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Glamour & Boudoir

It’s funny how I sort of fell into this line of work a number of years ago, I had always taken weddings, family portraits, prom photos etc. It was from one such wedding shoot that I did my first boudoir shoot, and no it was not the bride!

We had done the interview with the bride and groom and setup everything that was required, with pre-wedding photos through to the wedding breakfast all bases covered, well I thought so.

I was a little taken aback when I got a text from Lynn (the brides mum) now I had been advised by both the bride and groom that mum could be a bit pussy and they didn’t want her involved in the photos so I was more than nervous with the text asking me to phone with regards to photos!

Yes I have dealt with situations like this before but, somehow Lynn sounded like a real handful.

I called, and could not have been more surprised with the bubbly voice on the other end of the phone.

Lynn said she wanted to update the photos of herself! From the conversation I found out she had been dumped, well walked out on by her husband who fell in love with his best friend’s wife!

Life sucks sometimes!

So I arranged to pop over that evening as I was free.

As I pulled into the drive of Lynn’s house it was clear she was a lady of fine taste, nothing over the top but quality in everything that was on display.

Lynn opened the door wearing a very nice black jump suit with a plunging neckline, which showed off her ample chest to its best. She was about 5ft 6ins tall and as she turned to let me in the jump suit clung to her backside like it was glued on, there was definitely no vpl going on there!

We went into the dining room at the back of the house and she had prepared some light refreshments. I took out my note book to take notes of what she was looking for.

The normal sort of image, head and shoulder but with my new hair cut for the wedding Lynn proposed. Ah the wedding, I knew sooner or later she would mention the wedding and she was straight in there. Before I could my prepared speech about the wedding, Lynn said I want to feel special, I want to feel sexy again, and (You could have fooled me that she was not sexy). Then tears welled up in her eyes and she started to cry, then she was telling me about the “Shite” who had walked out on her for another woman. “It would not have been so hard if she had been much younger or prettier, but she was 3 years older” Lynn sobbed.

I was starting to feel out of my depth here, what to do with a heart broken woman who was obviously in need of some form of comfort.

“I don’t know what to suggest, Lynn”, “Maybe the photos will give you back a little bit of the self-esteem he has stolen from you” I offered.

“Yes, yes that’s what I thought. Sandy (her daughter) said what a lovely man you were very kind and listened, but also gave good advice and suggested ideas that were inspiring.”

She was not up for visiting the studio, as she said she would feel awkward, so we arrange for a home shoot the following weekend. That would allow her to have the haircut and sort out the outfits she was going to wear. Lynn showed me around the house and the dining room, lounge, drawing/study room and the hall area were perfect. All good natural light sources, but I would still need some fill-in lights just to make the photos pop! If the weather was fine then the back garden was also a possibility.

So I left with an appointment for the following Saturday at 2pm with the whole afternoon free to work with Lynn to take the photographs that she so desperately wanted.

Saturday morning saw me packing the car with all the required equipment, softboxes, different grids, gels the works.

A short drive to Lynn’s found her eagerly waiting and the door was opened as I reversed up the drive. She was wearing a loose fitting jogging suit and trainers, “can I help” she gushed as I opened the car door. Naturally I welcomed her offer of help. Once all the equipment was inside, I was time to see what she had sorted out as her outfits and which rooms would suit each. “They are upstairs laid out in the guest bedroom” Lynn offered and set off towards the stairs, so I followed. A suitable staircase with a superb window on the first landing as we turned to rise to the next floor. The guest bedroom was laid out with different outfits ranging from a stunning black business suit, to an almost sheer white lace figure hugging dress. She saw me looking at the dress, “I bought it last year, but have never worn it, I thought I would give it a go and see what the results were like. Nothing ventured and nothing gained” she said.

“I do not know what to wear underneath though, should I wear plain underwear or something sexy?” she asked. Before I had chance to reply “I guess it does not matter as nobody will see” she babbled. “Well NO your wrong there Lynn, if you feel sexy and good then this will show through in the photos, the best you can wear. Same with your make-up and hair” I told her.

With that I left her to get ready and went into the study to get the lights setup. The black business suit was going to be worn for starters.

What happened next took me completely by surprise, as I was taking a light meter reading I heard a cough behind me. As I turned around Lynn was standing there, wearing just her underwear a matching white under shelf corset, thong, and sheer white stockings attached to the corset. She was rather flushed, as was I. “Is this going to be alright” she coyly asked.

I did not say what I was think (which was FUCK, hell yes), “well Lynn it seems that have the desired effect on you as your glowing and have a sexual air about you, now” I stammered.

With that she turned, long enough for me to see the taught firmness of her buttocks and I gazed at where the string from her thong disappeared between them.

It took me quite a while to come back to reality, as Lynn had a very firm and taught body. The corset had pushed and offered her breasts and the stocking clad legs were accentuated with the black stiletto heels she had worn.

Managing to bring some normality back to the situation I took a couple of test shots with the light streaming through the Georgian window and the studio lights providing fill-in, I was very happy with the lighting.

Lynn returned wearing the black business suit and I was almost upset that she was covered up, but what a business woman she made. A smart leather woman’s brief case with a laptop bag over one shoulder, she looked every bit the high powered executive.

She sat on the corner of the large desk and placed her glasses on the end of her nose, taking a pile of papers and pretending to read, I set about adjusting this and that and taking a few photos. Stopping every now and then to show Lynn just how good she looked. Soon she was moving without much prompting, every time the lights flashed she was into another pose. Soon a little stocking top was being displayed, as the shoot progressed I think Lynn got lost in the moment as when she was sitting in the large green Chesterfield chair she had her skirt pulled a fair way up her thighs showing loads of leg, her jacket had become unbuttoned and the white corset was on display along with her heaving breasts. She was massaging one hand up and across her torso towards her right breast, but I had not noticed her other hand had descended between her legs. It was only when I looked at the back of the camera to check the last image that I could see what was going on!

She was rubbing her crotch through the silk of her thong, her other hand was massaging her breast and it was not long before she had flipped it out of its restraint, in one movement she had lowered her mouth and lifted her rapidly swelling nipple into her mouth.

What to do…….

Continue taking photos or watch her?

The professional took over, I continued taking photos of a woman in the throes of pure release. You could see the joy, ecstasy and pleasure etched in her face as she franticly rubbed herself. It was not long before her breathing became very ragged and she was pinching her thick nipple for all it was worth, when her climax ripped through her body, she clamped her thighs around her hand as her body shuddered into her orgasm.

As Lynn’s body finished convulsing her thighs opened and she released her breast, her eyes flickered open and she became aware of her surrounds, and who was there and what had just happened.

Lynn made a grab for her jacket to cover her breasts and tugged at her skirt which was round her waist to reclaim her dignity.

“You must think I am a terrible, wicked and slutty person” she muttered!

“Not at all” I replied and turning the back of the camera round started walking towards her, she leaned forward shyly and looking at the back of the camera saw the first images. She bit her lip the further through the images we went. “They are all yours, just for you. I didn’t quite know what to do there for a second or two so I captured you as you really are a free, sexual woman. Enjoy”

Lynn rose and letting her jacket fall open as she walked towards the door, she turned “I have enjoyed myself so far, can you take one more set?”

“Sure” I replied.

As I heard her ascending the stairs I powered up my laptop to transfer the images across to memory stick for her. I must confess to taking a swift look through the images as to confirm the quality.

They were of the very best quality, now a strange thing occurred. While taking the photos of Lynn as she pleasured herself I did not get and erection at all, it was like I was on auto-pilot. Only the image mattered, but now looking back at them on screen, my cock was soon aching inside my trousers.

As I was considering taking matters into my own hands, I heard Lynn calling from upstairs.

As I made for the door, I adjusted myself and hoped that the erection was not too visible. When I got to the bottom of the stairs and looked up, Lynn was on the platform in-front of the large window, I was quite hard to make out what she was wearing as the sunlight was so strong. As she moved sideways to block the light, I could see she was wearing the sheer white figure hugging dress. And yes without a bra and knickers.

“Do you think you could take me up here?” she enquired

I hand my camera as it was trying to cover my throbbing cock.

I climbed the stairs and when I got close to Lynn, I could see every outline of her superb torso.

Her nipples were thick and firm, they pushed the top of her dress out by over and inch, and the material clung to the full roundness of her breasts and hugged her waist. The material was pulled taught across her hips and smoothed over her buttocks.

I managed to get a decent light meter reading and set the camera, a few photos taken and it was clear that Lynn had noticed my erection. Her eyes followed me this way and that, then she climbed into the window frame, spread her legs and arms in a cross the sunlight burst from behind her!

It was one of the most spectacular images I have ever taken, well that and one about 20 minutes later.

In one swift movement as she climbed out of the window frame she had pulled her dress down over her breasts and wiggled out of it as she walked towards me. “Shown me then, show me” she purred. I found the image and turning the camera round to show her,

“Not the photo, THIS!” she exclaimed and pulling and unfastening my trousers in one go, Lynn had her hands around my manhood.

I could smell sex oozing from her and I made for her thick nipples, thumbing them between my fingers, she exposed the head of my cock with one sharp tug of her left hand. It reared up as she cupped my balls in the other.

Lynn was on her knees and taking my cock between her red lips slid down the length of my shaft, the tightness of her lips and the spittle from her mouth washed around as she buried it. Her hands were around my buttocks as she withdrew her head to the tip of my cock, then pulling me towards her she began to deep throat my cock. I joined in a started to fuck her throat, taking hold of her head, she released my buttocks and steadied herself as I thrust away.

Lynn after some minute released my grip on her head and sitting into the window frame parted her legs, the view of her naked pussy and her lips opening was magical. Moving across to join her I ran my fingers up her legs towards her wetness, placing a thumb either side of her pussy I pulled and her lips opened further like those of a rose in bloom. As her outer lips parted I was greeted by her inner sweetness, the hood of her love button was visible and I bent my head.

The musky, sweet smell from her was …

I pushed my tongue towards her, and tasted Lynn for the first time. It was like drinking nectar from the Gods!

I ran my tongue around her inner lips before I sort out the hooded … as I found her most sensitive spot, she placed her hands on the back of my head. It became erect and swelled between my lips. I moved my index finger underneath her and wormed my finger inside her anus, I felt her anus suck around my index finger. The juice from her pussy was providing the lubrication as I forced my finger deeper into her forbidden hole.

After sucking, licking and fingering her, she released her hold on my head and I raised myself up and taking my cock in hand guided it towards her flushed pussy, I inched the head inside of her and I felt her tightness. Deeper I probed and although Lynn was very wet I could feel every ridge and wall inside of her. Soon I was slowly fucking her, she had her legs wrapped around my back and as our eagerness increased so did her moans. I could feel the juice inside her hot cunt swimming around my cock, and without warning the first hot jet of sperm flew inside Lynn. Her eyes snapped open as I emptied my seed inside her. Soon sperm and her own juice were oozing around my fading cock and dribbling out of her cunt. As I withdrew and stood up, she kissed me tenderly and whispered “Thank you oh so very, very much. You can get washed and changed in the main bathroom.”

Once I had done the required duties, I returned to find her still sitting in the window sill, with her dress … between her thighs. “One last shot, please” she enquired.

How could I resist, it did as I said before turn out to be one of the most memorable and icon images I ever took.

That was how my first boudoir shoot ended.......

It was not the last time I shot Lynn, or enjoyed her company.