01-05-2019, 09:05 PM
The Studio
(PART1)
The morning sun broke out earlier than usual and was cajoling my face rather sharply through our bedroom window. I woke up, preparing myself for another hot & humid day. It was a proper May. My husband, Ravi was on the last stretch of his sleep. He really appreciates that part. So, not wanting to disturb him I sneaked out of the room and headed for the toilet. When I am in there, I started brushing my teeth and felt the totally damp nightie clinging on to my back due to the power cut we had earlier in the morning. The same soaked feeling in between my thighs caused by the excessive sultriness made me feel uncomfortable while standing. Irritated, I bunched up and lifted my nightie and the petticoat underneath, to my waist and with one quick pull yanked the sticky panties off my hip. It was clinging almost like a second skin, and I felt like a snake shedding its skin off. It circled my feet the next second. Immediately, I felt relieved as the cool air brushed the region. Bidding adieu to the wet panty, I freshened up quickly and headed to the adjacent room to wake up my child and to carry on with the heavy duty routine morning chores. I was thinking to myself ‘Should I have taken bath right away?’ while I headed to the kitchen.
The morning time from that point on till 8.30 am flew at a lightning pace. Hurriedly prepared neha just on time for the approaching college van and sent her off. I walked up to the door to see off Ravi. Ritually, Ravi pecked my forehead at the doorstep before leaving. He went up to his car, but returned thinking of something. ‘Did you forget something?’ I asked. He hugged me suddenly and kissed me strongly. His hands lingered at my back caressing the smooth curves of my butt. He gave a tight squeeze at the back and drew lines and made me feel moist inside at the early morning hours by drawing his finger along the crevice of my butt. With all 32 of his pearl-white teeth showing in his face, he muttered ‘You should really stay panty-free like today more often’. As usual, he received a kick in his shin for that ‘holy’ comment. I looked around over him to find that the boy at the opposite house was staring at us from the balcony. I pushed him away quickly and whispered in his ears about our (un)invited audience. He smiled and does not seemed to bother with that and continued to tickle me be poking his hands at the strategic points which he knows only too well and enjoyed my dancing to his touches and quickly squeezed my soft right breast hidden behind the loose nightie. He gave me another proper long kiss. He released me and said, “Oh, don’t forget to collect the pictures from our trip last month. I gave the negatives to print at the Nair studio in our street last week on my way to work. It should have been ready by now. I’d like to see those special pictures we took” of ourselves.” Winking his eyes, he waved at me and left with a smile. I was thinking to myself ‘Should I have asked him to collect the pictures himself?’ while I headed inside.
I turned and was about to walk inside the house. The boy was still staring at my butt absently when I glanced up across the street. Recovering quickly, he muttered a ‘good morning aunty’. Their family has newly moved in to our neighbourhood. I waved at him and moved inside and closed the door. I was siphoning my thoughts regarding the trip, back to the upper layers of my brain. It was true that this was the first trip in years that we had time for ourselves just Ravi and I, after the birth of neha. Since she has grown up now, we let her stay at my sister’s and took off. We both had a wonderful time. It was like our second honeymoon. Those were the snaps my hubby was talking about and the mere thought of the snaps brought in me the rushing memories of our trip. Suddenly, I became restless and wanted to see those snaps immediately to relive ‘those’ moments. The thought of heating the water and taking a shower somehow seemed to be the last thing I wanted to be doing right now. I found myself, in dreamy state due to my thoughts about the trip. Since the studio was just down the street and the temptation to see the snaps was growing exponentially by the second, I decided to collect the snaps before doing anything else. I quickly changed ran to the bathroom and changed into the saree that I wore last evening and applied some perfume to my dirty armpits before getting myself into the dirty blouse from the previous evening. I was telling to myself, ‘Just a few more minutes…. And that’s all’. I then spent a couple of minutes on my shoulder length hair jet black conditioned silky hair, bunched it up and tied it tight as a bun. Off I left the house to the studio grabbing my purse along. I was in such a buoyant mood that while I was walking in the busy street, even the vehicular noise seemed to have a pattern and my brain was perching musical notes from the next to nothing undesirable sounds. It was a good 5 minutes walk in the already scorching sun and by the time reached the studio I was perspiring again at my armpits and forehead due to heat. Perhaps, it was a good choice to tie the hair as a bun as otherwise normally the neck region behind my hair gets all sweaty. This hair style (??) allows access to whatever little cool breeze that is generated during the hot day to inspect my neckline. I pulled out the pallu tucked at my waist to wipe my forehead and noticed through my coolers the person on the opposite side of the road taking a generous peek. Because of my forehead-wiping act, my left boob and the wide expanse of my hip region resembling a whirlpool with my deep navel at the centre popped into his view. That familiar tinge of excitement rushed in me … and I acted as if I hadn’t noticed him and let my pallu back to position casually. At my then state of mind the stranger stealing glances at my body excited me quite a bit. I was thinking to myself ‘Should I have worn a bra??’ while I headed for the shop.
Since it was still quite early in the morning and only few minutes after it was open it was still deserted. The A/C at the shop was a big welcome. There was no one at the desk and I waited a couple of minutes enjoying the feeling of the cold air brush past my open neck. While waiting, I removed my coolers and my eyes scanned the pictures hung on the wall, some in really seductive poses of professional models taken under cinematic light effects. Since no one seems to be coming, I uttered a loud ‘Hello’. My voice echoed in the quite room. As they say ‘Ask and Ye shall receive!’ my call was answered in seconds. There was an elderly man of about fifty opened the door from inside the studio and came to the desk wearing a big smile. His name is Chandran Nair I think, my husband’s good friend. I have seen him during one of my previous visits with Ravi and got introduced. Ravi often mentions about his skills and various tricks he taught him. I smiled at Mr. Nair. He was looking fresh (unlike me) and obviously just took a bath and had big stripes of holy ash on his forehead glowing with a pious look and a soft white dhoti. . ‘What can I do for you madam? Didn’t see you here for a long time madam, I think Ravi gave a bunch of negatives last week. Did you come here to collect it? ’. Since he asked the questioned and answered it himself, ‘You eliminated the need for me to speak. Yes that’s what I am here for’ I said with a smile and handed him the coupons. He took it off me and went inside. He came back after a considerable delay with a mischievous smile on his face and told me, ‘madam, the pictures have come out really nicely’. I then recollected some of the pictures my husband took of us, with the timer settings of the camera. I blushed at the thought of that and suddenly wanted to go home immediately. ‘Have a look at your snaps here if you want madam. Help yourself with the chair there.’ He showed a couch at the corner of the room. Unable to withstand the suspense and the thought of staying for a few additional minutes in the air conditioned room made me walk holding the snaps in my hand towards the couch. While I walked, I felt that mr.nair’s eyes were roaming on my obviously undulating butt cheeks and he is probably busy disrobing my saree with his eyes. I was thinking to myself ‘Should I have worn my panty?’ while I headed for the couch.
Having settled in the couch, I ripped open the envelope as my patience eroded when I attempted to open it in the proper way wasting valuable seconds in the process. There they were. My eyes couldn’t take them all in one go and I wanted to savour this moment as much as possible and as long as I could take. So, I froze in front of each picture for what seemed like an eternity spinning my memory wheels generating all the wonderful thoughts. I was in ecstasy while holding some intimate pictures we took. They have come out so nice. Ravi is going to be extremely happy. My personal photo-tour of our trip took a hit when I was looking at a set of snaps that Ravi took of me at the lake during the sunset. They were his personal favourites when he was shooting them. Saving one, the rest of them seemed to have come out really gloomily. They were supposed to be the erotic collection of his wonderful wife, that’s what he kept calling them. The scene was quite romantic and since not a soul was to be found at the lake side in that evening when we had been there he decided to shoot a few pictures of me devoid of my blouse, covering my tits with the saree. It made me a bit sad to think how Ravi would be disappointed when he sees this. My thoughts were interrupted by mr.nair’s voice. ‘Madam, what do you think about the snaps? You seemed to be not as radiant as you were a few minutes ago. Is something wrong?’ Not being able to hide my crestfallen face, I nodded to him and explained to him about the plight of some of Ravi’s favourite shots choosing not to explain about the snaps in depth. He seemed to have caught on quickly. ‘Madam, I understand. This happens with conventional photography all the time. That was the main reason why I was prompting Ravi to switch over to the digital. See, this could have been avoided. He could have controlled the lighting better, especially in the sunrise / sunset situations’ he paused. I jolted thinking how could he have known? Has he seen those pictures while printing? Anyway, he still wasn’t committal. He might have been referring to the normal photographic rules. He was asking me, ‘Madam is that your picture that he took and didn’t turn out up to the mark? Although it is hard to believe as any kind of crappy lighting and dumb camera should freeze your image beautiful as you are beautiful as it is’. Blushing and smiling a bit I nodded ‘yes they were pictures of me that didn’t come out well.’ and finished the sentence with a tinge of sadness. ‘Oh, let’s see what went wrong. Show me madam’, with that he took the envelope lying on the table with pictures on it. Before I could tell him anything he saw those sunset shots as they were the ones I was seeing at the very end. His eyebrows went up immediately as he was openly staring at my naked shoulder and my tits hiding behind the semi transparent saree. I should grab this opportunity and take a small break and describe myself. I am an attractive house wife pushing into mid thirties with a structure enough to make any male go drooling behind me. I am 36C 30 39 and 5 ft 7” tall. I look fair and I have a round face and silky straight hair touching my mid shoulder. My buxom features are usually sufficient to spin heads when I walked on the road. Not so much into jewellery, I prefer not to wear any gaudy ornaments. I blushed, as he started his expert commentary on the exposure and the lighting concepts that would have made the background look much better and so on, all the time his eyes riveting on my tits in the picture rather than the background finally finished his lecture and handed the snap back to me with a happy face. I was thinking to myself ‘Should I have refused to show him those snaps?’ while I extended hand headed towards those snaps.
Mr.nair offered, ‘madam, here is the deal. Ravi is a good friend of mine and I can do him a favour. I shall take some professional pictures of you in some nice poses. You can present them as a surprise so at least he is not too disappointed and if he is happy, I guess you are happy too’ I was listening to him involuntarily nodding to his suggestion ‘and I can make use of a couple of them nice pictures in the still left over empty space in my wall there’ he pointed to the wall. ‘Let’s do this for free, you are happy, I am happy and above all Ravi is very happy, what do you say?’ I was still nodding and staring at the wall he pointed to and they were all pictures of glamorous models in mostly semi naked suggestive poses. There were a few older but very nice looking faces too relatively fully dressed. ‘Your kind of face is the valuable addition missing from my collection at the wall madam. You don’t know how photogenic you are. Ravi might have told you. Anyways the modern photo industry in general and my photo studio in particular will be very proud to have you in the collection there madam’ with that he did a mock bow. I smiled and was mesmerized by his speech. At that outset, it sounded like a wonderful deal which had one of those “and they lived happily ever after” endings. Any case, I liked the idea of giving some surprise to Ravi as my mind is not fully out of those pictures that I was seeing. ‘Come in madam… this way’ mr.nair said loudly interrupting my thoughts again. I don’t remember agreeing to his proposal formally, but he was already leading me to the studio room. I looked back at the pictures of those models on the wall again, one last time. I was thinking to myself, ‘Should I have said a NO to all this??’ while I headed for the open doors of the studio
That was my first entry in his studio and it was nothing like the last time I had been there to take a passport picture. It was years before anyway. I was a bit overwhelmed at the enormity of the set and the infrastructure in general. ‘Since you agreed to pose as a picture model for our studio wall I suggest you take a complete photo shoot madam. Usually it is very expensive. I shall give you some pictures to surprise Ravi this evening and eventually in a week’s time shall make a whole album out of today’s shoot.’
I was just nodding. ‘Ok madam; please stand there in the centre.’ With that he switched on the light. I nodded and walked thinking of my shabby dress and also acutely conscious of my lack of undergarments. The very thought of this made me bothersome, at the same time excited. So, I stopped and asked him, ‘Could this wait for an hour or so mr.nair? So I could go home freshen up and come back with something more appropriate and better looking for a photo shoot?’ He nodded negatively saying, ‘Madam, you don’t understand. We will just take a few trial shots now, and then we will think of the costume. Remember, this is a professional studio and we shoot for a lot of models here regularly. ‘Leave the worrying part to me. We have decent changing rooms here and there is a make up table in the corner if you need to use it. I believe you don’t need it for the trial shots. any more questions? I have an important appointment in the afternoon.’ I noticed the sudden change in the tone and him exuberating his professionalism and authoritativeness the minute he entered the studio room. I was too shy to bring up my underwear issue and I let it pass by. If he had noticed from behind that I wasn’t wearing a bra, he didn’t pay any special attention to it. As he switched on the lights, a dummy coconut tree trunk in a slanted shape at the middle of studio came to my view and there was matching beach scenery wallpaper at the wall behind. I suddenly remembered the picture of the girl in bikini on the wall posing in the same background. The picture of the model was stunningly realistic which made me think that it was taken really at the beach. The Plaster-of-Paris coconut tree trunk looked so real in the picture. ‘So, please lean on the tree and stretch your hands a bit madam’ mr.nair was standing in his place behind those studio lights with the camera in his hand waiting for me. I bunched up my hair and adjusted the ‘bun’ in my head before leaning on the tree and all the while noticed that nair was staring at my folds in my hip. The way he studies the area made him look like a man seriously planning for a mountaineering expedition along the contour of my hip if only he was a miniature. What might be the destination? my nipple? I was smiling at my own imagination. Although I wasn’t really feeling comfortable to his open staring, I didn’t really mind. I went to the tree, leaned on it and began stretching my arms, but suddenly cautious, brought my pallu and was about to tuck it around my waist when heard mr.nair shout ‘Leave it as it is madam. It is the essence of the picture. Don’t tie it in your hip. We are not taking group photo here.’ I was slightly taken aback by the harshness in his voice. I had let the pallu loose again while lying over the slant tree I was facing him to my left. Now I understood his concept. I should let my pallu on a free flow, so he could get a free show. I was thinking to myself ‘Should I have let my pallu free?’ while my stretched hands headed for the tree trunk over my head.
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Automatically as I grabbed the tree trunk over my head, three things happened simultaneously. 1. My breasts pushed forward and rose above their normal level. 2. My pallu gave way and moved aside, putting into light a wide variety of otherwise hidden parts of my body, my midrib for one. 3. Mr.Nair’s expectant eye balls almost popped out of their sockets. My cheeks were becoming red upon seeing nair’s expression. He quickly recovered and regained his professional poise. ‘You are beautiful madam. Ravi is really gifted. Take this as a personal compliment from me.’ With that he moved behind his camera to see me through the frame to compose the shots. He clicked a few really quickly then rose up. ‘Madam; lets start the trial shots now. Can you tilt your head a bit maintaining the pose?’ I titled my head. ‘Smile please madam’ and ‘click click click’ he was adding up the shots while I smiled at him coyly. ‘Beautiful madam, please raise your right leg a bit and rest it on the tree in the similar pose madam’ I lifted the right leg and the pallu moved farther apart now revealing my navel and a bit of the right breast as well once again causing nair’s eyes to pop out. I was really ashamed and tried to lower my hands to adjust the pallu when he said the now expected ‘so be it madam, here is the candidate shot for the wall. Please don’t move please.’ and clicked a several shots of me obscenely revealing my assets and the whole of the midrib region. ‘Please take your hand behind the tree and hold it behind you as though you are hugging it madam’. I lowered my hands and took it behind the tree and locked my palms together. He came close to me. ‘Madam I shall make some small adjustments if you don’t mind. Please stay where you are in that pose.’ without giving me time to think or react he placed his soft palms on my pallu at the shoulder and while I was looking he rolled it along the cross section of my body in the shape of a thread. He didn’t touch my boobs at all during the process leaving with me no other option but to think that he is doing his job. When I was just beginning to relax, he squatted in front of me and dug all his finger tips into the waist line of my saree, by doing so shocked me all over. I quickly brought my hands from behind to knock his hands off me. He coolly said ‘your hands over the head madam. I am just adjusting the level to make the shots come out sexy.’ He said it in a tone as though he couldn’t care less. One other main problem was his strong finger nails were brushing my hip and tickled me thoroughly. He had long nails. Excited a bit, I giggled now. ‘you… er.. it is tickling.’. I manage to form the words in between the fits of giggles. He seemed to be enjoying the situation too and liked the way I jerked my hip and tried to dig his fingers a bit deeper to tickle me further. I was thinking to myself ‘Should I have avoided those naughty fingers??’ while my stretched arms headed for the tree trunk obediently amidst my fitful giggles.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
(PART1)
The morning sun broke out earlier than usual and was cajoling my face rather sharply through our bedroom window. I woke up, preparing myself for another hot & humid day. It was a proper May. My husband, Ravi was on the last stretch of his sleep. He really appreciates that part. So, not wanting to disturb him I sneaked out of the room and headed for the toilet. When I am in there, I started brushing my teeth and felt the totally damp nightie clinging on to my back due to the power cut we had earlier in the morning. The same soaked feeling in between my thighs caused by the excessive sultriness made me feel uncomfortable while standing. Irritated, I bunched up and lifted my nightie and the petticoat underneath, to my waist and with one quick pull yanked the sticky panties off my hip. It was clinging almost like a second skin, and I felt like a snake shedding its skin off. It circled my feet the next second. Immediately, I felt relieved as the cool air brushed the region. Bidding adieu to the wet panty, I freshened up quickly and headed to the adjacent room to wake up my child and to carry on with the heavy duty routine morning chores. I was thinking to myself ‘Should I have taken bath right away?’ while I headed to the kitchen.
The morning time from that point on till 8.30 am flew at a lightning pace. Hurriedly prepared neha just on time for the approaching college van and sent her off. I walked up to the door to see off Ravi. Ritually, Ravi pecked my forehead at the doorstep before leaving. He went up to his car, but returned thinking of something. ‘Did you forget something?’ I asked. He hugged me suddenly and kissed me strongly. His hands lingered at my back caressing the smooth curves of my butt. He gave a tight squeeze at the back and drew lines and made me feel moist inside at the early morning hours by drawing his finger along the crevice of my butt. With all 32 of his pearl-white teeth showing in his face, he muttered ‘You should really stay panty-free like today more often’. As usual, he received a kick in his shin for that ‘holy’ comment. I looked around over him to find that the boy at the opposite house was staring at us from the balcony. I pushed him away quickly and whispered in his ears about our (un)invited audience. He smiled and does not seemed to bother with that and continued to tickle me be poking his hands at the strategic points which he knows only too well and enjoyed my dancing to his touches and quickly squeezed my soft right breast hidden behind the loose nightie. He gave me another proper long kiss. He released me and said, “Oh, don’t forget to collect the pictures from our trip last month. I gave the negatives to print at the Nair studio in our street last week on my way to work. It should have been ready by now. I’d like to see those special pictures we took” of ourselves.” Winking his eyes, he waved at me and left with a smile. I was thinking to myself ‘Should I have asked him to collect the pictures himself?’ while I headed inside.
I turned and was about to walk inside the house. The boy was still staring at my butt absently when I glanced up across the street. Recovering quickly, he muttered a ‘good morning aunty’. Their family has newly moved in to our neighbourhood. I waved at him and moved inside and closed the door. I was siphoning my thoughts regarding the trip, back to the upper layers of my brain. It was true that this was the first trip in years that we had time for ourselves just Ravi and I, after the birth of neha. Since she has grown up now, we let her stay at my sister’s and took off. We both had a wonderful time. It was like our second honeymoon. Those were the snaps my hubby was talking about and the mere thought of the snaps brought in me the rushing memories of our trip. Suddenly, I became restless and wanted to see those snaps immediately to relive ‘those’ moments. The thought of heating the water and taking a shower somehow seemed to be the last thing I wanted to be doing right now. I found myself, in dreamy state due to my thoughts about the trip. Since the studio was just down the street and the temptation to see the snaps was growing exponentially by the second, I decided to collect the snaps before doing anything else. I quickly changed ran to the bathroom and changed into the saree that I wore last evening and applied some perfume to my dirty armpits before getting myself into the dirty blouse from the previous evening. I was telling to myself, ‘Just a few more minutes…. And that’s all’. I then spent a couple of minutes on my shoulder length hair jet black conditioned silky hair, bunched it up and tied it tight as a bun. Off I left the house to the studio grabbing my purse along. I was in such a buoyant mood that while I was walking in the busy street, even the vehicular noise seemed to have a pattern and my brain was perching musical notes from the next to nothing undesirable sounds. It was a good 5 minutes walk in the already scorching sun and by the time reached the studio I was perspiring again at my armpits and forehead due to heat. Perhaps, it was a good choice to tie the hair as a bun as otherwise normally the neck region behind my hair gets all sweaty. This hair style (??) allows access to whatever little cool breeze that is generated during the hot day to inspect my neckline. I pulled out the pallu tucked at my waist to wipe my forehead and noticed through my coolers the person on the opposite side of the road taking a generous peek. Because of my forehead-wiping act, my left boob and the wide expanse of my hip region resembling a whirlpool with my deep navel at the centre popped into his view. That familiar tinge of excitement rushed in me … and I acted as if I hadn’t noticed him and let my pallu back to position casually. At my then state of mind the stranger stealing glances at my body excited me quite a bit. I was thinking to myself ‘Should I have worn a bra??’ while I headed for the shop.
Since it was still quite early in the morning and only few minutes after it was open it was still deserted. The A/C at the shop was a big welcome. There was no one at the desk and I waited a couple of minutes enjoying the feeling of the cold air brush past my open neck. While waiting, I removed my coolers and my eyes scanned the pictures hung on the wall, some in really seductive poses of professional models taken under cinematic light effects. Since no one seems to be coming, I uttered a loud ‘Hello’. My voice echoed in the quite room. As they say ‘Ask and Ye shall receive!’ my call was answered in seconds. There was an elderly man of about fifty opened the door from inside the studio and came to the desk wearing a big smile. His name is Chandran Nair I think, my husband’s good friend. I have seen him during one of my previous visits with Ravi and got introduced. Ravi often mentions about his skills and various tricks he taught him. I smiled at Mr. Nair. He was looking fresh (unlike me) and obviously just took a bath and had big stripes of holy ash on his forehead glowing with a pious look and a soft white dhoti. . ‘What can I do for you madam? Didn’t see you here for a long time madam, I think Ravi gave a bunch of negatives last week. Did you come here to collect it? ’. Since he asked the questioned and answered it himself, ‘You eliminated the need for me to speak. Yes that’s what I am here for’ I said with a smile and handed him the coupons. He took it off me and went inside. He came back after a considerable delay with a mischievous smile on his face and told me, ‘madam, the pictures have come out really nicely’. I then recollected some of the pictures my husband took of us, with the timer settings of the camera. I blushed at the thought of that and suddenly wanted to go home immediately. ‘Have a look at your snaps here if you want madam. Help yourself with the chair there.’ He showed a couch at the corner of the room. Unable to withstand the suspense and the thought of staying for a few additional minutes in the air conditioned room made me walk holding the snaps in my hand towards the couch. While I walked, I felt that mr.nair’s eyes were roaming on my obviously undulating butt cheeks and he is probably busy disrobing my saree with his eyes. I was thinking to myself ‘Should I have worn my panty?’ while I headed for the couch.
Having settled in the couch, I ripped open the envelope as my patience eroded when I attempted to open it in the proper way wasting valuable seconds in the process. There they were. My eyes couldn’t take them all in one go and I wanted to savour this moment as much as possible and as long as I could take. So, I froze in front of each picture for what seemed like an eternity spinning my memory wheels generating all the wonderful thoughts. I was in ecstasy while holding some intimate pictures we took. They have come out so nice. Ravi is going to be extremely happy. My personal photo-tour of our trip took a hit when I was looking at a set of snaps that Ravi took of me at the lake during the sunset. They were his personal favourites when he was shooting them. Saving one, the rest of them seemed to have come out really gloomily. They were supposed to be the erotic collection of his wonderful wife, that’s what he kept calling them. The scene was quite romantic and since not a soul was to be found at the lake side in that evening when we had been there he decided to shoot a few pictures of me devoid of my blouse, covering my tits with the saree. It made me a bit sad to think how Ravi would be disappointed when he sees this. My thoughts were interrupted by mr.nair’s voice. ‘Madam, what do you think about the snaps? You seemed to be not as radiant as you were a few minutes ago. Is something wrong?’ Not being able to hide my crestfallen face, I nodded to him and explained to him about the plight of some of Ravi’s favourite shots choosing not to explain about the snaps in depth. He seemed to have caught on quickly. ‘Madam, I understand. This happens with conventional photography all the time. That was the main reason why I was prompting Ravi to switch over to the digital. See, this could have been avoided. He could have controlled the lighting better, especially in the sunrise / sunset situations’ he paused. I jolted thinking how could he have known? Has he seen those pictures while printing? Anyway, he still wasn’t committal. He might have been referring to the normal photographic rules. He was asking me, ‘Madam is that your picture that he took and didn’t turn out up to the mark? Although it is hard to believe as any kind of crappy lighting and dumb camera should freeze your image beautiful as you are beautiful as it is’. Blushing and smiling a bit I nodded ‘yes they were pictures of me that didn’t come out well.’ and finished the sentence with a tinge of sadness. ‘Oh, let’s see what went wrong. Show me madam’, with that he took the envelope lying on the table with pictures on it. Before I could tell him anything he saw those sunset shots as they were the ones I was seeing at the very end. His eyebrows went up immediately as he was openly staring at my naked shoulder and my tits hiding behind the semi transparent saree. I should grab this opportunity and take a small break and describe myself. I am an attractive house wife pushing into mid thirties with a structure enough to make any male go drooling behind me. I am 36C 30 39 and 5 ft 7” tall. I look fair and I have a round face and silky straight hair touching my mid shoulder. My buxom features are usually sufficient to spin heads when I walked on the road. Not so much into jewellery, I prefer not to wear any gaudy ornaments. I blushed, as he started his expert commentary on the exposure and the lighting concepts that would have made the background look much better and so on, all the time his eyes riveting on my tits in the picture rather than the background finally finished his lecture and handed the snap back to me with a happy face. I was thinking to myself ‘Should I have refused to show him those snaps?’ while I extended hand headed towards those snaps.
Mr.nair offered, ‘madam, here is the deal. Ravi is a good friend of mine and I can do him a favour. I shall take some professional pictures of you in some nice poses. You can present them as a surprise so at least he is not too disappointed and if he is happy, I guess you are happy too’ I was listening to him involuntarily nodding to his suggestion ‘and I can make use of a couple of them nice pictures in the still left over empty space in my wall there’ he pointed to the wall. ‘Let’s do this for free, you are happy, I am happy and above all Ravi is very happy, what do you say?’ I was still nodding and staring at the wall he pointed to and they were all pictures of glamorous models in mostly semi naked suggestive poses. There were a few older but very nice looking faces too relatively fully dressed. ‘Your kind of face is the valuable addition missing from my collection at the wall madam. You don’t know how photogenic you are. Ravi might have told you. Anyways the modern photo industry in general and my photo studio in particular will be very proud to have you in the collection there madam’ with that he did a mock bow. I smiled and was mesmerized by his speech. At that outset, it sounded like a wonderful deal which had one of those “and they lived happily ever after” endings. Any case, I liked the idea of giving some surprise to Ravi as my mind is not fully out of those pictures that I was seeing. ‘Come in madam… this way’ mr.nair said loudly interrupting my thoughts again. I don’t remember agreeing to his proposal formally, but he was already leading me to the studio room. I looked back at the pictures of those models on the wall again, one last time. I was thinking to myself, ‘Should I have said a NO to all this??’ while I headed for the open doors of the studio
That was my first entry in his studio and it was nothing like the last time I had been there to take a passport picture. It was years before anyway. I was a bit overwhelmed at the enormity of the set and the infrastructure in general. ‘Since you agreed to pose as a picture model for our studio wall I suggest you take a complete photo shoot madam. Usually it is very expensive. I shall give you some pictures to surprise Ravi this evening and eventually in a week’s time shall make a whole album out of today’s shoot.’
I was just nodding. ‘Ok madam; please stand there in the centre.’ With that he switched on the light. I nodded and walked thinking of my shabby dress and also acutely conscious of my lack of undergarments. The very thought of this made me bothersome, at the same time excited. So, I stopped and asked him, ‘Could this wait for an hour or so mr.nair? So I could go home freshen up and come back with something more appropriate and better looking for a photo shoot?’ He nodded negatively saying, ‘Madam, you don’t understand. We will just take a few trial shots now, and then we will think of the costume. Remember, this is a professional studio and we shoot for a lot of models here regularly. ‘Leave the worrying part to me. We have decent changing rooms here and there is a make up table in the corner if you need to use it. I believe you don’t need it for the trial shots. any more questions? I have an important appointment in the afternoon.’ I noticed the sudden change in the tone and him exuberating his professionalism and authoritativeness the minute he entered the studio room. I was too shy to bring up my underwear issue and I let it pass by. If he had noticed from behind that I wasn’t wearing a bra, he didn’t pay any special attention to it. As he switched on the lights, a dummy coconut tree trunk in a slanted shape at the middle of studio came to my view and there was matching beach scenery wallpaper at the wall behind. I suddenly remembered the picture of the girl in bikini on the wall posing in the same background. The picture of the model was stunningly realistic which made me think that it was taken really at the beach. The Plaster-of-Paris coconut tree trunk looked so real in the picture. ‘So, please lean on the tree and stretch your hands a bit madam’ mr.nair was standing in his place behind those studio lights with the camera in his hand waiting for me. I bunched up my hair and adjusted the ‘bun’ in my head before leaning on the tree and all the while noticed that nair was staring at my folds in my hip. The way he studies the area made him look like a man seriously planning for a mountaineering expedition along the contour of my hip if only he was a miniature. What might be the destination? my nipple? I was smiling at my own imagination. Although I wasn’t really feeling comfortable to his open staring, I didn’t really mind. I went to the tree, leaned on it and began stretching my arms, but suddenly cautious, brought my pallu and was about to tuck it around my waist when heard mr.nair shout ‘Leave it as it is madam. It is the essence of the picture. Don’t tie it in your hip. We are not taking group photo here.’ I was slightly taken aback by the harshness in his voice. I had let the pallu loose again while lying over the slant tree I was facing him to my left. Now I understood his concept. I should let my pallu on a free flow, so he could get a free show. I was thinking to myself ‘Should I have let my pallu free?’ while my stretched hands headed for the tree trunk over my head.
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Automatically as I grabbed the tree trunk over my head, three things happened simultaneously. 1. My breasts pushed forward and rose above their normal level. 2. My pallu gave way and moved aside, putting into light a wide variety of otherwise hidden parts of my body, my midrib for one. 3. Mr.Nair’s expectant eye balls almost popped out of their sockets. My cheeks were becoming red upon seeing nair’s expression. He quickly recovered and regained his professional poise. ‘You are beautiful madam. Ravi is really gifted. Take this as a personal compliment from me.’ With that he moved behind his camera to see me through the frame to compose the shots. He clicked a few really quickly then rose up. ‘Madam; lets start the trial shots now. Can you tilt your head a bit maintaining the pose?’ I titled my head. ‘Smile please madam’ and ‘click click click’ he was adding up the shots while I smiled at him coyly. ‘Beautiful madam, please raise your right leg a bit and rest it on the tree in the similar pose madam’ I lifted the right leg and the pallu moved farther apart now revealing my navel and a bit of the right breast as well once again causing nair’s eyes to pop out. I was really ashamed and tried to lower my hands to adjust the pallu when he said the now expected ‘so be it madam, here is the candidate shot for the wall. Please don’t move please.’ and clicked a several shots of me obscenely revealing my assets and the whole of the midrib region. ‘Please take your hand behind the tree and hold it behind you as though you are hugging it madam’. I lowered my hands and took it behind the tree and locked my palms together. He came close to me. ‘Madam I shall make some small adjustments if you don’t mind. Please stay where you are in that pose.’ without giving me time to think or react he placed his soft palms on my pallu at the shoulder and while I was looking he rolled it along the cross section of my body in the shape of a thread. He didn’t touch my boobs at all during the process leaving with me no other option but to think that he is doing his job. When I was just beginning to relax, he squatted in front of me and dug all his finger tips into the waist line of my saree, by doing so shocked me all over. I quickly brought my hands from behind to knock his hands off me. He coolly said ‘your hands over the head madam. I am just adjusting the level to make the shots come out sexy.’ He said it in a tone as though he couldn’t care less. One other main problem was his strong finger nails were brushing my hip and tickled me thoroughly. He had long nails. Excited a bit, I giggled now. ‘you… er.. it is tickling.’. I manage to form the words in between the fits of giggles. He seemed to be enjoying the situation too and liked the way I jerked my hip and tried to dig his fingers a bit deeper to tickle me further. I was thinking to myself ‘Should I have avoided those naughty fingers??’ while my stretched arms headed for the tree trunk obediently amidst my fitful giggles.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
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