by Bridy McAvoy
“That must have been a nice thought you had there, Kayla, given the way your skin flushed.”
She mock-frowned at Chris again, but couldn’t hold the expression for long; he was only saying the truth. Given he was still holding the camera up ready to take another picture meant sticking her tongue out wasn’t an acceptable option this time. One such shot was enough.
“Take a seat for a minute, while I remove the flash gun and get the lights adjusted, okay?”
She nodded and walked carefully across to the couch. For a moment she debated ignoring the intended seat and sitting next to her husband but that would only delay the inevitable as Chris and Teri coaxed her back to where he wanted her. She sat down and almost crossed her legs, before remembering just how short the skirt was, so sat there with her legs primly pressed together. She looked at Ben who smiled at her and mouthed the words I love you to her, then her eyes fell on the closed photo album on the coffee table in front of him. She glanced down at his crotch as he shifted in his seat, seeing the tell-tale bulge of at least a partial erection. She wondered momentarily if that had been caused by the photos in the album or the sight of her in such a short dress, wearing stockings and exposing her legs above them on the stairs. She guessed the answer was actually both and for a moment pondered if that bothered her, then decided it didn’t. What was supposed to happen next would be a much bigger event than looking at those pictures.
Her train of thought was interrupted as Chris switched on the first spotlight. Despite what she now recognised was a white diffuser on the stand and the light was pointing away from her and into the diffuser, it was very bright and the people behind the camera faded a little. Chris moved from stand to stand flicking on the lights one by one. Each time, her view of the area behind the lights grew dimmer and dimmer; she couldn’t see Ben or Teri other than in outline. Teri smiled and she could see her friend’s white teeth.
Kayla could feel the warmth from the lamps too, bathing her skin in unexpected heat, and then Chris was standing just in front of the lamps.
“Sorry about the heat, that’s one of the problems the model has to deal with. It’s going to be ten degrees hotter where you are than where Ben and Teri are. The ones in the studio are a better set and don’t give off so much heat—this is my old set, the one I keep at home. I won’t be using the flash so it won’t get any brighter, okay?”
Kayla could only nod.
“Now, it’s quite simple from here. Just listen to me and follow the instructions. On Saturday I’ll be stopping occasionally to explain something to the students, but I won’t bother doing that today. It’s very simple, just go with the flow for tonight, stop if you feel uncomfortable.”
“Does that mean I can stop now?”
Kayla kept her voice light but inside the butterflies were whipping up a Chilean tornado. Chris laughed and, behind him, the other two joined in.
“What do you think?”
“I guess not.”
“Shall we get started?”
Kayla drew in a deep breath and after a second nodded.
“Fine. Relax, and remember I do this for a living, so you’re in safe hands.”
Kayla had a sudden vision of those same safe hands caressing her breasts and shook her head to dispel it; she knew that wasn’t what Chris had meant.
“Now, smile for me, please.”
Kayla licked her lips and heard the shutter firing as she tried to relax into her natural smile.
“Good, now think sexy thoughts, and smile wider. Think about what you intend to do to Ben when you get him home, tonight.”
“What makes you think I’m going to do anything to him?”
She heard Teri snort and realised the other woman was reading her very well indeed. She had every intention of jumping her husband the moment they got home; she just wasn’t going to admit it out loud.
“Right, let’s widen the smile a little. Beautiful. You look really nice—very, very sexy. Just lean back a little on the couch. Bit more, relax. Good. You’re doing well. Lean a little further back. Perfect. God, you are one sexy woman—I hope Ben appreciates that. Gorgeous.”
Kayla realised the effect of Chris’s instructions together with the constant compliments of his patter was near hypnotic. She could feel herself relaxing, and starting to respond to his commands without really thinking about them. She knew Chris was good—after all, he’d done the stunning photos from their wedding three years ago, calling them his gift to the couple, but this was the first time she’d worked with him in what she guessed was his studio mode.
Her eyes had adjusted to the lighting a little now, and she could see Teri and Ben clearer than when Chris had turned the lights on. Teri was sitting back, smiling at her but nevertheless watching her intently. Ben was sitting forward, staring wide-eyed at his wife as Chris began to move her into sexier and sexier poses.
“Now, sit right back and relax your arms. Let them fall by your sides rather than clasping your hands together. Trust me, you look beautiful like that. Now I want you to cross your legs. Come on, sexy, you can do it.”
Kayla lowered her head and looked at Chris through her lashes.
“You mean you want me to flash my panties at you?”
“Not now, sexy, I just want the camera to see those wonderful long legs you have, see some more of those sleek perfect thighs you showed me as you came down the stairs. Come on, time’s wasting and there’s a lot to do yet. Cross those legs for me and show me those pins.”
Kayla suppressed a shudder, realising this was a line she was crossing, by crossing her legs—there would be bigger ones, but this was the first one since she’d agreed to pose tonight.
“How do you know I’m wearing panties anyway?”
Teri giggled and Ben snorted behind Chris, and for a moment he lowered the camera and looked a little nonplussed but recovered and chuckled, a deep throaty sound that echoed in Kayla’s psyche.
“I would probably put money on it, sweetie. Now are you going to model or not? Cross your legs, please, lift your chin and smile. Come on, gorgeous, you know you look good so share the benefits a little. That’s good, keep moving, keep moving. Perfect. Wow, that’s spectacular, you look amazing. Lift your chin a little. Keep smiling, tilt your head back a bit further. Now lift your left hand and tap your chin with your index finger. Very nice, very sexy. Tilt your head back a little more, keep the smile but close your eyes for a second…perfect.”
Kayla did as she was told, picturing how she must look to the three people in the room with her. Without looking, she knew her skirt had ridden high up as she crossed her legs—she had to be exposing almost her entire thigh of the top leg. Her back was sunk deep into the soft couch and her head tilted back extending the line of her neck and, with Chris standing over her, probably a ridiculous amount of cleavage too.
“Now arch your back a little and think about something sexy. Ooo, that must be a very sexy thought, your smile just got very wicked. Nice. Arch your back a little more then move your right hand onto your lap. Gather a little bit of the skirt between your fingers and hold it…perfect. God, you look sexy, you’re a natural at this—absolutely. Now, slowly pull your hand a little higher. Feel the sensuality of the fabric as the skirt slides up your leg. Nice. Keep going. A little further…good. Now, on the count of three I want to snap your eyes wide open and look at me. Good. One, two, three…perfect. Now, close your mouth and lose the smile. Now, let your lips part and dart your tongue out to lick your lips. Spot on. Very good. Right, relax for a minute. I need to change the memory card.”
Kayla realised she’d been holding her breath so let it out explosively. She glanced down and the first thing she noticed was how hard her nipples were, poking out through the dress fabric, despite wearing a bra. The next second thing she saw was just how much leg Chris had persuaded her to show. If her legs hadn’t been crossed the crutch of her panties would have been on show!
She took a couple of deep breaths and looked over at her husband o
nce more. Ben gave her a thumbs up and she realised he wasn’t saying anything because he didn’t want to spoil the moment for her. Chris still had his back to her so she took the chance to take stock of her own feelings, and the sensations her body was signalling her with. She knew she was turned on, and if there hadn’t been anybody in the room she’d have considered touching herself to check, but wasn’t prepared to go that step with Teri present and Chris capable of turning round to face her once more. Her breathing was faster than normal too and the way her heart pounded in her chest confirmed her diagnosis of arousal. She felt a lot less nervous too; even though she knew what would happen was going to be a lot worse than now. There was no doubt in her mind that Chris intended to get her to remove her dress very shortly and probably the rest as well. She shuddered at the thought just as Chris turned to face her once more. His throaty chuckle gave away the fact he’d noticed her involuntary movement and, not for the first time, felt some colour rise to her cheeks.
“Why don’t you stand up, please, Kayla? We’ll do a few standing poses.”
For the next ten minutes or so Kayla was kept on the hop as Chris moved her through a rapid set of standing poses, sometimes facing the camera, sometimes side on and sometimes facing the couch. Hands to the sides, hands in front, hands behind and finally hands above her head. Standing with her back to the camera and her hands stretched above her head with her fingers entwined, Kayla knew the dress would have ridden up as high as the bottom of her ass and she suspected she was showing more than her legs, but Chris seemed pleased with her performance so far.
“Move both your hands to the back of your neck, please, Kayla. Turn your head to the left so the ponytail isn’t in the way of the camera seeing what your fingers are doing. Now flick the catch at the top of the zip open. There’s a good girl.”
Kayla froze. She’d known this moment was coming but did she have the nerve? She wasn’t sure, then realised her body had become so accustomed to following Chris’s instructions, she’d frozen after the event not before it, the catch was undone and the zip had already slipped down the first inch.
She gasped loud enough to be sure all three of them had heard her.
“Kayla, it’s fine. Please continue and start lowering the zip. You can stop now if you want, and we’ll forget the whole thing. Do you want to stop? Truly, want to stop?”
Her heart was hammering in her chest, her palms damp with sweat and her nipples were trying to poke holes in her bra; she was pretty sure her panties were soaked, as it felt like her pussy was on fire. Her mind was screaming stop, but her body was screaming strip, get naked!
“No, I’m fine.”
Her hands changed grip, her left holding the top of the zip closed while her right grasped the tab and pulled it slowly downward. She heard Ben let out a low whistle as Chris snapped away. Her hand moved past her bra strap and she knew that was now on display along with a widening and elongating triangle of her bare back. Her breathing quickened and she almost stopped the movement but somehow her hand kept moving down—all the way down till her fingers reached the bottom of the zip, just past the garter belt and in line with the top of her panties.
“Lift your arms up above your head again, please. Excellent, you really do look good like that. Now, I want you to bend forward at the waist and keep going until your hands touch the back of the couch…perfect. Bend a little more. Beautiful, a perfect shot.”
As she held the position Chris had asked for, Kayla was acutely aware of the way the hemline of her dress had ridden up to expose her thin panties and her ass. She could feel the tension in her legs increasing as her body reacted to the exposure. She was more turned on than she had been that night on stage, if that was at all possible. Her body seemed to be almost on the brink of an orgasm, yet she felt confident she wasn’t going to embarrass herself in front of her friends. She hovered close to the edge without approaching it—it felt like she was hyper aware of her body but somehow detached from it.
“Spread your legs a little bit wider apart, please, Kayla. Good. A little more, go on a bit further… perfect. Now arch your back a little, push that ass toward me. Oh, fantastic, you are one hell of a sexy lady. That was brilliant. Now stand up straight again, please, and turn to face us.”
Kayla was gasping for air now, her chest heaving as she turned back to face the three people. Chris had lowered the camera and was smiling at her. Beyond the lights she could just make out both Teri and Ben grinning.
Chris looked at her. “You want to take a break or you want to go on?”
Kayla licked her lips and tried to speak but no words came out. Teri rose from her seat, brought her a bottle of beer and Kayla took a huge slug, then regained control of her breathing.
“Thanks. No, I’m fine, let’s go on.”
“You know what I’m going to ask you to do next?”
“Lose the dress, you pervert?”
Kayla smiled to take any sting out of her remark. Chris just nodded but the smile didn’t fade. She crossed her hands in front of her and reached for the shoulder straps, then pushed them off her shoulders. The dress slithered down to her waist, exposing her entire bra for the first time. Chris simply grinned and waited for her to complete the manoeuvre and let the dress fall to the floor.
“What, no attempt to take pictures of the dress as it falls?”
He shook his head.
“No, I simply wanted to watch!”
Kayla felt the heat rush to her face as she stood there in her underwear with the dress pooled round her stocking-clad feet. Chris simply laughed and the other two joined in as he lifted the camera back to his face and took several shots of her standing there, hands on hips, glaring at him and, she was sure, with her face scarlet in embarrassment.
Despite now being in just her underwear, the sexual tension seemed to have eased and Kayla no longer felt as if the dam was about to burst. She forced herself to relax and dropped her hands to her sides, painted a smile on her face and waited for Chris to start telling her what to do once more.
“Sit down in the middle of the couch again, please, Kayla. Good. Now lift your legs up to the right and sit sideways. Okay, comfortable? Good. Now, slowly lie back until you’re flat. Comfortable? Good. Now, lift your hands above your head and really stretch out, point your toes, feel the stretch in your back, your arms, and your legs…perfect. You definitely are a natural at this job, and simply breathtaking. Really point those fingers out. Close your eyes. Smile—perfect.”
Kayla didn’t quite close her eyes, instead slitting them to watch as Chris moved to stand at the end of the couch near her feet then crouch down to aim the camera along the whole length of her body.
“Wow, you look awesome, Kayla. Truly awesome. Now relax and bring your hands down to your sides, and lift your right knee up and press it against the side of the couch. Good. You look delectable. Now, keep lifting the knee, keep going, a bit further, a bit further…nice. Hold it there. Now, shuffle your left leg across toward the edge of the couch. Feel the edge under your thigh…good. Let your foot fall naturally from the couch and brace it against the floor…perfect. Slowly rotate that knee out as well…gorgeous, absolutely beautiful.”
Kayla knew how this exposed the crotch of her panties to the camera and hoped Chris couldn’t see through them at all. They weren’t that thin, but the position had reminded her of just how wet her pussy had become and the moisture could have made the panties more transparent than they had been.
She could feel the heat spreading through her body once more. The exposure was working on her body’s psyche and her skin felt clammy as her arousal level grew again.
“Very nice, Kayla. Now, I want you to partly sit up, please, resting your weight on your elbows…good. Not quite the effect I wanted. Can you sit up a bit further because the couch is so soft under you. Try and lift a little higher…good. Now can you reach up and flick the bra strap off your left shoulder.”
She automatically moved her right arm up and across to fo
llow his instruction and overbalanced, landing back on the couch with a thump. Chris chuckled and she could hear Teri and Ben joining in.
“Ouch!”
“Sorry, Kayla, maybe we’ll try something different. You okay to continue?”
Kayla nodded.
“Good. Now, sit back up exactly how you were when we started, sitting in the middle of the couch, leaning back with your left leg crossed over the right, your finger just tapping your chin.”
There was no elegant way to change position so Kayla simply rolled onto her side and let her right foot join her left one on the floor, then levered herself upright using her left hand. It took a few seconds to get into the position Chris had asked for and as soon as she crossed her legs, Kayla felt the way her damp panties clung to her as she clamped her upper thighs together. Her arousal grew with the pressure and she wanted to rub her legs together to increase the heat she felt, but didn’t dare with the three of them watching. After a moment she lifted her right hand to tap her index finger on her chin and then lifted the left to flick her bra strap off her left shoulder. She smiled at Chris, trying to put as much sultriness as she could into the smile, then reached across herself and flicked the other strap down onto her upper arm. Glancing down, the bra was a little loose at the top of the cups but nothing was exposed.
“Very good, you’re learning to anticipate me, Kayla. Very nice, very sexy. Do you think you could pout for me? Be very sensuous, and look like you want the camera to make love to you.”
That phrase made Kayla burst into a giggle and she lost her poise and her pose completely as the giggle developed into a full-blown laugh. The others laughed along with her.
“Sorry, that was a bit corny, wasn’t it? But I didn’t want to make you jump by using the F word. Nor did I want to say make me want to do you since both your husband and my wife are present.”
“So, you would say that if we were on our own?”
She giggled as she watched Chris go bright red this time, and decided to turn the knife in the wound.