My Portrait Session · Part 1

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I awoke earlier than I had really planned. Everything in the bed fit just right. The blankets were warm and every fold in them was just right. The pillow fit my head just right. The early morning sun in the room was just enough to encourage me to stay in bed and do a little daydreaming. I rolled over onto my back and just kind of stared at the ceiling through half closed eyes. I stretched and pulled the covers up to my chin. I was comfortable and didn't want the feeling to end. With my hands folded across my chest, I could feel the slow rise and fall of my breasts with each breath. I liked the feeling of my breasts.

They sure weren't anything that would make a man's eyes bulge, but I hadn't heard a lot of complaints about them, either. The fingers of my left hand started tracing lazy little patterns on my right breast and I could feel the familiar tingle as the nipple began to contract and stiffen. My mind just floated, not really fixing on anything other than the tingling sensation building in the skin of my breast. Unconsciously, my right hand had gone down to my right thigh and started mimicking the motions of my left hand. I like the feel of my skin. At times I wish I knew a man who really knew how to touch me. A gentle touch, not the pawing and groping I was used to.

The kind of touch that barely disturbs the fine, downy hairs on my skin. The kind of touch that leaves you wondering a little if you are being touched at all. My hand seemed to have a mind of it's own. It moved from my thigh to explore the shapes and contours of my lower belly. It wanted to move even lower, but the growing sense of anticipation kept it restrained. I knew that the restraint wouldn't last much longer, but I savored the feeling. Now the invisible leash was gone. My hand moved lower and began to gently explore the valley of my mons. There were so many interesting places for sensations to hide here and I was determined to find all of them.

First I found a little bundle of nerves hiding within a fold of skin. I teased and taunted it until it poked it's little head out and greeted the new day. Once it was out of hiding and full awake it began to speak with an ever increasing urgency. It cried and quivered with excitement at the gentle stroking. It purred and returned the favor by sending unmistakable signals of pleasure to my brain. After a short visit it was time to do some more exploring. My fingers traveled farther down and worked their way between the folds of flesh that concealed my love passage. Slowly, cautiously my fingers explored the entrance to the dark, moist canal.

Gathering all it's courage one brave finger entered the recess and called to the others to join him. It was warm and miost inside and not at all unpleasant. He probed and explored deeper into the channel. He began to gently stroke the folds of skin at the entrance to the warmth. He pressed it firmly against my pubic bone and felt the surrounding area begin to quake in anticipation. My hips began to thrust upward ever so slightly. My thighs were pressed together and held the explorers trapped in the valley. My thighs began a rhythmic stroking of each other and I could feel the onset of eruption at hand. Now the explorers were gone. They were replaced by my own need for release.

I stroked my clit and ran my fingers deep into my canal as my left hand tugged and pinched at my erect nipples. I was almost there, just a few more seconds. I grabbed my breast hard and pulled up on my right hand, trapping my clit tight against my pubic bone. My body shook and moaned in the throws of orgasm. Covered in a fine sheen of perspiration, I relaxed into the warm feeling achieved only after a sexual climax. I continued to bring myself down from the peak by gently touching and stroking my body. Slowly I reached a state of composure. Now the day could begin for real. I had things to do today and one of them I was really looking forward to.

Early this afternoon I was to have my portrait done. My employer had decided to hang photographs of all the office employees in the lobby of the office. I hadn't had my photo done professionally in years and was anxious to get the pictures done. My parents and my boyfreind wanted copies and this way I could save a few dollars by letting my boss pay for the sitting fee. All I'd have to pay for was the extra prints. Not a bad deal at all! Even though I had all morning to prepare, I decided to start right away. This would give me a little while to do some shopping on the way to the photographer's studio.

We weren't told exactly how the boss wanted us to look in the photos, so I decded to look as feminine as possible. I never really liked looking like "one of the guys". I was born a female and I enjoy looking like one. I selected a white, ruffled front blouse and a pale yellow skirt with a wide belt that would show off my narrow waist. To complete the feeling I decided to complete the "image" with some of the frilliest lingerie I own. There's nothing in the world that makes me feel more feminine than being dressed in lace and frills, even if noone else sees it or knows that I've got it on. It's all a state of mind, I guess. Now some women like the ease and utility of pantyhose. I don't.

I wear nylons and garters. They take a little longer to put on, but they enhance my feeling of feminiity. I also like the way a little of the flesh of my thighs peeks over the top of nylons, almost like a promise of things to come. I selected apair of white hose with a little lace at the top. As long as I was going to be dressed in light colors, this would complete the look very nicely. I finished off the lingerie selection with a pair of lacy, high cut panties and my frilliest white brassier. Standing in front of my full length mirror, I decided I very much liked the way I looked. I was just a little unsure about the panties I had chosen.

Through the lace front, my light brown pubic patch was plainly visible. So what! It made me feel just a little sleazy walking around this way, but that's half the fun of lingerie; being secretly sleazy. A little higher, if I looked closely enough, I could just make out the shadows of my nipples through the bra. Just right. I approved of the way I looked. I slipped into the skirt and blouse. The blouse I buttoned only high enough to hide the top edges of my bra. There was just a hint of my cleavage showing above the top button. Sleazy, but not too cheap looking. I felt good. I put on a pair of high heeled sandals and left for a little shopping before I went to the studio.

While driving to the shopping plaza I had only the floor vents opened in my car. The day was warm, but not warm enough to keep all the windows open. Besides, I wanted my hair to stay as it was. The cool air blew over my legs and light breezes found their way under my skirt. They felt like little fingers gently caressing the skin of my thighs above my stockings. I knew there was another reason I liked them; I felt accessable with the tops of my thighs exposed this way. It was a lovely feeling and I enjoyed every minute of it. Even my nipples liked it. They were doing their best to strain my bra. At the plaza I parked a bit farther from the entrance than I really had to.

I didn't mind the walk and the air felt good on my legs as I walked to the double doors. In my area there is a very prominent trend at shopping plazas toward having more shops that cater to women's wear. Not the smallest area catered to is specialty shops that sell only lingerie and feminine gowns. I can browse in these for hours. I've also spent more than my fair share in some of them. I knew that I'd probably spend more than a few dollars in one, too. This plaza had a store called "Feminine Finery" that had one of the most eyecatching window displays I had ever seen. The windows were filled with displays of panties, bras, hose, and basques.

I knew they would be taking some of my money today. Just like a person who goes grocery shopping when hungry, I tend to spend a lot on lingerie when I feel especially sleazy. When I entered the store I knew I'd be here for more than just a short while. This was one of the largest selections of lingerie I had ever seen. There were no displays of outerwear at all, just rack after rack of lacy, feminine underthings. A good portion of it was for everyday wear, but the vast majority was of the very sexy, revealing type. My first selection was a few pairs of stockings. I like to co-ordinate what I wear so I chose several different styles and colors.

There was a good selection of stockings with the very lacy tops, so that's the kind I concentrated on. I also, for the first time, selected several pairs with the back seam. I thought that they would be a little fussier to put on, but that they might be a little more exciting for anyone who saw me in them. For a while I browsed through the large selection of corsets and basques. I always felt that these were some of the sexiest underthings a woman could wear. They did such a nice job of covering what caould be seen and revealing and accentuating what should not be seen in public. Of all the different styles I looked at I liked the more revealing the best.

I finally settled for a basque that was cut very high in back, to expose all of my rear, and had only a demi-bra built in. This would lift my breasts while still leaving them exposed and accessible. It was all white lace and satin. I loved it! My final purchases were from the panty section. I chose several pairs of all lace string type and I even found a couple pairs of the crotchless panties that I liked. The open panties were more than just crotchless. They had a sheer back and garters. Around the lacy front opening they were trimmed with pink or white satin. I could hardly wait to try them out with a pair of my new lace topped stockings.

I'd never bought a pair of open panties before and I could imagine just how naughty I'd feel every time I wore them out in public, even if noone else knew I had them on. By now my shoping time was just about at an end. My sitting appointment was in less than 30 minutes and I wanted to be a little early so I'd have time to fix my makeup and talk to the photographer about the poses he'd want to take. It was quite a while since I had my picture done by a professional and I was more than a little nervous about it. I walked across the mall to the studio and greeted the pretty, young girl who acted as his receptionist.

I was told that I was to be the next session in the studio and to look at some of the photos on the wall to see if there were any poses that I thought I'd look good in. The walls were covered with all shapes and sizes of photos. They ran the gamut from high school graduation pictures to family portraits. One section was separated from the main reception area by a set of small swinging doors, almost like saloon doors. When I asked the receptionist about the separate display area I was told that this area was reserved for those who wanted something a little more glamorous than the normal portraits.

Sarah, the receptionist, invited me to go into the display annex and look around saying that the photos in there were quite unique and very interesting. When I entered the display I could see what Sarah had meant. All the photos in this area were of different women who were dressed in only various types of lingerie or nothing at all. Sarah explained that these were special portraits that were done for husbands or boyfriends of the women pictured. The poses were all very erotic, yet they were done tastefully enough to tease the eyes of the viewer.

It was plain to see, also, that the women pictured were really just ordinary women who wanted to take a little trip into the fantasy world of erotic photography. None of them looked sluttish, but all of them looked very appealing. On one wall were several photos of Sarah. In one of the photos she was posed on a large, red divan. She was lying on her left side, resting her head on her hand and looking directly into the camers lens. She was totally nude. Her left leg was lying on the seat, while her right knee was raised, almost forming a horizontal figure four with her legs.

Her right arm was lying on her right side with her hand positioned in such a manner that it almost covered her light brown pubic hair. She lookes exquisite, with her very slim waist and full breasts. Her nipples were just erect enough to suggest that she was a little bit sexually aroused. In one of the other photos of Sarah, she was posed with her back toward the camera. She was leaning forward on the arm of an old wing back chair. In this photo she was not nude, but rather wore only white lingerie and high heeled sandals. Her lingerie consisted of a lacy white garter belt and white stockings. it was very evident that her rear was one of the fine points of her body.

It was very round and high and one could just make out the hint of her lower lips peeking between her thighs. I could easily see why her photos were on display as samples of the erotic portraiture. I remarked that the special photos were very interesting, but I doubted that I could pose for any of that type without being extremely self-conscious and embarrassed. I don't mind being seen nude or in sexy lingerie, but a photograph is so permanent. Sarah said that she felt the same way before she posed for the photos I had just seen, but that after she saw how they looked as finished work, she was more than a little proud of their outcome.

The only difficult decision she had to make was whether or not to allow them to be displayed as sample photos, and after the first week or so of their display she was actually anxious for others to see them. As we left the "private" display area the photographer came out of his studio escorting his last subjects. They were a young couple with a small boy with them. Evidently they were here for a family sitting. The photographer, Mark, was about 35 years old with an average build. He was nice looking in a farm-boyish way. He had sandy colored hair and a very pleasant, friendly face.

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