaeAnn.
When I first started working for Harry I took RaeAnn with me
every time he wanted me. I didn't really know him and even though
he always had a make-up girl and a camera assistant and a
lighting guy and his wife there Rae still came along to protect
my virginity. Well, my modesty, anyway. Later I started going on
my own and since I now felt safe I enjoyed the way he flirted
with me, saying how much he appreciated the fact I never wear a
bra and how he stared at me in a bikini or while when changing my
clothes how he half watched me and stuff like that. Nothing
hairy, all good, clean fun.

Harry is sixty-four now, I think, a large Santa Claus type guy,
quite stout, with a gray beard and a shock of unruly hair. His
wife is a very nice looking blond woman about twenty years
younger than Harry and they have a slightly older son and a
daughter our age. They are kind of a hippy like family. He has
nude photos of his wife hanging in his studio, something I don't
think many men would do, and his daughter appears at the swimming
pool with no top on and just a thong bottom, which is something I
wouldn't do at my father's house. Or anyone else's house for that
matter. Once I saw his son emerging from the pool bare ass.

Which brings me to the point of the story. Harry does have a lot
of nude work in his portfolio and one day when he saw RaeAnn and
I looking at some of them he asked if we too would pose nude for
him, or as close to it as we felt comfy with. Naturally,
everything would be done on the up and up, with model releases
and chaperones and tasteful poses. We told him we'd think about
it. I knew then I didn't feel ready for it, even though I thought
when I did do it, Harry would probably be the guy I'd want, not
some stranger.


At any rate RaeAnn, who fancies herself as some sort of rebel,
was more or less amenable to the idea, even though she doesn't
model. But she does have a really killer body and so it seemed
like kind of a waste keeping it from the camera. But she wasn't
completely sure so she decided she'd try a topless shoot first.
It really is a shame to keep a set of tits like she's got from
the world. So we made arrangements with Harry and a few days
later we bicycled over there for what was RaeAnn's first ever
real modeling job. For money anyway, I've taken plenty of
pictures of her when we played games. Despite Harry being very
nice she was very nervous, which anyone would probably be. The
make-up girl did her face and fixed her hair and then Harry did a
bunch of stuff first with her in clothes and then they graduated
to bikinis to try to relax her. But I think all the suspense just
made things worse.

One of the problems was the witnesses, which in fact are
absolutely necessary. Harry had one girl to do make-up and help
him with the cameras and he also had his regular lighting man,
Albert. Albert was maybe nineteen at the time and he wasn't
really a lighting man like in a professional studio, he was more
of a handyman. For example when we came back to look at RaeAnn's
photos Albert was cutting Harry's lawn. But he had a good deal.
My father's had the same guy cutting his grass for years and as
far as I know that fellow hasn't had any on the job opportunities
to see girls naked. At least I hope not since my sister and I are
the only girls that live there, except for Mom, of course, whom
I'm sure feels the same way. Anyway I understood what RaeAnn's
problem was. Being naked, or at least bare breasted, in front of
another girl and a man old enough to be your grandfather was one
thing but having a guy there who was more or less your own age
was another kettle of fish. He always made me nervous and he
never saw me in less than my underwear.

At any rate, they graduated to some photos in a thong bikini,
which really set off Rae's body. I think at that point she
started to get into it a little more and enjoyed the way the guys
stared at her, especially her bare ass. Finally Harry wanted to
try some tasteful photos of her naked to the waist. Because she
had had a bikini top on they had to wait half an hour while the
marks on her skin faded. The wait made her nervous again but
finally Harry came over and very clinically asked her to take off
her cover-up so he could check if the marks were gone.

She was a little unnerved but dutifully she bared her tits for
him, knowing all the while Albert would see them too. I knew for
a fact she had never shown her boobs to an older man like that
and she was a little embarrassed when the moment finally came.
Showing a boy your own age your tits is something you relish,
watching his eyes on them, wondering what it will feel like
having his hands and his mouth on you, but showing herself to
Harry she later told me was more like showing herself to my
father. But in an instant she was naked except for her little
thong bottom.

Her tits are really beautiful, nice and full and round and soft
and snow white. I had seen them before, many times. When we were
younger we used to compare tits all the time. Even before we had
tits. Then almost month-by-month we'd watch them grow. Well, hers
grew. Now me comparing tits with her was nothing but an exercise
in frustration for me. But I digress. Harry asked her to put her
hands behind her head, which showed her boobs to full advantage,
which I don't think she'd counted on. Plus her nipples were rock
hard which I think embarrassed her even more because Harry could
see how turned on she was. Then he asked her to spread her elbows
back further which made her tits stick out even more. Awesome. I
think that was the word Albert was searching for.

Harry never turned a hair. He's seen a lot of girl's tits in his
time. Anyway, he was satisfied, as any sensible guy would have
been, and he said they could get started. RaeAnn looked a little
disconcerted when the make-up girl started putting blush on her
tits but hey, in these photos who was going to be looking at her
face? She also said she had ice cubes handy if Rae should lose
her nipple erection which, frankly, I thought unlikely. I knew by
this time she was well on her way to being fully lubed. I was
half way there just watching. Anyway, first Harry had her put an
open shirt on and they did some peak-a-boob stuff. Then finally
he had her strip to the waist again. He complimented her very
sincerely on how nice her breasts looked and began taking
pictures with gusto. I'm sure that's the way I'd want the
photographer to feel if I was standing there half naked. Back to
Albert the nineteen year-old light man. The shoot went very well
except that in addition to setting up and moving the lights part
of Albert's job was to stand next to RaeAnn with a light meter.
Meanwhile Harry tried to get her positioned just the way he
wanted her and fiddled with the camera and the barn doors on the
lights and puffed on a cigarette and all this time Albert stood
there holding the light meter about a quarter inch from RaeAnn's
left tit. Which, of course, is exactly what he was being paid to
do. I did notice he also spent a certain amount of time
eyeballing her tits too but I ask you, where would we all be if
guys didn't like to eyeball girl's tits? I like guys eyeballing
mine although they need good eyesight. OK, enough small boob
jokes.

Anyway Harry took more than two hours photographing RaeAnn's bare
tits before he was satisfied. After all, if he followed union
rules, which he of course did, he had to pay her for four hours,
so why not take your time. Actually Harry is pretty fast compared
to some people I've worked for who are never happy with the
lights or the hair or the make-up or the general state of the
economy. He did shots in the studio, shots out in the trees and
shots by the pool. Shots in pants, shots in shorts and shots in
bikini bottoms. Shots in big floppy hats, teasy shots with
kerchiefs partly obscuring her boobs and, I thought, some rather
whorish looking shots in high heels. Shots with her bent over
forward and bent over backwards and he wanted her to hang by her
knees from a tree limb but she passed on that. I'd love to see
how her tits look upside down. Maybe I can convince her to let me
string her up that way. Finally he was happy and they knocked
off. He realized it had been kind of a traumatic experience for
her and told her to call him if she wanted to go further. She got
dressed and we bicycled to the ice cream place. Sitting there
licking our cones she told me she felt like everyone was staring
at her boobs.

When the proofs were ready we went back to Harry's. The pictures
were great, as I knew they'd be. Harry knows what he's doing and
RaeAnn really does have a wicked body. Harry had some time so he
called his wife out to witness and did some more shots of RaeAnn
by the pool with a 35mm instead of his medium format which meant
he really wasn't serious. But she'd get paid again. Harry is
nothing if not generous. He had her just in thong bottoms, no
shirt. She has a great ass and you could tell Harry was really
happy with her body, in a very professional sort of way. He
started talking up the nude angle again and I knew Rae was
thinking about it and suddenly right there and then she told
Harry she'd do it.

Harry rejoiced. He really wanted to see her completely nude, I
think, photography aside. Just as a man. He asked her if she'd be
willing to shave herself completely bare for the occasion and she
said she'd have to think about that. She doesn't usually shave
all the way. I do so I know it makes you feel really exposed and
I love it but only Rae and my sister and the girls I swim with
and my lovers see me that way. Being photographed that way was a
little different. Harry said she could think about it and do what
she liked, just show up either with a winter bush, shaved neatly,
or completely bare. Her choice. She made an appointment for ten
days later so I knew winter bush was out.

Over the next week she fretted about doing it nude but she didn't
want to appear chicken, not that I would care and she knew Harry
would be disappointed. She could tell he wanted to see her naked,
even if it was just for photography. Having a man you like want
to see you nude can be a very tempting proposition. And deep down
inside I think she really relished the idea of showing herself to
the world. We talked about shaving and I told her to make sure if
she was going to do it to give herself enough time to heal up if
she cut herself or got a rash. Four days before she decided she
would shave all the way and she did it in my bathroom. Later she
stood in front of he mirror and we admired the way she looked. I
knew Harry would love her. Finally the big day came and, with
RaeAnn fortified with two beers she stole from my parent's
refrigerator, we bicycled to Harry's. She was already turned on
when we got there.

Harry was more than ready for RaeAnn in the nude. He had a
make-up girl to do her face and her body. She had to strip all
the way so the girl could powder her behind and her mound. She
was ready to comb her cunt hair with a rattail too, something I
do before all my dates, but Rae had rendered combing moot, at
least down there. Harry watched her get made up, something he
wouldn't normally do, even though she was naked. Usually you'd do
that in private but I'm sure he wanted to see her nude in a
natural, relaxed state and to help her get used to him seeing her
that way. He told her how happy he was she had decided to shave.
Harry's wife came in and so did his daughter. Whereas Harry was
sensitive to the concerns of his models, his son never made an
appearance. Too bad because she looked really luscious. It would
have been interesting to have a boy there we actually would date
if he asked. I could see his daughter, who is our age, sizing her
up. All girls do stuff like that. No contest, I thought. Rae
doesn't think that way, though.

Finally, she was ready. This time Harry went back to the medium
format and had a camera girl to do Polaroids for him and make
notes on the technical stuff, which meant he was really serious.
Of course Albert was there and he got to stare at RaeAnn in the
altogether for three hours and hold the light meter two inches
from her completely bald snatch, but she survived. I couldn't
blame Albert, I stared at her too. Later she told me being nude
in front of Albert reminded her of being tied to a tree or
something in the nude and the little fear that's always there
that a stranger will come along and you'll be helpless to resist
him. That made her even hotter. I wondered what Harry's wife
thought, having her husband photographing this beautiful young
girl in the nude. She looked great naked, always did, since she
had been five years old. And Harry did not hide his appreciation
of his naked young subject. He continually told her how gorgeous
she was. He spent three hours on the session. She looked great,
the photos looked great and Harry was great. The only problem was
she had to take two breaks to pee because of the beers she had
drunk. And to clean herself up as she got wetter and wetter down
there.

Harry started with the obligatory peek-a-boo stuff, with RaeAnn
covering parts of herself with feather boas and kerchiefs and
stuff like that. Then he had her drop the props and cover herself
as best she could with just her hands. Then he did her from the
rear, first with her hands on her ass and then bare bum. He shot
her with her hands over her head and then had her bend over. You
could see everything. She didn't like it and it showed but she
had promised herself she'd do everything he wanted except put
stuff in herself so she did it for as many shots as he wanted.
You could tell he liked her that way. I know she's never been
done from the rear but later she said she did find it kind of
exciting in a kind of taboo sort of way.

Then he had her turn around and did some tit shots, with her
hands hiding her privates. She looked just awesome, naked as the
day she was born. All the time her nipples were hard as rocks,
and so were mine. At that point he wanted her to stick her
fingers into herself and she declined and Harry didn't press it.
I knew she was horny enough so she must have been tempted. A few
quick strokes and he would have been able to photograph her
cumming. That would have been a classic. I know from our games
she really gets into it. When she's getting whipped you think
she's screaming in pain but it's really her getting off. You're
supposed to hit her even harder. She never even feels it.

I searched her face for clues to how she felt. I remembered how I
felt the first time a boy saw me naked. At first I covered my
breasts and my genitals with my hands. I looked at him and he
looked at me. I could tell he liked what he saw and that made the
little hint of fear I felt worthwhile. My breath quickened, my
heart beat faster. I felt anticipation of him enjoying my naked
body. The dampness in my armpits, between my legs. The musky
smell of my own sex. I looked at him and he looked at me. The
ache in my tummy, just above my cunt, made me wonder who wanted
who more.

I dropped my hands to bare my tits, white as snow, soft as silk,
pink nipples hard as rocks. Pale white breasts glowing softly in
the morning sun. The air was cold but I wasn't. My own inner
engine warmed me. I felt the little tightness in my stomach that
is the uncertainty I still feel when I'm naked for the first time
for a new boy, the wonder of the fire building in my body. I
removed my other hand to expose the silken ramp of my cunt hair,
the thin brown ramp that leads to the promised land. And I
offered Bmyself to him. Not verbally, just physically. Hungry
eyes upon me, devour me. He stands in front of me and stares. And
the more he stares the more my moist pink pussy burns. I'm all
brown hair and boobs and flat tummy, long thin legs, taut little
rear. Legs spread just enough. Just enough to make the offer
clear. And he took me up on it. I gave myself gladly. And I never
regretted it.

I watched RaeAnn's face and knew just what she felt standing
there naked as the camera snaps away and she closes her eyes and
concentrates on the magic feelings deep in her body. Lost in the
joy it gives her. The warmth of her breasts, the hardness of her
nipples, the heat in her loins, the moisture of her pussy, the
ache inside that only one thing can cure. I saw her squeeze her
thighs together, knowing exactly what she was trying to do. And
all the while Harry snapped away.

Finally he started the serious nude work. Indoors in front of a
screen, outdoors in some woods, by the pool, then back indoors
for some really sexy stuff on a bed. First lying there on her
stomach, then sitting up, then lying down, then stretched out
full-length nude. Finally, he had her spread her legs. First, he
had her keep her hands in front of her and then at last he had
her take them away. She lay there on the bed, legs first spread
wide then with her knees pulled up, just like if she were with a
boy. What she would have given for a boy just then.  Harry took a
lot of stuff with her feeling herself up, rubbing her hands up
and down her body, over her tits and her ass and between her
thighs but no direct cunt stimulation which we all knew would
make her explode. He kept at the spread leg stuff. I had seen her
nude more times than I could count but I couldn't help stare at
the wonder of her with her lips spread wide. The pinkness of her
insides against her snow-white skin, the burning desire I knew
she felt almost overwhelmed her and I knew right then she would
have begged the right boy to do her properly. I couldn't take my
eyes off the girl I had known for so many years, legs spread wide
there on the bed, her body offered to whomever would take it. How
I envied her. All through it her pussy just glowed, her lips so
moist and shiny that later the makeup girl had to give her some
tissues. It was all she could do to keep her hands off herself.
Later on she fixed that.

I always knew Harry was a little kinky so I wasn't really
surprised when he asked her if he could tie her down, spread
eagled there on the bed. This was something we both would have
died for if we were alone with a guy but not here in public so
she declined but she did let him tie her hands together. He had
her sit on the edge of the bed and he took a nice white cotton
piece of rope and tied her wrists in front of her. Then had her
put her hands behind her head to better show off her tits. She
was lovely, with her boobs displayed, completely nude, her hands
tied.

Then he tied her wrists behind her and at that point I suggested
he tie her elbows too to force her chest out. That was always a
big turn on for both of us. And now it was for all of us because
I know Harry appreciated this naked girl there helpless in front
of him. And I bet his wife did too. I bet he ties her up
regularly in their bedroom. I wondered if his daughter ever let a
boy tie her up. As he photographed her tied up like that I saw
her stare at Albert. I knew the thought of being helpless, nude,
tied up in front of a strange man was enough to make her explode.
Seated on the bed I could see her try to force her cunt lips down
so she could rub against the fabric.

Lastly Harry retied Rae's wrists cross wise in front of her and
strung her up by her wrists. That was best of all. I've done it
to her a couple of dozen times. I love it and she loves it. Oh
for a whip and some privacy. I've never done her bald that way.
Bet that would hurt something wicked. Finally he untied her and
thanked her and told her she could get dressed and invited us
back to see the photos. I knew I couldn't wait and neither could
she. While she got dressed, Harry asked me again if I wanted to
try it. I said maybe, maybe a few simple nudes but I'd have to
think about it. He offered to pay me over scale but it really
isn't about the money. He knows that.

Rae came back with her clothes on and Harry kissed us both gently
on the forehead and we left. Like before we bicycled over to the
ice cream store. Sitting there in the shade eating our ice cream
Rae just glowed. After ice cream we bicycled over to Stiles Pond
and ditched the bikes and walked into the woods and stripped to
our underpants and lay in the sun. After a few minutes I slipped
into the water to go for a swim. Looking back to shore I could
see Rae's hand had slipped inside her undies. It was a short swim
so I hung off the raft and let her finish what she had longed to
do all morning. Half an hour later I went back and she was lying
there softly asleep. An hour later some fishermen showed up so we
put our clothes on and went to my house.


  
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