Esther the Amish Adventuress - Chap.  1 By Simon Josher hypnohelper69
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author.

   Rumspringa is an Amish tradition that allows the young people to try the
"English" world as they call the non Amish way of life.  It typically
starts somewhere between the age of 16 to 18,depending on the exact one of
the divisions of the Amish church they belong to and goes until the youth
make a decision to leave the church and be shunned or to join the church
and leave the English ways behind.  The indiscretions of the youth during
this time are for the most part overlooked although in many Amish
communities, drinking and drug use is becoming more widespread and has in
recent years gotten a number of the youth in prison.

   I have always held to the belief that what goes on behind the doors in a
persons house is their business provided that it is consensual, if it
involves pain the bruises need to go away in a week or so, and does not
involve young children in a harmful manner.  I would exclude children
totally except for some naturalist families that I know who have some of
the most well adjusted children I have ever met.

   This general story actually happed at my business.  This is about 80%
fact but names and places including states have been changed to protect the
participants.  I was as careful in reality as in the fiction to ensure that
they were aware of what they were getting into in this new arena of their
lives.  In many respects they were as naive as children.  From their
lifestyle, they knew well about animal reproduction but were innocent of
any knowledge of recreational sex.

   Esther and Amos still model for me 6-8 times a year and as they live on
the premises and he is unable to have children, they have a much more open
lifestyle than is ever guessed by the local community.

   This is a long story - it was written with details and to be honest, I
am not sure if it is a story about business with erotic details or an
erotic story with business details.  If you are looking for something in
under 2 min., I suggest you go to www.quickjerkoff.com .  If you wish to
email me, please do so.  My email is josher-75729atmypacks.net You must
remove the "at" and replace it with @.  This is done to minimize spam. 
Thanks Simon Josher.

   This has had a first draft editing but is not complete.  I am posting
the first 8 chapters to get feedback and decide if the interest is there to
post the balance.

   I own a commercial photography studio at the edge of the town of
Sugarcreek Ohio.  It is located in the heart of Ohio Amis country.  Since
the Amish do not believe in photos of humans at least most divisions of the
church, they generally had no involvement with my business.

   As a commercial studio I had limited walk in traffic and few people
visited my studio except by appointment so it made for quite a private
office setting.

   My business was centered on shooting items for catalogs and brochures.
For some of the clients I did the layout work for the printers.  I tried to
provide full service to the clients so film, digital and video were all
readily available and the in house darkroom allowed me to get the proofs
and images to the client as fast as if I were located in a larger town.

   While most of my customers were industrial and manufacturing businesses,
one enterprise in Cleveland, 75 miles to the north of me, stumbled into a
sideline of dealing in closeouts and liquidations when a debtor defaulted
and offered his business as payment.  Joe never knew what items or
businesses he would own next.  In the process of liquidating the
liquidator, Joe found that one of the assets was a substantial interest in
a wholesaler of adult toys and sexual novelties.

   Once every week or two I would get a shipment of products to photograph
and once I was finished, I could keep the items or dispose of them any way
I wished, so in addition to the props and wardrobe items that I purchased I
ended up with enough clothes and shoes to make a small store proud.  At the
time this story starts, I had 6 full time and 4 part time employees in a
7500 square foot studio.  The part time people were generally makeup people
for my models and one assistant for large or location photo shoots.  Two of
the employees, Sandy and Stacy, did double duty as office staff and
detailed the models for my shoots.  On small shoots, they did the nails,
hair, makeup, dressing, and accessorizing of the models.

   I was always building new sets for each ad campaign or redecorating
larger sets.  I got tired of always cleaning when what actually made me
money was using my creative skills.  I decided I was going to hire someone
full time that could do the cleaning, launder and repair garments, get
coffee, and to put it simply be an assistant in everything not relating to
photography.  In the corporate world that position would be called an
administrative assistant of some kind.  I put the word out to my network of
contacts and a couple days later Esther turned up and asked me for the job.

   She was 18 years old, a tall willowy blond Old Order Amish girl.  She
had cleaned house for one of my friends who was getting transferred out of
state.  She told me that if I would consider her that Fred told her to have
me call him.  He told me that she was an outstanding worker and that if
there was any way possible they would have moved her with them to continue
working.  He told me that she had a boyfriend who was just recently
recovering from an injury and they were dating so forget the moving.  He
had one last cryptic comment; "don't forget to look beneath the surface.  I
think there is more than meets the eye."

   I thanked him and hung up the phone.  I looked at her once again and saw
that even with her modest clothing that she had a body to die for.  She saw
me trying to discretely check her out and did not flinch or draw back but
instead slightly thrust out her chest and smiled back at me.

   I gave her the tour while I was mulling this over in my mind.  You can
come along and I will describe it so that you will relate later in the
story.  I might even post some photos or drawings at some time.

   We went from the lobby into the production area where images were sorted
to be filed or shipped or most of the time cropped and edited until the
final product was polished and ready to be seen by the client.  We next
went into the shooting area.  This was a large open area with sets built on
two of the walls and a high key wall on the far end.  The next area was a
dressing area with a 4 chair makeup area where the models got their hair
styled and makeup applied.  The walls were hung with tear sheets from our
work along with before and after shots of the models.

   I could see that she was entranced by all of this and spent some time
looking at the before and after shots.  She also commented on having seen
some of the ads and the sets on billboards and in magazines.

   I took her into the prop storage area.  There were racks and storage
shelves with clothes of all kinds, shoes of all sizes and styles; there was
a washer and dryer and ironing supplies at the one end.  At the other end,
there was a counter from a jewelry store where the accessory jewelry was
displayed so that it could be chosen instantly.

   There were two doors that led on out of the prop room that I kept
locked. One went to where the adult products were kept and the other went
to a two bedroom apartment where the previous owner had lived.  I didn't
take her into either of these areas.  Instead we went through the break
room/kitchen combination into the hallway that led to the lobby and past my
office.

   When we got to my office, I explained exactly what I wanted.  Keep
everything spotless and the props mended or laundered and ready for use. 
Additionally she would be my helper.  Did she think she could to that?

   "Oh yes, in addition to cleaning I am a good seamstress."

   I told her that I had three concerns.  The first was that much of what
we did dealt with things that were contrary to her religion and I was
concerned that doing that would make her uncomfortable.  The next was that
in her job she would be spending large amounts of time with me and I wanted
her to be comfortable in her work.  I knew that her religion taught that
she needed to be reserved and keep her distance from males that she was not
related to, and certainly from non-Amish men.  The last major concern was
that when the models are getting dressed and made up, they would be all the
way from nude to fully dressed and as the seamstress, she would be making
adjustments to their clothes as needed no matter what state of dress they
were in at the time.

   "When we are doing a clothing shoot the cost of the models alone is from
450-700 an hour so I don't have time to find out then that you can't handle
things."

   "I want to try it," she told me, "everything looks so exciting and
special.  I can't believe that those were the same people.  I promise that
you won't have to worry about me."

   It was with some trepidation that I hired her but she convinced me to
try her work.  After three months the showroom and office never looked
better.  The shooting room looked like a home instead of a work area that
was slightly cluttered just out of camera range.  Esther's father, Eli, was
a bishop and he stopped by to see where she was working and to make sure
that we were a reasonably safe environment for his daughter to work.  We
sat in front of the fireplace in the lobby and visited.  He told me that as
long as the photos were not of her that he did not see that there was much
sin to be had.  One of the helpful things that happened was that we were
preparing prints for an antique auction and he was interested in the poster
size prints of these items as they were things that he used.  The common
ground works every time.  I told him that when the weather was bad I would
pick her up on my way to the store so that she would not risk her health or
an injury.  When he left he invited me to stay for a meal anytime she rode
with me.

   As usual work always slowed down after the first of January but it gave
me a chance to build new set outlines and design sets for shoots that I
knew would be coming soon.  One shoot that I knew would be coming soon was
the semiannual catalog and quarterly flyers that I shot for a lingerie
manufacturer.  They always provided the samples and the models and I
decided to start Esther with a small group to see how she would react.  I
had one of my part time women schedule to come in as backup but decided I
would use her to help Sandy, the young woman who did the hair and make up.
I told Sandy to keep an eye on her and let me know how things went.

   "When she is around, I always keep my eyes on her," Sandy told me
laughing, "she gives ME a hard on, the things I would like to do to that
girl......."

   "Sandy, I know how you like girls, but remember if you are going to fish
on the company pier, no means no."

   "Don't worry boss, if you watch that beautiful girl, there is a pervert
waiting to get out."

   At a little after 8:00 am the next morning I was waiting in their drive.
I got out of the van and shook hands with her father, Eli, and then opened
her door.  I told Eli that it would be later that evening when we were done
and I didn't want her to be riding her bike after dark on that winding
narrow road.  He thanked me and we drove off.

   Esther was as excited as a child at Christmas.  She talked about how she
had to see for herself how women were turned into these beautiful images
for advertising.

   She was fascinated by the whole process of preparation.  I storyboarded
the shoot so the models and Sandy would know what to expect.  The models
stripped naked and put on robes while their hair and makeup was being done.
Esther was slightly shocked at the absolutely unthinking way they undressed
in front of others but she hid it well.  She watched in amazement as Sandy
transformed them with hair and makeup.  I mentioned that we were about
ready to get started so she got out the outfits for each of them and when
they were ready to try them on waited to see how they fit.

   The lace and satin were a world away from what she was used to wearing,
but she calmly watched them get dressed and once she understood how
everything fitted made slight tucks and adjustments so everything fitted
without sagging or puckering.

   We broke for lunch and the models and our team gathered in the snack
room for a lunch of sandwiches, veggies and fruit that Esther had fixed
earlier.  They were as curious about her as she was about them.  They had
developed an easy relationship during the course of the morning that
allowed them to ask questions back and forth without being uncomfortable.

   One of the models told me that I needed to latch onto that girl;
cleaning, cooking, sewing, and all around useful assistant.  The younger
model that was openly lesbian quipped, if you don't I'll latch onto her. 
Esther giggled and then a moment later realized what she meant and asks,
"you like girls instead of men?  Are they as satisfying?"

   The model laughed and came behind her and gave her a tongue twisting
kiss while caressing her breast through her dress and cape.  "You cannot
imagine how they satisfy," Sandy agreed.

   "Well as you are done eating, I think we need to finish up the last four
outfits." I could see Esther blush every time she looked at us.

   We finished the shooting and the models left.  Esther and I started
gathering up everything, placing the props in the prop room to be cleaned
and sorted, film and memory cards and video tape on the post production
area to be duplicated or sent out for processing.  Sandy was busy
reorganizing the makeup and hair styling room.  The two of us did little
talking while we worked.  Finally, I asked Esther, "Well what did you think
of everything?  Was it like you expected?"

   "I can't believe how different they look without any makeup on and then
when they were made up and their hair fixed.  The one girl looked so
ordinary when she walked in, but on the set she looked like a queen.  Do
regular people look that good?"

   "People off the street can look that much better.  What makes the
difference are several small details.  First, I have Sandy; she is a wizard
with hair and makeup.  Second, is body structure, all the makeup in the
world will not help someone that is very obese look thin.  Camera angles
and posing along with props or sets will help, but to do nude and lingerie
photos for most markets requires someone with a specific body style.  The
last thing that is incredibly important is comfort with the camera and
their own bodies.  The most beautiful person that is uncomfortable with
themselves or in front of a camera will always look ill at ease.  Even when
you can't see their face, there is awkwardness in their posture.  If you
think they looked good on the set, when we are done I will show you some of
the digital images and the video freeze frames.  Cropping and editing will
enhance what you saw even more."

   "How do you know who would make a good model?  Do you have to show their
face or what do you show?" Esther asked.

   "You don't always, but in over 90% of the time if you look for those
things I mentioned, you will have success.  There are all types of models,
hand models, leg models, foot models, face, the list just goes one.  It
depends entirely on the product.  What you saw today was a wide selection.
For most of the lingerie I will crop in close and focus on the product. 
Only 6 or 8 pieces will show the whole body and the face.  We are shooting
for catalog use, not advertising or general promotion sheets so we focus on
the product more than the person."

   "Why did you do the hair and makeup on all the shots if you aren't going
to use them, that doesn't make sense?"

   "Actually it does.  You feel one way in your normal clothes.  If you
were going to help in the fields and knew that you would likely tear or
damage your clothing and have to throw them away, you would wear your
oldest clothes and you would feel another way about yourself.  If you met a
stranger or a boyfriend in your old clothes your self image would be far
less than it might be dressed nicely.  That is the way it is with models.
When their hair is done, makeup is perfect, high heels on, they have a
better posture and carriage because of the way they feel and it comes out
in the body language."

   "Other things that come into consideration are tattoos, and body hair.
For the models that I use, I cannot have any tattoos for most of my
products and you also might have noticed that they have very little to no
hair below the neck.  For lingerie shots, pubic hair is a problem.  Some
women trim very closely, but it still affects the way the clothing lays
against the body or drapes."

   We did a quick review of the digital images and then I told her that I
would finish up in the morning and would let her look at the images with me
before I sent them off.

   The next day she spent the morning cleaning the shooting rooms and
production areas while laundering and folding the items use the previous
day.  When I finished with my editing and cropping of the images, I called
her into my working office where I projected the images in approximately
3x4 foot size so that I could check for details.  She was intrigued with
the images.  Part of that was due to her lack of exposure to photos in her
upbringing and partly due to having seen the images made and then displayed
cropped and edited.

   The rest of the morning she would pop her head into my office and ask
question about when I was going to have another shoot with models, how
would I be choosing my models, what the next catalog was that I would have
to shoot.

   Just to tease her I told her that I couldn't tell her about my next
product shoot because it would embarrass both of us and the models would
have to be very special.  She continued to question me, but I had no
intention to tell her that I was to shoot a series of adult novelties and
sex aids for an online store.  Since we often worked a half day on
Saturday, I gave the office staff a half day off on Wed.  afternoon.  After
most of the rest of the staff were gone for the day, she came into my
office and sat down to talk to me.

   "What do those models that you had here yesterday have that I don't have
that makes them look so beautiful?"

   "Esther, if you ever decide to see what you look like as a model, let me
know.  I will have Sandy do your hair and makeup and then I will take some
pictures of you so that you can see what you look like."

   "Would I have to get naked?"

   I laughed, "no you don't have to get naked unless you would like to, but
you might like to try on some of the clothing in the prop room to go with
your new look if you get a make over."

   "Ever since I applied for the job, I have wanted to know how I might
look.  I think I will do that sometime.  I might even be a model for you if
you thought I was good enough."

   The following week while she was working an Amish boy stopped to see
her. He was her boyfriend.  While listening to them, I came to understand
that he had just recovered from a serious long illness that had been both
life threatening and had had complications during the recovery.  They were
starting to get serious in their relationship even though they had shared a
close friendship for several years.  They had not yet engaged in the time
of rumspringa that the Amish youth often engage in because of his illness.
Apparently they wanted to sow their wild oats together and his illness had
postponed that experience.

   Esther told Amos that she wanted to look like a model and that I had
told her that I would have Sandy do that for her.  He told her that if she
did that he wanted to see what she looked like when that happened.

   After he left, I got an idea.  I took her to the apartment over the
photography studio and asked her to clean it.  I rarely used it for my
business but it was where the previous owner had lived.  It had a hot tub
and sauna where I would relax before going home.  I had intended to move
both to my house, but as of yet had not gotten it done.  I asked her to
clean it as it was dusty from just sitting unused.

   She wanted to know why it was empty.  I explained the former owner of
the studio lived there and when I bought the business I already had a house
and didn't need it for myself.  She asked me why I didn't rent it and I
explained that it had access to the studio and I did not want someone there
that could access my business without my knowing it since it only had a
lightweight passage door that I kept locked.  I had almost $400,000 in
cameras and photo printing equipment in addition to the computers that I
used for the graphic design and office work.  After an employee had started
stealing small things, I installed the system that covered almost all the
studio.  I pointed out to her that she had been cleaning for me for over
four months and had not realized where the locked door went.  I showed her
the cameras that I had installed which were connected to motion detectors
that went to my security system recorder so that if someone did get in I
could know about it.  She asked if it was watching us now.  Unless I turn
it off, it automatically comes on and records everything as long as a
person is in the apartment.

   I went back to my office to work.  Out of curiosity I brought up the
apartment cameras on my security monitor.  I could see her looking at
everything, in all the closets and cupboards while she was cleaning and
wondered if I had guessed what might go through her mind.

   She came down for lunch and we all sat in the lunch room eating and
visiting.  She followed me into my office and noticed the monitor turned to
the apartment cameras.  Were you watching me this morning, she asked?

   "Yes I was.  I wanted to make sure that you were doing a good job as
usual," I teased her.

   "Would you rent the apartment if you knew the person and trusted them?"

   "Probably, but I don't have time to find someone and am really not going
to try.  I use the hot tub and sauna regularly and would have to move it or
not use it, so in actuality I doubt that I would rent it."

   "But if you could still use the hot tub and sauna would you rent it?"

   "Esther, I doubt that you have used either one, but if you did, you
would know that most people us it nude.  Who would want a man coming into
their apartment two or three evenings a week to get nude and use the tub
and sauna?"

   "Can I use the apartment some evening?  I want to have Sandy make me up
and then have Amos for supper so that he can see what I look like."

   "Sure, just let me know when you can set it up with Sandy.  I will give
you the key to the front door so you can let him in.  I will also turn the
cameras off so that you can have some privacy."

   "Do you have to turn them off?  Just knowing that they are on is kind of
exciting.  I'm not supposed to have my picture taken or let videos be made
of me but I do want to try it.  I have watched enough that I do not believe
that taking a photo of me will steal my soul."

   The next morning Esther asked if she could use the apartment the next
Wednesday for her date with Amos.  I asked if she had talked to Sandy and
she assured me that she had done so already.  She also asked if I would do
some pictures of her transformation as she already knew that I would do
pictures for any of the employees that asked.

   Wednesday came, and I could tell Esther was excited and nervous at the
same time.  Finally everyone but Esther, Sandy and I had left.  I closed
the office area and we went into the shooting area.  I told her that I was
going to start with a couple portrait poses before we did anything else.  I
adjusted the lights and set everything up for a couple full length poses
and then did a series of head and shoulder shots.  By the time we were
done, she was much calmer than she had been.  When I was done, we went into
the makeup area where she sat in the beauty chair and Sandy and I sat in
the other chairs.

   I asked her to tell us exactly what it was that she wanted us to do to
her and what she wanted to look like.  Did she want to dress in some of the
props that we had on hand or did she want to dress in her clothes.

   She told us "I want to look like the models that were here a couple
weeks ago.  Beautiful and stylish and even sexy.  I want to wear some of
the clothes that you have here when Amos comes tonight.  I want it all."

   She took off her prayer covering and looked at us, "do I get hair and
makeup done first or put on my clothes?"

   Sandy took her by the hand and went into the prop and dressing room.  I
could hear them talking as they discussed what to wear and how it would
look.  Sandy told her that to make that outfit look good she needed to pick
out proper lingerie to go under it.  That started a whole new discussion
about the choices.  Finally I went in and asked, "Esther since you have
never done anything like this why not go with an elegant but reserved look
and see where you want to take it from there?"

   They both agreed that would be a good first step.  They decided on a
silky dark blue dress that came to just above the knees, with dark
pantyhose, and high heeled strappy sandals.

   Sandy got a robe out of the dressing room and took everything out to the
counter by the makeup area.  She told Esther to remove her shoes and socks
and explained that shoes like that demand a pedicure.  While her toenails
were drying, she gave her a manicure and matched the colors to the lipstick
that she was going to use later.

   Esther exclaimed, "I feel so much like a lady of luxury.  This is so
different from what I am used to doing.

   "Wait till we get you all done," Sandy told her, "you won't want to
chase cows again".

   I took a few photos on both the film and digital cameras and made sure
that the video camera was running and recording.  I normally only used this
setup when I was filming for some of the training videos that I made but
this could be interesting.

   When her nails were all done, Sandy told her to go change into her new
lingerie.  Esther asked her how I was to take photos if she was in the
dressing room.  I asked her point blank, "do you want me to take photos of
you naked and then getting dressed?

   "We are taught that by taking off my prayer covering in front of a man
it is the same as being almost naked.  I made that decision when I took it
off."

   I saw Sandy's eyes pop out.  I just nodded my head and said "ok, but if
you get uncomfortable let me know and we can quit or change what is
happening."

   She just nodded and started stripping.  She had the ripe body that I
suspected, hidden by underwear that looked as if it had been issued by a
Chinese concentration camp guard.  I started snapping photos every little
bit and after the first two or three, she smiled at the camera and stuck
out her tongue at me.  She seemed to be enjoying herself which absolutely
amazed me.

   I almost died laughing as Sandy helped her put on a pair of lacy bikini
panties and smoothed them over her mound and adjusted the elastic along her
butt cheeks.  Next was the bra; Sandy took the same care smoothing it and
adjusting it as if Esther had never worn a bra in her life.  Sandy caressed
the breasts and toyed with the nipples till they stood out like acorns on
her firm breasts.  I heard Esther catch her breath several times and
finally told Esther, "you know if your boyfriend doesn't like you Sandy
would eat you up in a heartbeat.  You know by now that she likes girls
don't you?

   When Sandy started on Ether's hair and makeup, I told Sandy to turn her
away from the mirror so that she couldn't see what was happening and to do
full evening makeup for her.  I explained that I wanted Esther to be
surprised with her looks, but not to worry; if she liked the look Sandy
would teach her how to do it her self.  She agreed to this suggestion and
as she sat there in the chair, she kept opening her robe and looking at her
lingerie.

   When her makeup was finished and her hair was in curlers sandy told her
"stand up, your toenails should be hard enough by now.  I'll put on your
pantyhose for you so you don't mess up your fingernails.

   I teased them both a little, "Esther I think all Sandy wants to do is to
feel you up and play with you, are you enjoying it?"

   "Oh yes, I feel like someone's playing dolls and using me as the doll."

   "That isn't quite what I meant about playing wit you, but if everything
feels good and you are happy, I guess Sandy can do all you let her."

   Sandy just smirked at me.  "I know where I'll be eating tonight."

   "I wouldn't bet against anything right now." I watched as Sandy bunched
up one leg of the black, sheer to the waist style that they had selected,
and worked it partway up the calf of Esther's right leg and then repeated
it with the left.  She then slowly worked the hose up onto Esther's thigh.
She stopped and looked directly into Esther's eyes.  "I am going to taste
you before I have a heart attack and I KNOW you DON'T MIND at all!"

   Esther looked a little confused but said "whatever you want to try, I'm
willing to let you try." Sandy slid her panties down and flicked her tongue
on Esther's protruding clit.  Esther jumped and her eyes got huge but she
just stood there and caressed Sandy's head.  I know it couldn't have been
more than 2 min.  when Esther started gasping and shaking and at the same
time pulling Sandy's head closer.  After Esther settled down to a small
twitching, Sandy gave her a kiss and pulled the panties up and finished
with the hose.

   She then adjusted the hose so the panties showed through nicely and then
smoothed the half slip down over Esther's' hips and thighs.  When Sandy
stood up, Esther gave her a hug and kissed her right on the mouth thanking
her for the experience.  "I don't think I could do that to you but it felt
good to me."

   Sandy picked up the sandals with 4 ½" stiletto heels and fine straps for
around the foot.  Esther sat down while she put them on her.  She then
helped her stand and put the dress over her head and helped close it.  She
then dusted a powder with some glitter onto Esther's cleavage before having
her sit down while she combed Esther's hair out and pinned it into a French
twist with some baby's breath worked into it and ringlets framing her face.
Sandy then went into the prop room and came back with pearl drop earrings,
matching necklace and a bracelet and finished the ensemble with an ankle
chain.

   Sandy and I agreed that she looked as stunning as anything I had ever
photographed.  I took a couple quick shots and then told her to close her
eyes and turn around.  Sandy and I guided her in front of the full length
mirror and the stepped back.  I told her to open her eyes and started
clicking off shots as she looked at herself in the mirror.

   "I can't believe it" was all she said over and over.  Sandy and I gave
her a three way hug and she kissed us both.  When she settled down, I told
her to go the apartment and get ready for her date.  About 10 min.  before
Amos was to arrive I wanted her to come back don and have Sandy check and
touch up her makeup.

   Sandy and I went into my office to work on some storyboards for our next
shoot before Sandy had to go home.  She asked me to turn on the camera in
the apartment.  I did so without telling her that Esther had already asked
me to tape everything.  We both got amused at Esther looking into very
mirror she went past and in front of the full length mirror, lifting her
skirt to check her lingerie.

   I told Sandy, "you are such a pervert, I can't believe you just diving
right in and giving that girl such a ride.  What made you think that she
might like girls?" She just smirked back at me.

   At 10 min.  before her date at 6:00pm, Esther came back down and Sandy
retouched her makeup.  Sandy told her that when she was ready to go home,
the cleanser and polish remover would be on the counter so her parents
wouldn't have to see her made up until she was ready to come out.

   I heard some banging on the front door of the studio and went to check
it out.  It was Amos, he told me, "I was supposed to meet Esther here but
it looks as if she has gone home."

   I laughed, "No you just got the wrong door.  Let me call up and see if
she is ready.  I turned the intercom on and told her that Amos was here and
I was sending him up.  I opened the outside door and let him I then went to
the office.  On the monitor I saw him coming into the reception area at the
head of the stairs when she walked out of the dining room and stopped.  His
face was a kaleidoscope of expressions; I turned up the sound on the
monitor to listen in.

   I could barely hear him, "Esther is that you" and then some German or
Pennsylvania Dutch then Esther and he rushed together and hugged.  They
went to the couch in the living room and sat down.

   Do you like this," she asked?

   "I love it, I mean you, but how do YOU feel?"

   "I feel so special just like a queen.  I did this for both of us, for
you so that you could see what I could look like and for me so I could
always know what I looked like at least once.  I look like a model."

   They sat on there holding hands for a little bit.  Him looking her up
and down and her looking into his eyes for approval.

   Finally she got up a shade unsteadily on her unaccustomed heels and
pulled him up.  "I made us supper."

   She took him out to the dining room where she had a light supper
prepared.  As they ate she told him the whole story including my taking
photos of her nude and Sandy's muff diving and playing with her nipples. 
When she was done, she asked him, "what do you think of your girl now"? 
She reached over and grabbed his crotch and he about jumped out of his
skin. "I can tell you liked some parts of it," She told him with an impish
twinkle.

   "Um yes" was about all he could stutter as she gently stroked him.  "You
better quit before I have trouble" he told her.

   "What kind of trouble?"

   "I'm about ready to shoot off."

   She stood and walked to the kitchen returning with a hand towel.  She
knelt and unbuttoned his pants and pulled his underwear down.  She gently
and softly caressed him and then bent down and started kissing the head of
his cock.  He unloaded all over her face.

   She just kept kissing and stroking and when he was finally done wiped
him off with the towel.

   She looked up at him and asked, "did I do well for you?  After Sandy
made me feel so good I wanted to make you feel good."

   "Oh yes, I loved it and I love you.  You are so full of surprises."

   "Well I have another one for you.  I want to be a model for Simon
Josher. He has some shoots to do that my face wouldn't show my face.  Some
of them would show a lot of my body and I want to do it for him.  Would you
hate me if I did it?  They might be very naughty but if no one can see my
face only you and I would know about them."

   "How naughty are you talking bout getting?"

   Esther told him about the lingerie shoot that I had done and asked him
if he would like to see some photos.  That little stinker had taken my
rough draft layouts from the trash to show him.  There were a couple pages
of bra and panty sets, some nightgowns, and robes.  One was a series of
shots showing garter belts.  The photo was from just above the navel to mid
thigh showing the garter belt attached to stocking where the tops and part
of the stocking was showing.  There were no panties on the model and the
bare hairless pussy was showing.  She told him how she had watched and
helped and now she wanted to do it herself.  She asked him if he liked the
clothes that the models were wearing and he just nodded.  He was busy
taking in the photos.

   Suddenly she stood up.  "I'm glad you do, I have something to show you.
She slowly unfastened the dress; her awkwardness was as enticing as any
striptease I had ever watched.  She let the dress fall to the floor and
stepped out of it standing in her bra and half slip with her heels and
hose. I could hear him gasp.  She slid the dark half slip to the floor and
then asked if he would like to see more.  The poor teenager just nodded. 
The lacy panties were not hidden but framed by her pantyhose.

   She slid the bra straps down her arm and then twisted it backwards in
the way that I have seen so many women do, before she unfastened it and
dropped it on the couch.  Her full breasts sat high on her chest with large
erect nipples pointing proudly ahead.  She motioned Amos to come to her and
she placed his hands on her breasts.  "Feel them; they are yours if you
want them.  Kiss them." She moaned softly as he planted kisses and nibbles
on her breasts.  "Would you like to see more," she asked?  He nodded.

   She started sliding her pantyhose down taking her panties down with
them. As she got down to her knees she lost her balance on the unaccustomed
heels and fell half on the couch and half on the floor and knocked the wind
out of her.  Amos rushed to pick her up and held her in his lap.  The
intense spell was broken.  He continued to caress hold fondle her and just
enjoy every curve of her body.  He looked at the clock and told her that he
hated to leave but he had to get home to help with the milking.

   She pulled her panties and hose up and draped the afghan from the back
of the couch around her shoulders.

   "I waited for you to get well to start on rumspringa, are we going to
spend it together or not?  You know what I am going to do.  Can you handle
it if I go ahead with what I intend to do?"

   "Thinking of others seeing you but not knowing who you are and knowing
that they can't have you but I can gets me so excited that I hardly know
what to do.  I would love to watch you do all of that."

   She went over to him and kissed him and stroked him while he feverishly
ran his hands over her body.

   "Next time we can do more if you want."

   He gave her one last kiss and caress running his hands all over her
beautiful body and then turned and started down the stairs.

   "Wait," she said, "I will walk you to the door."

   "Aren't you afraid someone will see you?"

   "Not really and if they did who would recognize me?"

   She walked with him hand in hand to the landing at the foot of the
stairs and standing behind the door opened it for him.  He stepped out on
the sidewalk and looked back at her.  She looked both ways and then opened
the door all the way for 5 or 10 seconds standing there naked from the
waist up and clad from the waist down in sheer panties, pantyhose, high
heels, and an ankle chain.  Then she shut the door and locked it.  


  
Esther the Amish Adventuress