The consequences of a nude photo shoot
Since having the inspiration for this particular nude photo shoot my mind was all a whirl. When creative inspiration hits, it's like a flood of energy like no other. For me, I see the finished product in my head and get excited for the end result. When writing I can see the words on the page and all I have to do is trace over them. When in the groove it can almost be magical.
The unfortunate thing about the creative process is clearing away all of the obstructions along the way. If I'm writing a new blog or story I have to find time and size it up to energy and creative spirit. The magic happens when all three planets align. Once a project is in mind or on the tip of my brain then it comes down to how it all will need to be laid out. What measures will need to take place so these thoughts become reality?
While doing a session of yoga after body painting in neon colors and activated by black light, I saw the possibilities of what could be done in a photographic sense. I did a few test shots with a minor camera and worked with them under some primary editing tools. The excitement built for what could be done. I loved the scene of colors mixed with the darkness and how they could play off of each other. Now all I had to do is get some nude bodies or canvases to put into the proper pose. The images in my head would now be able to come to light or at least black light.
I do have to give some credit to one of my fantastic models for keeping the project alive and on schedule.. Just like most everyone else, procrastination and loss of that creative energy can sideline a project or even eliminate it all together. It is a pure shame when a great idea never materializes. "Carrie" would send me messages on how excited for the shoot and how she knew the photos would turn out. This enthusiasm kept my head in the game. Soon she contacted her friend "Kim" and told her that she needed to do this shoot as well because she knew that it would be a blast during the shoot. I called in one other female that just so happened to be a close friend, "Tonya".
I had my dream team of girls. These girls were ones that I've already seen nude many times and have been nude with each of them so I was comfortable with their abilities to be directed in this manner. What is nice about being nude with friends quite often is that you tend to know their body parts in at some times intimate manner. I knew Carrie had the nude outline that I needed for one certain shot. Kim had the perfect breasts that stood so firmly out that I could get great profile shots. I must say that those breasts were mounted on her in such a way that when her bra fell off it was as if a bra was still holding all DD of them up. Tonya's body part was almost like a specialty body part. Her pussy was exactly what I needed in a shot that just had to be seen on film or digital these days.
I've known Tonya for years but how do I bring the subject up and how do I phrase it the right way? As with all I do I stated it straight forward and without any preservatives. "Tonya I hope you don't mind but I really love how your pussy looks and I need your puss to be painted in a certain way". She responded with glee. I was shocked actually by how excited and even complimented by my request. "I can't wait to see what you do with my pussy. You are more than welcome to do anything you need down there". Throughout the days before the shoot Tonya would text me about how aroused she was by the thought of someone painting her pussy. Her mind was on over drive. Hell, those texts started to get to me as well. How in the world am I going to keep my focus when painting her?
The day of the shoot finally arrived and all my gear and needed equipment was packed in the truck. I felt everything from nerves, to excitement to even arousal. The shots were planned out in my mind. The order of painting was sketched out. I was ready. I hoped I was ready.
Once in the studio I went right to work in putting myself into the photographer mind frame. Tonya was the first model to show up and the one I was the most comfortable with. I opened a bottle of Pinot Noir to help with the jitters or to at least use to relax into the evening. The drop clothes needed to be laid out so we had a space to paint on without ruining the hardwood floor. Before I could even get the tarps completely spread and into position I had failed to realize that Tonya had made herself at home and was fully nude.
Tonya was not a shy one when it came to nudity. She began walking around the studio soaking in the atmosphere. I could feel her energy and eagerness to begin. The backdrop needed to be set up but that's not what Tonya had in mind. "Spencer, I rarely see you dressed. Aren't you going to be naked tonight? Come on, take your clothes off." I guess I'm known as naked Spencer for a reason. It seemed that she was watching everyone moment of me strip. While folding my pants nicely before laying them down on the floor Tonya had her fingers inside the inseam of my undies. "I love taking underwear off of guys. I love it when their dick flops out. It's hot!"
Tonya pulled my undies off slowly so as to get as much of an eyeful as she could. Her moment of joy with a dick flop didn't go as planned. My dick didn't flop as much since after all of her teasing throughout the week and the last few minutes I had now become semi erect. My dick came out more like a spring board than a flop. "Oh wow, are you hard?" I stated I was getting there. I'm assuming that she took it as a challenge. I wasn't sure what shocked me more, the realization that Tonya now had a firm grip of my dick or the chill of her hands.
I had so much to do to get the photo shoot ready but now my dick was being massaged. A stress reliever was in order whether or not I knew it. She had me pulsating and shaking. Her hands glided over my shaft. Pre cum had soaked her palms which made it oh so much easier. Stroke after stroke became harder and faster. "We better stop before one of the other girls gets here" I stated. Tonya responded sharply by saying, "Then you need to cum for me!" If there is anything more that I like is a command from a naked model with my dick in her hand. My cum filled her hand and was squirting everywhere. Just after she wiped my cum on my chest and gave me a lil peck on my cheek Tonya whispered to me, "Are you ready to paint my pussy now?"
Within moments Kim walked in the door. We had forgotten that with black lights any bodily fluids show up like a neon sign. Busted! The room looked like a scene out of C.S.I. The tip of my still fully erect dick glowed. Tonya's hands glowed and my chest looked like an abstract painting illustrated by cum. There was no way around it, Kim knew.
Once cleaned up I still had the daunting task to painting Tonya's pussy. Tonya had laid back on a pillow while the now nude Kim gathered my paints to assist me with the creative process. "Spencer, you have to paint Tonya's pussy with the paint brush this time", laughed Kim. I took the brush and dipped it in some yellow paint to outline Tonya's labia. Her lips were swollen and had a purpleish tint to them. She squirmed a bit at first with every brush stroke. "I absolutely love the feeling of the brush on my thighs".
Kim was great help by playing clean up crew as well as adding to the brush strokes. She went more for the sensual and teasing strokes. Although her painting style was a bit messy. I believe that was on purpose. Kim would immediately make sure to avoid getting paint directly on Tonya's lips. Kim reached down with her finger to wipe the drips of paint that landed on Tonya's pussy. Tonya let out a light sigh as Kim played a little long with her pussy lips. Moisture was starting to accumulate on Tonya's pussy and it began to flow into the paint itself..
Now that Tonya's pussy was properly painted it was time to do what we set out to accomplish. We still needed to shoot the photos. Tonya laid back again but this time on the all black set. Kim adjusted my black light lighting to help the pussy glow. Tonya's legs were wide open and welcomed the camera lens in. I laid on my stomach to get the right angle for the shot. My face and camera was right up against Tonya's pussy. I needed a macro shot that showed the detail of Tonya's pussy.
As I was finishing up the shots I heard the door open. Carrie and her husband had arrived. I needed a dick in a few shots. "Kevin" was a hesitant subject. He was a bit shy about being nude but went through with it anyway. "Kevin and Carrie, if you don't mind could you strip? I'd like to get some paint on you right away and keep the shoot moving." I wanted to help break the ice for Kevin. I directed Carrie to kneel behind Kevin and wrap her hands around his waist. "I need to have you shield Kevin's dick from view but have your fingers spread". Kim and Tonya were now seasoned vets and grabbed paint brushes to paint the areas that I wanted in the shot.
Carrie was enjoying teasing Kevin's balls while the rest of us slapped paint in every crevice. Kevin's dick seemed to be the last area to receive coloring. Kim was tonight's expert in painting genitals so the duty went to her. Carrie took a break from playing with Kevin's balls long enough for her friend to paint the shaft and tip.
I took a few shots to get the ball rolling. The initial shots were pretty tame and artistic but I wanted more. Kevin's erection would look awesome poking out of the top of his wife's hand. "Carrie if you can fluff Kevin now that would be great". She had already been giving him light strokes in between shots. Kim stated, "I've know you both for many years but I never thought I'd be watching you give a handjob to your husband". In fact we all were watching. Kim, Tonya and I seemed to step out of reality for a moment and became willing voyeurs. Fortunately or unfortunately Kevin's dick was not achieving a full erection. As if not minding a bit Carrie continued on with the most sensual handjob I'd have ever seen.
For the second time that night my dick stood up with a firm erection. My hand seemed to fall down to my side with masturbatory instinct. With a camera in my right hand and my own cock in my left I fondled myself during this intermission show. It was quiet in the studio except for the sound of skin on skin manipulation and heavy breaths. Kevin's eyes were barely open and staring at Tonya. Tonya had a straight on view of the scene. I had no doubt that her pussy was swollen again.
During Carrie's handjob she glanced over and saw that she not only was getting her husband hard but that she inadvertently had me throbbing. Carrie looked into my eyes and gave me a devilish grin that showed her approval. She had now joined the club as a voyeur. Paint and precum were once again mixing. I felt a hand glance across my back and noticed Kim had come closer. Her hand glided down my back and had my skin tingling. Without notice her warm lips had become wrapped around my dick,
I'm not sure how we completed all of the photos in the shot list but I will say that we all ended up naked and providing bodily fluids that glowed in the blacklight.
