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 myself 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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