Laurie’s Gift

Laurie’s fingers trembled slightly, her hand hesitated over the handset of the phone for a moment, drew back. Then with a toss of her head, she snatched it from the cradle and dialed the number again; memorized from the half-dozen times that she had dialed it already, only to hang up before the call could connect, or before the last digit was pressed.

“Raymond Portrait Studio, may I help you?” came the soft voice of the receptionist that worked for Ray. Laurie had met her once, and pictured her sitting at the counter with the display prints along the wall, frames for sale cluttering the glass of the counter, and the big appointment book open on the desk next to her.

“Hi, I’d like to speak to Ray if he’s available.” her voice didn’t tremble, but Laurie felt as if every other muscle in her body was shaking, half nervous, half excited.

“Certainly, just a moment please.” There was silence on the line, and then Ray’s slightly husky voice came over the wire:

“Hello, this is Ray. What can I do for you today?”

Laurie answered with a deep breath, “Ray, its Laurie. I want to make an appointment for a sitting. I’ve decided to go ahead and give Mark the photo set we talked about.” Laurie’s face felt hot as the blood rushed in, making her flush, feeling excited and very nervous. She had considered this for a long time, finally deciding that Ray was to be trusted, and very much wanting to do something special for Mark.

Her husband had often fantasized of having her pose for sexy photos; they had played around with their digital camera some, but part of the excitement for Mark was the knowledge that another person would be involved and seeing her lovely body, directing her movements and knowing what a sensual and sexy woman Laurie was. Laurie wasn’t averse to others seeing her nude, and she had very much enjoyed the photo sessions with Mark, but the formality of having a professional photographer take pictures made her self-conscious and nervous.

Ray and his wife Jean were good friends, and the couples had spent quite a few evenings together, casual back and forth between their homes was normal for them. Several times, while hanging out at one or the other’s houses, they had spoken about the different types of photographs people commissioned Ray to take, and Laurie knew that this would not be the first time a wife had given a gift like this to her husband with Ray’s expert help. Jean would tease Ray about the lonely housewives he took pictures of, asking him how many wanted the photographer more than the photos.

Ray would laugh, but was always completely discreet- no one ever found out, from him, who he had photographed nor even how many inquired and didn’t follow through. His wife and their good friends could know that he had done this work, but that was all he’d ever tell, unless the person modeling specifically said it was ok to discuss the session. This was one of the deciding factors for Laurie, knowing that unless she chose to tell, not even Jean would know of the photos.

“OK, no problem. When would you like to come in? Have you given some thought to what style, what mood you want to present?”

“Yeah, I have. I think casual, not blatant, maybe a little innocent? Do you know what I mean?”

“I think so. Girl-next-door type feeling? Is that it?”

“Yes, exactly. I was thinking of overall shorts, casual shirt, sneakers, not dress and heels. Does that make sense?”

“Yes indeed. We can do that, no problem. You want a candid feel to it? Or are you “aware” of the camera?”

“Candid, I think. Like being observed unaware.” Laurie could feel herself relaxing, Ray was so matter-of-fact about this, not seeing anything unusual about the conversation. She noticed that she herself was feeling a little aroused at the thought of posing, though, her nipples were crinkling even as the prosaic discussion continued.

“What about lingerie? Perhaps something just a little more sophisticated than the jeans and top would indicate, the contrast is often very appealing. If you have something lacy, or sheer, it makes a nice change, indicates a duality of mood that has worked very well before. That really depends on you though, whatever is comfortable is fine.”

Laurie felt her blush return a little at that, as she started seeing flashes of herself nude before a man who wasn’t her husband; the mental images were turning her on more than a little. Even having been involved in sexual situations with other couples, and seeing pictures of herself weren’t quite the same as this cold-blooded planning seemed to be, at least as far as her reactions were concerned.

“Can I bring a couple of outfits with me? And decide then?” she asked.

“Of course. Whatever works is fine, and you are the decision maker as to whether something is or isn’t working. All I do is try to translate your vision into the pictures. When were you thinking of coming in? What would be a good day and time? I usually allow about four hours for these sittings.”

“Four hours? Why so long?”

“Because for most people, it’s a little different than just walking in for a portrait, where the wardrobe is known, the hair styled in advance, you see. Often, clothes need to be changed, and settings arranged, and there are usually a lot more pictures taken; particularly if a series is the goal, rather than one or two pictures that will be reprinted. These are more often what I call storyboard shoots, than a simple series of proofs for selection.”

“Oh, I see. Well, Mark is going to be out of town on Thursday, and wont be home until Friday evening. I want this to be a surprise for him, so that would be perfect. Can you do it Thursday or Friday?”

“Sure. Friday afternoon is free, at 1:00, if that works. Come down about noon, if you want, you can have an hour to get ready. Will you want someone here?”

“What do you mean?”

“Sometimes women are more comfortable with another woman present, similar to having a nurse present during an exam. If you’d like, my receptionist Michelle can be present while we work; or, if you prefer it, we’ll work alone. It’s entirely up to you.”

Laurie thought fast as Ray spoke. She hadn’t thought of anyone being there but Ray, and knew he meant it as a reassurance to her, but she was almost instantly more intrigued by the thought of having another woman there, watching her pose for her friend, knowing that the pictures would be for her husband. “She doesn’t mind? It might be easier, I guess.”

“That’s fine. I’ll see you on Friday, then,” Ray answered, “Bye for now.”

Laurie replaced the receiver on the base, letting a long breath out as she did so. She was more aroused than she’d thought she would get, just from making the appointment, and her hand slipped into the waist of her shorts, pressing against her sex, feeling her own arousal.

As she touched herself gently, leaning back against the cushions of the couch, she let her mind wander to what she would wear, anticipating the look on Mark’s face when she presented him with a series of sexy photos. As her fantasy moved to what he would do for and to her afterward, her fingers moved faster and harder, and she came right there, feeling the wetness of her arousal seeping from her sex, soaking into her panties and over her fingers. She let out a quiet moan, feeling herself relax after her orgasm, releasing sexual tension she hadn’t been fully aware of.

“This is going to be more fun than I had thought!” she was thinking as she sat up, and went to clean and dry herself off.

Friday morning Ray found himself having a hard time concentrating on the work he had to do, developing and printing proofs of a layout he’d taken for a catalog, of a bunch of electronic gear he didn’t understand and couldn’t care less about. It all contributed to the bottom line, however, so he made sure that the colors and lighting were filtered correctly in order to please his client.

At last he was able to turn on the white lights in the darkroom, and leave the prints in the dryer for packaging later. Stepping out into the hallway that ran the length of his studio, he walked to the front room where Michelle was dusting and tidying the displays.

“How about some lunch, Michelle? I’m starving, would you like a sandwich before this afternoon’s session?” He asked the receptionist/assistant/confidant that had been working for him for the past four years, starting part-time after school, and then staying on while she attended community college. She was a gifted photographer herself, studying art, and finding a perfect opportunity to combine an income with access to a studio and darkroom to continue her own work.

“Great, I’d love something. Shall I run to the deli? What will you have?” she replied.

“I’ll go, I can use the air,” Ray answered.

”If you have time before the sitting, great. I’ll have an egg-salad sandwich and a diet coke, please,” she began to dig in her pocket for some cash.

“This one is on me,” Ray said, “I’ll be back soon. If Laurie arrives early, show her to the dressing room, and where things are. Help her out if needed, you know what to do.”

“No problem, this will be a fun shoot.” Michelle said, turning her attention back to the shelves she was cleaning, humming to herself as she continued working. She found her thoughts focusing on the session Ray had described, a tan blonde who wanted a set of intimate pictures to give her husband as a gift. She hadn’t told Ray about some of the sessions that had occurred in the studio after hours, when friends from college had been feeling free, but he was well aware of other times when the inhibitions had fled.

What he didn’t know was that she frequently was more aroused by the photo shoots than a professional should allow herself to be, and that part of her willingness to be the third was because she found these times personally very exciting. Of course she never let a client know that she was turned on, or the purpose for her being there would be defeated, and Ray might not ask her to sit in anymore.

When the door opened and the little bell hanging there jingled, Michelle turned to greet the arriving customer, “Hi, how are you today? May I help you?” She could guess this must be Laurie, from the slightly hesitant manner and a small garment bag she was carrying. “My name is Michelle; you must be Laurie?”

Laurie blushed a little, as Michelle took her in, eyes moving up and down her body, feeling as if the young clerk was looking at her as if she was crazy; was she thinking Laurie was too old, or desperate to feel pretty that she’d need to do this?

“Yes, I’m Laurie. Is Ray here? He said I should arrive about now,” Laurie said softly, forcing herself to look into Michelle’s eyes. “Am I too early?”

“No, of course not,” Michelle moved toward Laurie, reaching for the bag. “Let me take you back to a changing room, they’re along this hallway.” Taking the bag from Laurie, she turned and led the way to the back of the studio. “We’re going to be using the back studio, here,” she said, stopping at the open door to the larger studio. “Ray started by putting up a few props, and this outdoor backdrop. We were thinking of using a rail fence section, perhaps a garden seat- this wooden bench is nice, too. There’re a lot more along the wall, if you want to see if it looks ok with what you were thinking. Want to look through them a bit?”

Michelle knew that Laurie was probably nervous, and one of the best ways to get a client to relax was to involve them in prosaic scene selection. Matter-of-fact discussion about these items made it easier to transition to the unemotional discussion of body parts, positions and clothing that would follow soon enough.

Laurie stepped into the studio, a large dimly lit room with one end completely masked as a grove of trees, with the suggestion of a creek alongside. The studio felt warm, almost hot, and she asked Michelle about it as she examined a pile of items including a garden bench, a complete garden with rocks, dirt and artificial plants, all artfully constructed of lightweight plastic.

“Oh, that’s normal. We keep it warm because cold skin takes on a bad hue, on film, and goose bumps don’t enhance the photos much. You’ll find it comfortable without much on, or naked. If you want to have your nipples erect, we’ll put an ice cube on them,” Michelle explained.

“Oh, I see,” Laurie said, blushing a little again.

Michelle watched her carefully, enjoying the contrast of Laurie’s long blonde hair against her tan skin, seeing the slight reddening as she blushed, admiring the gentle curve of her breasts in her polo shirt, and just the hint of cleavage at the open collar. Laurie was a beauty, no doubt.

Laurie’s attention was caught by a large rounded plastic prop, looking rather like a child’s wading pool, except for the colors; instead of the bright cartoonish fish and sea horses that adorned many backyard toys, this was molded in natural colors, as if a woodland pond had been lifted whole to grace the studio.

“Is this something we can use, do you think? Is it hard to work with? It might be fun by the trees, or something?” She asked Michelle, “But I didn’t think of a bathing suit, or anything,” she mused.

“That’s no problem,” Michelle reassured her, “Depending on what else you brought, you could be strolling in the woods, and find a nice cool pool, decide to enjoy it, something like that? No particular reason you’d carry a suit on a walk, if you want to we’ll fill it. Whatever is good for you, this is your show!” She smiled at the older woman, trying to relax her, let her know that whatever she chose to do for her gift was completely up to her.

“Or, you can garden, if you like- hot day working in the garden, all alone, a little freedom, a little off at a time? And, of course, you don’t have to use outdoor props at all. Ray set this up, as you’d mentioned overall shorts, this seemed suitable to us, but it’s only suggestion. Perhaps you’ve decided on a different mood? Or you’d rather use a different theme?” Michelle continued, “There are all kinds of other settings, you can pick anything.”

“No, I think I like the idea of an outside setting,” Laurie answered, looking around, “I kind of like the idea of the woods pool, will that be ok?”

“Yes, of course it is,” laughed Michelle. “You come this way, and let me set it up. The changing room and bathroom are across the hall, this way.” She led Laurie out of the studio and across the hall, to another room. This one, too, was very warm, but much brighter.

A dressing table with angled mirrors was outlined in bright lights, an open rack of clothing hung along one wall, with shelving units on the third wall containing a multitude of objects, some that would be found in about any conceivable setting. From vases, telephones, books and lamps, to dishes, desk sets, and blocks of wood, a vast jumble of props were stored in the bins. A door next to the mirrored table led to a small bathroom. A faded old couch covered in red velvet completed the room’s furnishings.

“Here’s where you can get ready,” Michelle announced. “There’s a bunch of other costumes here, if you want something other than what you brought, and any of the props here are fine to use. We wash anything worn after every use, so you can feel free. If you need anything at all, just sing out- I’m going to be in the studio, setting up the pool.” She cast a quick glance around, and then focused on Laurie.

Laurie looked around, and said, “OK, I’ll call if I need help,” and watched Michelle leave, closing the door behind her. She took a deep breath, holding it for a moment, and let it out in a whoosh. She sat on the couch for a moment, just looking around the room, and wondered if the arousal she felt was typical of the other women Ray had photographed. With a little laugh, she concluded that it probably was. Otherwise, no matter how indulgent toward a partner, or in her case a loving husband, the artificiality would kill the mood.

Michelle had the pool setup in front of the backdrop and filling, when Ray stepped into the studio, carrying her sandwich in a bag with his own coffee in his other hand.

“How’s it going? Did Laurie get here already?” He asked, handing her the food.

“Yes, she’s in the changing room. I didn’t connect who she is, when you told me her name. She’s stopped in before, with her husband, right? You were going to a party or something, and they came by to pick you up. She’s gorgeous!” Michelle took her lunch to the garden bench and sat down to eat it, continuing, “She decided on the pool, but I haven’t seen what she’s going to pose in. She has a great body, her husband is a lucky man!”

Ray raised his eyebrows slightly at her enthusiasm, but couldn’t repress his own small grin, “Yes, Mark’s a lucky guy, and even better, and more rare, is that he knows it,” he said with a chuckle, “They are a nice couple, and from what I can tell, totally in love. Kind of neat, they also seem to be totally in lust, too!” with a wink at Michelle.

She giggled a little at that, knowing that anyone who would pose nude for her partner’s enjoyment had to have a little more than just a little lust in their makeup; “A lot of hot” is how one of her friends would have put it, and been closer to the mark.

“I’ll go and let her know we’re ready when she is,” Ray said, “I set up the lights earlier, so all we’ll need are exposure readings for her skin and whatever she’s wearing. You finish your sandwich, and by then we should be set.”

“Give me an extra minute, if you can,” Michelle responded, “I need to change into shorts and a t-shirt myself, it’s plenty warm in here. I always forget quite how warm it is in here, and when we light it up it’s worse.”

“No problem, we’ll have at least a few minutes, just come in when you’re set,” Ray said, on his way to the door.

Knocking on the door to the dressing room, he called through it, “Laurie? It’s Ray. Everything going ok? May I come in?”

With her affirmative response, he opened the door and entered to find her at the make-up table. She was wearing a white cropped tank-top under overall shorts, the faded denim highlighting her blonde hair, and the white shirt contrasting with her golden tanned skin. Not the dedicated sun worshippers ebony but the casual color of someone who enjoys the outdoors and it’s activities, but doesn’t have the time to do nothing but lie around.

“Hey, looking really nice Laurie,” he said as he approached her. She blushed a little as she looked at him in the mirror, seeing her neighbor and friend examine her as if she was a treat to be enjoyed. She didn’t mind, exactly, but it wasn’t normal for Ray to look at her this way; nor, to be fair, was it normal for her to be prepping for him to photograph her intimately, so she could surprise her husband. Mixed feelings of anticipation and excitement, nervousness and apprehension washed over her, making her wonder whether this was really a good idea or not. Her stomach felt as if it was flipping over, not in a bad way, but in a strangely exciting movement.

“Any problems? Do you need anything?” Ray asked kindly, correctly reading the tension in her body and interpreting the emotions behind it. He wanted to set her at ease, relax her, as he knew that if she could enjoy the photo shoot, it could be fabulous. If she didn’t, however, the photos would be so much scrap paper, and she’d feel badly about the session, and possibly about herself for trying.

“No, I guess not,” she answered, not meeting his eyes, “I’m just nervous, this is so… formal, I guess, not as easy as when Mark and I, when we’re alone, I mean…” She trailed off, not sure how to continue.

Ray sat down, and looked her in the eyes, “Laurie, this is your gift, to Mark, and the only people who are involved, are you and Mark. I am an extension of the vision you have, to capture it, and the same is true for Michelle. Anything you don’t want to do, or feel comfortable with, isn’t gonna happen.

“The flip side of that, is that whatever you do decide to do, for Mark, is perfectly ok, for the same reason- I am only a means to achieve your end, and what you decide to do is also perfectly fine.”

Laurie listened to Ray’s soft husky voice, and started to relax. After all, she’d decided that she could do this partly because she trusted Ray, and knew intuitively that he meant every word he’d just said.

“Ray, you know, I mean, we’ve told you, that Mark and I have fooled around with our own camera some, and there have been a couple of other times when pictures were taken, but I’m unsure about this. It seems more cold-blooded, kindof, I guess.” She felt her own excitement rising as she said this, pushing away some of the apprehension.

Ray laughed at that, saying, “Cold-blooded? Well, in one sense, I guess, this is planned, more of a structured setting, true. However, anyone who even contemplates giving this kind of present, can’t be considered cold-blooded!”

Laurie laughed herself, at that, feeling more of the tension inside her melting, “I didn’t mean like that, silly. More like I won’t know how to ‘pose’, or what to do without feeling self-conscious! Any other times, other pictures, I mean, have been secondary, not planned.”

“I understand that. I can promise you that if you can relax, you’ll have lovely photos. If you can start by just relaxing, following suggestions, then I’m betting you’ll find you can enjoy it, and the rest will flow.”

Laurie took a deep breath, and stood up, walked over to the couch where Ray was sitting and offered him her hand to pull him up. “Ok, then, let’s go and have some fun,” she said, tugging him to his feet and heading for the studio.

Michelle was there, having changed from her receptionist’s dress blouse and slacks into shorts and a t-shirt, with sandals instead of heels, to compensate for the heat of the studio. She watched as Laurie came into the studio, and Ray turned and closed the door behind them. She’d locked the front door, putting out the closed sign, and had put on a radio that played a variety of music to help Laurie relax. She noted that Laurie’s nerves were settling, and admired Ray’s ability to help alleviate tension in people. Part of what made him such an excellent photographer was his empathy with people, and his ability to help them feel in control of the situation rather than feeling awkward and uncomfortable.

Ray moved to the backdrop, behind the pool, and asked Laurie to step to his side for lighting checks. Obediently she walked to him, and turned to face the camera, when she jumped as the solar-flex lighting popped on. Extremely bright lighting that mimicked the sun’s colors, she squinted a little and said, “I can’t see through the lights, does it have to be quite so bright?”

Ray ran a light meter in front of her face, taking readings from her skin, and down the front of her overalls and along her legs as well, saying, “Yes, but don’t worry. You’ll adjust some, and even though you can’t see past them, you don’t need to. Remember, you’re here in the woods, by a pool- there’s no one over there to see, so you won’t be looking that way!”

Laurie grinned nervously, “Right, I knew that.”

“No, but you didn’t need to. That’s what I meant before, it’s like the posing. You don’t know, but you will. Please, remember, that if you don’t feel you can ask or talk to us, we can’t help you make a great photograph. So, I have the readings I need, I’m going to go to the camera. Michelle will come up here, by you, but out of frame. If you need a break, or anything, you just let us know.”

Ray went to the camera as Michelle moved closer to Laurie.

“Ok, honey, why don’t you start by just sitting down a second, near the pool. Let yourself rest back on your arms, you’ve just walked into the woods, you’re hot, and want to enjoy the sound of the water, and the birds for a minute or two,” Michelle spoke quietly, and Laurie sat down, listening to the woman’s soft voice, feeling rather self-conscious, but starting to relax into the heat of the studio and enjoy the feeling.

“Move your left hand up, just a bit, good; push your hair back from your face, lift it and fluff it off your neck… stretch your left leg out, lift it a little… point your sneaker toe, you’re a little stiff from walking, excellent… now let that one down, lift your right leg, do the same… perfect.. both hands back, arms stiff, tip your head back, lift your face to the warm sunshine, perfect… keep your arms like that, cross your legs indian style, let your knees lower, great… turn a little to your left, same pose… very nice…”

Michelle’s instructions came smoothly, and Laurie found she was quite easily able to move to the next pose, nothing was hard and she was feeling comfortable moving around. She couldn’t tell exactly when Ray snapped a picture, the floodlight setup he preferred avoided the telltale flash of extra light that accompanied most portrait sittings, so she could concentrate on what Michelle was having her do.

Ray was finding her movements easy to capture, zooming in on some and panning back for others, capturing her smooth tan skin over the tautness of her thighs and then the soft fall of her blonde hair in the next frame. She was looking great, and he knew already that this would work for her. Already the first awkward adjustments were smoothing out, and she was highly photogenic. Having taken her picture before, although only as casual snapshots at one get together or another, he knew she photographed well, and anticipated that the final prints would be among the best he’d done.

Michelle continued her quiet directions to Laurie, not rushing her, conscious of the woman’s body language, but definitely aware of her own body’s reaction to the situation. Even though fully clothed, there was a delicious sense of anticipation charging the atmosphere in the studio, and all three of them were aware of it.

“OK, now, how about standing? You’ve just walked up, you see the pool, you’re standing at the edge- looking down at it, hands at your sides, good… bend over a bit, let your hair fall forward some, great… hands on your knees, you’re looking into the water, breathing a little… little deeper, let your chest fill, good… again, even deeper, let your breasts rise, hold a second, good…. now squat down, reach forward, test the water temp… perfect… cup a handful of water, run it down your other arm, let it run from your elbow to your hand… great… another handful, run it around your neck, on your throat, you’re warm and it feels good… perfect… stand again, face the woods, back to pool, stretch up tall… hands high, lift to the sky, on your toes… arms out to your side…. a toe touch, legs straight…. pull yourself upright, slide your hands along the outside of your legs… perfect… hands on your hips, look back the ‘trail’… great… turn to your right, still looking back where you came from…. arms behind your neck, stretch… roll your head a little… great, perfect….”

Laurie was lost in the woods now, feeling the suns heat on her body, wasn’t she lucky to have found the pool? Stretching felt great after her walk, she was warm and the pool was a nice temperature to cool her skin. She was aware of Michelle’s presence, and Ray’s, but was getting lost in the fantasy. Her own inclinations were taking her now, starting to guide her movements without waiting for Michelle.

She moved a hand to the buckle of her overall, slipping the ring of metal off the button that held it above her breast, shrugging the denim over her shoulder and knowing somehow she’d moved in a way to let the camera see a hint of her breast through the side of the overalls and her tank top, somehow feeling that the remaining water droplets along her neck would show well on her skin. She lifted her arm again, once more fluffing the hair above her ear, off her neck, deliberately raising her breast to the material of her tank, feeling her nipple respond to the tickle of fabric.

“Beautiful, honey. Twist at the waist a little, and bend forward, keep your arm back like that… very nice, just a hint there, great… put your left hand on your knee now, tilt a lot toward the pool, right hand on your hip, let that strap fall back, great….”

Laurie faced the pool again, and the camera beyond although she couldn’t see it, or Ray, nor was she looking. She put her hands on her knees, bending forward at the waist, looking into the pool but somehow knowing that Ray would be focusing down her shirt as she leaned over, only one overall strap on with the whiteness of her tank top bright on her tan, under the blue material. Her breathing was coming a little faster now, she noticed in a detached way, as she was starting to get turned on by this situation. Her nerves were rapidly losing out to arousal, and she liked the feelings she was experiencing.

Michelle was silent now, moving quietly back from the set, and stepping behind and to one side of Ray. She picked up a smaller camera, and snapped a half-dozen pictures of her own. She incorporated Ray at his camera in the foreground, but out of focus. She liked the idea of photographing the photography, and sometimes the models enjoyed having a couple of those in the final sets, too. Moving next to Ray, she felt her own arousal; simply having Laurie moving to her instructions had kicked up her own heat a fair amount. Luckily Ray couldn’t notice, he was busy with the camera, so she could make a quick adjustment to the crotch of her shorts when she was behind him.

Laurie was kneeling by the pool now, still facing it, with her knees wide apart, running her hands up her thighs to where the cuff of her shorts pulled tight around her skin, running her fingers over her mons through the material, pushing it into her a little bit. She bit her lip and gasped as it pulled just right against her, getting more aroused than she’d thought she could when she was ‘on show’, but loving it after all.

Ray was having to work at his own non-arousal, with very limited success. He hadn’t ever had one of what he thought of as the private nudes get quite so far into it, so fast- nor had any of the others been so attractive as Laurie. Most of them seemed to want pictures in order to prove something to themselves or someone, but Laurie, he thought, was truly motivated by a generous impulse to give her husband something special. While he would never shirk doing his best, even for the barely attractive, he had to admit that Laurie was making this easy for him.

Laurie shrugged her left shoulder strap down now, letting it drop over her arm, and slowly started to lift the tank top up. Michelle moved closer again, saying,

“Slowly there, yes, good… just lift the lower part up… yea, good… leave the overalls in place, pull the shirt from underneath, great…. yes, like that, just a hint for the guy, of what’s underneath… good… now, a little more, good… leave it bunched a little, turn to your side, then around… great, yeah, just slowly… very nice….. now from this side, around more…. now, lift it a little more, up around your neck… good.. pull the overall strap back up, leave the shirt around your neck… great…. now, pull the shirt off, really slowly, let your hair catch in it, and fall back… good.. how about soaking it in the pool, lean over a bit while you wring it out… great… run it over your neck and shoulders, down your arms…. great… beautiful… pull the strap back up, and do the stretches again, just like before… but now you’re feeling more freedom, you’re all alone in the woods…”

Michelle paused, and just gaped at Laurie who was obediently stretching, moving and turning again. Her breasts were loose under the overall, and Michelle could see her hardened nipples and crinkled areola with each movement, as they swayed against the coarse denim of the overall. Her own nipples were hard and pressing against the material of her t-shirt, and glancing down at herself, Michelle could clearly see the darker outline around the tips through the fabric.

She looked back at Laurie when she heard a snap, and watched as the overall straps were both popped off at once, one in each hand. This time Laurie left the strap hanging over her shoulders, but let the bib of the overalls fall forward, giving a clear view of her lovely breasts for the first time. They were lovely, firm and tipped with a dark, very hard nipple in small areola, and Laurie began rubbing and massaging them for the camera and her watcher, rolling the nipples between her fingers, teasing herself and feeling the arousal shoot through her body.

She ran one hand down her side, into the shorts, and popped the buttons that fastened them at her hips. Pressing further, she let the shorts slide down her legs, very slowly presenting them with the sheer white panties she wore.

Michelle gasped aloud, unable to restrain herself, as the shorts slipped lower and she could see in the bright studio lights the pale fluff on Laurie’s mons, just a few stray hairs escaping from the edges of the filmy material as Laurie pulled it gently tighter, clearly showing the outline of her swollen lips to the camera, spreading her legs wider and squatting a little. Her own juices began to escape, seeping into her panties as she watched this show.

Hearing her, Laurie looked at Michelle with half-closed eyes, feeling a rush of excitement course through her at the knowledge that the woman was turned on by seeing her, a sense of power in her as she touched herself, knowing that she could excite her. She moved her hands to the sides of her thighs, slipping them up to her hips and laying them flat. Placing her fingertips under the waistband, she turned slowly, standing hipshot for a moment, and then slid them down as well, lifting one leg and then the other as she pulled the panties off, rolling them over the sneakers she still wore.

Naked but for the sneakers, she turned and squatted with her back to the camera, untying the shoes and then sitting down in profile. She removed each shoe rapidly now, impatient to be nude, wanting to feel the warmth of the lights that had become the sun, feeling her own moisture and excitement building. She tossed the shoes to the side and bent forward, arching her back as she touched her toes. Then, slowly drawing her hands along the length of her legs, she lay back, fingers continuing their exploration of her own flesh, running up her stomach and over her breasts, through her hair.

As if willed by another, Michelle found herself unfastening her own shorts, and slipping her fingers into her own wetness, softly rubbing and stroking her clit as she stood next to Ray, watching this beautiful woman playing in a world of her own. Her breath was slightly ragged, and glancing at Ray, she could see that he too was finding it hard to control his arousal. He was squirming even as he continued to take pictures, swapping the bulk loader film automatically, but not able to keep his erection from showing clearly in his excited state.

Laurie was turned on more than she’d been in a long time, feeling the tingling of an approaching orgasm even as she seemed to reach higher and higher towards a climax, her excitement grew and the peak seemed to recede. Opening her eyes a little, she could just see the shadowy bulk of Ray and the camera, with the smaller shadow that was Michelle next to him. Looking at her, she made a beckoning motion with her hand, and a soft, almost un-noticeable “Please, come here.”

Michelle hesitated for only an instant, but her need was overpowering. She moved to Laurie’s side, kneeling beside her and looking into her eyes, questioning silently. Laurie’s response was immediate; reaching up for Michelle, and pulling her face to hers, she kissed her softly but insistently, her tongue probing Michelle’s soft lips, parting them and moving into her, probing with wet heat.

Michelle lay down next to Laurie, meeting her mouth with her own, chasing Laurie’s tongue and sliding her hand up to cup Laurie’s breast in her palm, feeling the soft warmth and the hard tip in her hand. She started nibbling on Laurie’s lips with her own, then planting tiny bites around her jaw, down her throat and over her chest.

Laurie sighed and began fumbling into Michelle’s shorts, finishing the unzipping and pushing her panties aside, impatiently probing into Michelle’s sex, fingers thrusting against her lips and finding the sweet wetness there. She slipped a finger in immediately, pressing on Michelle’s clit with the heel of her hand, and was rewarded with a moaning gasp as Michelle arched her back and pushed herself hard against her hand.

Michelle moved her hand lower in turn, following Laurie’s lead and pushing hard on her mound, fingers slipping through the light hair on Laurie’s mons, probing into her slick wetness quickly, one and almost immediately another finger deep inside. She pushed hard, feeling the heat and arousal that had been building, her fingers quickly covered in the slippery juices that were flowing freely. Laurie spread her legs wide apart, using one hand to push Michelle deeper into her sex, the other beginning to rapidly stroke and tug at Michelle’s wet pussy, squeezing the lips, pulling the hair and pushing hard on the nub of her clit.

Both women were breathing heavily, gasping, and oblivious to anything but their own excitement and need. Ray was entranced, seeing the two lovely women lost in sex, the smells of their arousal spreading throughout the studio, filling his mind and turning him on even more. He maintained enough presence of mind to remove the camera from the tripod, and take photos from different angles. The women were lost to the world, and not concerned with camera angles now, nor did he have any intention of interrupting their play to direct them. He was involved in a once in a lifetime chance, and was going to capture it all.

Michelle broke away from Laurie abruptly, sitting up and throwing off her t-shirt, then shoving her shorts off and tossing them away. Turning back to Laurie, she flipped around and buried her face into the soft blonde hair on Laurie’s pussy, beginning to lap and suck rapidly on the engorged clit that poked out between swollen, open lips.

Laurie gasped, and her thighs clamped tightly on Michelle’s head, her own head rolling from side to side as she started to climax. Her body, aroused for an extended period as she stripped and played for the camera, shook in release and she let out unintelligible mewlings and moanings as Michelle sucked her clit and thrust her tongue into the warm sweet wetness of Laurie’s pussy.

Michelle’s hand slipped down between her own legs as she peeked up and watched Laurie come, twisting and squeezing her clit, feeling her own climax arriving, her juice running over her lips and onto her fingers and hand, stroking herself to an orgasm as Laurie began to breath again, relaxing her thighs and running her hands through Michelle’s hair, who slowed her pace, gently licking and kissing now, the ferocity subsiding.

Laurie tugged Michelle’s head gently, loosening her mouth’s grip, and pulled her higher, so Michelle was lying on Laurie. Face to face, breasts to breasts, the women kissed deeply, sharing the taste of Laurie’s come and warmth of the other’s mouth, gently stroking and touching each other, as the excitement slowly ebbed.

Rolling off of Laurie, onto her side, Michelle stroked her breasts and belly gently, teasing the pussy hair that was now soaked with come and saliva, looking at the flush that remained on Laurie’s cheeks and chest.

“Wow,” she said, “That was absolutely amazing. That’s never, ever happened you know, we don’t do this-”

Laurie grinned, and interrupted, “I hope you don’t think I planned this, but I got so turned on, and your voice was so gentle and warm- and you are so pretty, I couldn’t stop it, not that I wanted to anyway.”

“Well, I’m glad you didn’t,” Michelle answered, “You are really pretty, and very, very, sexy.” Suddenly she blushed, bright red, when she realized Ray was very close, with a camera in his hand and a serious erection in his pants.

Laurie looked to see why Michelle had hidden, and spoke in a bemused tone, “Hmmm. Ray, I think I got more than I bargained for. But, will you do something more for me? Please, come here a second.” She shifted away from Michelle, and reached for Ray’s waist. “I want to do this, and you’re gonna be sure to get it on film.”

Laurie unsnapped Ray’s pants, and gently unzipped the fly, pulling his erect penis from his shorts. She knelt before him, looking up at his startled eyes, and said, “Don’t you forget the camera!” Slipping the head of his cock into her mouth, she swirled the tip of her tongue around the head, and licked the underside along his length, feeling him swell up further.

Ray tried to speak, but Laurie said “Hush! Give the camera to Michelle if you can’t handle both!” and closed her eyes, cupping his balls in her hands, taking as much of him into her throat as she could, while using her hands to stroke his shaft below her lips.

Ray made a strangled gasping noise, as he watched Laurie’s blonde head move up and down his cock, and looked toward Michelle. She was sitting up now, watching interestedly as her recent lover sucked her boss, and absently stroking her clit as she stared. When she heard Ray, she looked up and met his eyes, and almost laughed out loud at the pleading expression in them as he desperately tried to indicate she should take the camera.

With an inward grin, she rose and took it from his hand, watching as he sighed in relief and his eyes moved back down to where Laurie’s mouth surrounded his cock. Michelle pointed the camera at that union, and started to take pictures.

Ray couldn’t last long, not after watching Laurie’s beautiful photo shoot, and the scene with herself, so Michelle was careful to get several good shots of Laurie and Ray, from full frame to lips and head alone. Then, kneeling next to Ray, facing Laurie, prepared to try to catch his orgasm as it happened.

Laurie could feel Ray’s balls tighten, and his cock was swelling and jumping in her mouth, as she sucked and fondled his balls. Drawing her mouth to the head, she ran her tongue around the tip, then gently rubbed it up and down the sensitive vein on the underside. At that, Ray let go, and let his come shoot out into Laurie’s mouth. She pulled back a little, but kept stroking and licking him, letting his come flood her mouth and run out the sides. Ray gave a deep groan, coming and coming until his balls hurt, gradually slowing his movements and catching his breath.

Laurie lowered her head on him again, and gently sucked and milked the rest of his come from him, licking his cock until he pulled it away when it got too sensitive for him.

“God, Laurie. I’ve never seen anything- you are amazing,” Ray began, “I don’t know what-”

“You hush, Ray. Did you tell me that what I wanted to happen, would, and nothing that I didn’t want to happen would?” Laurie asked him.

“Well, yea, but this isn’t exactly what I meant,” He replied, “I heard Michelle, and she’s right, we’ve never-”

“I know that, Ray. If I thought otherwise, I wouldn’t be here now, and we’d never have done what we just did. But, we did- and I enjoyed it, and think and hope you two did, too.” Laurie sat down as she spoke, looking up at Michelle and Ray, then down again. “If you didn’t, then I owe you an apology.”

Ray and Michelle looked at each other, then both sat down next to Laurie.

”Apology? For what, honey?” asked Michelle, puzzled. “For letting us enter into your present? I don’t think you have anything to apologize for; as far as I’m concerned, I owe you thanks!” She smiled, putting an arm around Laurie in a one sided hug.

“Me, too,” added Ray, joining the hug, “I’ve never had such a time!”

Laurie looked at each of them, a smile and kiss for them in turn.

“I can hardly wait to give Mark his present!” she said, “Maybe we should have a party, and you can come, too!”