I had my degree, and a start on a good career, and yet I went back to college to enhance my skills. I returned from a six week assignment, a photo safari in Africa, and headed right into the "classroom" for Photography 201. I did well with the camera on wildlife and landscapes, but I felt I had much to learn about the photography of the human. So during that last semester I studied the art of the portrait and the less structured anonymous-person-wandering-the-world photographs. That was Photography 201. 202 was the female form on camera. We got to pack pixels into a camera that captured, we hoped, the universal beauty of women.
Fifteen of us, guys and gals and some whatever, were arrayed in chairs in a semi-circle around the slightly raised wood platform upon which rested a tall stool. Angela had taught 201 and we were happy she was doing 202 as well. She was straight forward and possessed a wealth of information that she was not reluctant to share. Her teaching style left us comfortable because she was able to present the information we needed without losing us or boring us. For the first session she went over our equipment. She gave us the option of choosing a lens, but first she gave her recommendation. She suggested we begin with 100mm portrait lenses because it was familiar, and then move on from there. Then she explained her choice of lighting and demonstrated how we could match our exposures to the Kelvin rating of the lights while keeping white balance and gray balance so our photo's colors would match the model's. We locked in the appropriate iso and made sure we had fresh batteries and spare sd cards in case we got carried away.
This critical information revealed, she introduced our model.
"Folks, allow me to introduce Julie. She will be our model for this semester. We are going to capture images initially that we will download to your laptops and I will review your images and offer suggestions if you have missed your goals. We will start with facial images, so feel free to move around her to get the different angles. For this, unlike the portraits we shot in the last semester, this will have no structure. Use your artist eye and your imagination and see what of interest you can create. These efforts will not be graded. I need to know where you are and how you see. You will deal with shadow and light and most importantly I want you to assess our model and maximize what she brings to this equation. Julie is experienced and she has an amazing ability to reveal emotion, humor, anger, quizzical, flirty, sexual, and the whole range of a human face. You will begin by shooting at 1/100 shutter speed, which will capture an image that only exists for 1/100 of a second. You will catch or miss an image, just like that. When we get to editing you can delete the mistakes and the less interesting. Unlike the old days of photographic film, this costs you nothing.
You never miss an image if you pressed the button at just the correct time and you will miss the rest if you don't. My advice is don't miss a shot because you did not press the button. Press the damn button."
Julie came into the room wearing a thick white cotton bathrobe. She was smiling, after she had climbed aboard the stool, and I was struck by her beauty. Not the Hollywood plastic look, and she had not tried to paint another woman's face onto hers; she seemed on first impression to be very real and very real pretty. Long raven black hair, pulled back into a pony tail. A smile to die for. Sparkle in her eyes. And as 15 people tried to capture the moods she presented and maneuvered to get the angles they wanted, I backed up, put on a longer lens, and caught her and her circle of photographers in my shots.
I worked the periphery for a while, noting that not only did we have a model but also the gaggle of camera poking photographers that made the scene seem much like reporters haranguing a scandal ridden politician, where the folks trying to catch a guilty or angry face also became the subject itself.
As our frenzy began to abate, I snuck in closer to get my share of close ups and when I noted how the warm sunlight pouring through the window backlit her head and highlighted those few stray hairs that had escaped the pony tail I tried both over and underexposing for that just to see what I could get.
Julie came back from grabbing a quick sip from her water bottle and as she settled in on her stool she loosened the knot in the belt at her waist. Angela positioned her so the sunlight from the window landed on her left side.
"Thank you Julie. Now can we have one shoulder, the left one please?"
Julie shrugged the white cotton robe off her left shoulder and part way down her arm. I don't think anyone missed the flash of her left tit. She casually tugged up her robe to restore integrity. The sunlight fell upon the lightly tanned flawless skin of her neck and shoulder. She had a lovely notch above her clavicle. Her cheek glowed in the warm light. She adopted the slightly closed eyes that did not stare into the camera, as of she was lost in some thought. It was very attractive. We each took 25 frames and then rotated until all had a chance.
Angela called a halt and we returned to our seats and after quickly reviewing our own photographs and culling the mistakes we handed the memory cards to Angela so she could project them to be viewed and critiqued by the class.
As expected, the shots taken from angles different from the portrait straight on and profile straight on as we learned in 201 were often more interesting. Thus a lesson was learned. The few who caught the lighting right had good images. Angela pointed out these. I was the only one to include the mob of photographers with the model, and by playing with depth of field I actually got some good stuff, which Angela pointed out as well.
Then it was time for more camera work. Angela positioned Julie on the stool again, only this time the robe was open, hiding her breasts but it fell away from her body below that, revealing her narrow waist and the slight swell of her hips. A brief view of her pussy greeted us until she crossed her legs.
"All right people. For this let's do five of you at a time so we don't trip over each other. These five first."
That wasn't me, so I watched how the other students chose their angles because that suggested what they were seeing and what they tried to capture. And I studied Julie, which was not hard work. I was looking for ideas on how to capture what I was seeing. I eventually joined the last group of five and we all grabbed our shots. Then we broke to review our work. As expected, different photographers saw Julie differently so the images varied, some more interesting than others.
For the last session of the day Angela had Julie hop off the stool to lose the robe and after we spread a thick blanket on the raised platform and Julie took a short and very distracting list of poses that eventually flashed her parts and effectively revealed them. She lay on her side, elbow supporting her with her hand cupping her head. Then on her back, one knee raised but successfully folded over to maintain some modesty. Angela directed her poses and head positions and her facial expressions.
"OK, Julie.....you are in love. Let's see you wake up as your lover comes into the room. Photographers, you are her lover. Let's all see what you see."
Julie lay on her back, one hand behind her head and the other arm across her breasts. The left thigh still leaned over to obscure her pussy. She feigned sleep. We photographed her lithe body, and that serene face lost in dreams. Angela spoke.
"Honey.....I'm home."
Julie's eyes opened slowly and then opened wide. The smile broke out.
"Baby!!......I've been dreaming about you."
Her hand came out from behind her head. It reached out as if to take a hand. Her smile went sly and her eyes sparkled, while the free hand raised in a hug me gesture which exposed those great breasts to the warm light from the window. She pretended to hug someone and her legs spread and her knees raised and the view became remarkable. Her pussy was slightly puffy, her clit prominent, and she glistened as excess lube seeped out.
"Oh gawd, I want you."
One of her hands wandered down and lightly brushed along her slit. Camera shutters clicked and we shuffled around seeking the best angles. When we finished and reviewed the shots, Julie watched this time, with interest.
The following week's class was set in the backyard of a home on the edge of town. Very private with a large swimming pool, it was a perfect set for more photography. We car pooled to get there. I drove my Jeep with two of the guys in the class who had become friends. All fifteen showed, along with Angela and Julie.
I know you folks need to go to work in the morning so I shall quickly sum up this session so we can get on with this in a timely fashion. Let's just say that we had the opportunity to photograph an exceptionally beautiful and cooperative young woman as she wandered about a lovely landscaped back yard with a natural appearing swimming pool. Julie was naked from the beginning and we took photos of her on the deck, the diving board, the steps in the shallow end and the ladder at the other. I particularly enjoyed Julie as she floated on her back in perfectly still water with only two nipples poking above the water. Her face and two perfect erect nipples poking out of the water. Twas a great photograph.
I sported a sizable hard on through this entire ordeal. I was not alone. In fact I caught Julie checking out a few of the others. The etiology of those boners walked around completely nude, and we photographed every square inch of her body.
Julie was very fit, with a ribbed abdomen and nice muscle tone. Her bikini tan lines confirmed that she liked a thong bottom and skimpy top, with alabaster breast skin contrasting with her tan elsewhere. She had perfect handful-and-a-half breasts sited high, perky nipples pointing a bit north. Just enough jiggle when she walked about to hold my interest. A neatly trimmed landing strip of jet black hair highlighted her neat camel toe that peeked out as she stood legs slightly spread on the diving board above us.
She had about 27 slightly different smiles, dancing eyes, and as Angela mentioned, Julie flashed facial expressions of a full range of emotions that we tried to capture with our cameras.
Two hours passed quickly, and since Angela said that she needed to leave for an appointment, we squeezed Julie into the Jeep with us to head back to town. I dropped the guys at their apartment and then we headed up the hill to the small house set behind a larger one that Julie rented. She invited me in for coffee. After putting on the pot, she headed for a bedroom.
"Make yourself comfortable, and I shall make myself comfortable too."
I sat on the couch and from there I had a clear view into the bedroom. Couldn't miss the fact that Julie was pulling off her blouse, and there was no bra, and then the denim skirt went away, and there were no panties. Then she turned, saw me watching, and she smiled at me.
"I never wear clothes inside the house except for the rare really cold days in winter. I hope you don't mind."
"Oh, I'll make do."
Gave her the big smile with that one. She was laughing. I could hear the coffee pot perking and I was coming to a boil as well. I watched Julie as she walked over. Then standing directly in front of me, she crossed her arms over her breasts, and then she chided me.
"Hey, I thought I told you to get comfortable too."
She planted her knees on the couch, one on each side of me, and she plopped down on my lap, facing me, stark raving naked. She tugged my t-shirt up and over my head.
"You need to get naked too!!"
Slipping backwards off my lap Julie made a point to slide her pussy down my leg in the process. She clearly enjoyed that.
"OOOOH that was fun"
Then she was tugging at my belt. It left and the button finally opened, and she jerked down my zipper. She fell backwards when my jeans finally gave up trying to stay on. She landed flat on her butt, legs splayed apart, feet in the air. The view was stimulating, and I felt my little guy begin to twitch. Just what I needed.....a bone when it was not indicated! I noticed that Julie's eyes were locked on him, and when she didn't act offended I felt relieved. The coffee pot made some different noise so we knew the brew was ready.
"Cups are in the cabinet above the sink."
Guess that meant I was fetching the coffee. So I had to walk with my cock leading the way. If I had walked into a wall, my nose was not going to hit first. She smiled as I came back from the kitchen, cup of coffee in each hand, held out slightly as I did not wish to wear hot coffee if I spilled. Meanwhile I looked like a blind man with a white cane waving in front. I went to hand a cup to her, but with my two hands occupied she instead reached out to shake hands with my dick, as she laughed her ass off. That completed the job of growing a cock. He was now at ready five. Julie stared at him.
"Well, he certainly can take the hint, even if you cannot."
She said it playfully. But next came a more insistent request.
"So, are you going to fuck me or not?"
"I suppose I could say that I took what you said literally, that you never wear clothes in the house. Then it would be a bit presumptuous of me to think that you wanted me to hit on you just because you removed your clothes."
Grabbing my cock again, she began to stroke him, and then she leaned in to take about half of him into her mouth. "Are my intentions a little more clear now?"
"Loud and clear."
Julie commenced sucking and tickling and stroking with a competence that belied her youth. And shortly later she responded appropriately to laying on her back on the couch, legs spread, with my tongue on her clit and my fingers that had slipped easily deep within her played out their tune. Julie made some curious noises when she came, all three times.
Without missing a beat, I raised my head to see her face contorted with pleasure, her eyes wide open as she massaged one tit with each hand. Then, in the mirror on the wall behind her I saw the window behind me, which revealed a face peering in from outside.
"Uh, did you notice a man watching us through your window?"
"Oh, that's Joe. He is my landlord and he lives in the big house next door. He likes to watch."
"Does this happen often?"
"Yeah, all the time. He likes to watch and I'm something of an exhibitionist, I guess. Turns me on to show off for people. That's why I like posing in Angela's class. I do a little dancing too, when I need the money. That is a total turn on for me. So I walk around the house like this and I get turned on by turning Joe on. And for this I don't have to pay any rent."
"Well, that's certainly an incentive."
"You don't know the half of it....."
I didn't have either the nerve or the time to pursue that thought as I looked down at those wide spread legs framing an exceptionally excited pussy waiting for satisfaction. Felt strange to slip my cock into such a hot lady, with an audience, but I was sufficiently motivated. We enjoyed each other and I can only imagine that Joe was doing fine as well. Julie came several more times and I launched twice before we fell asleep entwined on the couch.
I awoke when the front door closed loudly. The house was quite dark at that point and the neighborhood was quiet. Could not see who came into the house, and I was just groggy enough to be confused by the situation. A lamp turned on. Julie was awake and she looked toward the door. A vaguely familiar woman's back was turned toward us. Julie spoke.
"Welcome home honey. You know Frank, from your class. He gave me a ride back to town."
Angela answered back.
"I had a good shift tonight. The club was real busy and that jerk bartender didn't run off any of my regulars. They held a private party in the Platinum Room. Bunch of business men from out of the country. Nobody spoke English, but the universal language of money for sex carried the day. I worked the party with that little slut Jessica. I lost count after she did the thirteenth guy. I stopped after five. I will give Joe a thrill tonight. Oh, hi, Frank."
I just stared. No words came for a moment. I lay naked on top of a very naked Julie who had just fucked my brains out for a couple of hours. And she and Angela were carrying on a conversation that seemed unreal. And then it got weird. Julie got up to give Angela a hug, and they followed that with a full on open mouth tongues sparring with each other kiss. I stood there, naked, and watched this develop. Angela grabbed Julie's naked butt cheeks with both hands and pulled her tight up against her. More hot kisses followed. I guess Julie thought I deserved some explanation.
"Frank, Angela and I have a, ah, relationship. She is married to Joe and lives with him in the big house, but she and I use each other to get off when we need it, and we are best friends. Joe likes to watch when we are together. We both dance at the same club and sometimes we host private parties for groups of gentlemen there. Joe likes to watch her having sex with these men, and when he cannot go he waits for Angela to come home so she can tell him about her evening. Oh, here he is now."
Joe came in through the backdoor in the kitchen. So likely he had waited in the dark near the window. He gave Angela a big hug and kiss. That dealt with, Angela began to remover her clothes. Now naked, she sat on the couch and then leaned back so she could lift and separate her legs granting access to Joe, who immediately dove in and began licking that which was left behind by a bakers' dozen of strange cocks. Joe had his cock out, stroking it, as Julie leaned in to begin kissing Angela and pawing her breasts. Angela clearly enjoyed this, as did Julie. But Joe liked it best. This easily was the weirdest thing I had ever seen, but it also was kinda.... hot...... and soon enough my guy rose to the occasion.
Joe finally cleaned up Angela to his satisfaction, and then looking at my bulging erection, and then Angela's pussy, he pointed and suggested that she was ready for me. She in turn came up for air from Julie's kisses, caught my eye, and smiled.
"Come on in Frank, the water's fine."
I wasn't interested in licking that particular pussy at that particular time, but my cock expressed no reservations. So I put him to work in there. Angela had managed to contort herself in a way that granted her tongue access to Julie's recently abused pussy. So two ladies moaned and cried and climbed the mountain several times and Joe watched, whacking off to the tune of female orgasm. I eventually added my contribution to Angela's collection, which was dripping out onto the floor when we all finally headed to the shower for some needed maintenance. How we squeezed all four bodies into the shower together is another story, but that was fun too.
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