Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 68
The following morning was rather calm, I briefed Jada, when she arrived after lunch, on what was to happen in the afternoon and what her role would be. Now it was just waiting for Lance and Cathy to arrive. Right on the dot of 2, they walked into the shop. A first look at Cathy confirmed Lance was right, she was a looker, the summer dress she wore clung to her lithe figure, almost bare shoulders, just spaghetti straps holding up the dress. Unfortunately, I also detected bra straps, telling me Lance had not succeeded in talking Cathy into coming without the lingerie; OK so be it. The dress ended mid-thigh leaving the biggest portion of her shapely tanned legs bare, on her feet she wore sandals showing her nice slender feet with toenails fashionably painted bright red like her fingernails. I had agreed with Lance upfront to pretend we didn't know each other.
"Good afternoon sir and madam, how can I be of assistance to you?"
"Good afternoon, I told my wife Cathy that you are famous in the village for taking portraits."
"Thank you for the compliment and yes I do pride myself on doing justice to the people I photograph. Are you looking for a couple's portrait or just of one of you?"
"No it's my wife, I'd like a nice set of portraits of her, with some of them being larger prints for wall mounting."
"Excellent, I can do that, when would you like me to do it?"
"Euh right now if possible?"
"Um, yes that's possible, Jada can look after the shop while I take..?"
"Oh my wife's name is Cathy, and I am Lance, sorry for not introducing us."
"No worries, I'm Lew by the way, but I guess you knew that?"
"Yes, we knew from the people who recommended you."
"Great, shall we go to the studio then Cathy?"
"You coming, Lance?"
"No dear, I don't want to interfere with Lew's creativity, and besides I need to run an errand downtown, but I'll come back to pick you up, when will you be finished, Lew?"
"It may take a few hours as we have to see what background to chose, maybe do something special with lighting some special poses. We'll have to see, come back around 4, 4:30, I guess we'll be finished by then."
"Wow, will it take so long?" Cathy asked already looking worried.
"Don't worry Cathy, once we get going I'll bet you'll have lots of fun and it will be over before you know it."
"OK then."
"See you later then Lance," I said, giving him a wink.
While Cathy and I went to the studio, Jada took Lance into the computer room so he could follow the whole procedure. He seemed extremely nervous and curious whether I was going to be able to talk his wife out of her clothes to pose naked in front of the camera. I had my plan worked out, it was devious and naughty and I expected Cathy to get mad at me and her husband, but I was sure that in the end, she would love it, especially when she saw the results the week after.
"OK Cathy, have you ever posed for a photographer before?"
"No, I have absolutely no idea what you expect me to do."
"Don't worry, once we get started it will come naturally to you, let's start with something simple, do you guys have a garden?"
"Yes in the back."
"Great let's start with a garden background, pretend you're in your garden and you're looking at the beautiful flowers, I've got a basket here with some fake flowers for you to carry, pretending to gather them, don't look at the camera please."
Cathy did exactly what I asked her to do, she was a natural and didn't even know it. I had her take different poses, then put a garden bench out for her to sit on and pretend she was in a park. After about 20 minutes, I thought the time was ripe to tackle the subject of nudity.
"Would you care to lower the straps of your dress for me, Cathy?"
"Not really."
"I'm afraid I'm gonna have to insist."
"I said no!"
"Ah, it's clear Lance didn't give you the full story then."
"What story?"
"About him losing the bet."
"What bet?"
"It's obvious you have no idea, do you? Well Lance and I had a bet about the election, and if he won, I would give him a portrait session of his wife for free, but if he lost, you had to model for me in any way I would choose. I'm afraid he lost."
"No way!"
"Yes, so I'm afraid you'll have to play along. Lance sang your praises on how beautiful you are and he was right Cathy, you are a gorgeous woman, and taking pictures of beautiful women in the nude is my passion."
"God no, the stupid man, so that's why he brought me here with a cock and bull story about getting a nice portrait of me to hang on the wall, and besides I'm too old for this crap. Is there something we can work out maybe, just between the two of us? I'll pay you handsomely for the portraits."
"A bet is a bet I'm afraid Cathy and you will have to pay up in the way that Lance and I agreed, so please lower the straps of your dress. We will build up to it, I don't want you to start stripping right away, and I assure you that in the end, you will like it. I've done this so many times before with women much older than you. Just a few weeks ago I had a gorgeous woman of 52 in here, who was tricked by her daughter to pose in the nude for me. By the end of the session she was even seriously aroused. Let me assure you that is not my purpose here, but who knows, if it were to happen, Lance and yourself would benefit from that once you get back home."
"I'll be more likely to hit him for getting me into this kind of situation."
"Why? Tell me do you go to the beach sometimes?"
"Uh yes, regularly."
"Do you wear a bikini then?"
"Yes of course, but I'm not on the beach right now!"
"No that's right, but think back, I bet you it's a very tiny bikini, with just a string in your ass."
"Yes."
"And when you walk around in it, you love it when the men look at you, drool over you, as I bet they do with your stunning body. That's your exhibitionist streak, one you share with a major proportion of all the good-looking women in this world."
"You think so?"
"Yes I think so and besides, you've got smashing boobs..."
"What do you know about my boobs, you've never seen them!"
"I have, Lance showed me the picture he took of you with his phone, topless in the bathroom."
"The bastard, he promised me he would delete that!"
"Don't be mad at him, it's what convinced me to go for the bet in the first place, on the off chance I would get to see those enticing boobs of yours in real life, and better yet, photograph them. So please, again, can you lower the straps of your dress"
Reluctantly Cathy finally complied, accepting her fate. I got her to turn her back to me and pull the zipper of her dress down, revealing her back and upon my request, she gave me a sultry look over her shoulder. With some more convincing she pulled the top of the dress over her shoulders and let it slide down her arms, finally dropping to the floor, leaving her in her bra and French, almost transparent knickers, it was a very nice combination in a daring pink-purple color combination, with lots of lace at the fringes. When she finally turned around, her exhibitionist streak took over as she lifted her arms high in the air a defiant smile on her face, as if saying 'here look at me, I'm gorgeous'. She did look as if she stepped right out of a fashion magazine, her stunning body with her brown curls accentuating her beautiful face. So far so good, now the final hurdle, total nudity, I wondered if she would dare to go for it.
"Excellent Cathy, let me give you some music to dance to, taking pictures while a woman is dancing always gives excellent results."
After about 10 minutes of dancing Cathy was slightly out of breath, but enjoying herself, maybe I should try to numb her final inhibitions with a bit of alcohol.
"Can I offer you a glass of Champagne Cathy?"
"Yes that would be nice, I was getting a bit thirsty from the dancing."
She gulped the glass down in one go and continued to dance. After a few minutes, it started to take effect.
"You think I've got beautiful boobs?"
"Yes absolutely."
"You really want to see them?"
"I'd love to, go on, show them to me."
She moved her hands behind her back, fumbling with the hooks of her bra. When they finally came undone, she grabbed the straps of the bra and pulled them sideways taking it off, and swinging it high in the air before throwing it away. I was taking pictures all the time.
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