I enjoy making people feel good and the joy that comes when folks view the end product. A few weeks back a lady stopped me in the parking lot of a neighborhood grocery store that I had set up to photograph for an advertisement shot for the store. She asked me if I was a professional photographer. I figured the tripod probably gave me away.
She asked if I did private photo shoots and I said that I did, but only on location. I gave her my business card and didn’t think anything about it as I finished up my work assignment.
A few days later, a lady named Janet contacted me on a social media sight and asked if I remembered her. I had to admit, I didn’t. She then reminded me of our encounter in the parking lot. She asked how much I might choose to take some photographs of her daughter who was an aspiring model.
“How old is your daughter?” I asked.
“Seventeen,” she replied.
We agreed to meet at a local coffee shop and discuss things.
Janet was a striking beautiful woman and her seventeen year old daughter, Jill, was equally stunning. Janet said she was familiar with my work through several acquaintances and said she felt like I would be the right person to help Jill develop a portfolio. I was flattered, but also cautious. Since Jill was technically, still a minor, Jannet would have to sign off on a contract for Janet. Jill said it was not a problem.
I agreed to come by Janet and Jill’s house and shoot a few photos so that I could best determine how to proceed in building a modeling portfolio that modeling agencies would like. I quickly learned that Janet was single mother, raising an aspiring actress-turned model.
Janet watched as I had Jill position herself in various sitting and standing poses. After a few minutes, Janet remarked, “I can see I am not needed.”
Janet said she had some shopping to do and that she’d be back in a few hours. I told her I’d get back with her once I had a sample set of photos put together. Once Janet left, Jill opened up.
“I am so glad she is gone,” Jill responded. Jill brushed her hair back over her shoulders.
“Can I change into something else?” she asked.
“Sure,” I replied.
I took a seat on the patio chair while Jill disappeared back into the house. A few minutes later, she emerged sporting a mid-rift bearing cut off Motely-Crue black t-shirt, with cuts in the shoulder and a pair of well-ripped and faded blue jeans. She was barefoot and smiling.
Her grunge look was a stark contrast to the puritanical sun dress look of only moments before.
I took several dozen photos.
“You know,” I remarked to Jill, “you have an outstanding body.”
Jill seemed to like my compliment.
“Do you have a swim suit?” I asked.
“Of course,” Jill replied, darting back into her house. I sat down in the same patio chair and few minutes later, Jill sauntered out on to the patio, wearing the skimpiest of swim suits one could imagine. The top was about three sizes to small and barely covered her 36-D cup boobs. The bottom portion was more like a thong and provided a perfect camel-toe view of her pussy. There was not backside and I marveled at how well proportioned her ass was to the rest of her hourglass figure.
Jill twirled around in front of me.
“What do you think?” she asked.
“I think it’s perfect,” I replied.
I did my best to not let my libido influence my professional judgment, but there was no way to hide the physical affect Jill had on me. I thoroughly enjoyed our shoot and realizing it was close to time for her mother to get home, suggested she slip back into something more appropriate.
Jill sat down next to me as I thumbed through the photo index on my digital camera.
“You know,” I remarked, “We need to do some nude shots, but I don’t want your mother to know.”
“Why would we not tell my mother?” Jill asked. I could tell that even though she loved to show off her body, she was shy and very reserved about doing anything in the nude.
“Well, first of all,” I replied, “I don’t think she will approve and second of all, my fees for nude work go up as nude shots draw top dollar from the agencies, and I don’t think your mother could afford the extra costs.”
Jill said in silence for a few seconds, thinking.
“It’s up to you,” I said, “We don’t have to do nudes, but I can’t guarantee you maximum exposure. Agencies need to know if you have any hidden flaws and the really big agencies expect to see what they are paying for.”
Jill took a deep breath and exhaled, before agreeing.
“Can we do them next week?” she asked. I told her the following week would be okay. I suggested we do the shoot at my apartment, since I had a small studio set up there. Jill was fine with the suggestion.
We set up the next photo session for a Saturday morning. Jill said that her mother had to work until late and that a Saturday would be the best day to shoot. Saturday came and Jill was right on time.
She marveled at the second floor view I had of the pool area. I took a few photos of her on the patio, using the pool areas as a backdrop. Jill followed of my directions like a professional model.
“Okay,” I said, closing the drapes to the patio, “Let’s see some skin.”
Jill stripped down to her panties and her bra and sat on the couch. I could tell she was nervous.
“I haven’t ever been naked in front of a man before,” she said.
“Well,” I replied, “Would it help if I was naked as well?”
Jill laughed.
“Surely you’ve seen a man naked before,” I said.
“Only in the movies,” Jill replied.
“Well nakedness,” I replied, “is nothing to be ashamed of.
