New Horizons Part 2

New Horizons Part 2 [part 2 of 5]
By: Wilkie (Wilkie_44@Yahoo.com)

New Horizon part 2

The next day I mulled over getting more pictures taken almost all day. Finally late in the afternoon I called and made an appointment. I was to meet Anthony at his studio on the following afternoon. We had a nice evening and My husband didn't even bring it up.

I met Anthony at his studio at 5:oo in the afternoon. It was in a business district but not the best part of town. The front was very modest but clean and tasteful. Just a basic office and some sample portraits. Anthony offered me a cup of coffee but I refused. He asked me about my Glamour shots and I told him I was very satisfied. He then asked me how he could help me. I am sure he thought I was there to book him for a family portrait or something simple. I told him my husband and I had enjoyed the Glamour Shots so much I would like to take more. He said that would be fine but they were better suited for pictures like that at the Mall outlet. I told him I was hoping for something a bit more revealing. As I did I felt myself blush. Here I was asking an attractive young black man to take pictures of me naked. Anthony never missed a beat he gave me a tour of his studio. Several rooms were set aside as different sets. In the back Studio.a large warehouse type room, there was a huge brass bed covered in a satin coverlet.In the corner was a Soda shop set and in the other a Locker room. He even had a shower set open in the front to his camera. I listened to him explain the equipment and lights and he offered me a portfolio of his work. In the album all of the sets were there and a few more. The pictures by the Brass bed were very tasteful and elegent. They were well done. I was looking and commenting on the pretty women. Many of them appeared to be my age. Some even older. All were stunning. He offered me another book and this one was again tasteful but much more risqué than the first. There were some shots that Anthony called implied Nudes. The ladies were posed in a way that showed they were completely naked but didn't actually expose any thing to private. He handed me yet another album again mostly the same women and a few new ones but this ones was quite erotic by my standards. Playboy style pictures. I was amazed they would not only pose for such pictures but also that they would let Anthony display them. Anthony must have been reading my mind. I told me many of these models were indeed amateurs and were having them done for there husband or boyfriend. He offered discounts to the best models so he could have permission to display there work to customers. The last few images were very erotic. There was a set that looked like a Bar or small stage. A shiny pole was at the center of the picture. The woman was obviously stripping and spinning about the pole. In the reflection of the Mirrors many men could be seen sitting at tables. As I lingered on this picture Anthony pushed out a table with a cutout of 4 men sitting at it laughing and drinking beer. He smiled at me and said in the reflection you can't tell they aren't real. I had to agree. They seemed very real in the picture. Another was a woman sitting on a small single bed. Over her shoulder was a neon sign seen through a window that said HOTEL. across from her was a man in a trench coat and hat leaning on a door frame of what looked like a small bathroom. She had on only stockings and hi heels and Jewelry and was handcuffed by one wrist to the iron bed frame. One was a blonde covered in nothing but fine Gossamer silk. She was completely visible She was laying on the Brass bed on a Satin sheet and her wrists were Bound to the head board with Black silk scarves. To finish off the picture she was blindfolded with another Silk scarf . I must have dwelled on this one to long. Anthony finally broke me from my lost daze. He commented that many women had light bondage fantasies and their husbands usually really enjoyed the pictures. The last on in the book was a pretty woman about my age. She sat in a chair. Her blouse was open and her skirt was bunched up. Her hair was mussed and lipstick smeared just slightly. The last detail was a large black hand resting on her thigh. She looked dreamy and satisfied.

I was a terrible wreck. A week ago I would have pronounced these pictures to be pornographic and been shocked. Now I was sitting there contemplating how I would pose. I chit chatted with Anthony a bit and we discussed pricing. A session included four sets and as many costume changes I wanted in three hours. It also included a professional make over just like at Glamour shots. He had some props and costumes there but recommended I bring my own Lingerie or outfits. I went home after promising him a call.

On the trip home I couldn't help daydreaming about Anthony's sets. I wondered if I would be daring enough to use any of them. I was sure I could manage the big brass bed as long as I had something on. And I loved to work out, so a sexy Leotard on the Locker room set would be ok. But what else? Secretly I imagined myself stripping in a Bar and having men watch me. I knew the men were just Cardboard cutouts but it still made me squirm in my car seat. I did a mental inventory of what I had to wear and realized I had almost nothing as sexy as the pictures I had seen.

When I arrived home I did something else I had never done. I went into my teenage daughters room and looked through her underwear drawer. I wasn't really snooping. I was looking to see if she had anything I could wear. I found a very short silk tank top and a few pairs of Thong panties. I blushed at the thought of them and I also wondered why I had never seen them in the Laundry. I snuck a pair and the silk Tank to my room and slipped out of my cloths. The first thing that came to mind was that my pubic hair would be entirely too full to wear such a tiny pair of panties. I slipped into a hot tub and soaked as I pondered my dilemma. I decided to give myself a bikini trim. As I clipped and then shaved I found it erotic if not down right naughty to be removing my pubic hair. I went further than I thought I could and shaved completely bare. Even my anus was baby smooth when I finished. I got out my lotion and massaged my tender skin. I almost orgasmed just from that. I went to my room and slipped on the pilfered silk tank top and the tiny pair of thong panties. I checked myself out in the full length mirror. My god my tits were clearly discernable and my nipples were rock hard. My little mound was plain to see through the form fitting panties. I turned around and looked at my rear. It was gorgeous. I looked every bit as good as the women in the pictures. I struck a few poses like I had seen in the portfolio and knew at that moment I had to do it. I went a step further and went to my Daughters room again and from her closet I got a tiny denim mini skirt and slipped it over my hips. It was a very tight but it fit. I slipped on a pair of High heels I had from ages ago and took another spin in front of the mirror. My god how many of my friends would practically kill to fit into there daughter's cloths. I was getting excited. I could feel the thong rub both my anus and my now engorged clit. I walked back and forth and posed for myself again. I was a harlot for sure or I at least looked the part for the first time in my life. I stood in front of my mirror and tugged up the skimpy top to expose my breasts. My areole were engorged and my nipples were so hard they were painful. I reached down my hips and tugged the hip straps of the thong up above the hem of the skirt. When I did so it wedged firmly in my pussy and I began to flush and quake through a most intense orgasm. I watched my self as a nearly collapsed in pleasure in front of my full length mirror.

As I regained my composure I recognized the calm and satisfied look on my face as the same as the woman in the picture with the black handon her thigh. She was, as I was now, in the afterglow of satisfying sex. I sat on my bed for a moment and picked up the phone. Anthony answered just as I was about to lose my nerve and I quickly asked him for a date for a sitting. We set up an all day shoot the following week and he asked me if I had any sets in mind. I told him the Locker room one for sure and of course the bedroom with the Brass bed. And then I dived right in and asked for the Bar set. He asked me if I was sure and I said I wasn't but I wanted to try. For the last set I asked fro the sleezy Hotel room set. Anthony was quiet for a minute and then asked if I would be requiring any male models to pose with me. I squeaked and said very quietly yes.

I got off the phone and washed out the thong in the sink and dried it with my hair drier. I quickly put the things back in my daughter's room and dashed down stairs to start dinner. My dress or lack there of bothered my most of the evening and top. In getting ready for bed I wondered if my husband would even notice that I had shaved off all of my pubic hair. Considering what I normally wore it was unlikely. I decided to give him a chance and dug out one of my old worn cover tops from the Gym. It was close enough to a nightie that he may not notice but it was a lot more open and very thin from being laundered many times and very short.

When my husband finished up his work and took a shower I was waiting in our bed for him. He took off his Glasses and jumped in. I rolled over and cuddled up close. He put his arm around me and asked me what this was all about. About that time he discovered the little surprise I was wearing. He began fondling me and when his hand trailed up my leg he figured out that I wasn't wearing panties. I told him it was in honor of me making an appointment for more pictures. This really got his attention. He began asking me all about it. And at the same time he was trying to let the covers slide down so he could see how I looked. I lifted them off for him as I began to answer his questions. His eyes almost bugged out of his head when he saw my glistening smooth pussy. I slipped a hand in his pajama bottoms and wrapped it around his swelling cock. I asked him if it was how I looked or what I was saying. He looked me in the eye and told me it was both. He said he couldn't help but think about the photographer seeing my body. I knew what he meant he was looking right at my hairless pussy. I laughed at him and he said what. I told him I thought he was thinking about a strange man seeing my pussy.

His dick actually twitched in my hand. It was growing bigger and harder with every passing second. It had popped out of the fly of his Pajamas and looked very red and you could almost see it throb with excitement. He told me he had never heard me say that word before. I said what word dear? And he replied pussy. I asked him what he wanted to know about the pictures and he began asking me questions like where will you be? How many people will there be there? How will you pose? Do you think he will actually touch you? I answered coyly to all his questions and was stroking his hard cock at the same time. When I told him I would pose anyway he asked me to he grunted and liquid started seeping out of the head of his dick. I asked him if he wanted another man to touch me when I was naked and he rolled his head back and hissed out a quiet yes. I asked him if he should touch my sweet wet pussy and his head popped up and he just stared at me like a puppy dog. Just then I had a compelling urge to taste the cum leaking from my husband's cock.

I had never done this but I had often wondered what it was like. As my warm mouth engulfed the head he couldn't stand it any longer. He started pumping my mouth full and in surprise, I pulled off and looked at him. He was stiff and his neck muscles were tensed up so tight I was afraid he would hurt himself. I asked as he lay there all fuzzy eyed if I should swallow or spit it out. When he heard me he let out a very guttural groan and began to quake through a tremendous orgasm. He pumped ropes of cum into my face and hair. I felt wonderfully tingly and began pressing my sopping pussy against his knee. I was overcome with pleasure and was racked by an earth shattering orgasm myself.

I ran and took another shower and hopped back in bed. I was sure my husband was asleep so I just cuddled in close. He startled me with a question. When will you do your pictures dear? I answered him on Wednesday afternoon. He told me he loved me very much and hoped we could do things like this again. I made a confession to him right there and told him I enjoyed it as much as he did. Both his being rough the other night and also my teasing him and displaying myself. He told me that on Wednesday night I could tell him all about the pictures. I could even make stuff up if I wanted to make it steamier. I told him I was looking forward to it and promised him I would tell him everything.