Sarah’s First Shoot

A part of the Photographer’s Exotic Life series

Disclaimers:

• This material is of an explicit, adult nature and not suitable for minors. Anyone under the age of consent is warned not to read further.

• All characters are of legal age to participate in consensual sex in the jurisdiction in which this material is being consumed.

• All characters are fictional and any resemblance to real persons is purely coincidental.

Sarah had always dreamt of modeling. Ever since she was a little girl she’d imagined herself strutting down the runway at fashion week, tall, lithe and beautiful, all eyes on her as she captivated the crowd with her stunning elegance and grace.

Life was cruel, though. Sarah was not tall and stick-thin. She did not have the grace of a supermodel. She was pretty, had a good complexion, sparkling eyes, and nice, firm natural breasts that were much bigger than any runway model. The boys fancied her, and she was learning to be content with that, even if it wasn’t what she had wanted.

One day, while idly surfing the net, Sarah stumbled across an ad from a photo studio that was looking for new models, all body shapes and sizes welcome. Impulsively, Sarah saved the ad, and then carried on with her scrolling.

As the days passed, Sarah kept coming back to the ad she had saved on her phone. She had nearly convinced herself, on more than one occasion, to just delete the darned thing and forget about the idea of being a model. She had learned to think that modeling was just never going to work out. Something in the back of her mind always stopped her from deleting the message though. She couldn’t bring herself to get rid of it.

About a week after she saved the ad, Sarah screwed up her courage and emailed the photo studio to see what they were all about. She got an answer back the next day, saying that they were a studio that had been in business for nearly twenty years, that they were looking for new talent, and that they would be happy to further discuss things if Sarah was interested. Best of all, Sarah realized that the studio was only a short distance from where she lived. OMG, she thought, this might actually be real! Sarah sent back a reply, saying that she was quite willing to talk to them about how it would all work. She soon had an answer; an invitation to a video call to have a chat about the process.

Jacques was the name of the photographer. He looked nice on the video call, a bit older but had a certain sexiness to him. He was also quite pleasant and friendly. Sarah could see that he was in an office with photography equipment, and he even volunteered to walk the laptop out into the rest of the studio, if seeing the location of the proposed shoot would make her feel more at ease. She said that would not be necessary, and they continued talking for a few minutes. Jacques asked her a number of questions about her measurements, her style, what she liked and didn’t like in photos she had previously seen. Then he surprised her by asking how far she wanted to go.

“What do you mean by ‘go’, Jacques?”

“Well, Sarah, at this studio, we shoot everything from family portraits through fitness, boudoir, and more exotic pictures. How far are you comfortable going?”

“Oh my, maybe this is a mistake”, blurted Sarah.

“Sarah”, said Jacques. “I ask because I don’t want to push you any further than you are willing to go. I want you to be comfortable and enjoy your shoot, without pushing any boundaries. I don’t want you to feel pressured into anything you don’t want to do.”

Sarah sighed with relief and thanked Jacques for reassuring her. “I think I’d like to start with just some portrait shots and maybe a bit of lingerie, but nothing too, um, dirty. Would that be okay?”

Her mind reeled when Jacques said it was more than okay. They set up a time for the shoot and Jacques told her to wear a pretty dress, stockings, heels, and her prettiest underwear. With that, he thanked her for speaking to him and ended the call.

“Wow”, thought Sarah, “did I really commit to posing in my knickers in front of a total stranger?” Over the next few days, she could think of nothing else as she planned what she would wear. Nothing in her wardrobe seemed sexy enough. She almost called the whole thing off more than once. Then she remembered that she and her best friend, Eva, had been shopping a while ago, and on a dare had each bought the sexiest, skimpiest bra and panty sets they could find. Sarah had never worked up the nerve to wear the sexy lingerie and it had sat in a bag in the back of her closet. She retrieved it now and had a look. The bra was black, very lacy, with some ribbons and was far more see-through than she remembered. The matching black panties were more of a thong, really: very lacy, skimpy, and see-through as well. She discovered that the set also included a beautiful black garter belt of the same lacy material. Now all she had to do was to find a set of black stockings and, more importantly, find the courage to wear this stuff. It was so sexy, she was embarrassed to even think of having it on under her clothes, let alone stand in front of strangers while wearing nothing else.

At the same time, Sarah was very turned on by the idea. She was so turned on; she could feel her loins heating up and her nipples were getting very hard. She was glad she was home alone because as her arousal increased, she knew there was only one way to resolve it. She placed the lingerie back into the bag, lay back on her bed, and reached into her nightstand for BOB. BOB was her nickname for her vibrator, her Battery-Operated Boyfriend. She needed an orgasm, and she needed it now. BOB, as usual, did not disappoint, and within minutes she was in the throes of ecstasy as her vibrator shook her pussy into a state of bliss.