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The Photoshoot
I’ll start by introducing myself. I’m Natalie (Nat) a 36-year-old mum of two here in the UK. I’d say I was quite the typical young woman before settling and having kids. I went to University, worked and enjoyed social events, would be out in pubs and clubs at the weekend and had a large circle of friends. I’d had several semi-serious relationships through my 20’s and enjoyed being single in between them too. If you’ve read my “First Time Shared” story, you’ll have a flavour for my sexual appetite back then!
I had settled down with my partner as I approached 30 and the last few years life has been all about the kids.
Throughout my late teens and 20’s I kept myself very fit and active and took pride in my appearance. I sat between a size 10 and size 12 and at only 5ft3 my 32F bust really stood out and caught men’s attention. I’d typically wear my long brown hair down and would be at the salon as often as I could afford to keep my hair, nails and everything looking good.
As someone that took so much in their appearance, it’s been pretty tough seeing my body change through pregnancy and afterwards and mum life meaning there is less and less time for me to focus on myself and do all the things I used to do to keep myself looking as I liked.
About 12 months after having my second, I was really in a bit of a rut with my body and appearance. My confidence plummeted and that started to take its toll on my relationship with my partner. Having dated and got serious when I was full of confidence, dressing to impress and show off my body and having a huge sexual appetite, my partner was finding it hard to adapt to life with someone so low on confidence, unhappy with their appearance and a reducing desire for sex. He’d constantly tell me how silly I was being and how I was still “hot” and “look amazing”, but no matter how many times he told me, I couldn’t see it for myself anymore.
After a particularly frustrating couple of weeks, my partner came home and passed me an envelope.
“Don’t kill me, but I’ve done something, here,” he said as he passed me the envelope.
“What’s this?” I replied, whilst opening it anxiously.
I took out the glossy sheet from the envelope and read it out loud.
“CPD Photography – Boudoir Glamour Shoot!”
…17:00 Saturday 27th August 2022 @ CPD Studios
…Booking includes 2 Hour Photoshoot at the time and date stated and Digital Copies of 5 images from the shoot”
“What the fuck is this?” I added enquiring as to what he’d done exactly.
“Nat, for months you’ve been beating yourself up about how you look. Referring to your “mum tum” and how you don’t have time to do anything for yourself. I’ve told you a million times you look amazing, and your body is incredible!” he replied.
“So, I’ve booked you in to have your hair done earlier that day and then you’re going to go and have some professional photos done of yourself and then hopefully you’ll be able to see what me and everyone else sees!”
“There’s no way I look anywhere near good enough to be posing for photos! And what’s a boudoir glamour shoot anyway?”
“It’s a sexy shoot. I want you to remember just how sexy you are! You don’t have to strip off. I think most of the time the women wear lingerie or swimwear, but the photographer said the clients choose what they want to wear and there is no pressure at all.”
“Fucking hell, what have you done this for, seriously! I can’t do it. You’ll have to cancel.”
“I can’t, it’s paid in full. Look you don’t have to do it. I can’t and wouldn’t ever make you do something you’re not comfortable with. But just think about it, please! I think it will help you!”
“I’ll think about it, but right at this moment it’s a NO!” and with that I put the sheet down on the side and went to see to one of the kids who had started shouting for me.
Whilst sat settling the baby, I looked up the photographer online. They had a very professional looking website. The photos looked great, with lighting and angles used to make all the clients look amazing. I couldn’t help noticing though that in nearly every photo the client was in lingerie or less! The idea of that being me made me so nervous.
Over the next couple of days, the shoot didn’t get discussed in the house, but I had looked back over the website on a few occasions and on one of them I even got carried away enough to look at some new lingerie from one of my favourite online stores. I’d not bought anything from them since having kids!
The shoot pretty much occupied my mind whenever I had a spare minute, which was rare! But the more I thought about the more I appreciated the efforts of my partner and what he was trying to do – which was help me.
3 or 4 days after he’d first presented me with the envelope, we sat down after the kids had gone to bed and I showed him the lingerie I’d been looking at.
“I’m not saying I’m doing it, so don’t get carried away, but is this the type of thing you think would be suitable for the shoot?”
I passed escort him my phone and as I did, I saw the look on his face as he scrolled through images of some stunning underwear model posing in a red and black lace thong and matching bra.
“Abso-fucking-lutely!” was his response. I have to admit that did make me laugh.
The model on the images wasn’t too different to how I looked before kids. Not the slimmest but toned with a big bust and bum and brown hair. The lingerie was sheer red, with a black floral lace pattern sewn over it to give the red and black contrast.
“Order it. Order it now,” were his next words.
“No, I said I’m not sure still – I was just checking.”
“Well order it anyway, you can wear it for me if you don’t do the shoot!”
I gave a big smile. Honestly whilst my confidence was rock bottom the fact that my partner constantly gave me compliments and would try it on with me most nights let me know that he still found me attractive at least.
The next morning, without telling him, I called the photography studio and spoke to the photographer. I explained my situation and unease about it, but that I was curious. The photographer was great, he reassured me and really put me at ease. He explained that on the day, it was totally up to me as to whether I went ahead, what poses I’d do and not and what I wore.
“Natalie, if you decide on the day, you want no photos taking at all, that’s fine. If you just want me to take some portrait shots or full-length ones of you in your normal clothes, that fine. There is no pressure at all. You have to be comfortable, and I promise, you will be.”
“Ok. See you on the 27th then!”
“Ah Natalie, that’s great! See you then.”
As soon as the call had ended, I clicked away on my phone and ordered the lingerie. But I decided I wouldn’t tell my partner I’d ordered it. I didn’t want him to get his hopes up and expect more, so instead I thought I’d go to the shoot, take it with me and see how I felt. If I decided to go for it, the photos could be a surprise for him!
The day of the shoot arrived.
My stomach was in knots all day; I couldn’t eat anything for nerves! Throughout the course of the day, I’d changed my mind on whether to go through with it on countless occasions.
I started getting myself ready at about 1pm. My partner took the kids to the park, and I had a long soak in a hot bath. After enjoying the soak, I got to work on my legs, underarms and other body hair. I made sure my legs were completely smooth and then trimmed the hair above my pussy into a very thin and neat landing strip.
After I’d dried off, I moisturised my entire body and did a full face of make up. I got dressed in a black lace thong and bra (usual sort of set for me), jeans and a low-cut V-neck t-shirt and finished it with my black heels and leather jacket.
With the kids and my partner still at the park, I got my bag of stuff together and headed off to the salon. It seemed like forever since I’d been able to have a nice long bath, some self care and then come out in a full face of make up and get my hair done. I felt great!
The stylist greeted me with a glass of Prosecco, and we had a great catch up whilst she gave my hair the full works. A full wash, condition and style. As I looked at my reflection, I was pleasantly surprised and had a hint of how I used to feel when looking in the mirror all of them years ago.
I passed up a second glass of wine and texted my partner to say my hair was nearly done and I’d let him know when I got to the studio.
The stylist finished the last section of my hair and that was it. I was done. It was time!
I paid up at the reception desk and headed back to my car. As I was walking along the street, I noticed a couple of guys walking the opposite direction check me out, looking me up and down as we passed. I couldn’t help but smile.
The studio was only a 10-minute drive from the salon and so I soon parked up, seeing just one other car. A big red BMW with a personal plate that ended CPD. Obviously the photographer’s and I figured he must be doing well for himself and doing a lot of shoots to afford that car.
I grabbed my bag out of the boot and headed to the front door. It was a buzzer system to get in, so I pressed the button.
“CPD Studio, can I help?”
“Hi, it’s Nat. I’m here for a Boudoir Shoot.”
“Ah Nat! Great, come in.”
And the door immediately released.
As I walked into reception the photographer walked through from a door at the side. He must have picked up on my apprehension and notice my hands trembling slightly through the nerves.
“Nat, it’s great to meet you finally, I’m Chris,” he said as he greeted me and offered out his hand to shake hands.
“Hi Chris, it’s good to meet you too.”
Chris stood much taller than me, I’d guess he’d have been 6ft 3 maybe? He was slim, I’d say he looked like he might run based on his physique and was bald/shaved with stubble. He was hard to put an age too, but I’d guess escort bayan late 40’s. He was wearing dark jeans and a white T-shirt that clung to his arms.
“Right, if you want to head through this way with me the studio is just through here.”
I followed Chris through the door, and I was impressed! The studio was very modern looking and clean and smelled amazing. There was some music playing quietly in the background. I think it was Chris Brown or Usher. There was a small kitchen area and then a seating area with a couple of sofas and a coffee table. Then in the far side was the photography area, with boxes and boxes stored to one side of what looked like props and then rolls overhead of different coloured backdrops.
Seeing the set up and how impressive it was, put me at ease slightly and I felt myself relax a little, but my stomach was still turning with butterflies.
“Wow, this is all very professional looking! It’s starting to feel a little real now!”
“Ah, don’t worry about that, like I said, this is your shoot. We’ll take it as slow as you like, and you don’t need to do anything you’re not comfortable with. Now before we start, can I get you a drink? I can do tea, coffee, water or I’ve cans of pop, a few beers or some wine and prosecco.”
“I’ll take a small prosecco please.”
“No problem, take a seat and by all means leave your jacket and bags over there if you like.”
I put my bag on one sofa and my jacket on top of it and sat on the other, looking around at everything in the studio.
“Take a flick through those books on the table if you like; the black one is my boudoir and glamour book; it’s full of some of my favourite shots.”
I started to flick through it, with the first section being all the boudoir shots that I’d seen on the website with a couple of additions.
Chris arrived back with my drink and passed it to me. I took a small sip, then popped it on the coffee table and carried on looking. After a couple of more pages, it moved to the “glamour” section. The difference being the photos suddenly got a lot racier. In the boudoir section the women were all in lingerie and on the odd one where they had removed their bra, they were using their hands to cup and cover their boobs. The glamour section though, left a lot less to the imagination, with the majority of the poses being completely topless with boobs fully on show and in others, the women looked completely naked but were positioned/posed so as not to show any more than their boobs. On the last page were 4 images where the model was even in a pose that implied, they were naked and giving off a sort of POV angle as if a guy was doing something to them!
“Don’t worry about those shots Nat, that’s the glamour shots. We’ve got you booked for a boudoir shoot and I know how apprehensive you were so please don’t let them frighten you! We’ll just be trying some of the shots at the start. Were there any in particular that you liked and would like to try?”
I flicked back to the first few pages.
“To be honest Chris, I can’t see how I’m going to look as good as any of these – regardless of the pose.”
“Let’s start with just taking some face shots, get you used to being in front of the camera and go from there”
I put the book down back on the table and grabbed my drink, taking a good gulp.
“Where do you want me to stand?”
“It’s ok, just stay sat there. Try and be natural, looking around the room. Hold your drink if you want, take another sip, just do what feels natural and pretend I’m not here.”
Pretty impossible to pretend there wasn’t a big camera next to my face, I thought…but ok!
Chris started to take a few quick photos and I couldn’t help but smile in my nervousness.
“I’m not here remember Nat, just be natural.”
I tried to make myself focus and look more serious and took another sip of my drink.
Click, Click, Click, Click, Click.
“Now, try doing a couple of simple expressions to the camera. Firstly, look right down the lens and smile. As in, teeth beaming smile! Then try and adjust your expression however you feel, and I’ll snap away.”
Click, Click, Click, Click, Click.
“Right now, lets just have a look at these here on the camera. Wow. Nat, see just look at these!”
Chris turned the screen to me and showed me a close up of just my lips as the glass of prosecco touched it. The entire background was dark and my bright red lips contrasted with the light off the glass. The first ones were good, but then he flicked to the ones of me posing and I just felt so cringey.
“Oh god, I hate how I look there!”
“Wow look at this, now that’s a sexy look.”
Chris flicked to the image and he must have captured it as i was adjusting my facial expression as it appeared it was biting my lip. One with my eyes wide open down the lens and another where they’re closed. I must have blinked at that precise second.
“See that’s all there is to it! You’re going to be great. Would you like to try some full-length bayan escort shots?”
“Ok, shall I stand?”
“Let’s head over to the backdrops. If you could stand where the X is on the floor, please and again, don’t look at me and forget I’m here, just stand as natural as possible.”
Whilst I’d started to get a bit more relaxed, I was far from being relaxed enough to enjoy myself and look anything other than rigid and silly.
“Is this ok?” I asked nervously
“Yes, that’s great to start! Lovely, yes, lovely Nat. Now just turn slightly away from me to your left.”
“Like this?”
“Yes, perfect. Now with your back more towards me, look back over your shoulder and stare straight at me. Don’t smile.”
“Like this?”
“Turn a little more away from me, yep there, now hold that pose.”
Click Click Click Click
“Great Nat, that’s great.”
I thought I’d feel silly standing having someone take my photo like this but to be honest, it didn’t bother me in the slightest. I was surprised at how easy it seemed. I assume Chris was being nice saying it was all great and perfect, and the photos would probably look awful, but regardless I felt good in the situation so was happy to carry on.
“How do you feel Nat?”
“I’m fine, it’s fine. I think you’re being too nice about my posing though; it must look as awkward as anything.”
“Do you want to come and see the images?”
“Sure.”
Chris came over with the camera again and showed me all the shots.
I was blown away at how good the shots look. I was literally just stood in a pair of jeans and T-shirt, but he’d managed to make the photo (and me) look great!
“They’re amazing, I can’t believe how good they look for such simple shots.”
“Well we’ve got a combination of a professional set up and a stunning subject! I’m really looking forward to seeing what shots we can get based on these.”
Was that a bit of a flirt I thought to myself? A stunning subject? Me? Well, I’ll take it I thought. I honestly couldn’t believe how I looked in the shots. I felt awkward and that I’d look stupid and then seeing them like I did, to be honest almost made me become completely relaxed about it. Well as relaxed as anyone can be in that situation.
“I’m happy to try and do some actual poses if you like?”
“Nat, it’s your shoot. You tell me what you’re comfortable with and I’ll work with that.”
“Ok, well could we maybe try some with my T-shirt off, but everything else still on?”
“Absolutely. If it’s ok with you I’d like to focus them from your waist up. So, on the photo at least you could just be in your underwear, is that ok?”
“Sure.”
And as I finished, I lifted my T-shirt over my head. I walked back over to my bag and jacket and left it there and walked back to the X on the backdrop. I quickly flicked my hair back into position. I actually felt pretty good at this point now.
“Ok, ready.”
Click Click Click Click Click
“That’s great Nat, now try leaning forwards looking right at the camera.”
“Like this?”
“That’s it, now look directly at the camera again and this time I want you to bite your bottom lip.”
Click Click Click
“Brilliant, that’s great.”
After a few more clicks Chris walked over to me and again offered me a look at the photos on the screen.
I was absolutely amazed at how they looked and how I looked in them. It was almost like I was looking at another person! As if it wasn’t even me. I’d not feel this good in years. My boobs looked great, especially when I was leaning forward and risking them spill out. I’d not felt this sexy in years.
Without any prompt from Chris, I walked back over to the sofa, removed my heels and undid my jeans. Peeling them off my ass and legs and standing out of them, before putting my heels back on. I necked the rest of my prosecco and walked back over to the backdrop.
“Someone’s feeling more confident then?” Chris quirked.
“Haha, you could say that!”
“Did you bring a robe for between shots? If not, we’ve got a few you’re welcome to borrow, so you can cover yourself between poses?”
“it’s fine, you’re seeing everything when taking the photos anyway.”
“Ok then, for these next shots I want you to face away from me so your back and bum is facing the camera, then turn your head back and stare in to the camera again.”
“Like this?”
“Oh wow! Yeah, like that.”
Click Click Click Click
“Now, if you’re comfortable with it I’d like you to get down on all fours and in a similar way, look back over your shoulder at me”
“Like this?”
Chris paused for a second.
“Chris? Like this??”
“Yeah, sorry Nat, yeah just like that! Wow!”
“Nat these are amazing shots. We’ve probably got about 20-30 shots so far working in your initial outfit and this underwear. Conscious of time, did you bring any alternatives or are you happy to carry on as you are?”
“I’ve brought something Chris, but I’ll be honest. I ordered it and I’ve never even tried it on.”
“Well, it’s up to you, there’s no pressure. We can get more great shots in what you’re wearing now if you prefer?”
“Let me go try the other outfit on and see what it’s like, do you have somewhere I can fully change?”
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