Calendars Ch. 01

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Several years ago, I was struggling with what to get my wife, Joan, for Christmas that would be fun and personal in a sexy, sensuous way. For several years, I’d bought her some sexy lingerie; not sleazy stuff, but definitely not what she’d likely buy for herself. After a few years, I figured out that other than posing in it for some sexy photos, she was only wearing the items I had given her on special occasions, like birthdays and our anniversary. I finally got it, that I was buying these things more for me and my fantasies of her in them. So, I thought about what I could give her that would be just for her enjoyment yet be fun and still an overtly sexual theme.

A friend I worked with had told me about a gift his wife had given him a few years earlier. She had made a calendar of racy photos of herself appropriate for each month of the year. She had her sister do the photography and they used an off-the-shelf “calendar making” software to create the pages. I thought, why couldn’t I do that for a very unique Christmas gift for Joan? There are “Chippendale” calendars commercially available for women, so why not one with photos of the recipient’s husband?

I knew I could easily find the software package; but a photographer was another story. None of my male friends would likely want any part of taking nude photos of another man. And trying to come up with a woman who knew her way around cameras, was willing to get involved with my nudity while not offending her husband or boyfriend, and whose seeing me naked wouldn’t upset my wife appeared to be a Herculean task. Looking at the “safest” women, my sisters all lived out of town, and probably wouldn’t have been too keen on the idea any way. The next “safest,” my sisters-in-law were out of town too; with the one most likely interested in the “job” being in Seattle, halfway across the country.

I could think of more than a few women who would think doing this kind of photography would be a lot fun and had some camera skills. Several were single with no significant others to get upset. But I was pretty sure Joan wouldn’t be too amused with my posing nude for nearly all of them. I already had access to a fair number of nude photos of me that Joan had taken that would cover several months, so I figured I could likely use a tripod to do the rest. We had been to 5 or 6 clothing-optional beaches and had great photos to use at least for the summer months; I had used a Santa suit for pictures with the kids and Joan, and we did some “adult” photos with it later (that was December); and she had gotten a shot of me in my birthday suit when celebrating my birthday in May. So, I had at least five months covered already.

At home we had appropriate “props” for key holiday months, including January (a Happy New Year’s banner), February (a Happy Valentine’s Day sash), March (a St. Patrick’s Day hat), April (an Easter basket), October (a Halloween trick-or-treating pumpkin), and November (a Happy Thanksgiving banner). That left only September to figure out, and while it was already mid-October, any outdoor fall setting would do. The indoor photos were easy, and Mr. September was done at a local park on a weekday, with no one around.

I printed the 12 months and cover on heavy, high quality photo paper and spiral-bound it at the top with a stiff cardboard backing. I was mostly happy with the product. Now the wait until Christmas to present it to Joan. During the time remaining before the holidays, I started having serious second thoughts about some of the photos. More than a few of the props I used now seemed kind of cheesy, making the pictures seem downright trite.

I knew I could come up with better props and certainly some better settings, particularly some scenic outdoors locations. But some of the best would be in places that only provided short windows of opportunity without other people present or being too close for discretion. Setting up a tripod and getting in and out of cover clothing just would not work; I’d need a photographer. Back to thinking of who Joan would find acceptable. I had previously worked with a woman Joan had gotten to know and like, and with whom she knew there would never be any “funny business.” And my wife had a trusted co-worker who was also a long-time friend I’d also gotten to know, and who I thought could be interested.

Both women seemed to pass my litany of litmus tests. I called my former employee, Teri, first and told her what I had in mind. After a short pause, she said, “Sure, I could do that.” I followed up by asking what her husband would think of the idea. “Does he have to know?” she asked pointedly in return. I felt a little silly for asking since I knew their marriage was pretty rocky.

We planned a noon-hour photo session for the next week at a lesser used park not far from downtown. I wanted to emphasize the scenery in reflecting the calendar month theme vs. some common props and posing in our home. This park is large with a variety of landscape and water features, elazığ escort so time permitting I planned to knock out September, October, and November in different locales there. Teri told me she’d also do multiple sessions if needed.

We met Tuesday as planned at a parking lot at the foot of a classic old pedestrian bridge that is a main entry to this part of the park. I wore a baggy T-shirt, and equally baggy athletic shorts with no underwear for easy “on-and-offs.” Crocs on my feet were easy to kick off too. I gave Teri a quick tutorial on my camera, and the set up for my first shots. She would be across the bridge and at an angle to shoot me at the peak of the bridge looking over the railing. I hoped she’d be careful to avoid the railing structure blocking the view of my “junk”. We’d have to watch somewhat for car traffic, while we’d easily see walkers with some time to cover up.

She got in place, and I left my shirt with her and went back to the middle of the bridge. When she was ready and the coast was clear, I kicked my shorts out of the frame and she shot 6 or 7 quick frames. I felt an unexpected and strong sensual thrill in being naked outside with the remote possibly being seen by any women passing by, but, but mostly from my seen so exposed by friend Teri. Then I asked her to go to the end of the bridge and do some shots of me walking toward her. This gave her a totally unrestricted view of my whole body. It seemed she was not too subtle in looking at all my bare body. I was so wanting to ask if she found this situation anywhere near as sexually exciting as I did.

The next location was beneath an abandoned railroad bridge, where the bridge provided a frame on three sides with the river along the bottom. This allowed significantly less chance of spectators so we could take more time being creative. Teri said more than once, “Joan is really going to love this one.” I know my increasing arousal may have caught her eye and gave the illusion I was more endowed than I am.

For the final setting we just used an “S-curve” in the river as the background. The fall colors in the surrounding trees made for a picturesque setting. Again, it was a more private spot which allowed time for more poses and angles, and more intimacy between photographer and model. She was a much more talented photographer than I had expected. It truly was a picture-perfect scene and quantum leaps better than any of my first attempts with the tripod.

I knew we were getting short on time, and I didn’t want to make Teri late returning to work, but she kind of hemmed-and-hawed at my prodding and didn’t seem to want to move along. Finally, she worked up the courage and asked, “Would you mind shooting a few pictures of me in this beautiful scenery?”

I wasn’t sure of exactly what kind of photos she had in mind, but given my own wardrobe choice, I didn’t hesitate to say, “I’d absolutely love to.”

As I took control of the camera and moved into position, I assumed she’d move to where I had posed. Instead, she stood close to me and began to unbutton her blouse. Now I got the picture, before I was to take the picture. While I always thought she was a very attractive woman, and I liked her a lot, I’d never expected to see her naked.

As she undressed, I thought how sensuous a series of shots of her undressing would be. But since she suggested her being on the other side of the camera, I needed to let her set the stage. I certainly didn’t want to unilaterally push the mood from fun and artistic to sexual and in any way threatening. When she took off her bra, I was totally amazed to see how much she dressed to hide her true figure. Her breasts were stunningly beautiful; larger and firmer than I expected, and with impressive perky dark nipples.

Once naked she moved to where I had posed for her. I didn’t spare camera memory space and shot from all angles so I could capture all of her lovely body. I wanted her to be more than flattered with her pictures since I wasn’t sure I’d ever get the opportunity to photograph her again. I hoped the quality of my work could improve the odds of that happening.

I only had February, March, and April to either re-do, or accept my tripod shots with the admittedly “cheesier” props. We now were well out of time, and both of us needed to get back to work. I thanked her for being so helpful and she offered to do it again if I needed her. We didn’t say anything about her photos or her motivation to pose for them. We did set another date for a second session, and I figured I’d print her pictures and give them to her then.

For the spring months calendar shots, I thought about places that would appear the same in the spring as they would in the fall. We have a small park south of downtown that has a great view of the city’s impressive skyline, and yet another by the state capitol where we might include the gold-domed building for background. Both these ideas appealed to Teri when we firmed-up our second erzincan escort date. I wanted her to think about these places and be impressed in case she was interested in posing again herself. The first session had been an exhibitionist-voyeur’s dream come true. When I sought out her help, I had no idea that in addition to the thrill of my exposing myself to her, I might also get to see her naked. Taking photos of her was beyond my wildest expectations.

When I picked her up, she was wearing a not-overly-revealing sundress and flip-flops. Both were a little unseasonable for the cooler weather. I thought this was a good omen for her posing again since she was wearing something suitable for quick a “off-and on.” To enhance her mood to possibly pose, I presented her a small album containing 24 of the photos from our first session. While she had professed to not having posed nude before, the photos we produced were amazingly good, with her displaying the poise and artistic style of a much more experienced model. Given her marital situation, I couldn’t help wondering with whom she’d be sharing these photos.

Neither of the locations we’d be using this time were as private as the first, so we’d need to work faster to ensure discretion. I knew a spot in the south side park where the road was close to the scenic vista of the downtown skyline. This really is a spectacular view, and one I definitely wanted in my calendar for Joan. So, I undressed in the passenger seat of the car with the door open and we both hustled into position very quickly and got the photos.

When I was re-dressed, she looked at me longingly and I could see her aroused nipples protruding from her sundress. She softly said, “I can be in and out of this dress in five seconds; can you take my picture in five seconds too?”

“You bet I can,” I said without hesitation. She stood by the passenger side door, pulled the dress off over her head and quickly assumed five or six quick yet alluring poses as I snapped the pix in close to her allotted time limit. She had the dress back on in no time.

At the Capitol we ended up having more time and privacy than we’d expected. She put me in more intimate and inviting poses making me believe she’d given this some thought between sessions. I was again hoping my growing arousal wouldn’t extend to the point of either changing the nature of the photos, or intimidating Teri.

Like last session’s pictures, these were incredibly better than any of my tripod shots. She again asked if I’d shoot some pix of her again and suggested taking more than five seconds this time. With more time available, I noticed that she’d trimmed her pubic hair significantly since our first session and was wearing more make-up too. Her knowledge of classic nude poses was exceptional, with very little guidance from me, and again, I wondered who the intended audience for these photos might be. I doubted it was her husband given the status of their marriage. Most importantly to me, I was quickly discovering that the creation of my calendar may be a much more erotic experience than the eventual giving and receiving end.

I now had all the photos I needed for the 12 months, and I was very pleased with them; Joan would have an original gift not available from anyone else.

On Christmas Eve, after we’d celebrated with family and they’d all left, I told Joan I had one more present for her. When she opened it, she was awed. And I do mean awed vs. stunned. I had worried she would immediately question the “means of production.” Things like, weren’t you afraid of getting caught and arrested? What time of day did you take them? Where did you get this idea? And finally, who took them? But she surprised me and just told me how much she loved it and appreciated the thoughtfulness and shared intimacy that went into it.

In each of the next ten or eleven years, I made her similar calendars. We had increased our travels, and our photography along with it, so I was supplied with my own source of “stock photos.” But these still left gaps in the months our travelogue of photos didn’t adequately cover.

For the second year I didn’t even consider the tripod; having a woman photographer was far superior not only for picture quality, but also for my own exhibitionist fun. In addition, I could only pray for another woman, like Teri, who wanted to be on the other side of the camera too. My first thought was to ask her again, and she’d be my ace in the hole. But I knew several other women who I’d both enjoy seeing me naked, as well as whom I’d absolutely love to see nude too. Since Joan hadn’t inquired about who had taken the photos last year, I was selfishly assuming it wouldn’t be an issue for her now.

I decided to approach my last year’s second choice to Teri. Her name was Deb and she had worked with Joan for a year or so, but they’d been friends for some time before that. Their friendship was such that Joan would know there was nothing other than erzurum escort photography going on between Deb and me. Her significant other had recently moved to Florida, and my strategic thinking was that she might want to send him some hot, sexy photos to keep the long-distance romance ablaze.

She loved the idea of me doing the calendar for Joan and thought it was both a sultry and romantic gift and she was deeply touched that I trusted her to do the photos. During our first session, indoors, she talked about her recent trip to Tampa and time spent at the beaches. I teasingly asked if she had any tan lines she’d like to show off. She totally surprised me by unzipping her sweater, pulling it off her well-tanned shoulders and exposing her braless and very untanned breasts. The contrast was dramatic and highlighted her dark and hardening nipples. As with Teri, her tits were unexpectedly much more impressive unadorned by clothing. She struck seven or eight fun and light-hearted poses, then suggested we get on with my calendar shots. I sure didn’t want to push her beyond her limits, and I was more than ready to get naked for her.

We did three sessions, and she got increasingly enthusiastic and bold about suggesting my poses. For the final session she suggested we use her boat docked at a lake north of town. It was a nice sailboat and would be a unique and beautiful setting for photos. Joan would know immediately who had taken the photos, with no room for assuming a tripod. Since both Joan and I have done some separate playful fun with others which involved nudity, I felt this was still a low-risk endeavor.

Deb shot some spectacular photos of me on the boat, at the helm, working the sails by the mast and on the rear sundeck. My increasing state of arousal would not be missed in these photos. I then asked her if she’d like some similar photos of her to send Bill. While she was sure he’d love them, she feared his knowing that I’d taken them could cause her trouble. After a few seconds of thought, she said, “What the heck, I’d like to have some sexy pictures of me on my own damn boat, and I’ll worry about who else gets to see them later.” With that she got naked too for some phenomenally sexy nautical photos. My favorite being a shot of her standing naked in the pulpit at the bow reminiscent of Kate Winslet in Titanic. This was the second year where my calendar project successfully coaxed my photographer out of her clothing.

Year three, I asked a former co-worker, Charlotte to do the photo work. She loved doing the photography and was clearly aroused by my nudity. She suggested I pose in the atrium of the office building where she had worked with me. To avoid spectators, we did the photos on a Saturday. These were my favorites of those she shot. When I suggested I take some photos of her, she let me take some candid topless shots. She was red-haired and had small pert breasts with nipples like strawberries. Very beautiful. She wasn’t in a relationship so had no ready audience for erotic photos of her, and she didn’t want copies. So, I concluded she had somewhat reluctantly posed just to accommodate me, and I didn’t ask her again.

In years 4, 5, and 6, I was again amazed again how easily I found willing photographers from among our friends and co-workers. For year 4, I asked another Deb, who worked at an agency where I’d previously served on their board. She was probably the most beautiful of all my photographers, and likely the most adventuresome too. She found some spectacular outdoor locations, and had great camera skills, from being her agency’s in-house PR person. In each location she volunteered to pose for very intimate photos without being asked. I attributed her enthusiasm primarily to her pride and self-assurance over her photogenic attractiveness. But I suspected some of her motivation was retribution for the fact her husband refused to photograph her nude for fear some other man might somehow see the pictures. So, she didn’t want to have any prints for herself, but posed simply to show off her beautiful body for herself and me.

Another former co-worker, Gretchen, offered to do year 5’s photos. She was mid-40s, and did a lot of horseback riding, including competitive dressage. Hence, she had very shapely, and muscular legs. In addition to indoor photos, and some in the parks, she offered to take me to where she stabled her horse for some equestrian settings. These would likely be the most unique photos in all my calendars. The price of this effort was for me to take some Lady Godiva themed shots of her. These were uniquely beautiful and erotic photos. She had long, shoulder-length strawberry blonde hair and medium sized breasts with large pencil eraser nipples that were accentuated in the poses on horseback.

For year 6, I asked a friend of ours, Pam to do the photography. We’d known her and her husband Ray for many years, and I knew she’d jump at the chance to see me nude. I’d not asked her before because I wasn’t sure how Joan would react to someone she knew so well having done the pix. But since she’d apparently not had a problem with five other women seeing me nude, I figured I was safe with Pam this year. She directed me in very revealing poses, with my hand on my cock, and more shots I wouldn’t use in my calendar.

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