The Dames of Wayward Inn: Part 2
The Ladies of the Pub Become Calendar Girls.
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An unscheduled location shoot.
I was lost in my own little world on the way to a wilderness reserve, excited about resuming my boudoir photography hobby. One of the nation's most beautiful un-discovered beautiful young women was joining me, as my first model for a charity calendar project.
It was just after 4am on a cool summer morning. Our chatting went silent for a few minutes but then I had a crazy idea.
"There's a 24hr food truck up ahead, it caters for all the trucks passing this way. There was a bloke called John runs it at nights and I used to stop and have a cuppa and a chat with him. Do you fancy a cup of tea?"
"Yeah, why not. I don't think anyone will see me if I need to pee later."
We pulled into the rest stop and we were the only ones there. Before we got out of the car I turned to Karen. "I've got an idea, you can obviously say no if you don't want to do it. Do you fancy a few photos for your fans page? If John's okay with it you could stand in front of the truck and open the coat and I could take some photos."
Even in the dark of the car I could see she was thinking about it. "Maybe, I'm not sure. I've taken all my own photos so far but I suppose you'll be seeing me naked later anyway. It'll be nice to have some photos taken with a proper camera. Do you think John will mind?"
"Who knows, he seemed a fairly sound guy, we'll have to ask him."
We sat there for a few moments talking about it, Karen building herself up and getting more and more into the idea. When we walked up to the concessions truck I was pleased to see it was John working, and he greeted me like an old friend, extending his hand to Karen when I introduced her as a friend of mine. Some blokes will get smarmy when an older man introduces a beautiful younger woman as a 'friend,' but John just took it in his stride.
We made small talk as we drank our tea but then I had to bring up the subject of the photos, "Actually John, one of the reasons we're out here in the middle of the night is that we're on our way to do a photo shoot, I just had an idea that doing some photos in front of your van would be cool. Would that be possible?"
"I think it should be, but I don't want to be in any of the photos, even in the background."
"That's fine, it'll just be Karen and the van."
I almost ran to the car to get my camera, wanting to get finished before anyone else pulled up. As I was walking back it dawned on me that John hadn't asked what sort of photos we were taking. The two of them were chatting away and I was impressed with how calm and relaxed Karen seemed.
I was thinking about that but also about lighting. The lights of the van were bright and I knew Karen would need to stand close to the step van so they wouldn't be behind her. I had it straight in my head and told her where I wanted her to stand, telling John to leave the van if he didn't want to be in them.
John came out and stood behind me, out of the way as far as he was concerned but now looking directly at Karen. I didn't know how she'd react. I couldn't blame her if she wanted to stop. I pulled a 'sorry' face but Karen smiled back and gave me a little wink and nod, to carry on.
"Right Karen, look directly at me and start to undo your buttons."
She undid the buttons but kept the coat closed as she did so,
"Right Karen, shoulders back a little and open the coat."
"Wow! Blimy!" It was John,
Karen giggled and her smile got even wider at his exclamations.
I was aware of time and I quickly went through different poses,
“Move the coat that way, pout, stick your boobs out,” that sort of thing,
Karen's smile and enthusiasm, the star of each photo. I thought we'd finished but then Karen asked John if it would be okay to take some photos inside the van. He gave an enthusiastic “Yes!”
Very calmly, Karen removed the coat and laid it across one of the picnic tables, smiling at the two of us and turning and walking to the entrance to the step van. Thankfully I was quick enough and got some shots of her as she walked. She looked out from the van and I knew straight away that they would be great photos,
Karen's smiling face and great tits clearly visible above the counter, she even picked up some of the utensils and posed with them. She was a natural food server. I darted around from the outside of the counter, and entered the van, where I got some great side-view picks of Karen's perky nipples in the cool early darkness. Prepping food and wiping down the counter. She slipped a disposable fold-open paper food server hat and I captured even more pics.
We thanked John, but he said it was his pleasure, his smile making us all laugh. Back in the car I didn't need to ask her if she was okay,
"That was brilliant, I can't wait to see the photos. Thank you for thinking of that, I think we make a great team."
I just nodded and smiled, thinking to myself that she was right, we did make a good team.
As we drove to the wilderness area, for what was our intended calendar photo shoot; I was explaining to Karen about the dress and the wig and how I came to have them.
"Steve, I bet Bernie looked amazing in them.” Karen surmised. “I remember the first time I met her, she was wearing an off the shoulder Bardo top. She had a beautiful face, but what I remember most is her collar bones. They were so straight and elegant, and she was so sexy."
I hadn't heard of a Bardo top, but I remembered the described top, so I knew what she was talking about. I was smiling at the memory when Karen added, "I bet she was even sexier when she took the dress off."
It seemed a strange thing to say. but I didn't mind, smiling more and saying, "Yes she was."
Daylight was just breaking as we reached the parking lot, and as I got out of the car I was pleased to feel the dampness of the wilderness area, a slight chill to the air. I got the bag with the dress and the wig in it, "Do you want to put it on here or when we get to the location?"
Karen took the bag and said, "It'll be easier to put it on here. Leave the car doors open so I can see what I'm doing." She hadn't even buttoned the coat up when leaving the food truck, and as she removed it I found myself turning to give her some privacy, just noticing an amused smirk on her face as I did so.
"Can you do me up?"
Karen had her back to me and I'd forgotten how far the zipper came down, the top of her ass crack was clearly visible. The zip just barely did up, Karen laughing and saying 'That's snug,' as I gave it one last tug. She turned around and I stood back to admire her, a 'wow' involuntarily escaping my lips. She actually blushed and said 'thank you.'
She put on the wig and, once she'd played with it a bit, she was transformed. Karen had short silky hair and the wig was a curly titian red, a bit classier than some of Bernie's other wigs that she herself had described as strippers wigs. The whole ensemble, the cascading red hair and the fine lace top, had an almost Victorian feel to it, if you ignored Karen's chocolate brown nipples trying to poke holes in the lace.
I got my camera and took some photos by the car, me adjusting settings and Karen smiling and enjoying playing with her curls. I'd originally planned on shooting on one of the paths that led to some trees; but on the way I came across a small pond with wading birds and the rising mist looking amazing in the early daylight.
"How do you want me to pose?"
I got Karen to turn away and face the water with me behind her. I told her to put her legs together and lift up her dress till I could see her bum. She leaned forward a little and I knew straight away that that would be the main photo for her calendar page. It had a cheeky, playful feel to it, almost in contrast to the stunning background. I then got her to turn around and lift her dress again, playing with different facial expressions and leg positions. None of these would be suitable for the calendar but I enjoyed taking them.
We were chatting on the way back to the car and I mentioned that we hadn't decided on the final layout for the calendar, whether to have just one main picture on each page, or whether to have a main picture and a few smaller ones of each model.
"All the photos you took were very similar, why don't we do some indoor ones that show off the dress more."
"We could do that, but then your face would be in them and you might be recognizable." I advised her of the factors.
"That's possible, but I think this wig is amazing and I don't think anyone will recognize me. We could take some and see."
"I think the other shots don't need to be so explicit, your boobs look great pressed in the lace.” I suggested. Then I added; “We could go for sexy and alluring, rather than showing too much."
"That's brilliant and you know what? We should take the photos back at the pub, there's beautiful furniture there, and it will really suit this dress and wig." Karen said with inspiration.
I knew straight away that she was right. It was still only 7am on a Sunday morning and no staff would be there for hours. I was getting to like Karen more and more. It brought back fond memories of my times with Bernie, doing photo projects. Not just her personality but also the way she thought about modeling and photography.
We entered via a side entrance that led to the pub but also up to my apartment, "Are you hungry?"
"Starving."
"We should have some breakfast before we continue, follow me."
Up in my kitchen I set Karen up with my laptop so she could look at the photos we'd taken, whilst I prepared breakfast. I used to enjoy cooking but had gotten out of the habit, mainly just eating in the pub. I uploaded the raw pics to a cloud account and emailed Karen an access code so she could keep her own copies.
She took her time looking at the photos and I was starting to get a bit nervous, wondering at her reaction. Eventually she said, "These are amazing, by far the best pictures I've ever had taken." She actually looked quite emotional.
She blushed a little, "I didn't realize I'd shown quite so much when I'd lifted the dress at the front, do you think they'll be okay for the calendar?"
It was my turn to blush. "No, but I enjoyed taking them."
"Steve?” She said in a low tone; “Did you get turned on when you were taking the photos?"
I wasn't expecting that and was a bit thrown. I decided to answer as honestly as I could. "Not really, when I'm taking photos I get completely lost in the process, even when I'm directing you to show a bit more. The only time I got turned on or distracted was when you first turned around in the dress, your nipples were pointing through the lace, it must have been the cold, but I thought you looked incredibly sexy."
Karen smiled. "It wasn't the cold, which stimulated them. When you were zipping me up I could feel your breath on my neck, it sent shivers through me."
I didn't know what to say, but then Karen started laughing, "When you're directing me to show a bit more, you have to stop saying 'show me more of your private delights.' it sounds weird. These are my tits or boobs, this is my bum or ass and this is my cunny or pussy." She had the most delectable cheeky smile on her face as she pointed to the different features of her anatomy.
We started eating our breakfast and fell into an easy silence, comfortable together, knowing enough about each other to know there would never be anything between us, but that it was okay to get turned on sometimes.
As we were drinking our tea, Karen was telling me more about running an online fan page, saying that the girls who were most successful and made the most money put a lot of effort into it, as if it was a full time job, "They have to advertise on social media, reply to fans on their pages, as well as taking photos and filming videos. They also have to keep it fresh, new ideas for photos, buying better equipment, it's full on."
I was interested in what she was saying, asking questions and saying that to me it sounded just like running a business, that the girls who did well were obviously canny business people, as well as being beautiful and sexy.
"It's funny, some of the most successful aren't necessarily the prettiest or have the best bodies,” Karen enlightened me. “They normally provide the full package, you feel entertained as well as turned on."
"I can see that, I bet their personalities shine through. You could do that. You have great tits and ass." We both smiled at me talking that way, "But you just ooze joy and sexiness, a great combination. It's not all about flashing your cunny, it can be about the tease and about looking at a beautiful, sexy woman. It's also about the quality of the photography,”
Karen then set her tea down and seriously asked me; "Would you be my photographer? I'll pay you."
I surprised myself with how quickly I answered. "I'd love to. You don't need to pay me. I have an idea. I think you should cut down your hours working here, maybe to two days a week. It's summertime and I have students looking for work, so I can cover you. I have to do all the shoots for the calendar and I'd like you to help me with them, both for your ideas but also as a chaperone, To protect everyone's reputations. You'll get a chance to learn more about photography and lighting, and I'll get all your ideas. In return for this I'll help you with your page, taking photographs and maybe even videos if you want."
I didn't have to ask her what she thought, as she got up and leaned in to give me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. We were both on a bit of a high and got lost for time as we sat there bouncing ideas off of each other, both for the calendar and her page. I eventually looked at my watch and said. "Shit, we only have an hour till the pub opens, we'll need to hurry to get set up and take the photos."
Karen stood up and I looked down at her feet, "What size shoe do you wear?"
"Six, six and a half, depending on the width."
"Same as Bernie, there are some heels in the wardrobe, they might look better for these photos."
Karen followed me into the bedroom and the first thing she noticed was the bed. "That's so cool, I've never seen a four poster in real life." Before I could stop her she'd jumped up onto the bed and laid there, posing and giving me her best sultry look, "What do think?"
"Beautiful, now come here and look at the shoes, we don't have much time." She gave me a sullen teenager look, but then smiled and came over to me.
I pulled out a selection of heels from the bottom of the wardrobe, Karen picking up a pair with six inch heels and laughed as she said, "Was Bernie a stripper in a secret life?"
I struggled to keep a straight face, thinking that that was exactly what we'd used them for. “Only for one select audience, after our wedding reception.”
"I don't think I could walk down the stairs in them but they might come in useful for a photo shoot for my page, what do you think?"
"I think you have a great ass anyway, but in those it would be spectacular." I was getting used to talking about parts of Karen's body in such terms, and I liked it.
Before she could choose a pair of heels she noticed the dresses, hanging in the wardrobe. Pulling a couple out and holding them against herself. "I'd love to try these on."
"And I'd love to see you in them, particularly this one." I pointed to a fitted blue dress she was holding, the side split all the way to the waist, "You'd look incredible in it but we don't have time right now." I was half tempted to open the pub late and let her try them on, hopefully watching her change, but then thought better of it.
I grabbed two small studio lights from a cupboard as Karen eventually chose a pair of heels to wear. I quickly placed the lights, more with guesswork than anything else, and Karen started posing, there in the master bedroom, with all the grand antique furnishings.
She really was a natural, almost reading my mind, her positions and expressions changing almost before I directed her.
There was a large ornate mirror and Karen had the idea of me catching her reflection in it. She looked great but there was something missing, "Try to look whimsical." I told her. She pulled it off perfectly but I still wasn't happy. "We need something else, especially for the calendar. We need a cheeky, challenging element. We need to see your nipples poking at the lace."
She looked straight at me, holding my stare, a cheeky grin creeping across her lips as she said, "Well, you could breathe on my neck or I could do this." Her right hand went to her boobs and her fingers started to pinch her nipples through the material, a low, guttural moan came from her as she tweaked them some more.
They were definitely hard and pokey but now the material was creased, because of how hard and large her dark nipples were. I pointed it out.
She tried to brush it out with her hand but it was still obvious. "You brush it out then. You can see it better than I can."
I hesitated and we both smiled "Okay I will, but only because it's for the calendar." Karen giving me a look like, 'yeah I believe you.'
I put my left hand under her boob and pulled the dress taut, my right thumb rubbing across her nipples a few times before I was satisfied, Karen giving an exaggerated sexual moan just to make us both laugh.
We finished and cleared up just in time for opening, Karen giving me another kiss on the cheek and saying it had been a long night and she was going home to bed. I had a full day's work to do.
Sunday lunches are often one of our busiest times, and today one was no different. It was going on four before I finally got a chance to chat with Jess. I told her some of what had gone on in the night and also that Karen had agreed to be a chaperone and helper on the other shoots.
"You don't need a chaperone for me, my love, unless it's to stop me molesting you."
I'd normally have a smart answer for one of Jess's quips but was so tired I could only manage a smile.
"She's also good with ideas, she'll be here just after nine in the morning, does that suit you?"
She said it did, and I went upstairs for an hour of sleep before the evening session.
When I finally got to bed that evening I couldn't resist logging onto Karen's page. She'd loaded up the photos from the food Truck; and although not all the lighting was to my liking, she did look great, especially the ones from inside the van. She'd already had loads of views and lots of comments, just like you'd expect 'You can suck on my sausage any time you like' etcetera, I texted her to say I thought they looked great and that I'll see her tomorrow, I fell asleep before she had a chance to reply.
The other 11 months.
For all of the models other than Jess I'd planned on meeting them beforehand and discussing what we'd do. For Jess I wanted to shock her, play her at her own game and see how she'd react. I had a very definite idea in my head and was a little nervous, in case it was too much.
Jess, Karen, and I met in the pub for Jess's event; and were having a cup of tea, Jess quieter than normal, obviously a bit nervous. I had a small bag with me that had her costume in it, she asked me what it was but I just smiled and tapped my nose.
What it actually was was a short apron with 'cook' written across the front bodice, Bernie had bought it as a bit of a joke years, earlier. I had this vision of Jess naked except for the apron, only the side of her boobs and her big ass visible.
When I eventually showed it to her, she looked shocked, holding it up and calling me 'A cheeky bastard.'
She then added, "I'm a chef, not a cook." We were all laughing, me as much from relief as anything else. We went into the main kitchen and I explained what shots I had in mind, the two women adding little bits here and there. I left Jess to get changed and expected Karen to come with me but she didn't, instead staying with Jess.
They seemed to be ages and I could hear them chatting and giggling, Karen eventually coming out and calling me in. Jess was stood facing me with the cheekiest grin I'd ever seen on her face, the apron tied tight and struggling to cover her big tits, large amounts of boob visible on either side. I was a bit shocked.
"Get your camera." It was Karen, breaking the spell and bringing me out of my trance. I got my camera and could see them exchanging glances, they were definitely up to something.
I started shooting, Jess looked tense, her muscles all held tight. I guessed this was down to nerves and I tried to help her relax, telling a silly joke and telling her she was doing great. I got her to bend forward, which she did stiffly, the two of them giggling more. I wasn't sure what was going on, but Jess's boobs looked great in those bent forward shots, great cleavage and the apron straining to contain her, that might be the calendar photo.
I asked Jess to move but Karen said she couldn't, I'd have to move around her. This was bizarre but I played along, moving to her side and getting some great shots, lots of side boob, torso, ass, hips, and thighs. Jess was all woman and these side shots showed her in all her glory. They also showed that she definitely wasn't wearing knickers.
I moved behind her and saw what all the messing was about. Jess had the handle of a large wooden spatula wedged between her ass cheeks, the spoon of the spatula reaching halfway up her back, thankfully I managed to reel off a couple of shots before the giggles got the best of her, her ass cheeks wobbling and the spatula falling out as she laughed.
I didn't take many more photos before we gave up and had a cup of tea. It was a really enjoyable shoot and seeing Jess and Karen interact and come up with other ideas for the calendar, made it even better. One of their ideas was that everyone who participated should get a sort of scrapbook with all their photos in it, a sort of memento, I thought it was a great idea.
Publishing.
I can't believe it's been four months since that photo shoot. The time in between has been amazing, a whirlwind of emotions and events. We actually finished the shoots for the calendar within two weeks, a combination of Jess and Karen cajoling and convincing anyone who had doubts about participating. We had a big launch party in the pub, with the press, and even a local news channel turning up. One of the highlights of the evening for me was Karen wearing the same dress and wig as in the photos and somehow keeping her nipples poking through all night.
Jess, with her big boobs and big smile, is on the front cover. Bernie is Miss October, a gorgeous, sexy picture chosen by Jess and Karen, as I couldn't decide. We've managed to raise thousands, and have had to do two print re-runs, so they are still selling.
It was the morning after the party that I decided to retire, it had been on my mind and I thought it was a perfect time, going out on a high. I'd planned to move to Spain, to a small villa that me and Bernie had bought years earlier, but the brewery, who owned the pub, told me that the new manager would be living off site with his young family so I could stay in the apartment a long as I wanted, which was nice of them.
Around this time Karen persuaded me to let her do a lingerie shoot on my four poster bed, saying she wanted something sexy and classy to post on her social media accounts to draw people to her web page It was an amazing shoot, we were so comfortable in each others company and working together that even when things got a bit heated and we were both horny, it still worked. In fact it probably worked better.
The photos were great and her site really took off. I convinced her to give up the pub and do it full time, I also convinced her to get a good accountant who would help her make the most of the money she was earning.
Karen was a very bright woman but had never had to deal with business people, so I went with her to meet the accountant. He was very pleasant and very professional and only got a little flustered when Karen explained what sort of business she was running. Gathering himself, he explained that all businesses were pretty much the same and that the same rules applied. He was explaining that all outgoings could be claimed against tax and that she needed to keep all her receipts.
"So if I buy new underwear I can claim that back against tax?"
"If it's for your business, yes."
"How about if I buy a new dildo?"
"If you can prove it's for your website, then yes."
"Oh, I can prove it."
I don't think the poor man was ever as embarrassed in his whole life.
She went a bit crazy, investing in new equipment such as video cameras and lighting and worked hard building her 'brand'. A lot of the content we shot was increasingly explicit, which is okay, but I still prefer the less explicit, more teasing type of photo, Karen's cheeky smile winning out every time over a gynecological close up, for me anyway.
One very memorable shoot was when she got her mum, Estelle, to pose with her. It was a lingerie shoot, the two of them in various matching outfits, from classic silk bloomers through to high cut, almost see through, lacy knickers combined with push-up bras and then on to matching corsets sets. Estelle was a beautiful, sexy lady and you could definitely see where Karen gets her sass from. We were shooting the whole afternoon and it was an absolute hoot to shoot.
It turned out to be the most popular photo set on the site, with numerous requests for more of Estelle.
At the end of the shoot, Estelle came up to me and asked me if I'd like to go for a drink. I, almost shyly and very nervously, said yes. We had a great time and got on really well, agreeing to go out again the next night. The rest, as they say, is history, we've been seeing each other ever since.
One evening recently I was at her house for a meal. We were talking about modeling and after a few glasses of wine Estelle confessed that when she was young she had done some quite hardcore modeling, very much top shelf magazine, legs wide open, sort of modeling
"Wow, I'm sure you were incredible, I'd loved to have seen those photos."
"Would you really?" She Winked.
I said that I really would and Estelle gave a little giggle and stood up, leaving the room and telling me she'd be back shortly.
She returned with a fairly large cardboard box, "These have been in the attic since my husband fucked off, he used to collect them."
I looked at the box and Estelle smiled, "Don't worry, I'm not in all of them."
The box was full of men's magazines from the eighties and early nineties and for me it was like a trip down memory lane, happy memories of my youth, when I used to get hold of one of these magazines and sneak up to my bedroom for a wank.
I started flicking through a few of the magazines but Estelle was going through the box, looking for two magazines in particular. She found them and handed them to me. In one of them she had a four page pictorial and a six page in the other. The four page one was of her and another girl and the six page one was of her fucking and sucking a large black dildo. The final, full page photo being of her with a dirty smile on her face and the dildo embedded deep in her ass.
I was very turned on but also very intrigued, "This is much more explicit than anything I ever saw."
"They were imported magazines. We had to go to Holland to shoot the photos. I used to much prefer the overseas shoots, the money was better and the photographers never bothered you. In England they always thought they had a right to fuck you at the end of the photo shoot."
I started smiling, thinking of the stories I used to read on Literotica, and mine and Bernie's role playing.
The next day we spent a very enjoyable afternoon lovingly recreating Estelle's ultimate photo shoot, dildo and all. And yes the photographer did get to fuck the model.
Estelle is now employed full time by the website, her official title is Karen's executive assistant, in reality this means she picks the kids up from school when Karen is too busy. For my part, I also work virtually full time for the website, although I refuse to be paid. I don't need the money and I do it because I love it, spending time with Karen and Estelle, whom I adore, both of them.
We spend most mornings taking photographs or videos and the afternoons, editing, uploading and replying to members on the site. People's imaginations and dirty minds never fail to amaze us and we have a great time reading what people write.
What's surprised me over the past few months is how easy outdoor shoots are to do. The majority of people, if they see you with a camera or a video camera, will give you a wide berth, allowing you to be far more risque than you might otherwise have been. One recent example of this is when Karen convinced me to be in one of her videos that we shot at the local park, a favorite venue of ours.
The video starts with Karen walking into the park, wearing the same long coat she wore when we took the photos at the food van. She's talking into her phone and after a short while I zoom in on her and on the video you can hear what she saying.
She's talking to her boyfriend and we hear her answering his questions. 'What am I wearing? I'm wearing that short skirt and blouse that you love. Yes I'm wearing my stockings and heels.'
We hear her giggling at whatever he's said, before giggling some more and calling him a dirty bastard, biting her lip and looking convincingly turned on. Karen writes all these scenes and I've found that she's a good actress, her timing and expressions really making you believe she's talking to someone.
She reaches a park bench and that's when she notices me, 'I've just noticed a pervert with a video camera filming me. What? No, I can't do that. Well, because it's rude. I know it will be funny, but what if he sees me."
Her voice was dropping all the time, her tone telling you that even though she was saying no, she actually really wanted to do whatever her boyfriend was telling her to do.
'Yes I am turned on. I don't know if he's got a big cock or an erection, I can't see from here.' She giggles and puts her hand to her face, an embarrassed flush to her cheeks, 'You're a bigger pervert than he is, yes I will send you the video, promise.'
Karen ended the pretend call and looked around her. I moved in a bit closer and sensed that she was genuinely nervous, not just for the video. There was nobody too close, just a man walking his dog about forty feet away. With one last look around she removed her coat.
Wowsa. I hadn't seen her outfit that day, only picking her up when she had the coat already on. She was wearing black four inch heels, a very short, tight black skirt that only just covered her stocking tops and a white blouse tucked in tightly to leave you in no doubt that she didn't have a bra on. It was the classic sexy secretary look, but amplified as if it was on steroids. She slowly turned the whole way around, under the pretense of looking who was around her, but more for my camera to see her peachy ass in that skirt.
The dog walker was getting closer and seemed to be in a world of his own. Karen was meant to sit down at this point but instead waited for him to get close, bending and stroking the dog, her skirt riding up as she did so. She straightened and spoke to the man, he was a bit flustered but made a valiant effort to look at her face and nowhere else. She had a big grin on her face as walked away, giving him a little wave as he tried to sneak a little peek back at her. It was very naughty going off script but it would make for good viewing.
She sat down demurely, keeping her legs together and looking straight at my camera, but not looking if you know what I mean. She got her phone out and was pretending to look at it but was now filming me filming her. She began talking to her own video that she was now filming for her boyfriend.
'There he is, the pervert with the camera I was telling you about. I bet he's zooming in on my tits."
On cue I zoomed in, Karen putting her shoulders back and sticking her chest out. We hear her say 'I'll give him something to look at' and we cut to a shot from Karen's phone which she has turned around and is now giving us a close up of her nipple poking at her blouse. Her other hand comes up and she starts to play with it, her moans and purrs clearly audible on the video. This wasn't Hollywood
We're back watching Karen through my camera, she starts to open her legs and slide forward on the bench, the view of her suspenders and creamy white thighs giving way to a view of her bald, naked pussy as I zoom in as best I can. Switching back to her phone we see a much better close-up, Karen's voice-over telling us that the pervert is looking at her, 'Wet, horny pussy.' She runs a manicured finger between her obviously moist pussy lips, moaning for the video as she does so. Even on my camera it looked amazing."
This was the riskiest part of the shoot as we might have got in trouble if anyone saw us. It was also meant to be the last part, but Karen had other ideas, telling me to lie on the grass and aim the camera at the sky. I didn't know what was happening but did as I was asked.
Karen walked towards me, filming and talking as she did so, 'Look at the pervert pretending to film the birds, I'll give him a birdie to film.'
She placed one foot on either side of my head, my camera pointing straight up her skirt, it was quite dark up there and I couldn't see much, signaling with my free hand for her to spread her legs wider. She ignored this and instead started talking again, 'It seems the pervert likes looking up lady's skirts, he has an erection.' She bent at the waist, almost ninety degrees, as she showed a close-up of my very obvious erection straining in my trousers.
The great part of this, as Karen very well knew, was that as she bent over so her skirt rose up, giving anyone in the park a wonderful view of her naked ass and pussy and anyone watching the video a wonderful close up of her taut thigh muscles and her, by now very wet, pussy lips. It was a great shot.
As mad and corny as this all sounds, once we'd put it through the expensive video editing software she had bought, it looked great and was so corny that it was entertaining.
I could share so much more of my transition from pub manager to boudoir photographer, But then I'll miss out on the perks earned from grateful milfs with admirable assets. Estelle and I are going to Spain tomorrow and she's telling everyone that she's getting an all over tan, no tan lines. I'm really looking forward to it and I'm taking my camera, so it should be fun.
Based on a post by Big galute, for Literotica.