Picture Perfect
“And, the winner is… number forty two… Jan Richards!” the voice crackled over the tinny sounding public address system. “Congratulations, Jan!” Applause broke out throughout the room and a surprised Janet Richards arose from her seat and made her way to the podium to collect her raffle prize. The charity event’s emcee handed her the basket and Jan thanked her and returned to her table.
Her companions, the girls from the office high-fived the attractive forty-eight year old blonde when she rejoined them and dutifully oohed and ahhed as Jan examined the contents of the basket. A $250 gift certificate to Millicent’s, the trendiest boutique at the mall. A complete session at the spa downtown. Two bottles of fine wine. Two dozen coupons for the tanning beds and booths plus a gift certificate at a beauty salon. And, a glamour photo shoot at Dan D’s photography studio. Not a bad return on a five dollar investment, Jan thought.
After the dinner, the gals split up and headed home. Jan decided to take a shower before bed to save time in the morning. She set the prize basket on her bed, got undressed and entered her bathroom. Before getting into the shower Jan took a moment to examine her self in the full length mirror. Even after having two kids, a messy divorce, single parenthood and a full time job, Jan was pleased at the way she had held up over the years. She never lacked for male companionship when she wanted it. She might be closing in on fifty but Jan remained the stunning woman she always had been. Jan showered and crawled into bed in the buff, her preferred method of sleeping.
The next day after work she went shopping at Millicent’s and bought a new outfit. She made an appointment at the beauty parlor for tanning and to get her hair done Saturday afternoon after a morning that would be spent at the downtown spa. When she called the photography studio, she got a message machine and left her home phone number.
Saturday morning Jan enjoyed a relaxing steam bath, facial beauty treatment and massage before heading off to the salon for the tanning bed and hair styling. When she got home there was a message from Dan D’s photography studio. The pleasant voice, that of a young man in his twenties Jan surmised, advised her that she could come in for her photo session that evening at eight, or she could call and schedule an appointment at her convenience.
Having made no Saturday night plans, Jan changed into her new outfit and left for the studio, arriving just before eight o’clock. There was no receptionist at the desk but a moment later a good looking young man, probably the voice on her message machine Jan thought, entered from a door way behind the reception area.
“Ms. Richards?” he asked politely, “I see you got my message. I’m Dan Duggan.” He held out his hand and Jan took it in a light grasp. “I had to work late tonight so I thought I’d give you a chance to collect your prize instead of waiting for an appointment.”
“Thank you,” Jan replied with a smile. “Coming in tonight does make it easier for me.”
Dan excused himself for a moment and Jan perused the framed photos that lined the walls of the reception room. The young shutterbug appeared to be quite an accomplished photographer. The captions on several denoted awards and prizes won. Dan came back into the room.
“So,” Jan asked curiously, “Exactly what are ‘glamour’ photos, Mr. Duggan?”
“Please, it’s Dan,” he answered. Glamour photos are what we call those types of pictures that make the most of the subject’s inherent beauty. The right angles, the right lighting, the right ambience, the right mood, and voila, glamour!” he finished with a flourish.
“Sounds good,” Jan said. “A gal needs to feel glamorous once in awhile.
“I don’t think that’s a problem for you, Ms. Richards,” Dan replied with a smile. “Would you follow me, please?” He led her through the curtained doorway into the studio. An old fashioned divan sat on a riser in front of a lavish backdrop with expensive mahogany end tables and antique floor lamps. Surrounding the set was a variety of professional lighting equipment and a camera and tripod. Off to the side were a vanity/makeup table, mirror and lights with a full complement of beauty products.
“Feel free to freshen up your lip stick and hair,” Dan told her, “Although you look just fine to me the way you are.” He pointed to a closet along a side wall and said, “If you wish, you may choose a costume for a particular theme you’d like to establish for your photos. There’s everything from medieval Europe royalty to the American West, Roaring Twenties, Golden Age of Hollywood, et cetera. Or you can just wear what you have on.”
“What would you recommend, Dan?” Jan inquired, getting into the spirit of things.
“Well,” he said thoughtfully, “I get a lot of college women and they tend to go for the bathing suits and lingerie type of glamour shoots. Gifts for their boyfriends” He paused then continued, “And either of those would certainly work well for a woman as good looking as you with your figure.” Jan smiled in response to the handsome young photographer’s compliment. “But, I kind of like the outfit you have on. A sharp looking business suit like that has an allure all its own and I think we could take some stunning pictures.”
“You’re the professional, Dan” Jan replied. He directed her to a seat on the divan and started to set the lights. When he was satisfied Dan retreated behind the tripod and snapped some preliminary shots. He talked Jan through various poses as he began to shoot in earnest. “Excellent, Ms. Richards,” he said, ‘You are a natural. Ever done any modeling?”
Jan laughed in response, telling him, “No.”
“Well,” he said, “If you ever consider a career change, let me know.”
After about twenty minutes Dan looked up from the camera and said, “I think we have enough good stuff here to develop a terrific package of photos.” Jan started to rise from the soft crushed velvet of the divan. “Of course, your prize does also entitle you to the optional pictures if you want.”
Jan looked at him questioningly. “Those are the ones that are a bit risque, you know, a little naughty… suggestive.” He paused. “Is that anything you’re interested in for your session?”
“Maybe,” Jan replied lightly. “What would that entail?”
“You could open your jacket, for instance and unbutton the top of your blouse a bit,” Dan explained. Jan complied with his suggestion, unfastening the buttons of her pinstriped suit jacket and the top two buttons of her white satin blouse. Just a hint of her lacy white bra cup was exposed. Dan took a few shots and exclaimed, “Wow! Very nice.”
Jan shifted her position on the divan. “Could you curl your legs up beneath you?” Dan asked. Jan struck a somewhat sultry pose that bared her nylon clad thighs to the camera as her short skirt rode up nearly to her crotch. The young photographer resumed his work. “Now,” he said after completing a batch of shots, “I think a nice naughty one would be from behind as you bend over the end table as if you were retrieving an item from it.”
The middle aged blonde arose and assumed the position Dan had described. She heard the sound of the shutter clicking. The tops of her stockings and the gap between her thighs from behind were now the focal point of the camera’s lens. “If you bend just a bit more, we can capture a brief hint of your panties if you’d like,” Dan explained. Jan leaned forward and the skirt rode up over her shapely buttocks exposing her lacy white panties to Dan’s eye. The slit of her vagina was defined beneath the flimsy material and Dan snapped off a dozen or so more pictures.
“I guess that’s about it, Ms. Richards,” he said, “Unless you’d like some a little racier…” His voice trailed of with a question mark.
“You mean like nude shots?” she asked.
“Yes,” he replied, “But only if you wish.”
“I hadn’t really thought about that,” Jan said. “I’ve never been photographed in the nude before.” She hesitated for a moment and said, “What the hell, this is a once in a lifetime thing and I’m not getting any younger. If nothing else, it’ll give the girls at the office something to talk about when I tell them.”
“I was hoping you would want to do this,” Dan said. “It’s not often I get to shoot someone with a body like yours. The young women who come here for nude photos for their boyfriends are good looking enough for most I guess, but their bodies can’t hold a candle to a woman like you.”
Jan removed her jacket and blouse as Dan started shooting, then she took off her bra allowing her ample bosom to spill forth for the camera. Dan cued her as to poses and the shutter kept clicking and whirring. After five minutes of topless shots, Jan slid out of her skirt for another batch of pictures and then, sitting on the divan she concluded her sexy strip tease by peeling off her stockings and then her panties. Totally naked she rolled around on the divan crossing and uncrossing her legs and sometimes presenting her curvaceous backside to the camera.
Dan removed the camera from the tripod and approached closer as Jan continued cavorting on the divan. He moved around her snapping pictures and encouraged her to touch her breasts and pubis suggestively. Playfully, Jan grabbed his free hand and planted it on her right breast, her stiffened pink nipple pulsing against his warm palm.
Unzipping his pants, Dan joined her on the divan, setting the camera on the table beside them. Jan assisted him in sliding them down over his ankles and then he positioned himself atop her between her wide spread thighs. The older woman moaned when the young photographer entered her to the hilt and began to move in and out of her moistened pussy. She grasped his buttocks in each of her hands and tried to pull him even deeper into her. Dan took each of her thick nipples in turn between his lips and suckled as they fucked. When Jan began to cum he sucked harder and harder as she gave in to the throes of climax.
Her repeated orgasms inspired his and Dan exploded, filling her clenching convulsing pussy with an enormous eruption of boiling sperm as he pounded in and out of her still spasming hole.
It took all of fifteen minutes for the couple to catch their breath. “Not bad for a Saturday night after all,” Jan thought to herself as she collected her clothing and began to dress.
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