Alec had just finished working with a mother to get some shots of her six month-old baby girl. As he walked into his office he wondered how many baby pictures he had taken in his thirty years as a professional photographer. He reminded himself he shouldn’t complain about anyone that still used a photographer. With the number of cameras available to people now, it was a wonder he had any business left. Anyone with a phone now had a camera in their hands.
He had a few minutes before his last client of the day came in and he wanted to make certain he was prepared. Sitting at his desk he checked the calendar on his computer. “Oh right,” he said aloud and broke into a smile. His last appointment today was with a Navy wife. She wanted some photos to send to her deployed husband.
He remembered his first military wife photo shoot. He had met the woman quite accidentally in the neighborhood Hallmark store. She was looking for an anniversary card to send to her husband who was overseas. She had asked his opinion of the card in her hand. They had struck up a friendly conversation and he had suggested she might want to include a photo of herself along with the card. Before the conversation ended, she had agreed to come to his studio where he had promised to take some shots she could send.
That woman had recommended Alec to some other military wives. Before six months passed, Alec had a pretty good business going. Because they were spouses of deployed men, he was always careful to keep their expense low. He looked at it as a civic duty and always a good way to expand his clientele. If the women were pleased with his service, they would happily recommend him to their girlfriends. If their husbands enjoyed the photos, it made things twice as good.
Alec remembered the third military wife who made an appointment had different ideas of the kind of pictures she wanted to send to her husband. “That sailor boy of mine needs to remember what’s waiting for him at home,” she announced. She had pulled some lingerie from her bag and wanted Alec to take some “sexy” photos for her to mail. Being as she was quite a pretty woman, he made no complaints about her wish and gladly took exactly the shots she had wanted.
From that point forward, Alec always made certain he asked each woman how ‘daring’ she cared to be. He quickly developed a new studio setting for these women. He added a large red velvet lounge chair. The chair was quickly followed by a four-poster bed. Almost without exception, the wives and girlfriends were quite eager to show a little more skin than they would want their parents to know about.
As the years moved on, Alec found the women coming to him grew bolder. It had been nearly eight years since the first woman announced she wanted to be naked for her photos. He had been happy to comply with her wishes, knowing she was just the first of many to come. Early in his career he had thought he would have liked to work for Playboy magazine so he could shoot those beautiful and sexy women. But now he was getting a somewhat similar opportunity, but allowed to maintain his reputation as a family photographer.
As things continued to develop (to use the pun), Alec moved almost all of these particular types of appointments to the end of the day. As the women began to shed more and more of their clothing, he determined it would be problematic to have a mother and baby stroll in to find him helping to get some young, shapely woman in a seductive pose. Now he scheduled them no earlier than 4:30 and locked the shop to boot.
One of the driving factors in his taking these steps was the number of young women that became aroused while posing. In the last ten years, Alec had ended up having some kind of a sexual connection with no less than one woman a month and often times, more. He was an attractive man, now in his mid-50’s. He was in good shape, dressed well and was what one woman had called “smooth.”
He married at age 23 and divorced at 33. His wife had suspected he had been having sex with some of his clients. At the time, her charges were totally unfounded. He had been faithful to his wife and had never considered a sexual relationship with one of his clients. As his life and business changed, Alec lost interest in marriage. He was making a good living and his sex life improved dramatically.
And now … today, Alec sat at his desk looking at his appointment calendar. His 5:00 appointment was with a woman named Amy. He did not know her, but knew she was a military wife wanting photos to send to her husband. After the trials of the day, a nice wife wanting some sexy photos for her husband would be refreshing and enjoyable.
Glancing at his watch, he saw he still had a few minutes before his next client arrived. Reaching into the bottom drawer of his desk he pulled out his personal photo album. He slowly turned the pages to view the pictures of all of the women he had seduced in the past ten years. All of the women were naked and smiling. Many of them looked as though they had been fucked until they couldn’t stand. With each page he remembered the woman and their encounter.
He looked up at the gentle knock on his office door. “You 5:00 appointment is here, Alec. I’ll lock the door and put up the ‘closed’ sign’ on my way out.
“Thanks Maggie,” he said with a soft smile. “What does this one look like?”
His assistant gave him a wry grin. “You’ll be pleased to know that she’s quite pretty and a lot nervous. No doubt you’ll use your charm to calm her down.”
“I’m glad to know you think I have charm,” he told her as he put his personal photo album back in his bottom drawer and stood. “I hope this is an easy one,” he said as he walked toward the door. “I’m tired and looking forward to spending some quality time with my bottle of scotch tonight.”
Stepping into the lobby he got a first look at his new client. “Very nice,” he thought to himself. “This one might be fun.” Extending his hand to the young woman he smiled brightly as he said, “I’m guessing you’re Amy. I’m Alec Morrison, your friendly neighborhood photography specialist. My job is to make you look special and make your husband wish he was back home.”
Amy had married young, 17 in fact with permission from her parents after they met her Naval Aviator boyfriend. Steve was handsome and intelligent and with a job like a pilot they figured he’d be able to support her nicely. She finished high school and moved to several different stations with her husband working occasionally as a waitress if she felt bored and he was going to be deployed for a long time.
He was many things to her, but a good lover was not one of them. Some of his demands were easy enough to meet – hot meal on the table promptly at 6pm when he was home, keep the house clean and tidy, dress conservatively, and don’t talk to other men unless he was there. He told her time and again that sex was only for reproduction and as such she never used any contraceptives. He either didn’t know or didn’t care about foreplay and sex was an exercise in masochism for her (though thankfully his rather smallish tool wasn’t too hard to accommodate even if she was dry). He seldom took her in any position but missionary, grunting and thrusting for a couple minutes before he finished, rolled off, and fell asleep. Sometimes after he’d fallen asleep she’d find herself rubbing herself to a quiet orgasm, adding to the puddle that had already leaked out of her and that Steve would never agree to sleep in. She’d been a virgin on her wedding night and still only knew the missionary position, doggie-style, and how to give him head (for those days when she was fertile – she wasn’t ready for a child yet at 21).
A fellow Naval wife, Sondra, had told her about the boudoir photographs she’d had taken for her husband. She’d raved about the photographer and how good the photos had looked. But the thing that really got Amy interested in the idea was that Sondra had reported her husband had immediately bought her a lot of very racy lingerie and their sex-life had been born again in a most pleasant way. Amy may not have known what she was missing but she did know she was missing something.
So she’d called the number Sondra gave her and set up an appointment, thinking it a bit odd they only scheduled the shoots after 4:30 in the afternoon, but not really minding as she no plans. The receptionist had told her to bring any lingerie she’d like to be photographed in, while mentioning they also had a limited supply of lingerie there. She’d also been told to wear very loose fitting clothes to the appointment and not to wear a bra or panties to avoid lines on her skin.
Deciding what to wear for the photos hadn’t been too difficult. She still had the white merrywidow from her wedding, complete with the elegant silk stockings and matching thong. And other than that, all she had were her daily wear bras and panties – nothing fancy because Steve never seemed to want to look at her and he certainly wasn’t going to pay for fancy lingerie. So she’d carefully packed the bridal lingerie into her bag and decided she’d give some of what the studio had a try as well. So she left home wearing an old pair of Steve's sweat pants that were anything but sexy, and an old Drive By Truckers tee.
She arrived at the studio, a bit harried from her cross-town drive and stepped into the reception area. The cool dry air was a pleasant change from the humidity of the eastern seaboard in summer. There was a nice floral scent in the air and the young receptionist, probably only a couple years older than Amy, greeted her warmly, gave her some cool water with a slice of lemon and had her wait in a lounge chair that seemed to help melt her tensions away. The receptionist told her a little bit about the process as she was packing away her desk. After she was done she looked at Amy and smiled … “Don’t worry hun, you are going to love this experience and you have this beautiful air about you – I’m sure that whatever you are looking for in those photos is going to turn out just fine!”
Amy stood and gave Alec a friendly, but nervous smile. “It’s nice to meet your Mr. Morrison,” she said as she shook his hand. “I heard some really wonderful things about you from women you have worked with in the past.”
Still holding her hand, he noticed she had followed the instructions not to wear anything tight that might leave a mark on her skin. For some reason he didn’t see her as a young woman that would be comfortable leaving her home without wearing undergarments. His immediate thought was she ‘could be’ quite beautiful with the right help. He was willing to bet that under the frumpy clothes she was wearing, he would find an excellent body.
“I hope you’ll call me Alec,” he told her. “I think that in the next hour you and I are going to become good friends and I’d like to keep it casual.”
As they talked, he led Amy into the studio he used for what he thought of as “lonesome wife” photos. They were almost always missing their husbands and while not always willing to admit it, hoping the husband was missing them. Once he had these women relaxed, he generally found out they hoped to get their husbands aroused with the pictures they would send.
Once Alec had acquainted Amy with the studio, he asked, “Did you happen to pack a bikini today?”
“I didn’t,” she answered with a bit of a blush. “That wasn’t mentioned to me.”
“It isn’t a problem,” he said with a soft smile. “I like to get a couple of shots in swimwear in each session. Most Navy wives like for their husbands to see them in a skimpy bikini. And, to tell you the truth, it gives me the opportunity to get a look at your body to determine the next poses. It’s a lot easier than asking you to get naked.”
Amy’s blush got a little brighter.
Sensing her reluctance, Alec tried a different tack. Turning to walk back and pick up a camera, he said, “I think that we should probably start with a few facial shots. Every good package of photos for a deployed husband has to have a few of your pretty face showing that you miss him.”
With camera in hand he turned back to Amy. “Am I assuming too much? Is your husband deployed?”
“No, you aren’t assuming too much. He’s a pilot and will be out on duty until December. I was hoping to send him some photos … you know to remind him about me.”
Alec seated her on a stool as he made a few adjustments to his lights and camera. He continued to chat with Amy as he started to photograph her. Behind her and out of sight of the camera’s view was a large TV monitor – the photos he took appeared instantly on the screen and gave him ideas about how to change his model’s clothes, poses, and expressions. She had a very expressive face; her big blue eyes and full lips expressing her current state of nervousness very well.
He continued to photograph her, working on building rapport and trust that he hoped would produce much better photographs. He widened his shot and adjusted the lighting to catch the highlights in her hair. The images now include the graceful taper of her neck, which he imagined kissing from shoulder to earlobe as he photographed her. Her shoulders were quite toned – she’d mentioned something about being a swimmer and he could tell that she took care of herself quite well.
He asked her to look directly into the camera, telling her to think of one of her favorite intimate moments with her husband as she did. He was surprised when instead of producing a “I’m-just-about-to-cum” look she instead flashed a look of confusion followed by a rather pat “happy face,” the sort one gives when receiving a half-hearted compliment about one’s cooking. “Could it be that she isn’t being satisfied by her man?” he wondered.
“OK, Amy. Those were some great shots. Why don’t we try a few in your lingerie?” Alec nodded to a Japanese screen behind which she could change. “I’ve set it up so I can photograph silhouettes while you change if you don’t mind.”
“That’d be fine with me.”
She moved so gracefully. He was once again taken by just how perfect her ass and hips were.
Behind the screen Amy carefully slipped into the romantic white stockings and merrywidow. The corset bound her already shapely body into a more hour-glass form, pushing her breasts up and giving her smaller-than-average chest a nice décolletage. She checked her hair and makeup in the mirror and then stepped out from behind the screen, walking towards the camera.
She’s a natural at this, Alec thought, his camera busy clicking away as this vision of beauty walked at him in her bridal lingerie. He could almost imagine what it would be like seeing this woman approaching his bed on their wedding night and he began to wonder if she was a virgin at the time. He wondered how she responded to her lover’s touch then and how she does now.
“Why don’t you come and sit down on the day bed over here, Amy? You look fabulous and I’m sure we are going to create some very sultry photos for your man. Can you lift the cups up a bit? Nice … Ok, lean your head … and look into the camera.”
He took photo after photo … gradually widening out from portraits to full body shots where she lay down quite provocatively on the bed. Alec had noticed that many women started to get excited as he photographed them, nipples hardened and got darker, panties got a wet spot, skin developed goosebumps, but none of those things were happening with Amy. Frankly, it was a good sign for him. It seemed that only the women who were quite satisfied with their lovers were relaxed enough to become aroused in the studio. He almost never had his way with them. It was the nervous Nellys that needed to be complimented, touched, and stroked into their arousal – and they attributed those feelings to him.
Alec had an idea that he thought might get his desired results.
“Amy, I was just thinking of something,” he said as he lowered his camera, looking toward the ceiling. “I’m thinking that your white merrywidow is very sexy, but I’m also thinking that it looks like something you’d wear on a honeymoon.”
Amy blinked and replied, “Actually this is from my honeymoon. It’s the only sexy lingerie I own.”
He smiled at her saying, “Well trust me; I think you are very sexy, but I’m wondering if your honeymoon is the thought you want to convey to your husband. Was your wedding night a super passionate night that you’ll never forget?”
“Not really,” she answered in a soft voice showing some regret. “My husband had a little too much to drink at the reception. When we got to our room and I put this on. He just told me to take it off and our love making went pretty fast before he went to sleep.”
He thought for another minute before saying, “And I’m gonna guess that you were a virgin on your wedding night.”
Amy actually blushed. “We had done quite a few sexual things, but it was the first time that we actually had intercourse.”
Alec wanted to chuckle, but thought better of it. “Since it wasn’t an overly exciting night for you, I’d like to suggest something different for you to wear in these photos. Would you like for them to arouse him?”
He watched her face redden again, but when she looked up he saw something different in her eyes.
“I would very much like to arouse him,” she answered.
Feeling the energy in her voice led him to ask, “Would you like for him to see your photos and get an erection? I don’t want to be offensive, but I’m thinking you would like for him to get so hard looking at your pictures that he had to masturbate. Am I right?”
He saw some fire in her eyes when she answered. “I would love for that to happen, Alec.”
Sensing a deep need in her, he began to softly probe a little deeper. “If he came home tonight, do you think that you would have a long, sweaty, passionate reunion?”
Her eyes never left him, seeming to show a need to confess. “I really rather doubt that. My husband has never shown a need for me sexually. Our joining, as he calls it, is usually brief and in the missionary position.” She paused as she thought. “I would crawl through glass to get him so excited that he took his cock in his hand.”