My first time on a photo set

The Instagram message had left me a bit confused. I was a little thrilled that someone like that would take an interest in me without me having done anything to deserve or earn it, but I was also skeptical; because on the internet there are plenty of scams and sincerity is scarce.

I talked to the person responsible, María, at the end of the conversation, my doubts and skepticism disappeared, apparently it was a serious brand, independent, but with a desire for growth. They offered to pay me in cash or by trade, something I could decide later, for now, I had a date with María in her office and if everything went well, that same day we would do the session.

I still haven't told you where the story is going, right? María was the representative of an independent lingerie brand. They had seen me on Instagram and apparently my profile seemed interesting enough to be a model for their brand, or at least for a photo shoot. I had never done anything like that before, but I was very excited, although, between us, I have to confess that the exposure I was going to receive gave me a little fear.

The date was on Thursday afternoon. I was anxious all week, but when the time came, my anxiety turned into insecurity. I went alone to the interview location, a mistake, I know, but I have to anticipate that everything turned out well in this story. It was a fairly austere building, not neglected or appearing in bad condition, but its facade was cold, with mirrored windows and a huge hall at the entrance, with a table at the end where a security guard asked for my ID and made me announce before I could enter; the typical office building.

Ramiro, the photographer, presented himself to me. Being a man gave me even more nerves, but he was a very friendly guy, attractive at first glance. He was tall, very tall, if not 2 meters, he was very close to them, with a Van Dyke-style beard and mustache – yes, I Googled it.

to be able to tell you in detail - and hair long that I had gathered up high on my head.

— You can look at the study and browse what you want — he said kindly — the coffee machine is free, no ticket required.

I left my purse and, with a bit of shyness, started looking around the study. It was a very large office, with many lights and things I didn't know, but surely served to improve the lighting. I left my purse on a table and started looking at photos on the wall. There was everything, although it caught my attention seeing some naked photos there; all very carefully and artistic, but interesting enough to make me blush at something I saw.

Ramiro approached and stood next to me, looked at the photos in silence, although I was startled by his sudden presence and took a small jump that he responded with a laugh and an apology for scaring me. It was just the surprise, I hadn't seen him coming.

— Is all this place owned by the brand? — I asked surprised. A independent brand counted with a photographic study like this?

— No — Ramiro replied immediately — The studio is mine, they hired me just for the session

I was surprised by the level and professionalism I saw in his photos. Things like that had only seen on the internet.

— You're excellent — I said timidly. What's going on with you?

He smiled silently, saw the corners of his lips part to respond, but my phone rang in that moment to alert a call. With a hand gesture, I apologized and answered, it was María.

With much regret and some guilt, she warned me that she was running late and would arrive two hours later at our meeting. She told me that, unfortunately, I had arrived early, which made her feel even more guilty, and now a little bit so did I, although I alleviated the tension with a smile accompanied by a 'don't worry, Ramiro is giving me a tour of his studio' and consequently a abrupt turn of my body to face away from him Why did he have to mention it? What shame!

— So a tour? — joked after I cut off

— Sorry! — I apologized immediately. — It's just that I think he felt a little bad for bothering me, wanted to break the tension.

— Had you posed before? — asked

A conversation accompanied by coffee emerged between the two of us. He had a lot of experience, told me about his best sessions, some awards he had won –and visible in the studio– and also a bit about his life. He was forty years old and photography wasn't just his passion, it was his lifestyle.

I separated from him a little to snoop around at what María had prepared. He was the one who told me there was a box with products from the brand for the session, and he ended up winning my impulse to know what they wanted me to put on. There was everything, from decent and modest sets to some very played and provocative ones. I felt somewhat confident with Ramiro at that moment, so I didn't get shy when showing him a black thong, small, accompanied by my incredulous expression like Do I really have to pose with this?

— It's beautiful — he responded, looking away from his camera, cleaning the lenses at the time — The black goes well with any type of body or person... But I think your color is another.

I raised an eyebrow, even more incredulous. What was he saying?

— What does that mean? — reproached me in part joking, in part indignant — My favorite color is black

— And I don't say it's bad — he stopped me — but it's playing it safe.

He approached my location and put his hand in the box to take out a set that obviously had seen before.

— This one, on the other hand, would look divine on you.

— Pink... — reproached me again, taking the box away from him.

— Don't you trust my judgment?

I sighed, with many reasons to... debate why the black was my color but he also had many arguments to refute and was quite good with words. I ended up ending the conversation with a foolish impulse.

I went behind a screen in the study and tried on the set. It weighed me down and hurt to admit that he was right, not just the color, but the set looked much better than I expected; but my pride wouldn't let me lose the debate.

— See? — I came out and showed myself — Horrible

Ramiro laughed. I sighed indignantly, but it didn't last long when I realized I was practically naked in front of him. And they'll say: You would have done it anyway! But it's not the same! I blushed like a tomato and ran back to the screen again, although Ramiro's voice brought me back to reality.

— Do you want to try? — I heard.

I peeked out and he was adjusting some lights towards an area where there was a white tarpaulin –which probably has a name-. He pointed to an X on the floor and showed me the camera in his hands.

I don't know why I felt so shy at that moment, I'm not like that, but I approached slowly until he indicated and stayed standing. He invited me to pose and prepared to take some photos. There was too much stiffness in my body, and it's something he remarked a few times, saying the poses weren't natural. He came up to me after the tenth failed attempt and without warning or permission, touched my leg to adjust me, my arms and waist. He put me in an unusual position, something uncomfortable, but told me to take a breath and relax; then he took the photo.

A really incredible photo. The photographer's talent and experience were evident.

I let go more after that. Photo by photo, my recently discovered shyness disappeared and left out a more charismatic side of me, or at least that's how I felt. Ramiro gave instructions, asked for other poses, and I fulfilled all of them; even used the lingerie set. that the brand had brought for the session and I changed several times the set. I let myself be carried away, actually enjoyed what I was doing, although part of me was taking me to take impulses, and those impulses made me more played with. The poses were getting more suggestive, and Ramiro encouraged me to keep going down that path. Adrenaline coursed through my body, my lungs full of air made me dizzy, and I felt like my heart was beating stronger and stronger - nerves? No, it wasn't that anymore. I saw Ramiro so stoic, so professional, he was in a completely opposite point to mine, and at one moment that started to bother me - how could I be so excited and he still go on as if nothing? The experience he had in his work was worthy of admiration, but then I was willing to break it. At that moment, I was wearing a red lace set. The thong was very delicate, the patterns in the lace exquisite, the red very intense and passionate. Between the thin layer of the corset you could see an incipient part of my nipple. I looked at Ramiro with mischief, he still seemed absorbed in his work. Repeatedly I tried to look at his pants to see if he noticed anything, but I couldn't distinguish, the lights pointing towards me were very strong and from him only saw a shadow. Kneeling on the floor, I ran my hand over my stomach until I placed my thumb on the edge of the thong. My other hand went immediately to my lips to play with them, I looked distracted at another part while biting my finger. The camera click warned me each time he took a new photo, and then I changed position without him saying anything. I lowered my other hand, both hands pushed my thong gently, you could see more of my skin, and provoked by getting to the lowest point, although I didn't. Another photo and then my joined hands ran over my waist, reached the lower part of my breasts, rested on them, another photo and then they clung, and another photo. I slowly rose, playing with the indices over my nipples, I felt the long-awaited click, unexpected this time, and I clung to the edge of the bra with my index fingers. I launched a provocative glance at the camera.

Ramiro wasn't saying anything, I stayed quiet waiting for him to say something, looking at him with my gaze asking am I still? but there was no response. I pressed with my index fingers and slowly lowered the bra, leaving the areola exposed, another photo. It seemed like it was communicating with the camera, the click gave me the okay, encouraging me to keep going. And that's what I did, I lowered it completely, letting my breasts escape from the delicate red fabric that covered them.

I didn't hear the click.

I raised my gaze.

The photographer had lowered his camera. The dim light showed only a silhouette standing there, with both arms at his sides of his body, holding the camera in one hand. I noticed nerves in him, his arms were trembling.

— It would be nice to have a photo like this — I provoked before his silence and took off my bra completely. Even on my knees, I let my tits fall by gravity, lifted them with my forearm — What do you think?

I saw him lift his camera, although his movements were slow and tremulous, as if his peculiar and strikingly effective way of communicating through clicks was starting to stutter. I smiled, this time with more mischief, feeling very deeply the pleasure of having broken him.

Click, another photo.

I sat on the floor, both hands behind me, slowly opened my legs. I had started to get wet a while ago, but he hadn't noticed until that moment when, surely, the lens of his camera captured that moisture in my legs.

And another photo...

My hand moved slowly along my body, a series of clicks indicated that I had taken photos of my action, I positioned myself over my vagina, my fingers moving slowly and getting wet as they caressed softly the delicate pink button under the soft fabric of the thong.

And once more a photo.

— Can I... See that last photo, Rami? — I said in a soft, sharp voice, almost purring at my photographer.

I could see him approaching slowly, looking somewhat nervous as he walked. It surprised me to see someone with his portfolio, experience, and photos on his wall being so timid. Probably it was his complete professionalism and the way he stuck to the rules of his work that made him get disoriented in a situation like this.

I changed my position, no longer sitting but getting down on my knees in front of him when he got close. He lowered his hands to show me the camera. I placed my right hand on his leg and with the other, caressed his hand as I held onto his camera to see the photo. I looked up, biting my lower lip, and could see him completely blushing.

— You're very good at taking photos — I purred again.

It gave me security and confidence to see how the roles had been reversed. Like me, initially timid, had managed to bring out the more primitive and wild Cami from within, and like him, secure, professional, stoic, he had completely broken down before my desires, possibly of the most slutty model who had posed in front of his camera.

He took a step back, but I went back to him. I stayed looking at him, and he tried to look at me, but his gaze didn't know where to settle. What did he have to do in that moment? Was I provoking him with a joke and irony, or trying to calm him down to make him feel more comfortable?

— Since we're close, take some photos from here — I asked in a childish voice, but still trying to sound sensual for his ears.

He lifted the camera up and pointed it at me, kneeling as I probably was in the photo. My lips were bitten, provoking the lens, clearly with the camera in hand he felt more confident.

I caressed his legs and held onto his pants tightly while sitting on my heels to give him another shot. I had started taking photos in ráfagas and I would get excited by the sound and the slight tremor I felt in his legs. I let out a giggle and looked to one side, then tried again to make eye contact with him through the lens of his camera and ran my hands up his legs until I reached the zipper of his pants.

He didn't say anything, he didn't complain, he didn't move, he didn't react; but in my hands I could feel a clear response to all the doubts that had been plaguing me since a few minutes ago. There was something very hard pulsing inside his pants, and my hands, bold and curious, ventured to discover it. I slowly lowered the zipper, and when there was no reaction from him, I continued, accepting the permission granted by his silence. Under the cotton of his boxer shorts, the contour of his member felt even stronger.

— You've got something very big hidden here — I spoke again into the camera lens.

One last movement was enough to get it out. It was the biggest cock I'd seen that month. It was very hard and hot, and in my hands I could feel it pulsating when I grasped it. One hand wasn't enough, I could hold it with both, and I smiled at the camera, waiting for the response, the famous click we had been conversing about for a while.

And the photo didn't take long to arrive.

I played with my hands, started masturbating him, forgetting about the photos, although I still felt the sound every time I made another one. I was caressing my cheek with the tip of his glans and daring to give the first licks to his shaft, provoking him, even though I realized how sensitive he was at that moment because his legs were trembling and suffering certain spasms when his glans, which was starting to get wet, rubbed against my skin.

— Relax, Rami. Don't we want this to end so quickly? — I asked. He looked agitated.

I lowered my hands and put them on my knees to push myself up. Once standing next to him, I put the camera aside and pressed my hand firmly onto his chest, anxious and trembling, with the strong beat of his heart pounding wildly due to excitement.

I kissed his neck, licked the place I had kissed, and climbed up to his cheek. He was so tall that I had to stand on tiptoes to reach it. I tried to control his breathing, make him calm down. My other hand went down, this time diverting his attention from the enormous penis that yearned for contact. I took care of undoing his belt and then unbuttoned his pants, which fell to his ankles. I looked down, it had grown.

— Touch me, Rami — I ordered in a sweet voice

I took a step back and exposed myself to him. I lowered my hands and intertwined my fingers behind my back. My breasts were at his mercy. He crouched down to put the camera on the floor and approached timidly. With my gaze, I invited him to shed his timidity, biting my lips again. I won't lie, I was also nervous, agitated, and my heart was vomiting adrenaline. I tried to contain my agitated breathing, but the heat could get to me.

I felt his hand gently grasping my breast, the other following a few seconds later. He started massaging my breasts very smoothly, lacking experience. I looked at him fixedly in the eyes as he approached. I was trying to get him over his timidity. He came a little closer to me, although I couldn't help but laugh at how he did it.

— And if you take off your pants? You're walking like a penguin — I joked

Blushing, nervous and embarrassed by my comment, he tried to take them off, but tripped and didn't fall because I grabbed his arms to prevent it. I looked at him again, laughed again.

— Do you need help?

I knelt in front of him, took off his socks, and finally not only his pants, but also his boxer briefs, abandoned the game. I looked up at him from my position and grasped myself with one hand. I sighed, the excitement, adrenaline, and fear for my mischief combined into a beautiful sensation that made me excited and fly. A pleasure without having done anything more than grabbing it. A shiver ran through my body, but it wasn't something bad. I bit my lip again, this time involuntarily, not to provoke it, but as a reflexive act trying to calm myself down. I opened my mouth and leaned in, finally my tongue savored his pink gland, which entered into communion with my lips, my saliva, the humidity of my tongue, and Ramiro's first moan of pleasure that sounded like music to my ears. It was a very unreal situation. What was happening? Why was it happening? I didn't care about anything anymore. The lights shining on my position, an attractive boy with such a big cock and all for me, was the perfect argument for a porno, and now that cock filled my mouth and I was doing my best to make it last as long as possible. I had fantasized something like this so many times, I had touched myself under the sheets imagining him, and now for some strange reason, whim of fate, it was happening in such an unexpected way. Will it be because, unconsciously, that's why I accepted the photo shoot? His hand came closer to me. I felt his fingers intertwining, timidly, between my curls. A caress on my cheek with the back of his hand ran across the skin and settled a strand of hair behind my ear. His gaze downward had landed on me, something more confident, more secure. His movements were more confident now, but still soft and careful, and I liked that. The tenderness in his attitude excited me despite having him on his knees and with his enormous cock in my mouth. I stepped back for a moment to take a breath and smiled at him this time, not avoiding the naughtiness, but with sincerity. I wiped the corner of my lips with my hand and leaned my back against the floor, on the white carpet where I was setting up the photo shoot. I opened my legs to welcome him and extended my arms forward, calling for his proximity. He knelt down, finished taking off his clothes – only the sweater remained In him - and advanced gate to leave my body between his arms and his hip between my legs. He flexed his arms to lower himself and kissed my lips. I hugged his back and one of my hands grasped his nape to deepen that kiss. As he pulled away, I could see the vapor rising from our mouths. I shuddered in another delicious shiver when I felt his penis rub against my legs and come to rest on my thong.

-- Please, Ramiro, do it already -- I begged.

I felt his hand running along my thong to make room, but a clumsy movement that prevented him from finding the right place. I lowered my hand without stopping looking at him, grabbed him by the trunk, and helped his movements. With a very soft thrust, he covered my vagina completely until it was full. I could feel between my fingers that he hadn't entered all of me, yet I felt him so deep inside me.

I moved my hips begging for him to start moving. He was trying to control his movements, doing it slowly, maybe nervous? I didn't want to pressure him, let him feel comfortable. I wrapped my legs around his waist and accompanied each of his thrusts. His back straightened, he pulled away from me, leaving me feeling the cold of the distance, but his hands soon found my breasts and started playing with them. He was holding on now more tightly and accompanying his games with the movement of his hips that were slowly molding to him.

The slapping of his penis in the humidity of her vagina sounded delicious and I got excited listening to it. I begged for that moment to become eternal, I was enjoying it, and he was doing it so soft, yet so tasty.

-- Ramiro... -- I purred -- I'm coming...

I moaned biting my words in a deep pleasure. He bent his back again, crossed his arm behind my back, and his hand rested on my nape. I could feel my breasts flattening against his chest and his mouth finding mine once more. His hips accelerated, the smooth and constant rhythm becoming dizzying. I accompanied my moans and seemed to be guided by them. I gave myself more force, deeper and the pleasure increased until it was so great that I couldn't contain it anymore.

My legs hugged his body tightly and my arms did the same. Unconsciously, I dug my nails into his shoulders as I felt electricity coursing through every part of my body. I moaned loudly, very loudly, and gasped at the moment of cum. I trembled for a moment and lost all the strength in my grip, letting my arms fall to the sides and releasing the embrace of my legs that held him captive against my body.

He pulled it out, grasped his penis between his hands, and prepared to masturbate until he came, but the excitement was so great that he didn't need to work much at it. Almost immediately, his cum bathed the lower part of my belly and pelvis completely. He let himself fall onto me and gave me another kiss on the lips. His semen felt warm on my skin.

-- You're the best photographer I've ever known in my life, Rami -- I joked, looking at the ceiling.

I hope you enjoyed it. This time I tried to be a little more free, I let myself go. Fantasy is mine and that's why I had more room to fly my imagination. I'm still a bit out of practice, but I'm feeling more comfortable when writing. Thanks to all for your very kind comments on my previous story!If you enjoyed this story, don't forget to leave me your comment, favorite and +10. I don't know why all that matters but I saw everyone asking for it and I also want hahaIf you want to, you can search for my Telegram channel 'once upon a time, Snow' I'm quite active and there you can interact with me a bit more directly! I read the comments!