The Shoot

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It is always like this, she stays last. Not because she loses track of time. No. There is just not a lot to go home to. A long time ago her husband and her agreed to stay together until the youngest of their three children turned eighteen. When that day had finally come they got divorced and now this is her, alone. The day of the divorce she didn’t even feel sad, she felt it was a logical next step in their lives Just like it was to get married, just like it was deciding to have children. A natural progression of her life’s story. She had looked forward to it. She had made herself believe that a whole new world would open up, that she’d travel and meet new people, get new hobbies and discover new interests, but as so many things in life, that didn’t really turn out to be true. And thus she lives alone. And as she lived alone she got more and more needy. It started out modestly, a couple of months after the divorce, when she laid in bed and felt the urge to be naughty. From that moment on she continued pleasuring herself periodically, and she got better at it too. Then she started taking care of her body more. She dieted and lost some weight. Her make-up skills improved as well. There’s a difference between being able to put on lipstick and eyeliner, or really putting effort in it. That takes years to get good at. But she loved it. She had the time to practice and her efforts paid off. When going out she made sure to look really pretty and steal the show when she entered the room. One morning when she was taking a shower she took up her razor to shave her legs. Feeling a little frisky she looked at the hair between her legs and wondered if she should do it. She decided to try just a little and put the razor on her lower stomach. One stroke after the other she shaved her pubic hair away. She kept to her bikini-line as she didn’t feel confident enough to try and shave her lips. Coming out of the shower she inspected herself. With the weight she lost her bum started sticking out nicely and when she turned and looked at her breasts and stomach she noticed that with her new, more narrow, strip of hair below it actually made her look even more slender. She got so turned on from looking at herself that she sat down on the side of the bath and spread her legs. She ran her fingers over her hairy lips and through the hair she had left above her pussy. She rubbed herself more and more intense in the area where she loves it most and started to feel that familiar pleasure. Getting hornier and more daring she stopped and reached for the razor in her shower. She wanted to feel what it was like to be completely bald there again. Wetting her pussy she put the razor to it and got rid of all the hair on her lips. It felt so good. She loved the look, seeing her smooth pink bald treasure with the strip of long hair towering above it her thoughts turned back to where she had left them a minute before and she continued pleasuring herself. “I did something impulsive this morning,” she said to Lisa. Lisa was her best friend. There was a big age difference between her and Becky. Lisa was only twenty-two, a good friend of her oldest son. Becky had known her for years and they grew closer together during Becky’s divorce, when Lisa had been so supportive. Lisa had hosted the party and now it were just the two of them who were left, sitting in the sofa, sipping more wine than good for them. “Tell me,” Lisa replied. She took another sip of her glass and whispered, “I shaved down there.” “Down where?” Lisa asked, knowing full well what Becky meant. “You know…” “Oh, really? That’s pretty naughty!” Lisa exclaimed. “And I absolutely love it too. I should’ve done it a lot sooner. It feels totally great and makes me look younger and more slim as well.” Becky couldn’t help being excited about her new look. “You know what?” Lisa said. “Maybe you should model for me! You look stunning and you know it. I bet we could get some really nice photos of you.” “Model for you? You mean naked? I don’t know, why would I do that? It’s not like I’m seeing someone who’d like to look at photos of me,” Becky stammered. Lisa calmed her down and explained, “It is up to you Becky. But I’ve seen you put more and more effort into looking good. I think you would appreciate a nice photo shoot to see yourself from another point of view. You don’t have to be naked, but we’ll do some casual shots and go from there. If you feel good we’ll do a bit more artistic ones as well.” Becky agreed to have some photos taken. In her conversation with Lisa she’d already started to warm up to the idea. The two women decided to meet again the next day in the late afternoon, when the sunlight would be warmest. They hugged as they said goodbye and kissed each other on the cheek but it seemed as if their lips almost touched. Something felt odd about the way they said good bye. Lisa looked in Becky’s eyes and seemed to wink. Becky couldn’t really tell exactly what she was feeling. She was confused, though intrigued. Becky slept in the next day. When she woke up she couldn’t believe that she had agreed to having her photos taken. It must have been the wine talking, she thought. Still, she wasn’t going to back down. She couldn’t deny that the idea of having Lisa really güvenilir bahis focus on her body was exciting. Maybe too exciting for a straight woman. This puzzled her as well. The hug and kiss good bye last night seemed to last for ages, as if she was caught in a moment she couldn’t get out of. She had been thinking of Lisa a lot, wondering if she felt the connection as well. She dozed off for a second thinking about her best friend and when she snapped back out of it she was surprised her hands were tucked between her legs. Her stretched fingers stroked the inside of her thighs, up and down with two fingers firmly on her lips. She felt ashamed. Were her feelings for Lisa that strong? Or was it because she hadn’t made love since the divorce? Was she just going through a horny period? She decided that was probably it. She was feeling frisky and had been for a while already. After breakfast she started thinking of what to wear during the photo shoot. She picked a plaid loose dark grey skirt that reached to just above her knees. It had the right amount of innocence and was still very stylish. The top proved a more difficult choice. She liked wearing shirts but a light shirt on a plaid skirt would make her look like a school girl. Rummaging through her closet she found something she hadn’t worn in years. A tight black sleeveless top with a satin-like shine and red art-nouveau style flowers embroidered along some edges. The top was narrow around the neck with two rows of seventeen decorative buttons, each starting at her collar bones going diagonally down over her breasts to her sides and joining each other again at the hem on the back. The two sides of the top were joined together by loops that go around the buttons. The loops were made so that the edges of the top wouldn’t fit snug together. A narrow gap was left, curiously showing a bit of what’s underneath. She tried on the skirt and top and congratulated herself with how she looked. The one thing she wasn’t happy with was with the bra she was wearing under the top. Because the top didn’t fully close over her breasts you had to be wearing a nice bra, something seductive. She didn’t really have pretty lingerie. She had never really needed it. Also the fact that she had never really shaved kind of limited her choice in knickers. Now that she had given herself a completely clean look down there she could see how she could wear the more risqué underwear without looking like a fool. This gave her an idea. She’d go out and buy new lingerie. Even if she’d wear it just for this photo shoot, it’d still be worth it. She felt great after seeing her in her uniform. With her new looks and the adventure coming up that night she thought she should just enjoy the experience of going out and buying something sexy. She drove to a shop she knew of that sold more daring and frivolous lingerie, nothing you would find in your regular mall’s lingerie store. A proper lingerie store you could say, with a personal assistant and if you’d ask for it, a glass of champagne. You had to feel good of course, and if you weren’t sure whether to take the garter-belt or not, another glass of champagne could help you decide. The store was appropriately lit to invoke an intimate feel. Becky started looking around and touched various bras and knickers. They felt much more delicate than the ones she was used to wearing. These felt really classy. Thin, a lot of lace, more subtle colours, hardly any of the bras had padding inserted either. She chose two sets and handed them to the girl in the store. “Are these the right size?” “I think so,” Becky answered. “Okay, if it is fine with you I will check when you’re wearing it,” the assistant said politely. Becky followed the girl through the shop to the fitting area. The assistant showed her to an empty room and pulled the curtain. The fitting rooms were in a circle joining a common room in the middle. There were no mirrors in the fitting rooms themselves, only in the circular common room where the shop had chosen to put up mirrors between each fitting room door. This made Becky a bit uncomfortable. The curtain was already way too sheer in her opinion and they were forcing you out of your room to go parade in the big room. Just as she had undone her shirt a young woman walked out of the room next to her and started twisting and turning, inspecting herself in the mirror between their two doors. She was maybe twenty-six years old with dark skin, wearing a red set. The high-cut thong she wore really accentuated her cheeks. As she turned Becky could see she too shaved completely. Below the extremely sheer piece of fabric she could discern no hair and clearly saw the top of the woman’s smooth lips peeking through. Her stomach was toned with a narrow belly button in the middle. Her firm breasts were held up in a red quarter-cup bra, with her dark nipples proudly sticking out. Becky’s jaw almost hit the floor, she was amazed by the beauty of this dark girl. She didn’t even feel ashamed staring at her. The shop assistant passed by and moved her hand over her back, over her ass and quickly checked how the thong fit, adjusting it between her cheeks. Then, to Becky’s surprise she turned the girl around and moved gently over her boobs, güvenilir bahis siteleri propping up her nipples some more, shifting the cup under her breasts a bit. The girl didn’t mind and let the assistant do her thing. “Perfect for you. You look astonishing,” the shop assistant noticed. “I’ll take it, and the briefs as well,” the girl answered. She disappeared back into her room to get dressed. “Mmm,” Becky thought. “What a show. That was beautiful.” Slightly surprised with her own thoughts she remembered how she spent a day thinking about Lisa after their kiss goodbye the other night. This was the second time today she fantasised about another woman. She shrugged and came to terms with the fact that she shouldn’t be ashamed of appreciating the female physique. Becky checked if she was clean and stepped into her thong. This one was black and sheer in front, with some black lines going criss-cross over her venus hill. The black lines would then become not one but two thin waist-bands joining again between her cheeks. In the front these black lines would create panels of lace.The lowest panel was missing and created a naughty peekaboo effect over the start of her pussy’s lips. She felt her smooth skin through it and touched the tip of softer skin. “Interesting,” she thought. The bra was the same style with the sheer panels separated by black lines, each cup had two sections missing showing some of her breasts’ skin. It fit her great. She turned around in it but without mirrors in her fitting room she couldn’t see the whole picture. She wasn’t completely sure if she looked good in it. It was something she’d never worn before, never this delicate or sensual. “When in doubt, do the courageous thing,” she said to herself and stepped out of her little room to have a look at herself in the mirrors. She was surprised with how sexy she looked in it. Stronger even, she loved herself. Turning around she looked at her ass and bent forward a little to better see the piece of black string flow between her cheeks. The thong was so thin it didn’t completely cover her asshole. “Woah,” she murmured, “That’s pretty special.” She wasn’t used to wearing thongs but after a couple of minutes she’d forgotten about the strange feeling. Seeing her ass like this even turned her on and she couldn’t wait to try on the other set still waiting for her. “That one’s a rather daring set!” the shop assistant said as she walked up to Becky to inspect her closer. “Ahh, yes,” Becky replied, “I don’t know if it’s for me though. It’s more revealing than what I’m used to.” The girl stood right in front of her and held Becky by the waist, then she smoothly squatted down and looked straight at Becky’s knickers. She quickly, casually, tucked her fingers behind Becky’s thong and pulled it down a little more, showing more of her new look. Becky could feel the girl’s pastel-green fingernails on her lips for a moment, firing a jolt of electricity through her body. “Well,” the young girl said asserted positively, “you have nothing to worry about. You’re looking pretty good here in my opinion.” She got back up, and with her mouth slightly opened she looked at Becky and winked. Becky, surprised with the girl’s candidness, could only stare at the girl’s lips, painted in the same pastel-green as her nails and stammer, “Uhh, thank you.” With that, the girl swung around Becky, patted her on her naked bum and danced to another woman who was looking for her advice. Back inside her fitting room Becky quickly took off the thong, afraid that she’d be staining it. She rummaged through her purse looking for a tissue and cleaned herself up. The sight of seeing herself in such sexy lingerie got her horny. Not to mention the girl touching her! She wasn’t even sure if she could try on the other set still. She looked at the other ensemble and decided to go for it. She held the knickers out in front of her. They seemed more casual than the ones she had just tried on, without open panels or anything fancy. The colour was dark blue, but still very sheer, with some floral embroidery on them. This was more her style. The waist-band was a little wider, a bit more Brazilian-like. Though from the back to the triangular piece in front it was just like the previous one, nothing but a thin string. As she stepped into her undies and pulled them up, she realised what made these special. These knickers’ waistband came higher than the g-string she had tried on a minute ago, but the front piece that’s supposed to be covering her wasn’t much wider than the waistband. It started narrow from the top and went on to only just cover her lips, making for a “high cut” impression. She looked behind her and saw the string disappear between her cheeks. She grabber her ass and nodded in approval. Next up was the bra. It seemed like thin was the theme this little set was going for because the cups seemed smaller than normal. She pulled up the bra straps and saw the top of her nipples peeking above the cups’ lace lining.. “Mmm, interesting,” she thought again, not being put off by the look of it. Now she needed to see herself in the mirror and with her nipples exposed she walked out of the fitting room. “Very pretty!” the assistant cheered. She twisted Becky iddaa siteleri around and held her by the waist. “You should get this one. I think it looks better on you than the one you tried on first,” she said. “What about my breasts? Should the bra fit like this?” “Yes,” replied the young girl. “This bra is a model that sits between a quarter- and demi-cup. The top part of your aureolas will show. It’s perfect for wearing under low boat-cut tops for instance or dress shirts. It lets you undo that one button extra, without showing any bra.” “I do wear a lot of shirts,” Becky answered. “Yes, you have convinced me. I’ll take this set.” “Excellent. You look absolutely stunning in it Would you like to me to fetch the garters as well? See how you look in those?” the assistant asked cunningly. “Garters?” Becky exclaimed. “Oh, I-I don’t know. I’ve never…” she stammered. “Let me show you. It’ll be great.” the girl quickly said. Before Becky could retort the girl had dashed off to get the garter belt. “If you don’t mind I’ll help you put it on,” she said when she returned. Holding the garters and a new pack of stockings. “Alright, I suppose,” replied Becky, as the girl guided her back into the fitting room. The girl flung her long hair to one side and squatted in front of Becky. Her short dress rode up a good bit, revealing what she had chosen to wear that day. Through the little sheer piece of fabric Becky could make out the girl’s puffy lips and well-groomed bit of hair, starting about half an inch above where her outer lips joined. “Turn around for me please,” the girl asked politely. Becky did as she was told and she felt the girl fasten the garter belt on her back. It fit snugly. Two straps ran over Becky’s round cheeks and two over her thighs in front. She looked down and felt incredibly sexy. “Okay, now turn around again, miss.” Becky turned and faced the young assistant again. Still squatting wide, the girl tugged on the two straps running over Becky’s thighs and nodded affirmatively. She then moved her hands to Becky’s hips and tucked her fingers under the g-string’s waistband pulling gently. Becky’s eyebrows rose and she froze. The girl looked up at her from below and smiled. “You should wear the knickers over the straps. It’s more convenient. Can I?” she said skittishly. Becky said nothing and held her breath. She looked down and felt the g-string slide off. “You look very good,” the girl assured her. She winked at Becky who still stood perplexed. The candid girl opened the pack of nylons and made Becky step into the first one. The feeling of the nylon being pulled up over calves and thighs felt incredible. She could hardly stand up in excitement. Among the feeling of being in shock, baffled by the assistant’s shamelessness and embarrassment, Becky felt surprisingly aroused. The second stocking got pulled up and the clamps fastened on her thigh and buttons. The fresh, steady hands of the young girl down below, touching her inner thighs and ass as she stood tall above her made her feel horny. Someone so pretty and so young, serving her this close to her uncovered pussy, handling carefully as to not inadvertently touch her lips gave Becky as sense of dominance. “There, all done,” the girl said, as she reached for the g-string. “Maybe try the briefs,” Becky said, “They will look good too.” With her briefs on she walked outside and inspect herself again in the mirror. She looked like an escort girl. But she also looked incredibly hot. Her mind was made up and she’d go for the whole set, stockings included. Becky got dressed again and made her way to the front of the intimate shop and paid for the lingerie. She felt in heaven when she walked out of the store holding the bag. Off to the car and then back home. She still had to try on the lingerie with the outfit she’d already chosen earlier that day. When the clock struck four in the afternoon she slipped into her lingerie again. She decided to wear the briefs. The back of the briefs had a wide gap exposing her bum. It was nothing more than waistband and some coverage at the bottom. Rather cheeky. She put on her gray plaid skirt and checked if the hem fell low enough to conceal that she was wearing stockings. Next she started buttoning up the many little buttons of the tight top. The bra she had bought was so low in fact that it didn’t show at all through the seams except for very low on her breasts. It made her look as if she was wearing nothing at all. That wasn’t the initial idea but she liked it nonetheless. “Alright, hottie,” she congratulated herself as she inspected her body in the bedroom mirror, “Time to head over to Lisa’s.” She almost tip-toed to her car and secretly hoped nobody saw her. They wouldn’t believe their eyes. Becky would never go out in such heels, wearing a skirt that short. She couldn’t imagine what the neighbours would say about her. When she got into the car she took off her heels and started driving. Her skirt immediately rode up to reveal the top of her stockings. She thought it was sexy, the way she was sitting there. After a short while she drove up Lisa’s street and checked herself in the mirror. Maybe she’d need to touch up her make-up before the photos get taken but she didn’t worry about it. Lisa had a large enough make-up collection to use. Becky put on her shoes, got out of the car and walked up to Lisa’s front door. “Well, wow! Look at you! You look great! I didn’t even know you had such shoes!” Lisa cried out as she opened the door.

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