Mark could see concern in his girlfriend Catherine’s eyes as they pulled up to a run down, definately sketchy, industrial building in a downtrodden area of the city. At first, Mark wondered if he entered the wrong address into his GPS, but, there next to a metal, windowless door was a sign for “West End Photography”.
A few days earlier, Catherine had lunch with a friend active in the local art scene. She raved about a new photographer who known for erotic, sensual work and was rumored to uncannily capture the internal essence of a person, but was still building his portfolio, so his rates were rediculously low. Intrigued, she told Mark about the photographer that evening. Each had a shared fantasy of not only being watched, but having the moment captured. Although they had roleplayed the fantasy many times, they never actually contemplated going through with it. Neither knew anyone they trusted enough to be their fantasy voyeur photographer. They realized that an opportunity had appeared and were determined to follow though. The sex they had that night, fueled by their fantasy, was hot, dirty, and utterly nasty. Mark contacted the photographer, Fabio, the next day and after discussing what they wanted, set up a photoshoot.
Mark and Catherine were underwhelmed when they stepped into a dingy looking, mostly bare lobby with an unattended desk and the beats of techno coming from a doorway to their left. Catherine looked at Mark with a slight nervous grin and a hint of trepidation on her face, with a quick nod of her head towards the door, set off towards it with an air of hesitation.
They walked down a dimly lit hallway towards another open door and the louder beats of techno music. Cautiously, they peered around the doorframe and looked out at a brightly lit, but large, empty studio with various pieces furniture scattered about; formal dining chairs, recliners, duvets, several beds of different designs and a few couches. The studio was completely walled in but there was no ceiling, just open above to the buildings roof, a full story above. A closed door was centered in a wall across the studio to the left. They entered the studio holding hands, looking around for the photographer Fabio. The music was loud but not overbearing. As they looked around the large room, the closed door suddenly opened. The man that stepped into the room appeared to be about their age, clean shaven with a mop of brown hair and not much taller or heavier than Mark. He was wearing a paint stained and tattered plain grey tee shirt, cargo shorts and flip flops. He flashed a huge grin and shouted “Ciao!” in an accent that sounded a bit un-Italian to Mark. He approached them with a confident stride, hand outstretched to Marks, “I am so happy to see you!” he almost shouted over the din of the music. “Un momento!” he said after shaking Marks hand. He grabbed a remote from an end table and the din of the music decreased drastically.
“You must be Mark and you mio caro, you must be Catherine” he gushed.
“Sorry about that, I wasn’t paying attention to the time. I like to sway to the beat when I get ready for a shoot.” he said. Looking Catherine up and down, he could feel the stirrings in his cock. He thought to himself how much he would love to bring this lioness to heat and watch her writhe in pleasure. Catherine blushed under his lustful gaze, she could feel the stirrings of heat in her loins as her voyeur photographers eyes lingered on her breasts and lower.
“Fine” both Mark and Catherine blurted out. Looking at each other, they started chuckling.
With a hesitation and nervousness in his voice, Mark asked Fabio, “How did you want us to start?”
Fabio took a large step back, raised his hands palm out and formed an L shape with his hands. Squinting with one eye, he looked at the cute couple through the box his hands formed.
“Yes, yes” he murmured. “I can see it, yes. A couple, separated, coming together.” He circled around them, a critical eye appraising the young couple. He stopped in front of them and scanned the studio, and murmured, mostly to himself, “Where to begin, where to start?
Smiling, he said, “Ah!, got it.”
With a quick stride, he made a direct line for a part of the studio with a large canopy bed and an old fashioned clawfoot tub. Walking around bed and past the tub to an area filled with odd, ends and moveable props, he pulled a rolling wall with a window in the center over between the bed and tub.
He walked around the other side of the moving wall and said, “And from here, your voyeur will peek in on you. Yes, it’s all forming now, I can see it.” The excitement was evident in his voice. Coming over to Catherine, he said “And you mio caro, you will be returning home and you’ll prepare yourself for your lover, returning too you. Yes, that is where we start.”
“Did you bring anything special you wanted to wear? Or use?” he asked.
“Yes, I brought my favorite nighty” Catherine replied blushing, her chin lowered. She withdrew a pale white, sheer, short gown with spaghetti straps from a small bag she carried.
Fabio looked it over and said “Yes, yes, this will work nicely.” In his minds eye, he could see her in this, her breasts covered, yet clearly visible through the translucent material
“And I brought, a robe and some boxers” Mark said.
Looking at the couple, Fabio said, “Ok, we’ll start with Catherine first, she’ll be the focus. After a couple of settings, we’ll bring Mark in.”
Taking Catherine by the hand, Fabio led her towards the door he entered from. “There is a changing room and a makeup area in there. There are also some costumes you can wear. Think, you’re returning home from the gym. I’ll take care of everything when you come out.”
Catherine found the dressing room packed with racks of costumes and regular clothes. She sorted through a rack of gym type shorts and tops. Catherine selected a simple white tank top and a pair of red shorts. She slipped out of her shirt and shorts and put them in a bag. She thought for a moment and decided that since this was an erotic shoot and all she brought was her nighty, she’d forgo a bra and her panties. Slipping on the tank top and shorts, she slipped her tennis shoes back on and turned to the door. She was ready.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/l3d0kp/oc_the_photoshoot_part_1_mmf