Who Knew?

I cautiously answered the door to see him standing there with bags of photography equipment.

“You’re early” I said quietly, “I wasn’t expecting you for a little while longer.”

“Should I go and come back?” He asked plainly. “Do you need more time to get ready?”

I didn’t. I’d been waiting for today all week. I’d shaved and trimmed all I was going to. Had showers to exfoliate and even went to the gym to make sure I was looking my best.

It’s all very vain, I know. But it’s not often you have a professional photographer willing to take shots of you for free.

I’d tried my best with the photos I’d posted online. I was happyish with them, but I always felt someone with a better eye could help with ideas, lighting and poses. He’d commented and we sort of hit it off, which led him here on this early Saturday afternoon.

I had paused for too long. “No, no! You’re fine. Please, come in.” As I showed him through the door.

“I was just making a tea. Would you like one?”

He waved off the offer, as he was looking. Around my place almost like a burglars casing the joint. I calmly asked if he was okay, thinking this was weird behaviour.

“Just give me a second to find the spot.”

Then, it made sense.

We walked quietly together through the house, in different rooms and even out onto the back deck.

“Can your neighbours see over here?” He turned to ask me.

“They can, yes.”

His shoulders slumped in disappointment and he started to walk back inside.

“But they are out of town for a week.”

Never in my life had I thought of using the outdoors as a backdrop. But he’d obviously seen something he’d liked.

“We’ll set up out here, then.”

He went back into grab his stuff. He’d asked me to get a few things that may be useful. A chair, blanket and a pillow. I didn’t question, I just got what he’d asked for.

I’d always admired his work. Tastefully done, teasing, test sexy. Even his self portraits were great. He had the eye. So I’d started by asking for advice on framing and lighting and poses, but that soon turned into him offering to come one afternoon and take the pictures for me.

We chatted a little while he was setting up. The afternoon sun was pushing through the trees creating beams of light in the spot he’d chosen.

As it looked like he was nearly ready, “Soooo should I just strip, orrrr”. I stopped myself. Suddenly feeling shy.

“You can. Or you can slowly undress for the camera. Your choice.” He said matter of factly.

Then he joked to break the tension, “But remember, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”

Good point, I thought.

I pulled off my shirt and then slid down my shorts, leaving my boxers on.

I know I’m not huge, so I wanted to keep something to the imagination, working up to something more explicit.

He posed me in the chair and told me to not look at the camera. Snapping away, speaking to only give me instructions on where to move next.

The thing about pictures, is I often get incredibly turned on while taking them. I was sure that wasn’t going to happen with someone else clicking the shutter, but I noticed my boxers getting tighter.

The more I got turned on, the more I wanted to show. It was the exhibitionist in me.

I tugged my boxers down a little. The camera kept snapping. He encouraged me to keep going, so I did.

I stood up and turned my back to the camera, slipping my boxers down my legs. I bent slightly and threw them to the side.

Slowly, I turned back. My hands intuitively tried to cover my erection, but instead, I started gently playing with myself. I closed my eyes, feeling a tingle go up my spine.

And the camera kept clicking.

“Sit down but put one leg over the arm of the chair.”

I did what I was told.

“But don’t stop.”

I wasn’t about to.

It was a whole new feeling, with the warmth of the sun on my naked body, the light breeze blowing over my skin. And the fact that I had a live audience.

I threw my head back on several occasions, getting lost in those feelings. I didn’t care about the pictures anymore. I was too much enjoying the moment.

But it didn’t take long for my body to react, muscles tensing and finally releasing. I kept as quiet as I could with the intensity that gripped my body.

I was a mess. Mentally, emotionally and physically covered.

Sitting, catching my breath, my body going limp.

“I didn’t know you were such a showman!”

Neither did I.