Katrina 2

"What? Oh that!" She's laughing as she tells me, "Trimmed, I guess. I do trim it, but I don't shave down there."

"Perfect. What's your bra size, Kat." I'm just curious about this and I'm trying to make it seem like there is specific criteria.

"36C. Wow. Your client requests a specific bra size?" Katrina has gotten past her initial apprehension and is now very intent on meeting the client's criteria.

"No. But once I've found a model, I e-mail the specifics for approval before we do the photo shoot." I'm trying to sound very businesslike while by heart is pounding in my chest and my cock is throbbing in my pants. "There is no doubt, my client will approve of you."

"Umm. Tell me again how these pictures are going to be used. I'm not going to show up in some sleazy magazine or all over the Internet am I?" Katrina is starting to think through the ramifications of what she's agreed to do and I'm afraid she's going to back out.

"Absolutely not. First of all, I know this client and he keeps pictures strictly for his own personal enjoyment. Secondly, I have a written contract with each of my clients that forbids publication or distribution of any of my photographs. I retain the copyright for all of my pictures, which makes the contract legally binding. I can guarantee you there is nothing to worry about." I reassure her with a lot of bullshit, but she seems to be buying it.

"Nothing to worry about except having my trimmed, not shaved, private area and my 36C breasts photographed close up for some unnamed client to gawk at while he.... while he.... whatever he does while he's gawking." She settles back in the booth, laughing while she says this and I watch her tits gently bounce with her laughter.

"Basically, yes. Are you still up for it?" I ask. I certainly am, my cock is especially up for it.

"Sure, why not. When do we do this?" she asks.

"When is your next day off that you don't have anything planned?" I know she doesn't work on Thursday, which is my wife's first day out of town.

"I'm off Thursday, is that too soon?" she asks. Nothing could be too soon for me. I can hardly breathe as I once again assume a businesslike tone.

"Thursday would work well. We can start early, around 9 a.m. and see how far we get." I am amazed at how far I've already gotten with my fantasy and expect I will get a lot farther on Thursday.

"Now, we have to talk about wardrobe for the shoot. I can supply wardrobe if necessary, but I've found that it's more effective if you can wear your own clothes. The fit will be right and we don't have to waste time making adjustments. The client wants three different series of photographs, a conservative school girl look, a sexy, street look and a seductive bedroom look." I tick off each of these on my fingers as I describe them. "Each series will consist of you posing in various stages of undress. The schoolgirl look should be a conservative skirt and blouse with plain white bra and cotton brief panties. The sexy look will be a tight, short skirt and sleeveless blouse or tank top with lace bra, sexy nylons and a thong. The seductive look is a sheer nightgown or negligee with matching panties or thong and no bra. Which of these can you bring and which will you need me to supply?" I ask her in my most disassociated, businesslike tone.

"Well I think I have skirts and tops for both the school girl and street girl look. I don't have any white underwear, I mainly have black and purple." She starts laughing, "You know, it's weird. I don't mind telling you whether I'm shaved or not, but talking about what type of panties I own is embarrassing. That's really weird."

"I started laughing with her, "It's true. Some of my models are more shy exposing their underwear than when they are posing totally nude. How about the rest of the clothing." I'm starting to sound like I've been doing this for years.

"I have a black thong and a black lace bra." She glances down and I get the impression she's talking about what she's wearing right now. My cock reacts to the image of her sitting there in a thong under her short, tight skirt. "What else do we need?"

"A sheer nightgown." I answer without intonation, wondering whether this lovely young lady owns any sexy nightwear.

"I have a baby doll, but I'm not sure how sheer it is. It's pink with little frills around it. "She's using her hands to show me where the frills are around her hips and just below her tits.

I look at her and ask indifferently, "Do your nipples show through when you wear it? It has to leave almost nothing to the imagination." I can't help but look right at her tits when I ask her this and I might be imagining it, but I think I see the points of her nipples pushing at her blouse. Could this conversation be having the same effect on her that it is on me?

"Well, I... uh... no. I don't think you can see that much." She is flustered and I see her blush for the first time. Her complexion seems to have taken on a dark brown glow compared with the light brown coloring it had a minute ago. She takes a deep breath and I watch her breasts swell under her blouse and I definitely see the outline of her nipples in the white fabric. This girl is getting turned on from our conversation.

"Okay, well bring it anyway and we'll see. How about if I give you money to get the white bra and panties and I'll take care of the negligee?"

"Sure that'll work." She smiles at me.

"You'll need to bring your make up. For the schoolgirl look, I'll shoot you very naturally without much make up but for the sexy street look you'll need some bright lipstick and some eyeliner to match your outfit. For the seductive, bedroom look you'll need more subtle shades of eyeliner and lipstick, okay?"

"Yeah. I've got all that, no problem." She's recovered from her embarrassment and is leaning forward again, engaged in the conversation as if we were planning a field trip to a museum instead of a naked photo shoot in my bedroom.

"Good. I'm excited that you're going to do this. Stop by my office before you leave today and I'll give you directions to my house." I stand up while she's leaning over the side of the bench to retrieve her purse from the floor. The front of her blouse spreads open as she bends down and her bra cup hangs about a half inch away from her body. I can see most of her soft chocolate colored breast, and about half of her black nipple with it's surrounding areola before she sits up. I turn toward the door before she can see the bulge in the front of my pants. This is just a tease for what I'll see on Thursday.

When Katrina brings the afternoon mail I give her my address, some shopping money and tell her to wear the schoolgirl outfit when she comes over Thursday and we'll start with that.

Wednesday night, after my wife leaves for the airport I set up the camera equipment in the guest room. The feminine dŽcor in our guest room will make a great place to do the photo shoot. I also go to the Lingerie shop at the mall and get a sheer pink teddy with matching thong for the bedroom shoot. I'm so excited that I can hardly sleep.

Katrina rings the doorbell right at nine o'clock Thursday morning. I lead her down the hall and detect a bit of nervousness as we stow her make-up and extra clothes in the guest bathroom. I realize that I'm going to have to take it real slow and help her relax. My plan is to get her so heated up during the photo shoot that she wants me to fuck her. Worst case scenario I get great pictures of her naked body. I have her complete a release form that I created last night in Microsoft Word then explain to her what we'll be doing.