Wednesday, June 19, 2013

EROTIC PHOTO SESSION


Suraj had a keen eye for photography. From the age of about 14, he had regularly been working at the weekends as a wedding and party photographer. Even during his college days, he suplemented his income with regular photo shoots. By the time he had finished his Chemistry degree, he had even opened a small studio in the basement and did family portraits and the like.

His sister Pooja was older than him and lived in Bangalore where she worked as a freelance journalist, covering the latest fashion trends etc. During holidays, she came back home with a friend who was a fashion model. Neelam was a modern girl, slim and pretty. She had a cultured poise and dressed in a smart, but conservative manner. Her hair was cut short to her shoulders. She had wide shoulders and a straight back, she carried her self with confidence that comes when you know that you are not just good looking, but in that top 5% of women who are really beautiful. She had perfect structure, high prominent cheekbones, straight nose, volumptous lips. From her perfectly sculpted eyebrows, to her immacuately manicured finger nails, this was a girl for whoom spending a whole day perfecting perfection was normal.

Pooja introduced her friend to the family as the next Miss India. Neelam ofcourse commented on how Pooja was exagarating the possibilities, however there was more than a hint of desire in Neelam’s eyes that this was a goal for her. Suraj, didn’t see much of his sister or her friend, they were always sleeping late and then out in the evenings, mixing with the movers and shakers of Mumbai. Anyways, he was too busy doing interviews and the like, looking for a permanent graduate job. One weekend, he was getting his photography equipment ready for a family portrait session he had secured on Sunday afternoon. Pooja came to his studio and asked a favor. Suraj, would you help Neelam out please. She has been given the opportunity to perform a small role in a film. The agency here has asked for a set of photos and Neelam doesn’t think she has anything suitable. I wondered if you could do a shoot for her. Sure he replied, but I really don’t have much experience in that kind of photography. You need a professional studio to do those types of shoots. I’m just a wedding and portrait amature.

Nonsense, she replied. I’ve seen your stuff, it’s way better than many ‘professional’ photographers whos stuff we regularly print. You’re just saying that as my sister, he said, besides, I don’t even have the right type of sets, or even the lighting equipment. Plus I would need a makeup artist. Ahh, you don’t know your sister at all do you sweet brother. I have attended plenty of shoots and know how to use a make up brush. Come on bro, lets atleast give it a try. He agreed and they decided that they would do a shoot that afternoon. Neelam came down dressed in very European style clothes. It was the 1st time he had seen her in anything other than designer shalwar kameez. She wore a denim skirt, with a slit down one side that ended high up her thigh, the skirt ended just above her knees and her legs were bare until they entered her claf length leather boots. She wore an over sized white cotton shirt, that she had fastened in a knot at her navel, the buttons were undone, revealing ample cleavage. Suraj had never noticed that Neelam’s breasts were particularly large, now wrapped in the shirt, they were practically exposed through the fabric. He could make out the entire shape of the breasts, full and ripe, the nipples making small peaks in the taught material. His mouth went dry and he felt a little bit of excitement building in his pants. Sure he had seen a few scantily dressed girls in some of the more modern weddings he had covered, but not this close and not as the main subject.

Neelam was completely confident in her clothes, she sat calmly in the chair at the makeshift dressing table Pooja had set up in the studio and chatted without care to her friend. Pooja was already applying makeup and styling Neelam’s already immaculate hair, she then proceded to apply foundation and powder to Neelam’s neck and even into her cleavage, pulling aside the white shirt to avoid any stains. Without warning, Pooja loosened the knot and opened the shirt wider, so that she could blend the foundation into the smooth cream toned skin of Neelams soft breasts. Suraj’s eyes were transfixed to the smooth flesh as it undulated under the makeup brush. He tried to look away, but his eyes were glued to the sight of her baby soft skin, plump and blemish free. As soon as it started, the knot was re-tightened and Neelam was ready. So where shall we start, said Neelam rising and adjusting her bust and smoothing the fabric offer her perky breasts. Suraj had set up the studio with a wooden bench infront of a black backdrop, there was a wooden fence and a watering trough to one side and a few coils of rope and other American Wild West props scattered around. He had to swallow a few times before he could get his tongue moving and he instructed neelam to 1st sit on the bench. she did a few poses and Suraj clicked away. he was using a Nikon DSLR camera, connected to a projector via his computer, so that he could quickly review the snaps in large format.

Immediatelty he could tell that the girls were not happy with the results. He explained again that this was not his area of expertise. The results they wanted were not what he had ever practiced. Look we need to loosen up a bit here, Pooja said, why don’t you do a few more dynamic poses, she suggested, and Suraj, take that thing off the tripod, get closer into the shots to see if that makes a difference. Neelam, lay on the bench, feet away from him, her head, at the end of the bench, she arched her back. Suraj came closer for the next round of shots. He snapped a few from behind Neelam’s head, the photograph capturing the ridge of her nose, then over her chin into the valley of her breasts, twin peaks of nipples stretching through the shirt. Better exclaimed Pooja as she saw the photographs flash on the screen behind him. Now try this, she placed a cowboy boot spur between Neelam’s breasts, the sharp points of the wheel pressed into the tender flesh between the breasts. He moved round now, so he was standing by her foot, her skirt had fallen open at the split, revealing a smooth hairless leg. he took a few shots from a high angle, framing her upper torso, and angelic face. She looked directly at the lens and he felt her deep eyes boring through the camera into his mind, her perfect nostrils, the shape of her lips became imprinted into his retina, the flash searing them into his senses. On his knees now, the angle focused his shots onto the round curve of the underside of her bust, she was looking to one side now, her jawline was sharp, the photo was crisp.

He straddled the bench now, over her legs, she was holding the spur in both hands, between her breasts, she looked at him again as he took a few more shots, then stepped back and sat on the end of the bench, she sat up and straddled it too, the skirt was stretched now, the entire left leg exposed, she put her hands on the bench infront of her, leaning forward, her breasts hanging into the shirt. He snapped a few more shots, some close up face shots, the others showing her assets. She was smiling and looking more seductive each time the shutter clicked. She bought a knee up onto the bench, it was the bare leg, she could see the underside of her smooth thigh as she rested her chin on her bare knee looking straight into the camera, the over the back of his shoulder with a far away look in her eyes.  All this time Pooja was giving encouraging comments and advice to both as she watched the results on the screen. She told Neelam to turn arround and face her, as she swung her leg over the bench, the skirt rode high revealing a flash of pussy, Neelam was not wearing any panties and though it was just a millisecond, Suraj had his first glimpse of the treasures hidden between a woman’s legs. His cock which was already hard, was throbbing now and he was glad Neelam couldn’t see the monster he was trying to contain. Sit slightly sideways, now look back over your shoulder Pooja instructed. She looked into the lens and Suraj snapped, now look down. Snap, snap, she must be looking at his cock, there was nothing he could do. She was smiling and then put on a sultry look, each expression made his cock harder, she put on a look of hunger and Suraj framed it precisely.  Try a bit of skin, Pooja suggested, lower your shirt a bit, Help her will you suraj. He had no choice and leaned forward, careful to avoid touching her perfect skin, he tugged at the collar and pulled the shirt down a bit, he took a few shots.

No that won’t do, here. Pooja was unfastening the knot and had pulled the shirt off Neelam’s shoulder. Her breasts would be exposed now to Pooja thought Suraj, and he sensed a hint of excitement in his sister’s eyes. He was learning something more than photography today. Her bare shoulders and back were exposed to him now as he clicked a few more shots. Now look across your shoulder said Pooja, twist a little, Suraj, see if you can get a hint of breast from behind. He tried a few, but Pooja was not satisfied. Here try this, she was kneeling infront of Neelam now and obviously pushing her breast left slightly. Hidden from the camera, she was not visible, only Neelam’s bare back, a soft round breast from the back under a partially covered arm, her chin resting on her shoulder. He took some very riaque shots of her this way. Perfect. Now lets try another style. She adjusted Neelam’s shirt so that the flaps were pulled tight over both breasts, she then pulled the flaps round Neelam’s waist and tied them behind her. Come round the front bro, she said, moving behing Neelam. He looked at her. Her entire front was exposed, from her neck to her navel, the flaps of the shirt, draped over her round breasts, covering their form, but revealing them as the fabric stretched over them. Pooja was hiding behind her friend, holding the shirt tight as Suraj clicked away. Neelam didn;t seem the sligtest bit disturbed in displaying so much of her body to a complete stranger, or her body bieng handled so casually by another. By now he had shot over a 100 photo’s. Here we go, that’s the kind of thing I was after Pooja exclaimed looking at the reuslts. Now that will get a few pulses going.

As she stood up, Suraj noticed how she massaged Neelam’s shoulders, directly on her skin, Shal we do a few more asked Neelam, how about without the shirt, she said shrugging it off and cupping her breasts in her won hands covering them. She did so without a hint of inhibition as if Suraj was not even standing there only 2 feet away. His eyes got a great look at the wonderful nakedness of Neelam’s exposed breast. They were like beautifull mangoes, ripe and plump, without the slightest flaw. Beautifully sized to her perfect body, brown nipples pointing high and firm. Pooja stood and stepped away, taking the shirt with her as Suraj snapped a few more shots after Neelam had covered them. He was finding it difficult to concentrate now, but somehow managed to take some excellent photographs. I know what would make some really great shots Neelam said. You’ll have to help me though. It will be a classic pose actually she said to Pooja. Sit behind me with your duppatta over your head and covering your face. I’ll lean back on you, and you cover me with your hands.

Suraj couldn’t believe what he was hearing and when Pooja readily agreed, he was amazed. He was about to photograph his own sister in an aerrotic pose with a beautiful model. Pooja lowered her duppatta over her head and face, then sat behind her naked friend. She wrapped her arms around Neelam’s body, under her arms and cupped each breast, again covering the front. The base of her hands were cupping the full mound and her fingers were over the nipples. He took a few shots with Neelam looking straight at him, then she leaned back into Pooja and looked at her face under the veil. Her look was that of a lover lying in her soulmate’s arms, he photographed this highly errotic scene the shutter clicking as fast as it could. Pooja leaned her face forward and her lips touched Neelam’s. At first it was a gentle kiss, then before him the scene changed and his sister was locking lips with Neelam. As their tongues entwined, Suraj focused on the faces, this was not acting, this was unhindered lust, he noticed Poojas hands, her fingers were squeezing Neelam’s nipples between them, Now he didn’t need to be told where to focus, he took several closeups of firm brown nipples poking through Pooja’s fair fingers. She was caressing Neelam’s stomach now, Neelam’s right breast fully exposed, her left barely covered as the 2 girls got more involved in exploring each other. He realized that the shoot was over, so he flicked the camera to video mode and set it back on the tripod.

Suraj watched as Neelam lay in his sister’s lap, looking into her eyes, she was caressing Pooja’s breasts over her Kameez as Pooja’s hands explored past the skirt and drew it up. Neelam’s pussy was fully exposed as Pooja’s fingers started to feel the tender smooth skin between her legs. Slowly Pooja leaned fowrard and put her face between her friends legs, before she did so, she looked directly at Suraj and smiled at him, he made as if to leave, but Pooja mearly shook her head before she started to lick Neelam’s pussy.

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