A good photo is the beginning

Hello everyone! My name is Max, and I'm a photographer. Nothing special or outstanding, I scrape by from one small magazine to another, doing portfolios for aspiring models. I haven't sunk to the vulgarity of weddings yet, but I've done photoshoots for amateurs too, as long as they pay. Woke up early, the alarm clock is buzzing so loudly I jump up as if there's a fire, I hate it, but only one like that can tear me from the embrace of a warm bed. No time for long preparations, so after gulping down a cup of coffee and pulling on my jeans, I glance at the mirror. Hmmm... I look quite a sight, but there's no choice. I'm a fairly tall guy, broad in the shoulders, but my arms are thin,

damn, why didn't I become a pianist? I grab my equipment bag and dash out of the house.

Another small order from amateurs, so we're working outdoors today. I refuse outright and unconditionally orders from girls along the lines of: "We just want to take some pics with friends, to make our lips go Pooooo" — there will be giggles and laughs, and no one will let me work properly. This time, a slightly nervous man called and ordered a photoshoot for his wife, a gift, he says. Well, he spoke politely, culturedly, so he won't interfere, thank goodness. I arrive at the spot, we agreed to meet near the obelisk. Nature nearby, a couple of beautiful slopes, just what's needed, thankfully good spots have long been studied and explored many times. A somewhat worn Toyota pulled up, and a little man got out, well, more like a little fellow. As skinny as I consider myself, he clearly outdid me in that regard. If I were a schoolboy, I'd call him a "nerd." His companion, thank heavens, turned out to be quite something. The thing is, it's very hard to squeeze out pluses from a lady if she's one huge minus.

Here, there was something to look at: about 175 cm tall, a well-proportioned figure, like an "hourglass," very neat legs peeking out from under the hem. A cute face, devoid of any makeup, and hair, light brown hair all the way down to her buuu... ahem... So I just froze as they approached me. And only now did I notice the lady's dress... hmmm, such a figure and the most wretched dress in the world that one could possibly wear for a photoshoot. Clearly stolen from one of the flower-selling grannies at the station. Finally, they reached me and introduced themselves; their names were Nikolai and Yana. She looked about 27, her husband a little over 30. After shaking hands and getting acquainted, I led them through the tree belt to several beautiful spots, as the background sometimes matters a lot, sometimes even more than the model herself.

The girl was clearly embarrassed about something, actively whispering something in her husband's ear. We didn't have to walk long; we came out to a clearing with a very steep slope and a view of a river flowing in the distance. Beautiful... The plan was to have a few birch trees in the frame, but the view certainly wasn't spoiled by them. I asked Yana if she was going to shoot like this, or would she change into something more photogenic? The answer didn't please me; a yellow dress with flowers, quite wide, hiding many of the girl's charms... this would be difficult. I immediately warned Nikolai to stand aside and not interfere. Looking at the sun, I chose the right position for the model in the frame. Placing the girl in the frame and taking my place at the camera, I asked her to strike a pose. Yana was clearly embarrassed and just stood in the frame like a little soldier. And I knew it would be difficult... "Yan, loosen up, you've surely fooled around in front of a camera with your girlfriends somehow, do all the same things, I'll guide you if something's wrong." She finally managed a smile and nodded, phew, maybe it's not all so bad?!

Things more or less started moving off dead center; the girl posed in front of the camera in various positions, I caught the best moments and snapped shots. It was turning out okay, but... at the level of amateur photos, nothing special. Perfect for posting on VKontakte, but it didn't really please the eye... When a light blush appeared on Yana's cheeks, I announced a break. Can't have the model's face shining. I stood next to Nikolai and lit a cigarette. "Listen, ahem, did you only bring this dress for Yana's photoshoot? Honestly, it's just no good." The man's eyes widened, and he slapped his forehead: "Of course we brought others! I forgot the bag in the car!" he said and strode briskly into the tree belt. I glanced at the girl left standing forlornly to the side... "Get undressed for now, your husband will bring the clothes soon," I said, preparing to observe a rather interesting sight. My instinct about Yana's beautiful figure didn't fail me, I realized as soon as she started pulling her dress over her head. A neat, well-shaped butt, a straight back like a straight-A student's, very long legs. She also lowered her elbows for some reason, trying to cover her breasts, a confident second size, already accentuated by the top of her swimsuit.

I probably zoned out for a couple of minutes because I didn't even notice Nikolai approaching with a sports bag. The girl started rummaging through the things and finally pulled out a small, tight-fitting white dress. I silently nodded, giving approval for that choice. Work picked up again, the clicking of the camera, various emotions and poses from the girl. Working became much more interesting; this dress hugged her waist nicely, barely managing to cover her butt. This was something; this modest girl managed to arouse me with her behavior, not just her body. I decided to give myself a little leeway; after all, I'm in charge during the process, and approaching Yana, I gently used my hands to show her what pose and how to take it. At the first contact of my hands, she flinched but didn't pull away. After taking enough shots, I decided to add a little more spice to the process and asked her to lean against a tree and, looking into the lens over her shoulder, stick out her butt. She glanced somewhat fidgetily at her frankly bored husband and tried to take this pose. But too weakly, I needed more...

Approaching her, I lightly pressed on her back with one hand, and with the other, I took hold of the inside of her thigh and gently pulled it towards me, arching the girl forward and making her buttocks protrude more. Yes, it all looked like part of the work process, but both Yana and I felt and understood; my hand, holding the inside of her thigh, was within ten centimeters of the girl's most cherished spot. Finally, fixing her in that position, I took that shot that was so arousing to me. After that, I announced that the photoshoot could be wrapped up and that I would prepare the photos during the week. And so we parted ways, satisfied with each other and the work done.