- Good evening! Are you Vlad?
- Good evening! Exactly, in person. You are ready? Then let's go, it's not far from here.
- Okay, but let's just switch to "you".
This dialogue took place at a bus stop already in a twilight city. I found your ad in which you were looking for a professional photographer for erotic photography. Of course, I have never been a professional, even an amateur was only in my own imagination, but ... This very imagination worked very well for me, so I immediately imagined what kind of process it would be. And he couldn't stop. I borrowed equipment from a photographer friend: a camera, lenses, lamps, filters, reflectors, a tripod, some decorations. In a nutshell, he explained to me how to use it all and talked about the principles of artistic photography in general. Armed with all this, I was sure that I would not get into trouble. And today, my apartment has been turned into a photo studio, and I meet you here at the bus stop.
We go into the apartment, I help you take off your raincoat and invite you into the room. I return from the kitchen with tea, and we sit down at the table.
“You know, I’ve never been photographed like that,” you said quietly.
- Nothing, I'll explain everything how and what to do. There is nothing difficult and nothing terrible in this ...
I told what little I knew about photography, added my thoughts about the play of light and shadows, frozen moments and living photography...
Then he decided that it was time to start, got up, took the camera.
- You sit still, I'll take some pictures. Get used to this environment, and everything will go like clockwork.
You were just amazing. In the camera seeker, I unceremoniously looked at your hair falling to your shoulders, your lips, which seemed to beckoning me, your eyes, a little embarrassed, but full of a mischievous spark ... My gaze slid down the delicate neck, to where the border of the dress was outlined in black, but it couldn't hide your magnificent breasts. My gaze rested on her, then continued my search. Thighs covered in a tight-fitting dress, legs... Ah, those legs. How I wanted to touch them right now, kiss them with thirsty lips, caress, enjoy their unearthly beauty...
- Great. Just wonderful. Such an image can decorate the cover of any magazine! So let's fix it up a bit...
I came over to fix your hair. Slowly my hand approached them, slowly plunged into their silky depths, slowly, lightly touching your neck, took them back ... It was something! I so wanted to continue this caress without stopping ... But I stepped back, corrected the light, took a few more shots.
“Now get up, go to that chair near the screen.” Just take your time!
Wow! You seem to have fully mastered and entered the role. Your walk, your movements enchanted me. You came up, leaned your hands on the back and slowly arched forward... Yes, you didn't have to say anything anymore, you knew everything yourself. I just pressed the button, catching your graceful movements. It was like a dance. The slow, mesmerizing, gorgeous dance you did for me. Here you are already sitting on a chair sideways to me, and your hand slides up your leg, removing the border higher and higher ... This is the moment when the openwork edge of your stockings appeared. You froze, then got up, turned your back to me and arched your ass a little ... Mmm ... I could hardly restrain myself, I just admired the spectacle through the camera lens and pressed the button ...
I did not look at the frame counter, shot and shot until the motor in the camera turned off. I went to the next room, and when I returned, I found a new picture already. You sat on a chair already without a dress in a chaste pose: crossed arms covered your bare chest, your hips were closed.
To be continued...