The Photo Studio

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 school
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

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

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.

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.

Eventually, he pulled the waist line of my saree much lower than it
was originally. My navel was almost in the middle between the saree
and blouse. All his activities hardened my nipples and they are fully
erect now. He placed his palm between the navel and the saree
waistline to make sure that it is deep enough. I can’t believe myself
that I was letting him do all this to me. While measuring the gap his
little finger (un)intentionally entered my deep navel and lingered
there longer than necessary causing me to gasp and jerk again when he
applied some pressure. In that pose of mine he was very happy. ‘Ravi
will be going crazy if he sees you in this pose; before you move I
shall take some pictures’. I was thinking, while posing there, ‘Would
Ravi love to see me in this pose?’ I was not so sure anymore although
ravi has urged me to expose as long as am comfortable. I was getting a
feeling that this was going beyond a level. ‘Mr.Nair, can we stop the
shoot with this picture please? I think I am not interested anymore.’
I was a bit firm in the request. Mr.Nair thought a bit, ‘but madam,
what happened to you all of a sudden? I thought you would oblige for
my part of the deal, but if you say that you are not interested any
more then it is alright with me. Just a few more snaps in the next set
please with your same costume. I think the dress you are wearing now
will suit more there. Please have a look at the set yourself. You’re
sure that you don’t want to try some of our costumes and are happy
with the trial one? we can of course digitally enhance it.’ I nodded
to him and said that it is enough and he could enhance these pictures
as he said and that I am not into trying those costumes shots of his.
I was a bit surprised that he agreed to my proposal a bit too readily
and didn’t even protest a bit. I was even a bit disappointed. I
followed him to the next part of the room to the set number two, which
was an old well type of set also of P-O-P and farm scenery wallpaper
as the background. He made me lean on the well and snapped a few shots
with various provocative poses. It was then he suggested, ‘madam I
can’t help thinking that the shots taken by ravi at the lake were also
portraying you to be topless and here would be a perfect setup for a
few shots without your blouse in the farm background as if you are
drawing water or carrying something to or from the village at the
background over your head. You can use your current costume itself as
it would suit the farmer girl type pose too. You can make it up for
the other pictures from ravi as well.’ Since he accepted to my
proposal to stop it at this point now it looked like I am almost under
obligation to him and I had to say yes. ‘If you only take a few snaps
and finish it off quickly then its ok with me.’ I heard myself giving
the approval. ‘OK madam, I shall be waiting. Please remove your
blouse. You can change behind the well if you want. While nodding to
him I noticed for the first time a small tent formed inside his dhoti.
I was thinking to myself ‘Should I have refused to remove my blouse?’
while my fingers headed for the hook.’

I went behind the well completely hidden from his view and turned my
head to see that he made himself busy with a book shuffling the pages
absently. I continued to unhook the rest of the hooks and quickly
removed it off me and tied my pallu really securely over my now naked
slightly sagged breasts and brought it around my back to tuck it tight
in my hip. I dissolved the ‘bun’ at my head and let the hair flow on
my shoulder. I quickly combed it using my fingers to the barest
approximation, just so it stays in place. It was covering one tenth of
my naked right shoulder. I walked from behind the well to meet him. He
bobbed his head up apparently speechless for a few moments and uttered
‘classic madam, I am sure these snaps will turn out to be classic’. He
was talking to himself, ‘soft yellow light with the amber touch ups..
glow on the left profile..sunlight effect on hair ends..bottom up
illumination from behind.. and walked inside. I was waiting for him a
bit nervously while he came back with a dummy bamboo basket and some
crop bundle. ‘Please pose as though you are carrying these on your
head madam. I wanted myself to tell you to undo your hair but you did
that yourself since this flowing hair suits the best if you pose with
the basket on your head’ while giving me instructions he took my
blouse I had placed on the well along with other things. I quickly
noticed that. I asked him to leave the blouse there. He said ‘It will
be a hindrance during the shoot here’ and started searching something
else. ‘Where is your bra madam?’ he asked me absently ‘I shall put
them together securely. Turning a shade redder I managed to utter ‘you
don’t have to worry about it mr.nair. I.. I hadn’t bo-th-er-ed to
we-ar it today.’ It somehow made me horny to talk dirty like this.
Mr.Nair gave a hearty laugh and said ‘Oh, I see madam’ and walked with
my blouse while I stood frozen watched him walk away just like that
with my blouse to the next room and while walking away from me, back
facing me, he sniffed it in a whiff. I don’t know how he felt, but
seeing him do that drove me crazy. He came back from the room inside
‘your blouse is safe there madam. Let’s start, first with some plain
pictures’. I nodded and leaned over the dummy well and smiled. He came
close to me and adjusted my hair such that a couple of my long locks
fall on my face up to my chin and it accentuated my looks by a
multitude of degrees. I liked his care for the level of details. He
clicked several shots from different angles from various distances and
zooms. He came closer to me and moved the pallu away from my back and
told me to lean on the wall like am trying to look inside. He captured
my full bare back view and told me to turn my face half way through to
look at the lens. I was beginning to relax slightly with my blouse
less attire and eased up a little and smiled for the first time. He
showered a lot of clicks until he was satisfied. Next, he handed me
the basket and told me to walk to the centre of the set so he can
cover as much background as he can get and told me to place the basket
over my head. I held the basket with a raised hand and posed as if I
was walking. The side and the base of my left breast were showing up a
bit which generated tingles in me again knowing that I am providing a
partially unabashed view to nair now. He clicked several shots in the
pose of me revealing my armpit and the fair mid rib region. My perky
nipples were clearly poking out of the saree now adding the
sensuousness to the shots I suppose. While I was leaning on the well
with my left hand standing at a corner right along the wall, my back
rested accidentally on a camouflaged switch on the wall. I heard the
noise of the switch go off and the next instance I felt myself
screaming. Nair ran towards me and stopped midway through laughing so
hard. I had been standing right under the shower of the studio and I
had turned the switch on by mistake. He pulled my shivering self away
from the water quickly and found the switch on the wall and turned it
off. By then, it was too late and I was soaked to my skin and my wet
hair sticking to my body. He explained that since the wiring for the
switch can’t be installed anywhere else it has to be behind the
wallpaper in the wall, its presence not obvious at all. He also
explained that this set is also typically used for the rain scene
shoots. While I was drenching wet he said, ‘hold on madam, I will take
you to the change room in a minute, but this is a priceless shot.’
Unable to react either way I was just staring at him as he clicked. I
was wiping the water off my face which in itself presented him with
more natural poses as my rain soaked pallu gave way obviously. I was
thinking to myself ‘Should I even need to wear a dress at all after
this?’ While my hands headed up to cover my obviously jutting out

After taking a series of snaps of the wet-me, mr.nair ran inside and
brought a towel and wrapped over my shoulder. He took me to the
changing room and told me to wait there. He came back, with a
colourful polka dotted thin long muslin cloth and a white shirt which
was looking many times smaller than my size. ‘Madam, I can’t seem to
find the clothes of right size fir you. Please change into this after
removing your wet clothes, I shall dry it in the drier we have next
door and bring them back.’ Left with no other choice I meekly nodded
and got the clothes from him. I removed my saree that was sticking to
my body and untied the petticoat and kicked myself out of it. I hung
them both on the change room door and started wiping my wet hair and
skin dry with the towel. As he just explained Nair’s large hands
grabbed my wet clothes from the door and they disappeared in front of
my eyes. With a crooked smile nair commented, ‘madam did you not
bother to wear panty too when you had planned to visit our shop?’ and
without waiting for an answer he walked away. I was thinking about the
turn of events and the way I got reduced to nothing systematically
here, and was made to stand in this studio buck naked within 45
minutes’ time. Strangely I was getting more and more excited. Quickly
wiping myself dry I wrapped around my hip the thin silky cloth he gave
me. It was sufficiently long to wrap around me and in fact the
material l was so soft and nice, but it was barely crossing my knee.
So, I had to wear it as low as possible to let it fall at least a few
inches below knee. I had never worn anything like that in my life
ever. It was soft, silky and long yet it was flimsy and thin. Since it
was too long in width I wrapped around me once tightly, and then took
a few neat frills and tucked it almost in the saree style. The thin
silky cloth did complete justice by portraying the features of my
gorgeous butt and exhibited the shape of my body without any betrayal.
Omission of any traces of panty line added to the effect. This fact
was obvious when I saw myself in the mirror. Next, I tried to fit
myself into the thin loose sleeveless white shirt. It was loose at the
sides but horribly tight across the breasts, if I had tried to button
it I can only manage to button up just the one in the middle out of
the 3 buttons in the shirt. So I let the top and the bottom ones
unbuttoned. I was thinking to myself ‘Should I have retained my wet
saree??’ while my hands headed for the hem of the towel-skirt to pull
it down a bit more to cover my thighs.

I looked myself at the full length mirror and I was looking so
different. I have never exposed so much skin in my life after wearing
a dress. Still I liked the way I looked and in a unique way I was
looking hot. I did some touch ups here and there with outfit. I dried
the hair once again and used the comb in the room to quickly do my
hair. When I was trying my hair high above my head as a bun, I heard
nair knocking the door. I was doing some serious thinking if I should
open the door in first place and then finally decided to after the
persistent knocking and lots of ‘madam’s from nair. When I did open
the door fully and stood facing nair, his expression was something
beyond words. He looked at me as if I am an angel descended right into
his studio. My breasts were arrested in such a tight shirt secured
with a single button that they were looking as if they might burst out
of the dress any minute. The soft muslin cloth tied around my hip was
revealing my features instead of hiding. It started a good 3 inches
below my navel and ended a few inches below my knee. I must have been
one hot package presenting myself in front of nair. Nair still managed
to talk. ‘madam you look stunningly beautiful. Why don’t you try this
on?’ He fetched a large Mexican hat for me. It was a large round hat
with a huge base and lots of flower work embroidered on the front
side. ‘Here madam, this will suit you very well with the rest of the
outfit. I knew you would look stunning in this’. when I lifted my arms
to wear the hat on my head he was taking a peek at the base of my bare
tits under that short tight shirt without the last button on. ‘Madam,
Can you pose in the beach set with this dress for a few shots for me?
Since you we have to wait for your saree to come off the drier which
will take probably half an hour’ I was thinking why not, there is
nothing to loose now and plus which, I really liked the way the large
beautiful hat changed my looks. It fitted just over my bunched up hair
as if it was designed for my head. I was looking a little tom boyish
as the hat covered three-fourth of my hair. I agreed for a few snaps
and began to walk and I could feel the cool air brushing against me
through the gap in the soft muslin cloth wrapped around my hip and
reach up there only to make me feel more excited. I was thinking to
myself ‘Should I have refused to pose in this outfit?’ while I headed
towards the set.

Nair told me to lean on the tree trunk and redo the same pose once
again with my hands behind and right leg resting on tree. He came
close to me and let those locks of semi-wet hair to fall on my face. I
leaned back my body on the tree and wore the Rayban he gave me on my
face, lifted my right leg to rest on the tree and held the trunk with
my hands behind. I cocked my face to my left to face mr.nair and he
shouted ‘brilliant madam. The frills of the soft cloth flowed
beautifully in between my legs seamlessly. This is going to be the
best shooting experience of my life ever.’ and he started clicking
wildly. I smiled radiantly at him as I liked my pose as well. He came
closer to me and was clicking me from all the possible angles and when
he came closer to my feet I had a feeling that he is prying for an
upshot view of my thigh. I looked away from the lens not having the
mind to look into it when he was peeping. Nair was through with his
session. ‘Madam, one additional thing’ he came close to me and took
the coolers off my face. He tilted the hat fully to cover my face
completely. My face was now fully covered and he slowly whispered near
my face ‘time for some outright seductive shots now!’ it was more of
an order than a request. I was feeling a bit thrilled by his words and
since my face was fully hidden behind the hat, I couldn’t figure out
what was happening and the hat gave me the much needed cover. I felt
nair’s hands gently pull my hands from their position behind the tree.
‘Now, hold the base of your breasts with your hands and squeeze them a
bit’. I found myself doing as I was told. My large pointy nipples were
clearly visible behind the white transparent shirt. When I pressed and
lifted my breasts the hard nipples poked out even more through the
shirt. ‘and bend forward a little more in the same pose’ was the next
command. He pulled me a little forward as well by lightly grabbing my
shoulder. ‘Nice cleavage shots these would be. These irresistibly
beautiful breasts are fighting to free up and come out, but it can
wait. So, here we go.’ and he started clicking me. I didn’t fail to
notice the sudden absence of madam while he addressed me and the more
commanding tone he took now. While he was through with my cleavage he
came close to me. There was no other sound but for the rustle made by
the movement of his dhoti while he walked towards me. ‘And now is the
time to free them up a bit’ with that he popped the middle and the
only button of the tight shirt. I squealed and asked him what he was
doing covering my bare chest with my hands immediately. I couldn’t see
what he was doing since I was hiding myself behind the hat. ‘Need to
slightly adjust your standing pose’ with that he rested his arms just
as light as a feather on the folds of my hip on either side. ‘You have
a very beautiful body you know?’ while talking to me his hands
wandered on my midrib region and he was carefully listening to my
breath coming up in short gasps. ‘Enough to bring a whole army down to
its knees you know’ while continuing his talk, his index finger rested
on my navel and he noticed a clear strong gasp from me. He circled his
little finger in the skin around the navel and noticed me buckling my
belly and let out a slight moan. He took his hand off the area
immediately and opened my shirt wider so it was almost down to half
the shoulder. He lowered the waist line of the muslin cloth some more
by grabbing at the frills and pulling it down as a whole, gently by a
few centimetres. An additional few centimetres, would have brought the
beginning of my soft clean shaven mound into view. He took a lot of
clicks now from various angles. ‘Can you please change it a bit and
exchange your hands to cover your left breast with the right hand and
vice versa.’ When he popped the button off, he must have gotten only a
glimpse of my naked breasts. I was thinking to myself ‘Should I have
called the whole thing off?’ while I headed to change my hands really
quickly not wanting to put up a long show.

‘That’s ultimate. You are looking positively beautiful.’ He took a few
more snaps praising me all the way through, constantly throwing
flattering comments about one of the body parts. He came close to me
‘time for complete back shots’ and pulled me toward him and turned me
in a whiff. Before I could think of what was going on, he stood behind
me and pulled my hands off my and pulled towards him and quickly
peeled the shirt off me and let me standing there completely topless.
I recovered and quickly covered my bare tits with a squeal. I was
about to protest and he beat me to it. ‘Stand here sweetie’. He pulled
me away from the tree completely and spun me around. I was so glad
that I was wearing the huge hat and didn’t want to go through the
embarrassment of facing him. I must have been facing away from me I
suppose. While I was standing covering my breasts, he came close to me
and held his hands at my waist softly and slowly spun me around and
whispered near my face. ‘Time for some frontal shots now’ and released
his hands with some force and moved away to take more clicks. While he
was doing his business I realised that the soft muslin cloth tied
around me lost its grip considerably due to persistent handling while
he spun me around. I was faced with a situation. He continued clicking
when I rasped ‘Stop for a minute. I need to tighten the cloth at my
hip. It’s loosing its grip’ (so was my situation. I am loosing the
grip over the situation by the second). ‘Oh don’t worry about it’ he
cooed. He came close to me next instance and I suppose squatted in
front of me. Both his hands were on the waist line of the long muslin
cloth. He undid the frills fully, but holding the cloth in position he
expertly took the frills and tightly tucked it in, perhaps a better
job than mine, given the situation. I was growing all hot from head to
toe with every minute touch he made. He might have had a fleeting
glance of my pussy when he was taking the frills. I was getting horny
and wet at the thought of that. After tightening he placed his palm
between the navel and the frills as if measuring the gap and seconds
later his fingers targeted the centrepiece of my midrib. I let out a
noticeably sharp gasp when his little finger entered my deep navel
while he spread his palm over my belly. His other finger pawed me and
sprawled all over while his little finger was drawing circles. By now
it must have been very very obvious to him that my navel is the
triggering point to break my dams of passion and turn me on. His voice
grew coarse now ‘Some dirt in there. One minute. Let me clean that’
with that I found his long hot tongue entering my navel and drawing
circles while I found myself gasping loudly now. He had me in control.
After some lapping with the tongue there he fingered the area some
more. He said ’It’s cleaned now’ and left me gasping there and went
few steps away and took a few more shots. I was literally boiling hot
inside with passion caused by prolonged heavy petting. There was no
sound from him for a few seconds. Then he came close to me and placed
his arms on my hip and spun me around. ‘Time for a full back view my
beautiful lady’ and while muttering those words his hands gripped the
muslin cloth around me at the frills and in a fleeting moment with
such a force he pulled at the frills and yanked it off me. My only
reaction was a hollow gasp. The image of the Gandhi statue opening
ceremony held in our town while I was a youngster came to my mind. He
went back with the last piece of my clothing in his hand. In a fresh
rush of shame I crossed my legs although I was facing away from him (I
believed). ‘Yours is the most wonderful back I have seen ever’ nair
uttered. After what seemed like an eternity he took a million or so
snaps of my naked back and all the while letting me boil in passion he
finally said ‘turn around now’ I was thinking of myself ‘Should I have
asked for the towel back’ while I headed to face him, with my hands
covering my privates.

He clucked his tongue upon looking at me. ‘My oh my.. what a beautiful
thing we have here. Your honey pot looks nicely shaven and smooth.
Ravi is very lucky.’ With that he took a few more pictures of me full
nude save the large hat. I just can’t believe still that I had let him
talk me into posing full nude for him showing him everything letting
him describe about my privates and all. I was hearing the clicks for a
few minutes without interruption and a big silence after that. After
what felt like a millennium I heard foot steps then. I noticed the
clothes rustle missing this time! Before I could think of the
consequences of the missing rustle I felt a hot tongue resting on my
navel. Next instance nair’s hand were crawling up on my hip on either
side and finding their way behind He must have been kneeling in front
of me. His hands grabbed my globes behind and started caressing me. I
gasped and moaned as his hands kneaded my buttocks and his tongue was
busy lapping my navel. My whole body was writhing with pleasure. I was
amazed at the softness of his palms. He ran his fingers along the
middle of the valley between them globes up and down. I was wondering
to myself how come he knew that I am hypersensitive there. He gripped
my buttocks with some force now and his tongue descended from my navel
and travelled towards my more than inviting expectant vagina. I
readily parted my thighs when he pressed his chin in between my
thighs. His tongue lapped and cleaned my pussy lips thoroughly. I
heard a ‘mmmmm’ from down below. He brought his hands from my buttocks
a bit lower and let his fingers attack my pussy directly from behind
me. I let out a loud ‘aaaah’ of course not due to pain and parted my
legs much wider now. His tongue reaching the prime spot started
licking my inner lips. I was thinking to myself ‘Should I need to
cover my breasts anymore??’ while my hands headed for his head.

It felt good to run my fingers along nair’s curly hair and letting
them lock in the curls. I felt that I was gripping his hair harder and
harder. Nair released one had from my behind and the next instance it
was caressing the underside of my soft left breast. I moaned louder in
passion when his fingers circled my hard nipples. His hands were so
soft; in fact it must have been softer than mine! I let him play with
my nipple. His naughty fingers drew circles and pinched me ever so
slightly. It was a sharp contrast to Ravi’s rough handling all the
time. It was an eye-opener to me to know that how much sensitive I am
to the soft touches. He continued to lick my inner lips and now taut
clit. It was just the right force being applied there. He gently
pulled the skin at the clit with his teeth. I sensed the building
climax inside me looming to erupt any minute. I moaned louder and
louder. Taking the cue mr.nair briefly interrupted his tongue-lapping
act and inserted a finger deep inside my completely wet pussy and took
out and continued to lap his tongue in me. Next instance, I realized
the reason for him doing so. He ran his fingers along my crevice and
at the mid point he pushed his now very moist index finger. To even my
surprise it slipped easily into the orifice there. Momentarily I
jerked and found myself standing in tip toes while he inserted me
there. Then he continued to lick and play with my pussy in deliberate
slow circles and his finger in me from behind was now moving back and
forth slowly giving me a painful pleasure, while his free hand was
gently massaging my tits and pinching my nipples alternatively. I
couldn’t take this sequence very long I moaned louder and louder. My
frequency of moaning increased rapidly and so did his pace. At one
point I felt myself going rigid and then let out a loud cry combined
with convoluted spasms of my muscles all over. I came out very loud
and strongly and it lasted for several seconds long. I was thoroughly
spent and was sweating all over. Nair stood up and scooped me as I was
about to collapse. I was thinking to myself ‘Should I need a hand
kerchief now?’ while I headed into mr.nair’s arms.

Mr.Nair was carrying me like he would carry a pillow to the bed. I
realized while he carried me away that he had removed his shirt. He
walked a few steps and placed me on what felt like a bench. I am so
grateful for the hat though. I felt his presence by my side. I let my
hands wander over while lying on the bench and found his strong
thighs. He has ridden his dhoti as well! To my surprise I was letting
my hands linger there longer than necessary enjoying the stiffness of
his muscles. He moved and spread his legs and either side of the bench
and began stroking my breasts. My nipples responded to him immediately
and the familiar tingle in me started again. ‘The best pair of breasts
alive right in front of me’ he commented as he continued to knead them
with both hands and fondled them gently. I let my hands traverse above
his thighs slowly taking time. Still with the hat covering my face,
this temporary blindness is an incredible turn on with my mind trying
to anticipate what I would expect next on my touch and what to expect
from his naughty hands. I ran my manicured nails along his inner thigh
as he let out a moan. My hands finally met his tight balls. It really
felt good cupping them with my fingers. He let out a soft sigh as I
cupped his. Nair was standing over me with his legs divided on either
side of the bench giving me brilliant access to his balls. I gave his
balls a good squeeze and nair moaned an ‘aaaah’ loud. Of course he
enjoyed it. Tracing my fingers around the balls for a long duration
teasing him sufficiently I ran my fingers along the base of his shaft.
He let out a low growl as I began my pilgrimage and my fingers began
their quest of reaching the tip of his shivlinga It was my turn to be
surprised. As I kept moving my fingers he kept growling louder, but
what was not happening was that I did not reach the tip yet. My
fingers kept going on and on and on for what seemed like an endless
journey. I was thinking to myself ‘Should I have to move my finger
faster?’ while I headed for my destination.

That was one journey which I couldn’t really complain of. I finally
managed to find the tip and my finger needed a rest. So I encircled my
palm around the tip as mr.nair pinched my nipples harder. I pushed the
foreskin of his massive shaft downwards and felt the softer ‘real’ tip
and started circling it. He seemed to enjoy the sensation and let out
loud moans now. I thought to myself in a wicked way ‘It is your turn
now to moan mister!’ and smiled myself at how childish it sounded. I
moved his penis back and forth and then let while cupping his balls
and gently squeezing it with the other hand. He moaned louder and not
being able to withstand any further he moved a step forward towards me
and his hand pushed my hat off my face. This was something I didn’t
expect as I was getting fairly comfortable hiding my face under the
hat. The first thing I saw after remaining under cover for what seemed
to be an enormous time was his huge monster thing looming just
centimetres above my face. I let out a sharp gasp in sheer surprise.
Next thing I realised he pushed his massive took o brush along my
lips. I was still holding it in my hands and despite myself I found my
lips parting. I took my tongue out to explore the skin of his member.
I moved my skin along the side of it and then reached the top. He was
gripping my tighter as I made circles on the tip pushing the foreskin
below. I licked the tip with my now hungry tongue for some time. He
moved his hip back and forth. I took his tool in between my open lips
and guided it slowly. I closed my lips and he suddenly pushed it
inside with some force. I felt it hit the base of my throat. He took
over and rocked his thing back and forth inside his mouth for a few
minutes. It felt good. I cupped and played around with his balls all
the time and even pinched them making him jerk. It felt good. While
having his tool in completely I grabbed his tight but large butt and
ran my nails along the still muscles. It felt good too. I was still
ogling at his wide eyed chest and ran my fingers along his wide chest.
It was then he decided that it was time for the kill. He removed his
tool from my mouth and lifted both my legs in the air easily and then
spread them wider. He inserted his huge thing in me and it went in
easily half way through. He pushed his powerful frame and pushed it
further to let it in fully. He then stood in that position and rocked
back and forth. I ran my fingers on his hairy chest and pinched his
nipples periodically. He gasped and moved his torso back and forth
over and over. His hand in the process tweaked my nipples and made me
go crazy. I felt that raising orgasm inside me too. He was moving his
whole body back and forth now and in spite of the A/C both of us were
sweating profusely. The beads of sweat in his forehead made him look
more macho and attractive. After a few more strokes and the passing of
a few more minutes I sensed his stiffening muscle and almost at the
same time I was beginning to build faster inside me. He stiffened his
whole self and let out a long low growl while he came in me in long
jerks while I found myself screaming with pleasure as I had hit it
again for the second time within a matter of few minutes. I was
thinking to myself ‘Should there be a third?’ while I released my
aching muscles off him with a smile and headed to sit on the bench by
his side.

I was sitting on the stool for a few minutes glancing absently at the
beach scenery, lost in confused thoughts still naked wearing the hat
again not covering my face this time. Mr.Nair came back, fully dressed
now with my saree, petticoat and blouse in his hand. He placed them by
my side and before I could protest he clicked a few shots of my tired
face and naked body after two thunderous orgasms. ‘For my personal
satisfaction. I shall give it to you as well if you want’. After
cleaning up hastily, I dressed myself up with my OWN clothes and left
hurriedly. While at the door I heard Mr.Nair shout ‘Madam, come back
sometime in the afternoon to collect some of the pictures. To complete
your part of the deal, and don’t forget the pictures taken by ravi.
They must still be lying on the chair in the front office. I grabbed
the cover containing the pictures on my way out. I was thinking to
myself ‘Should I ever go back to that place again, leave alone
collecting the pictures for my part of the deal??’ as I headed to my
home entering the hot and humid street in the May afternoon.


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