The photo shoot.......with extras cont

...He looked up from the view finder and smiled "Are you sure you want to go ahead with this?" There was a calm in his voice
that made me more determined to go on. "Yes, I've been promising myself this shoot for a long time" I said. " Ok then,
lets see what I have to work with" he walked past me to the set with the bed in it. He stood looking around, placing
and replacing pillows. "Nope, I think we'll start over here" He took my hand lightly and led me to a corner with just
a high backed stool and what looked like white sheets with splashes of paint on them, spread around the floor were
paint cans and an old pair of step ladders, in fact it looked like the junk corner and he could see that I was
looking a bit confused. "Trust me" he said "This can work". He gave me a pair of painting overalls, "put these on
and tie your hair back". I did as I was told. The dungerees felt stiff against my skin and the bib front kept
slipping to the left or right exposing either one of my breasts. He walked to the back of the storage area and came back
with a can of paint and a brush. The next thing I knew he was dabbing paint on my face and letting the cold white
paint drip down onto my exposed flesh. His eyes never looked at me, he was setting a scene. "There" Now he was looking at me.
"How do you feel now?" Truth... was I was feeling aroused. "Actually I feel quite sexy" I felt my cheeks warm, it was to late
the words had already come out of my mouth. He chuckled, "Well you must be feeling relaxed to let that slip"
He pushed my fringe back off my face, some of paint was still on his fingers, and it pulled slightly as he ran his
fingers through my hair.

He took me to the stool and sat me down. "ok, get yourself comfortable, just imagine your taking a break from painting"
I sat with my feet on the foot rest which bought my knees up high so that I could rest my elbows on them, with my
hands cupping my face...the shutter clicked and with out thinking I moved around the stool, leaning over it, pushing
my bottom out, letting my boobs fall each side of the bib. I looked at Ralph, he was grinning, "Are you sure you
haven't done anything like this before?" "No, never" I said smiling back. I couldn't tell him about the dreams I'd
been having leading up to tonight. No, for now they were my thoughts, it was from those fantasies that I was finding
the courage to do this. Besides I was loving it, like being in a play, like playing a role. I looked at him from under
my hair, "Good, I like it" he said changing the position of the camera. "Can you step up onto the step ladders? I want
to take some shots from underneath them". This brought us closer, I could smell his aftershave drifting up towards me.
Mmmmmm. It also meant I was looking directly down at him. The straps of the dungerees dropped off my shoulders and
caused the bib section to slip down displaying my nakedness to him, my nipples hardened. Again I felt the hot flush
rush over me, I tried to pull them back up. "No, leave it" It wasn't an instruction it was more of a request.
"please, leave it. You look great" He stood up and moved towards the ladders. His hand reached out and touched my breast.
I felt the skin beneath his fingers tighten and tingle. His hand traced down to my stomach, circled and moved back up
across my chest and down my arm. His eyes followed his hand, he didn't speak, there was no need. I got down from the ladder
And followed him to the bedroom set.

Never in a million years was I expecting this. I knew it shouldn't be happening. Less than 5m, outside the studio door,
were his receptionist and other clients. Yet I didn't want it to stop. I sat on the edge of the bed, Ralph stood before me,
holding my face in his hands. "I think we need to arrange another meeting" he whispered "I think we've found something here".
I nodded and stood up the dungerees fell to the floor, I didn't rush to retrieve them. Simply stepped out of them and picked up
the robe with my underwear and went to get cleaned up and dressed. Ralph followed me to the dressing area and sat on the chair
outside the screen. "You did well, How do you feel Now?" I peered over the top. "like the cat who got the cream".....

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