After reading the newsletters on this site for many years, I want to share an experience that happened to me recently.
A little background about me. I'm an older fellow in my 60's and have worked as a facilities maintenance manager for 40 years. I'm not overweight, I guess you could just call me average. Not the kind of guy you'd expect to see posing with a tall, slim, blonde 25 year old girl. I'm more likely to be seen wearing a Santa suit. Well, it just so happens I was asked to do both.
A friend of mine (also in his 60's) has recently taken up photography as a hobby in retirement. He was approached by a young girl (25) who wanted some sexy photos as a surprise for her husband who was unexpectedly deployed a month before Christmas. He asked me if I would be willing to pose with her dressed as Santa.
They assured me that it wasn't to be anything trashy. The shoot would start with her wearing a cute elf type costume, then transition to lingerie, and finally to her being completely nude at the end. Nothing porn related, no spread legs or anything. Just some photos to send to her husband for Christmas. This was their first Christmas as a married couple, and unfortunately they'd be spending it apart.
I never thought I would be approached for such an offer, but I gladly accepted.
A few days later the three of us (Me, my photographer friend, and the model) met at a local theater and dance supply store to find costumes for the shoot. I have to admit, I was a little nervous to meet this girl. I'm the nice guy who had a lot of friends who were girls, but no girlfriends. And I've certainly never been in the presence of a "model" caliber young woman nude. What would it be like meeting a young girl knowing in a few days I was going to see her completely naked?
They arrived at the store and I pushed my nervousness aside and went out and introduced myself. She was just beautiful with a young face, semi-blonde hair and blue eyes. I was so happy to see that she was not trashy at all. She was wearing blue jeans and a spaghetti strap tank top. Just a regular girl.
We went in and started picking out our costumes. Mine was easy, just had to find one that fit. We talked and got to know each other a bit while browsing the store for a few ideas for her costume. She would hold some up and ask what I thought. All I could think is she would look great no matter what the costume.
She eventually settled on a two piece red costume with white "fluff" around the edges. While my friend handled the paperwork for the rentals, we stepped outside and talked a little more. She was just so friendly. As we spoke I even learned that she didn't drink, smoke, or do drugs. I was really impressed. The stereotype of girls who are willing to pose nude is that they are all crazy party animals. It was so reassuring to see a young woman with real maturity.
She expressed to me that she was glad I wasn't creepy. She said the hardest part in deciding to do this surprise for her husband was finding someone she was comfortable seeing her in her bra and panties, and then nude. She also mentioned she was a little nervous about that part, but excited too, and it would be fun.
That night, I still couldn't believe it. It was all a little surreal to me. Every time I thought about it my chest swelled up with what felt like excitement mixed with nervousness. I guess you could call it extreme anticipation.
At last, Saturday morning arrived. I packed my costume and drove over to my friends house. I still felt like I was living in a dream. How could this be possible? I arrived at my friends house and noticed the model's car was already there. I took a deep breath and thought "this is it". My heart was racing. I walked around back to the studio and went in. They were just setting up a bench and deciding whether to use a tree or not. We all brainstormed together on some possible ideas and set up some scenes. After about 15 minutes of this we decided it was time to get dressed and get started. The model disappeared to the far back room to change and I went behind a backdrop and donned my loose fitting Santa attire.
I then made myself busy speaking with my friend about some of his new photo equipment. Just then she came out in her costume. All the swelling in my chest the past week was nothing compared to what I felt seeing her now. She was just stunning to me. Her slightly tanned skin, her blonde hair, and the roundness of the tops of her breasts pushed up slightly by her costume which was just half a size small (for effect). And the thought that for the first time I won't have to leave it just to imagination. I was going to get to see her. It was just an unbelievable feeling.
I could tell she was a little nervous, but also excited. Once we got started shooting, I felt my nerves and hers melt away and the fun began. We did poses with her sitting on my lap with her finger on her chin as if thinking of what she wanted for Christmas. Then some with her behind me resting her elbows on my shoulders. We did these types of poses for probably an hour, and I and I had forgotten about her even taking anything else off. She suggested we start getting into the lingerie portion of the shoot and removed the top portion of her costume. I felt a rush in my chest again as I was reminded where this was going. The photographer suggested doing a few shots in her bra and skirt bottom real quick so she left that on.
But not for long. After a few minutes that was gone too. She was now wearing a lacy black bra with lacy "boy-short" bottoms (she told me they were called "boy-shorts", I didn't know). She was just the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. As Santa, I was to pose with a shocked look on my face. With not one minute of acting school, I was able to pull this off easily because inside it was genuine!
The lingerie series lasted another 30 minutes or so. Since she was wearing so little now, it was difficult to forget about the next stage. There really wasn't much left to the imagination. I could see the beautiful curves of her entire body. The anticipation was such a magical feeling.
After a short pause in shooting, the photographer asked her "Well, do you comfortable enough to start transitioning into nudes now?"
She took a deep breath and replied "Yep, let's do it..." quickly turning and looking at me and asked "are you OK with that?"
I don't exactly remember my reply other than to say it was something to the affirmative.
The photographer came over and began structuring the pose and describing exactly how she should remove her bra. She gave a few nods of acknowledgment and he returned to his camera. She was sitting on my knees facing the camera, which was positioned a few feet behind my shoulder. My job was to look at her in astonishment, which again, didn't take any acting skills.
The camera shutter began to click as she reached both hands behind her back and undid the clasp of her bra. I could see it loosen as the clasps came undone. She held the bra in place with one arm and let one of the straps fall off her shoulder while the camera continued to click. Then, ever so slowly, she allowed the bra to come down completely revealing her bare breasts and nipples.
It was as though time stopped in that moment. Though my senses felt as though they were heightened, the world seemed so silent and distant. I could hear every click of the camera shutter. She just continued posing. One arm at her side, the other resting on my shoulder dangling her bra behind my back.
After just a minute or so she stood up and adjusted her hair and we changed things up. I tried to be as respectful as possible by not looking. After all, most of the poses required me to look directly at her breasts so there's no need to be greedy. We did just 5 minutes or so of topless poses and she suggested moving onto the nudes. She asked if we were going to do a series of her removing her panties, but decided that would look more trashy.
Out of the corner of my eye I could see her step just off set, toss her hair to one side and slip her panties down. She stepped out of them and walked back towards me and awaited instructions on a pose.
There really aren't words which describe how I felt at this point. She was so amazingly beautiful standing in front of me. The next series of poses afforded me the opportunity to view her entire body. I discovered that though every part of her body was beautiful, it was looking at the whole that was the most enjoyable. Taking in the entire figure at once.
About 45 minutes into shooting nudes, the photographer needed to change batteries in the camera, and transfer the images onto the computer to free up space on the card. We all walked over to the computer to get a look at what we'd created over the past two hours. As the images downloaded she asked me what I thought of all this. I took the opportunity to express that I thought she was amazingly beautiful and had a very mature attitude. She said thanks, and then joked, "It's not every day you get to hang out with a young nude girl for a few hours!" and laughed. She then expressed that she was thankful to me that I was respectful of her and didn't try "anything sneaky".
I didn't even realize until looking back that she remained nude during the break. It wasn't that I had gotten used to her, but maybe just in that state of euphoria it was more natural. I don't know.
After 15 minutes or so browsing photos, we finished the session with another 30 minutes or so of nudes. I was so happy that we were able to get so many great photos and that none of them crossed the line into trashy. All were done in good taste for her and her husband to share. I am so grateful for the opportunity to meet a girl like that and to have that experience. I will never forget it!
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