3 comments/ 49344 views/ 17 favorites The Lady Shows Her Stuff By: nowunuknow All characters, events, and text in this story are purely fictional, and are created by and the sole property of the author. Contains adult material. * * * While mall shopping for Christmas presents with my friend, I happened to mention that my husband, Alan, had become fascinated with looking at erotic pictures and videos on some of the Internet sites. "He says that he sometimes fantasizes that I am the model in the pictures," I told her. "He's even pushing me these days to shave my pubic hair. Do you think that's what a thirty-something mother of two should be doing?" "I certainly hope so, Olivia," my friend, Judy, replied. "Because I've been shaving my pussy for a couple of years now. You really should try it; it feels great. As for Alan's Internet voyeurism, I think every guy wishes that his wife would be sexier and more daring. That's pretty normal, Olivia, unless he's only turned on by the really hard-core and kinky stuff. What sort of pictures does he look at?" "Oh, you know," I said. "Babes in skimpy bikinis and lingerie, who then strip to full nudity. Alan doesn't go for the really raw stuff. He claims that the hardcore pictures don't reflect the true joys of sex. The models look like they're bored with the whole thing. He says that he appreciates erotica in which women are sincerely enjoying their sexuality, and not faking it for a few bucks from hard-up guys trying to get it off by themselves." "Well, Olivia, I'd say that you're pretty lucky to have a guy who shows that much common sense in his mind and below his belt. I don't think you have a thing to worry about." I said, "What I think is that Alan is bored with me because I'm too uptight about sex, and he's using erotic pictures to stir things up. Last month when I asked him what he wanted for Christmas, he encouraged me to open up and express my inner sexiness by going to a local glamour photographer. He said that he would really appreciate a private album of erotic pictures of me as a gift. Can you imagine?" Judy said, "That sounds like it could be a lot of fun, Olivia. It's too late for Christmas, but why don't you make an album for Alan's birthday next May? A friend of mine once told me about a couple who have a glamour photography business somewhere in California. He's the cameraman, and she was a former centerfold model. My friend went to them when she wanted to make a special gift for her husband. She showed me some of their work, and it's very high quality and sophisticated, less boudoir stuff with fantasy lingerie and more erotic. I'll call her and get their address for you." "What are you suggesting, Judy?" I replied, somewhat astonished at her matter of fact tone of voice. "That I become a model in bikinis or lingerie and stockings?" "Yeah, or maybe even less," she replied, giggling. "I think that you would have fun experiencing what it's like to be a sexy model. You could even make up your own personal centerfold calendar for Alan." "That would certainly be a special gift for Alan, all right, but isn't that be a little too far over the top for a thirty-something suburban mom?" "You know, Olivia," she coaxed. "Ten years from now, you would really treasure a pictorial record of how you looked at the peak of your physical attractiveness. And admit it, babe: cutting loose like that could do your whole life a lot of good. My friend told me that Don and Carole specialize in photographing women who want to express their inner sensuality through erotic photography." "And just what does that last part really consist of?" I rebutted. "Right now, the idea of doing even glamour posing in front of a photographer seems too much over the top for a housewife with school-age kids." "Why should having your picture taken in a bikini or lingerie be so risqué, Olivia, just because we're mothers and a dozen years out of college? Why shouldn't we still have that same kind of adventuresome feeling that we did then? I'll bet that you experimented with some crazy things when you were in school. I remember that once I volunteered for a psych department study on female masturbation." I had to admit that I had done some pretty wild things in my sorority days. Perhaps I had become too conservative and predictable in the process of raising a family. I was still pondering that question when Judy called me a week later with information on Don and Carole Donelli in Carmel, California, on the Monterey Peninsula. I went on-line to their website and learned about their two-day modeling retreat for would-be female erotica models. That was the keyword that distinguished them from all the glamour and boudoir photography sites. In his 'About Us' description, Don wrote that his style emphasized the sensuality and sexiness that comes from within a woman, not through costumes and fantasy settings. His retreat program encouraged a woman to draw out that inner sexy being. The sample images he e-mailed me supported his premise. They were all artistic nudes, not at all pornographic, and the models appeared quite pleased that they were displaying their natural beauty. I decided to take the plunge, and, without telling anyone else, I registered for a retreat the following April. I told Alan that I would be going to a four-day college sorority reunion. He encouraged me to go, assuring me that he and his parents, who live near us, could take care of the kids and the house. The fee for the retreat was not cheap, but that only inspired me to stick on my diet and get in extra workouts at the fitness center, to make it worthwhile. By the time April came, I weighed 126 pounds, my abs were flat, my butt was firm and my breasts were perky once again. The more I prepared for my modeling retreat, the more eager I became to participate. By the time I was on the plane, I had convinced myself that this was an opportunity to make something of myself other than 'the sensible wife and mother.' Like most women who settle into the typical suburban American lifestyle, at times I felt that life was passing me by, and not all of my dreams would ever be fulfilled. I hoped that some of my innermost fantasies might be realized with this bold step. I also speculated on Alan's reaction when he saw the results, wanting the album outcome to be a total surprise. When I landed at San Francisco airport, I impulsively rented a convertible - red, of course - and drove with the top down across the Golden Gate Bridge and the gorgeous Pacific Coast Highway. The feeling it gave me was a rush. Just outside of Carmel, I pulled over and marveled at the vista of the sunlight sparkling on azure blue Pacific Ocean waves that washed with white foam on the rocky shoreline. At that moment, I knew that this trip was going to shed some of my conservative habits. The inviting California sun and gorgeous Monterey Peninsula scenery had infected me with a joy of life, and I was eager for all the new things I would attempt in the next two days. The photographic studio was a former B&B on the outskirts of Carmel. It originally was a Victorian farmhouse, with a large barn behind the house. The innkeepers had converted the barn into hotel rooms and added an in-ground pool, before selling out to Don and Carole. At check in, I learned that there were three other women who had signed up for the retreat. My room had a queen-sized bed, a modest bath and a spectacular view of the Pacific Ocean. After freshening up, I met my hosts, Carole and Don, in the dining room for a light salad luncheon and a glass of wine. I took an immediate liking to them; what's not to like about the quintessential California mod couple: tall, tanned, fit and friendly. They introduced me to my fellow retreaters, who were all around my age and also shared my doubts and timidity about the whole affair. Carole, though, was quite adept in dispelling that feeling of trepidation. Her enthusiasm, the ambience of the place and the friendliness of everyone there erased most of my mental reservations that I was doing a proper thing. Over dessert with a glass of iced tea while sitting near the outdoor pool, Carole explained to us 'models' the plans for the next two days. "The initial activity of our Inner Feelings program is an afternoon indulgence at the Isle of Capri day spa, where each of you will undergo a full makeover, literally from head to toe. There will also be a surprise for each of you there. Following that, we have planned a buffet dinner back here, where you will meet our studio's staff. They are all quite experienced in nude photography and have been with us for three years now. Each photographer will be teamed with a pair of college interns who are graphics arts majors. A team will be assigned to each model for two sessions tomorrow. Two teams will use the indoor studios in the morning, while two will have outdoor shoots. In the afternoon, the teams switch venues. By the end of the day, all four of you will be experienced nude models. Who knows? Perhaps you might begin a new avocation." "By the way," Don interjected. "We do only digital photography here, and you models keep custody of the camera memory chip and all publication rights. That way you are assured complete control of your intimate images. As part of the retreat, our evening session is a workshop where we teach you how to use PC software to create multi-media presentations, with background music, slide transitions, and so on. You'll be very pleased with how professional your editing results will be." "But first comes the makeover to draw out the new you," Don continued. "The goal of this afternoon and evening, ladies, is to get you to feel that you have become different persons from the ones who arrived this morning. Here at Inner Feelings, Carole and I, along with our staff, will work with you to bring out that glamorous, sexy woman that resides inside yourself." "What does this salon makeover consist of?" I asked. Carole smiled enigmatically before replying, "Rather than try to describe it, Olivia, we'll just let you discover for yourself. The makeover plays an important part in the whole program, however, so please go with the flow of the experience, so that you are put in the proper mood." I went with Don and the other women to the day spa, where I was greeted by a very pretty young Asian-American woman, Li An. She was my personal consultant. "Well, Olivia," she said. "Welcome to our spa. We are quite familiar with Don and Carole's retreat, and it is our job to get you into looking and feeling like a sexy new woman." I said, "I'm still not quite certain why I let myself get talked into all this, but the idea of feeling sexy and beautiful does have its appeal. How do we get started?" Li An was sensitive to my trepidation, and she got me into the mood that I presumed Don wanted by starting me off with a relaxing facial, followed by fifteen minutes in the sauna. That, of course, required me to strip until I was completely nude. When I came out of the sauna, she didn't even let me put my robe back on. Rather, she led me into another room which had a table just like those in a doctor's examining room, directing me lie on my back. She said, "As part of the makeover, Olivia, and to get you into a sexier mood, we're going to make you a member of the Shaved Beaver club." Before I could object, she placed my legs in the stirrups, and began clipping the long hairs of my pussy with a small scissors, until only short stubble remained. Then, using a battery-operated rotary shaver, even the stubble vanished. I had to admit that Li An's clipping with the scissors, followed by the tickling sensation of the shaver, got me more than a little aroused. To me, it felt like a cross between a vibrator and having my pussy licked by a lover. When I was completely shaved, Li An had me look at myself in a full-length mirror. I liked my new look: clean, free, and like a young girl again. Li An interrupted my staring by announcing that the next step was to get my summer tan. She took me over to a vertical tanning spray booth, and explained how it worked. After covering my hair with a latex cap, I stepped inside the booth and closed my eyes. All at once, I felt dozens of tiny misting sprays hitting my body. She told me to slowly rotate all the way around to get an even tan, and in a few minutes I emerged. I was given a towel to wipe off the residual moisture, and I looked at myself in the mirror once more. That first look confirmed that the sacrifice of workouts and diet had been worth the effort. I looked gorgeous, if I do say so. My tummy and hips were firm, my legs were slender and my skin now had a honey-gold color, with no tan line anywhere. Even between the cheeks of my derriere, the tanning spray had browned my skin. Li An complimented me on my new tan, and handed me a shorty robe and black thong panties to put on before she took me to a hairdresser's chair in another part of the salon. There, Ronnie, a handsome young man in his twenties, plucked and shaped my eyebrows, applied gray-violet mascara and eyeliner, blusher for my cheeks, and a distinctive shade of lip rouge. As a final touch, he showed me a selection of shoulder-length wigs. After trying on several, with Ronnie's help, I chose a long, around-the-face style in a chestnut/auburn shade. I had always wanted to wear my hair long, casually falling past my shoulders, and now I was making my fantasy come true. "You are looking absolutely stunning, Olivia," said Ronnie. "Li An, what say we pick out a sexy party dress with some great shoes to gild our beautiful lily here?" "I've got just the one for Olivia," she replied, and showed me a very short and slinky black dress with almost no back. "Here, go try this one on. It's your size, since we had your measurements before you arrived. And don't bother with a bra, Olivia. It's cut to show off your cleavage on top." I went behind a screen and took off the robe to put on the dress. It had a single strap that circled the neck and held up the ends of a deeply plunged bodice that displayed the upper fourth of my breasts. An eyelet loop with a tiny pearl button held the two lapels closed, but it could open to expose a lot more of my boobs if I wanted. After I zipped up, the dress clung to every curve of my body, and the skirt barely covered my thighs. It was the sexiest dress that I had ever dared to wear, and I loved it, especially after Ronnie gave me a pair of open-toed slide-in sandals with three-inch spike heels. I felt that with my whole new look - different hair, shaved beaver, tanned body, new facial appearance, and a knockout dress - not even my husband would recognize me. That is when I got it: I had been transformed into a different person, a new me. I really liked myself as I looked in the mirror and twirled around. This was the me that had been waiting to emerge for a long time, I realized. I resolved that I was going to let this new Olivia run free. I didn't know exactly how I was supposed to model in my made-over body, but I promised myself that I would do whatever Don and his assistants directed. I would try my utmost to be the beautiful female image that I wanted captured by their cameras. The other three women looked equally sexy and were just as excited about their makeover results as I was. Cindy, from Ohio I learned, had chosen a blond wig with a shag cut to go with her honey-toned tan. Her party dress was also black, only hers had a diagonally cut hemline with full ruffles, and a strapped bra-like top that barely kept her breasts from popping out. The open vee went down nearly to her belly button. She summed up pretty well what we all were thinking about ourselves when Don drove us back to the retreat. "We are four of the sexiest and hottest babes in North America. Right now, I feel like finding myself an appreciative man and having me stared down from all angles. Don, for the rest of the time here, I want to be as much eye candy for men as I can be." Don laughed and said, "Well, that's what this whole program is all about, Cindy. How about you, Olivia? Feeling the same way?" I agreed whole-heartedly. The makeovers had consumed almost the entire afternoon, and it was around six when we returned to the retreat site, just in time for the dinner, we were told by Carole. Carole said, "Don and I are taking you four to dinner at a nearby restaurant. Afterwards, we'll wind up the evening in our studio great room with some impromptu lounge dancing. I encourage you to mix and mingle with everyone, because that way they can get to better know your particular personality and character. From what we learn, we match up photographers with models." The food and wine were excellent, and the restaurant had a spectacular vista overlooking the Pacific Ocean at sunset. Later, I felt pretty excited being at a social party dressed like I was, and also without my husband. Don and Carole introduced us to their photographers, Greg, Todd, Aaron and Elaine, plus eight college students, four men and four women, who were majoring in graphic arts and interning under Don. Everyone was very friendly and good-looking, and you could tell that each had experience photographing beautiful women. Throughout the evening they were assessing our modeling potential, all the while giving us flattering compliments - nice hair, great figures, great cheekbones, and so on. Todd was especially attentive to me. He mentioned that he thought that I would do well in the outdoor set, because I was slender and graceful and had warm skin tone. I said that I thought that the other three models had nicer bodies for a nude model, with larger breasts and rounder bottoms than I had. Todd said, "Olivia, tits and asses are part of glamour modeling; we are going after erotic art, which means that have to show the camera just how sexy your total being is. So when you pose tomorrow, it's important that you use your inner feelings and project that you are someone special." I said, "I know that I want to do that, but I'm still not certain that I won't freak out when I'm standing in front of a camera in my birthday suit. That's a pretty big leap of inner sexy feelings for me." Todd chuckled and replied, "Almost all of the guests who come to our retreat say words to that effect on their first day, Olivia. And that's normal. What we teach you is something brand new, almost contrary to everything that your parents and peers have told you about your body. But inside everyone is a sexual being, with a personal voice waiting to express itself. That's why we have developed techniques to help bring out that sexual being. Part of that is getting you to feel comfortable with exposing your body. All we ask is that you listen carefully to what your inner feelings are trying to tell you. Don't be afraid of expressing yourself differently from what you have been doing. You will have a great time here as long as you let yourself be the real you." I made a promise to myself that I would try to do whatever was asked of me, and to let my heart and body make the final choice, whenever my rational head told me to back off. I sealed my inner bargain with a large swallow of wine from my glass, and entered into the evening's entertainment. The interns had made a small dance floor at one end of the great room, and Don had created a play list of some good dance music. All the women took turns dancing with the men and I got to show off my moves in my new sexy dress. I especially enjoyed the feeling of dancing with younger men, who flattered my ego by looking at and appreciating my mature body, which was practically naked in that skimpy dress. The wine flowed freely, and I was feeling like a bird let out of a cage. If one of the men had asked me to sleep with him that night, I probably would have agreed. The whole day's experience -- the makeover, having my pussy shaved, my sexy dress and wig, and the prospect of soon being naked in front of a photographer and assistants I barely knew -- had really turned me on. I don't believe that I was the only one who was that eager; I noticed Cindy rubbing her hips and breasts into Greg's body while they danced a slow number. The Lady Shows Her Stuff Before things got carried away, however, Don called a halt to the party, and informed everyone that the next day was going to be a busy one. He announced that we models should sleep in the nude to avoid any panty lines, and come to breakfast in just the terry robe and sandals that were supplied in our rooms. "We begin our shoots tomorrow promptly at 9:15," Don announced. "There will be an hour break for lunch, then the afternoon sessions. We'll be all done by 3:00, so there will be time for touring the city sights, or if you wish, just relax around the pool. After the evening dinner, we'll have the workshop on PC media presentation creation, using your images. It's a busy day, ladies, so get plenty of rest tonight, take a relaxing shower or bath in the morning, and let's all show up at 8:30 sharp for breakfast." I joined some of the others in the lounge/sitting room for a nightcap. When I got back to my room, instead of the usual piece of chocolate, I found a gift-wrapped box with a card lying on my bed. The card said, 'Welcome to Inner Feelings Retreat, Olivia. To better help you enjoy your days here, and make them a unique experience, this gift is our way of encouraging you to let your inner self be indulged and satisfied.' I opened the box, and discovered an assortment of items that, before this retreat, I had only ever fantasized about. There was a collection of sweet-smelling lotions, a battery-operated pussy shaver like the one used on me earlier that day, a bullet-shaped vibrator, small enough to fit into a purse, and a large glass dildo. Needless to say, with the sexual stimulation I had received at the evening get-together, I needed very little encouragement to make use of the vibrator and dildo. After I had masturbated to an orgasm, I was exhausted and fell asleep, content as only a well-satisfied female can feel. I awoke about seven o'clock the next morning, feeling very relaxed and luxurious after sleeping in the nude on satin sheets in a king-sized bed. While in the shower, I wondered how Alan, my husband, had slept while I was away. By himself, I hoped, but he and I had some time ago reached an understanding between ourselves. We both realized that his business travels and my job in public relations would sometimes put us in tempting situations. In college, before we became committed to our relationship, we both were sexually active with several different partners. After marriage, we settled into a mostly monogamous relationship, with a pledge that, if we did occasionally stray, we would not do or disclose anything to hurt the other partner. So I don't know what Alan has done on his business travels and golf trips; and he doesn't know about the two times that I have slept with other men. A typed sheet of paper that spelled out the shooting schedule for the day had been slipped under my door. I was pleased to read that my photographer was going to be Todd, and I would begin with my outdoor session. I put on the light robe, adjusted my new hairpiece on my head, slipped on the sandals, and the new Olivia Knudson confidently walked to the dining room, hungry to eat something for breakfast and eager to begin modeling. I helped myself to the buffet holding fresh fruit, juices, muffins and croissants, and wonderful coffee. By the time I could get my plate and cup back to a table, the others began arriving. We ate our breakfasts as best we could, given all of our excited chatter over our initial nude modeling assignments, how we would do, and so forth. Cindy and Valerie left with Greg and Aaron for the indoor studios, while Jennifer and I went with one of Elaine's interns down a path to a small rocky beach on the resort property. The day was balmy, in the seventies already, and the sun warmed us as we walked down to the site, about a quarter of a mile. The little beach was divided by a white rock outcropping, and I was directed to go left, where Todd was standing near a camera on a tripod. There were two of the college intern trainees as well. That was when I got nervous, knowing that this was a real boundary I was going to have to cross: I was going to be told to take off my robe, and expose myself to a group of people and a camera, which would permanently record the event. Part of me wanted to be the exhibitionist, while another part was holding back. I think that Todd sensed that as he greeted me, smiling reassuringly. "Good morning, Olivia," he said casually. "Looks like a perfect day for a shoot. We're going to have a great time here. I'm very lucky to have such an attractive model to work with this morning. I think we'll begin with some preliminary warm-up shots, and you can keep the robe on. Then after you get the hang of how we work together, we'll go after some keeper images." Todd didn't give me a chance to chicken out. He nodded to one of his interns, who took my hand and led me in front of Todd's camera and smoothed out my hair. Then he and the other intern held up silver fabric sheets to reflect the morning sun onto me. I didn't have a clue how a photographer and model work together. The only times a professional photographer ever took my picture were school graduations and my wedding, and those pictures were decidedly different from the ones Todd was going to take that day. I didn't know what I was supposed to do, so I just stood facing Todd, a question on my face. After Todd was satisfied with the adjustments he had been making with his camera, he looked up at me. I was still looking bewildered, but quickly I began to see the skill of a real pro. Todd made no comment on my stiff posture, but rather engaged me in some idle chit-chat and gentle teasing, until I relaxed and became comfortable with Todd and the two interns looking at me. "So tell me, Olivia," Todd said. "Isn't this beach one of the prettiest you've ever seen? I want you to lean against that rock over there, and just admire the vista. Try to feel how much beauty is all around you, and think how your expression can communicate what you are feeling. Good, that's a good pose. Turn your head just a little away from me. Very nice." I heard the click of the camera, and looked back at Todd. He softly chided me that a good model ignores the camera, and I should concentrate on expressing my feelings. I did as he directed, and soon I was comfortable with where I was and got into moving around on the rock, and taking various positions under Todd's coaching. After about a dozen different poses, Todd announced that he thought I was warmed up and he wanted to get started for real. He directed one of the interns to take my robe and give me a pair of large hoop earrings and a couple of bracelets to wear. I blushed when I took off my robe and handed it to Rob, the intern. He looked me over from top to bottom, and held a small mirror while I attached the gold hoops to my ear lobes. Rob backed away, and Todd began directing me to take a variety of poses. The first two were standing, looking toward the horizon, then with my hands over my head and slouching with my weight on one leg. That one displayed my pussy to the camera. I thought Todd got me into a very pretty pose that had my right leg fully straight and extended, while I knelt on the side of the rock with my left. He had me bend my right arm so that it formed a right angle, with my hand behind my head. At the same time, he had my left arm stretched vertically, so that my arms formed a rectangular frame for my face. The center of the image, though, was my shaved pussy, accentuated by the lines of one straight leg and the other bent, with the knee pointing directly to it. Todd must have liked the pose as well, as he rattled off several shots and shouted with glee. I was completely relaxed for the remainder of the session, following Todd's directions with confidence. I knew that his shots were capturing all parts of my body, but in none of them did he have me displayed in any tasteless or vulgar manner. I thought that the theme of the session was a celebration of the beauty of nature: an unspoiled beach in sunlight, its sole occupant being a nude female, which is part of nature. I no longer had any reservations whatsoever, and Todd could direct me to take whatever artistic or suggestive pose he wished. I felt as sexy as I've ever felt in my life, and I was glad to have others see me with that feeling. Todd took about three dozen shots while I was nude, ranging from just side views to full frontal, even to me sitting down with my legs split and my fingers playing with my vagina. I felt a little disappointment when he called a halt. When I walked away from Todd, to get a drink of bottled water, an intern handed me the robe to put back on. Grinning at him, I said, "I think I'll go like this for a little while longer. Would that bother anyone here?" He smiled and replied, "Not at all, Olivia. I could admire your body all day." He flicked his eyebrows like Grouch Marx. "Perhaps for part of the night, too, sweetheart. Any hope for that?" I hesitated a moment, then smiled and replied, "There's always hope." We broke down the set by the beach, and returned to the resort facilities room for lunch. For the afternoon session, I went to the inside studio, where Todd continued my education in being a nude model. He announced in a matter-of-fact sort of way that he wanted me to skip the boudoir/glamour type of shots in black-and-white, as the printed schedule planned, but rather do two full-nude sets in color instead. I didn't have time to debate the issue, as one of his interns quickly took off my robe. The second intern instructed me to lift up my arms while applied eye makeup and lipstick to my face. After he was satisfied my face looked good, he cupped each of my breasts and rubbed lip gloss on my nipples. Under Todd's directions, the interns also applied makeup to my body to highlight skin. By then, I was so used to being the center of attention while in the nude, that it felt amusingly pleasant to be fondled and touched by young men whom I had just met. For my first session, Todd used a small straight chair made of polished brass, with a red velour seat. It stood on a square of plywood painted glossy white, all of which stood out against the muted tones of backdrop paper hung from a pipe and two poles. There was a boom box playing hot salsa music in the background, and I had a fun time, thanks to Todd encouraging me to act as sexy as I felt, while I played with the chair. Sometimes I was coy behind it; other times I knelt or sat upon it. Todd was clever and expressive with the position of my hands and breasts. Each shot got a little more sexy and explicit. When one looked at the entire set of photos, there was little of me left to the imagination. The shot I liked the best was a full frontal one, where my arms and hands were drafting an inverted triangle pointing at my smooth-shaven pussy. We used a low queen-sized bed as the centerpiece of the second set. It was covered with a white duvet that had rectangles patterned by long red stitches. The reverse side of the duvet, which could be seen wherever Todd had turned over a corner or casually rumpled it, was a washed red print. The overall effect was a study in red, white and flesh tones, with geometric lines formed by the folds of the duvet and the angles and curves of my nude body. Todd coaxed me to imagine myself having an erotic dream, while he and his camera would act the part of a voyeur, secretly spying on my most intimate moment. To set the mood, the boom box played sensual Latin instrumentals. I climbed onto the bed and made a comfortable nest for myself, all the while trying to capture the mood of a woman delving into masturbatory dreams in the privacy of her bedroom. I languidly stretched my limbs and torso in response to sensual thoughts of making love with someone. For the last two days, my body and mind was in an overload of sensual concepts and situations, so it did not take very long before I lost myself in the setting. Afterward, Todd claimed that he needed to give me directions only five or six times in the whole set. All the rest was my own acting out of the scene. In any case, he captured almost twenty poses of me lost in pleasuring myself. I don't remember consciously doing it, but there is a sequence of shots showing me on my knees, grasping the headboard and rubbing the tips of my breasts on the pillow. There are also four or five images of me on my back, with the fingers of right hand playing with my clit, while my left is stroking either my breast or my face. God, I felt turned on by the time he called a break. I noticed that one of the interns had a raging erection when I eventually got up from the bed. I was equally horny and wanted to get fucked at that moment. I was tempted to take him to my room, but he dashed out of the studio before I could approach him. Probably to jerk off in his own room, I thought. His loss. The modeling sessions ended a little before three, and we four women got dressed to go into town with Greg, Elaine and Todd for some conventional sight-seeing. I was surprised how easily and quickly we could switch our persona from sexy models back to our regular patterns, even down to getting embarrassed when the breeze blew our dresses up over our knees. That is when I got it that it is possible to be very sexy when the situation arises, and also to behave as you usually do at other times. I also began to understand that I was a more sensual woman than I had realized, but that would not interfere with other roles my life choices have me play. I saw no reason not to make that day the first day of my sexier life. As a start, I went over to Todd, and held his hand while we walked and window shopped. "Thank you for this morning's shoot," I said to him. "Without your patience and encouragement, I don't think that I would have had the nerve to go completely nude in front of you and your camera. That made my afternoon session with you go so much better." Todd smiled tenderly and replied, "It was entirely my pleasure, Olivia. Well, that's not quite correct. It will be a pleasure for everyone who sees your best shots. You should see some of the images of your afternoon set. They are just terrific. I'm looking forward to tonight's workshop, and helping you start on your presentation." The whole group got together that evening for another casual dinner and the workshop that followed. I wore my new sexy party dress again, only this time I skipped the panties -- just spike heels and dangling earrings as accessories. After dinner, Don and Carole used a pc projection system to show the digital pictures of our photo sessions that the four photographers judged to be the best picks. I was pleased that four of mine made the top ten. With Todd and Rob, his senior intern, giving me suggestions and ideas of sequence, I selected twelve images for a personal calendar to give to Alan as his birthday gift, plus additional ones for two medley presentations. We ripped sound tracks from Don's CD collection, to add audio to the visual media in the collections. During the editing and compilation work, the wine flowed freely, as did the ribald and suggestive comments from both the men and the women each time a new sexy photo was displayed. It was very exciting for me to see images of myself posing in the nude, and to hear compliments from these pros, who have seen dozens of beautiful nudes. There must have been something hidden deep inside me that wanted to come out that night -- something sensual and daring. When it was time for all of us to go back to our rooms, somehow I ended up walking with Carole, and sensed that she wanted to say something to me. I remembered the pledge I had made to myself the previous day: 'let your body and inner self rule over your rational mind.' I decided to go in whatever direction Carole wanted. I said, "Carole, these two days are some of the best I've had in my entire life. In a way, I wish it didn't have to end." "Olivia, Don and I think that you are ready to take your inner feelings to the next level. Your images show that you have that something special in a sensual woman. Don and I would like to have you do one more session before you leave tomorrow. It would be a set of images that capture the joys of a woman celebrating her hetero-sexuality. Would you be up to it? It's your choice; no one is going to push you, and you can select any man that you desire for your partner. Don's idea is that the identity of your posing partner would never be exposed, only parts of his anatomy. The focus would be on you -- your body, of course, but more importantly your sensual feelings during those intimate moments. Would you consider it?" I had to admit to myself that I fantasized about being a hard core porn model the night before, while I masturbated with my dildo. Here was an opportunity to make that dream come true, but it would be a huge step for me. After several seconds, I finally answered Carole's question. "Carole, I want to experience what that would be like. I also want to see images of the female me enjoying all that is pleasurable for her sex. When I get home, I'm not sure that I could ever share them with my husband, Alan, the man I love dearly. It's pretty complicated, even for me, to understand how much I enjoy communicating with a camera that I am a female and all that that entails. That would include the feelings I have when a man fucks me and gives me pleasure. And I don't think it would lessen my love for Alan in any way." I hesitated for a moment. "I would like that man to be Todd, if he would agree." Carole gave me a reassuring hug and expressed her delight in my decision, pledging to set everything up for a shoot in Don's private studio at ten the next morning. After breakfast, I went to the studio. Carole ushered me inside, where Todd was standing next to Don, wearing a white terry robe, as I was. I presumed that he was naked underneath like me as well. I fortified my courage with a glass of wine, and I was ready to be Don's model and do whatever he wanted me to do with Todd as my partner. "This is going to be a wonderful experience, Olivia," Don said. "To get started, take off your robe, and I'll shoot an image string of you alone, to tell the beginning of the story. The first act should set the tone of erotic, yet explicit imagery. Letting Todd see you like that should get him in the right mood for the later shots." I grinned and handed my robe to Carole. Don posed me all sorts of ways, but in a sequence that felt to me almost like foreplay to sex. Each pose was built on the previous one, and they became progressively more suggestive and erotic. I was conscious of Don's coaching directions and the clicks of the camera that was recording all that he and I were doing. But my outer self was simply acting out what my inner self was trying to communicate. My body had committed my mind to this shoot, and I wanted to savor every course of the sexual banquet that was being offered to me. After the initial image string of me alone, nude and arousing myself, Don sensed that I was ready to move on to the next act. I was thrilled when I heard him direct Todd to toss off his robe and join the set with me. It was a boudoir scene, featuring a lounging love seat, throw pillows, and a small table with a vase of flowers. Todd walked over and stood next to me. I was reclining on the loveseat, in the classic odalisque frontal nude pose. We looked at each other, both of us admiring and lusting at our naked bodies. I could see the sexual excitement in his eyes as I looked into his, and smiled, trying to tell him that I was ready to go as far as he wished. Don directed Todd and me through a series of shots in which I fondled Todd's cock, and then sucked it to full rigid arousal. That was followed by shots of me sitting backwards on Todd's lap. My frontal nudity hid Todd's face, but his cock buried in my pussy was in the foreground of the shots. Todd's erection showed he was definitely aroused, and the later images graphically captured my very real orgasm. It was as intense as any I had ever experienced, and was soon echoed by a second and a tiny third. We concluded with Todd fucking me doggie style, and Don taking some shots with Todd's ass in the foreground and his hard cock deep in my pussy. He also went around to the other side of the loveseat to take some of my face. It was backdropped by Todd's torso, and eloquently communicated the heights of my sensual pleasures. The final shot was of our bodies lying entwined on the floor, exhausted but satisfied. The Lady Shows Her Stuff Don and Carole worked over the lunch hour while the rest of us ate. Afterwards, they took Todd and me aside and showed us their first cut at our erotic session. There have been several times when I have been jolted with a deep emotional feeling after seeing a moment of time frozen in a truly artistic still picture. Images can communicate deep, personal expressions across a wide range of emotions; Don's made me cry with their beauty and depth. I felt very proud that I played a vital part in showing nude male and female bodies fully exposed, reveling in sexual pleasure. The pictures could have been pornographic, making the viewer feel like an intruder upon a vulgar scene. Somehow these images made you feel as if your own spirit had been uplifted by the visual beauty of naked human bodies and the sensuality of the sex act. One of those bodies was mine, and I was proud that the sexual pleasure that I had been feeling at that moment was so vividly captured and expressed with Don's camera artistry. I wept tears of joy over the wonderful work that Don, Todd and I did that morning. I returned from California with a much different outlook on life in general, and my own in particular. Alan met me at the airport, and while we were waiting at the baggage claim area, he commented on my tan and new makeup. I said, "Well, as part of the reunion activities, some of us indulged ourselves at a fabulous day spa nearby. You're only seeing the public new me, darling. When we get home, let's take a shower together, and you can see the rest of my makeover." It was worth the price of the trip just to see the look on Alan's face after what I said registered. I recalled a similar look when we were on our honeymoon. In some ways, my homecoming was like a second honeymoon, only Alan and I first had to focus on our kids. We went out to dinner with them early that evening, and they oblingly agreed to get to bed early. Afterwards, Alan and I took that shower, and he roared with delight at his first sight of my shaved pussy and all-over tan. I hadn't counted on the added benefit that clean pussy lips were like an aphrodisiac to Alan. For two weeks I worked hard on my pc, editing the final draft of my collection of images for Alan's birthday gift. I decided to divide the total collection into three separate audio-visual presentations: the outdoor shoot; the studio nude art; and Don's joy of sex. I met the deadline, and was ready to present Alan's special birthday gift. I had arranged for the kids to spend an overnight with their grandparents, so that just the two of us could cuddle on the couch with a bottle of champagne, after a special dinner out. When we were settled, I finally confided to him that I had indulged in an erotic photo shoot, but did not go into all the details of what I did those two days. I told him of my retreat in Carmel, and how the experience had made me grow as a woman. But rather than attempt to explain in what ways I had grown, I preferred to let my images speak for themselves. I began with the presentation that contained the best of Todd's outdoor shoot. Then moving on -- after more champagne -- I showed Alan the presentation that featured my studio nude art. I deliberately refrained from sharing the set from Don's studio, deciding to wait to see his reactions to the 'mild ones.' I needed to assure myself that Alan fully and completely understood how my modeling experience had elevated my sensuality. Also, I was apprehensive on how he would respond to being married to a woman with such an appetite for sexual pleasures that she could include an extra-marital tryst. My concerns about Alan's reactions to my posing nude were completely groundless, which made me love him even more. He was thrilled with my fully nude images, demanding that we study each set like it was a room in an art museum. We went through the pictures slowly and deliberately, and he often remarked how beautiful I looked, and how exciting it was for him to know that his woman could communicate so much sensuality. I was so grateful that he recognized that I had experienced an epiphany, and that he understood he was married to a different woman from the one of years past. We finished off the bottle of champagne in the bedroom, but that was an hour later, after making love like never before. For the next month, Alan regularly demanded to see re-runs of the first two presentations, along with the unselected images in the entire collection. Entire, that is, except for those in the final set of Todd and me. I was still uncertain whether he could accept viewing my enjoying sex with another man. If he couldn't, I realized, what terrible consequences there would be to our entire family after that revelation. That collection had to remain my private domain until I was absolutely certain Alan would understand. As for the images that I did share with him, he truly enjoyed seeing how a skilled photographer could capture not only the external physical beauty of my body, but also that elusive inner self, the soul of my life and being. For several weeks, in the evenings, after getting the kids asleep and we were feeling that urge, in our bedroom we would sample about a dozen of my images, using my laptop. It was visual foreplay, in a way. During one of those evenings, while looking at the work of Todd and me, Alan expressed what he appreciated about my erotic art. "Darling," he said. "Humans are definitely sexual animals, but we also have something else inside. It is when that something else enters into the process that we humans elevate ourselves beyond our animal nature. At those times we are no longer trying to simply satisfy sexual urges, but are trying to communicate sensually beautiful ideas. Our bodies go beyond the mere physical capability of reproducing; they become both vessels of love and instruments with which to express that love to a partner. Thank you, Olivia, from the bottom of my heart, for teaching me that through these pictures." That was the moment that I understood that he, too, got it, just like I did that morning in the day spa in Carmel. Now, I knew that we both understood how humans are so much more than animals that merely satisfy physical needs. We mate for reasons that transcend creating still more humans to insure that the species survives. Our appreciation of our bodies' sexual attributes can extend far beyond carnal lust and gratification. At that moment, I was confident that Alan and I were one in that spirit, since we both believed in the power of using and appreciating our bodies as art. His life, like mine, was nourished through my body expressing my feelings of beauty, love, and sharing. I no longer had to hide from him a vital part of my new world. Tears of joy fell down my cheeks. I touched his handsome face and offered all of myself to the one man I loved. "My dearest husband and lover, I have another surprise for you. There is one more set of images that were taken of me at Don and Carole's retreat. I needed just the right time for sharing them with you. I think that time is now. and I want to show them to you."