MY PHOTO SESSION

‘JEFF! You’re always looking at your magazines.  Why don’t you get your camera out and I’ll pose for you.?’

‘In your undies?’

‘No, nude.  But I’ll want to start fully dressed.  I’ve never modelled before.  This idea might make our sex life even more interesting.’

That’s what I’d said last night.  Now I was feeling nervous.  My home had been one of those where sex was never mentioned and no one went around even partially undressed.  I’d never seen my parents or brother naked.  Even my sister and I who had shared a bedroom rarely stripped in front of each other.  Yet here I was in my wedding dress, preparing to remove all my clothes, except my veil and be photographed at all stages down to totally nude with everything on view.  My mother would have called me a brazen hussy.  Nervous? I was shaking.

Jeff had set up his lights after moving the furniture out of the living room.  He was great, setting me at ease.  Most of the first roll of film were used up on portraits and fashion shots.

‘Ready to start show your pins and undies, Debbie.’

I nodded.

‘OK, put your foot on he sofa and raise your skirt.  Up, higher, that’s great.’

This was all right.  I’d done this for my wedding photographs.  But I had ben wearing tights then, not stockings and suspenders.  I lifted the skirt higher to show my garter, stocking tops and black suspender straps.  A little more and my panties were on view.