Wedding Belle

[gldenwetgoose 21,486]

A professional photographer helps a young bride build her confidence with a bit of desperation and peeing along the way, and maybe a happy ending too. 
 

I have to say, I have absolutely the best job in the world and it’s largely down to my awesome clients. Photography is a tough game and it’s getting tougher year by year. Everyone has a camera in their pocket, but just because everyone has a camera doesn’t make everyone a photographer.

People think that professional photographers just spend their Saturdays pitching up at weddings, taking a few photos and having the rest of the week off to dream up extortionate prices. That couldn’t be further from the truth. Of course there’s image editing to do and all the business side of things.  But the thing nobody thinks about is that client relationship.

You see - what very few people realise is that if the client isn’t 100% comfortable with their photographer and with being in front of the camera it will show on their photos. The eyes are the window to the soul, and if there’s any anxiety then the eyes will show it. That’s where my USP (unique selling point) comes in….  I’ll never accept a client without meeting them and being completely sure that I’m right for them and vice versa.  Often there’s clients who I know aren’t for me and I’ll gently steer them away.  Usually it’s the pretty young things, more concerned about their princess fairytale than anything else. There’s a term in the industry ‘Bridezilla’ and I’ve met enough of them.

Instead most of my clients are definitely people I could see myself becoming friends with, and often do.  That was just the case with Lisa and Mark.  I had a good feeling about them when I first met to discuss their plans, showed them my work and started to get to know each other.  Yes I did accept them as clients and to be honest they are now amongst my favourite clients - for several reasons…

 

Mark is a self employed mechanic with a craftsman business servicing luxury and sports cars, lots of classics so not run of the mill, and Lisa is a teaching assistant. Both down to earth grounded people, my favourite kind.

One thing which Lisa declared right up front was how camera shy she was, nothing unusual there. So we arranged a pre-shoot. It’s an icebreaker really, just a chance for us all to get to know each other and for them to get comfortable in front of my big pro cameras. That and a nice set of portraits for them to enjoy.  With an early summer wedding, we arranged a day in April and a venue - a local nature reserve.  The weather couldn’t have been better as I pulled into the car park, broken cloud and sunshine, a warm spring day.

I was just getting my camera bodies and lens’ mated up when Lisa pulled in, the burble of her classic mini GT sounding gorgeous.  That wasn’t the only gorgeous thing to be honest, I don’t mean to be shallow, but Lisa was one of those naturally beautiful ladies who actually don’t realise how stunning they actually are. Naturally wavy brunette hair sitting on her shoulders, she had a plaid brushed shirt on, hanging loosely over tight pale blue denim jeans.

I was just about to ask where Mark was when she explained. He’d been called out to a breakdown recovery for an important client - but was it ok if we carried on, after all it was mostly for her benefit - she was the camera shy one.

 

So, after a quick coffee from the flask I’d brought (all part of the service) Lisa and I walked along the gravel path into the reserve.  Making small talk was easy, Lisa was quite a natural bubbly person, not at all shy really, just camera shy it seemed.  That’s always a bonus, I can work with that.

We soon reached a little section of dry stone wall and a stile, a suitable spot to get started on some pictures. It very soon became apparent that the camera shyness was due to not normally liking pictures of herself, and that causing a vicious circle of looking uneasy whenever the camera was present.

“Right, time for a bit of theory” I said, putting my heavy camera down on the dry grass.  “Let’s teach you how to smile”

There’s a little photographer’s trick here for anyone who struggles to smile, and Lisa certainly did.

“OK, so press your tongue onto the back of your upper front teeth… like this” I said, showing her. “You can’t help but smile then - and you have dimples”

That made Lisa giggle, another trick of the trade of course - giggling is always good.  So we spent the next half hour taking head and shoulders pictures, Lisa practising her new-found dimpled smile, with every permutation you can imagine of hands running through hair, thoughtfully resting on chin, turned to look over shoulders, smiling into the lens and smouldering looks into the distance.

The difference was amazing, just to see Lisa becoming more at ease was really showing through the viewfinder.

“You know what, you’re getting to be a natural at this” I said “I really want you to see these last images, I really think you’re going to like them.

Back at the car I poured us both another coffee whilst I did a quick upload onto the laptop. Looking at the headshots, the reaction was everything I hoped for - Lisa absolutely loved them and went as far as saying they were her favourite ever photos of her self. Result!

 

So with that we walked back into the nature reserve, heading off in a different direction and finding a wooded thicket.

“Ok, so what I’d like you to do - let’s start with your feet - one foot in front of the other, and put your weight on your back foot. So now, twist your slightly bent knee in, one hand on your hip - no, the other one. Lean forwards slightly….

Now, shoulders back, but boobs forward, oh and chin up very slightly - sort of like this!”  I showed Lisa what I meant.

“So you mean I’m supposed to do all of this every time?”

“Don’t worry I’ll help you” I reassured her “It makes your body follow a sort of ’S’ shape and the fact you’re not square on to the camera makes you look curvy and slim at the same time…  which you are anyway…

There is one trick to posing”  and as I said that I was having to reign in all manner of naughty thoughts.

“Just imagine you’re bursting for a wee”

With that Lisa threw her head back and roared with laughter, giving me the perfect chance to fire off a few more frames of her natural beauty.

“So you’re telling me you want to photograph me desperate for the toilet?” Accused Lisa with a wink.  Naturally I denied that, I’ve never confessed my fetish to a client like that, I’d always assumed it’d be professional suicide to have my naughty secret known like that.

“Anyway, I guess it’s just coincidence that those actions - clenching thighs together, twisting one leg in front of the other, bending slightly at the waist, all those sorts of things - happen to also be great modelling poses.  Next time you’re reading a classy magazine just look. Trust me.”

“Ok, ok” laughed Lisa “I’m not sure I completely believe you, but I’ll give it a go.  You may have a point, Mark certainly seems to be, erm, more ‘attentive’ when I arrive home absolutely frantic for the loo. Do you think that’s it?  Is it just that?”  With that Lisa blushed slightly and broke eye contact, I could sort of sense a little more to the story, but somehow couldn’t bring myself to ask.

I also honestly couldn’t tell whether this was all part of Lisa’s innocent girl-next-door charm or whether she had me completely nailed and was proving it.

 

The next hour flew past, Lisa practising lots of newfound poses, me snapping away endlessly and my imagination constantly on the edge.  It didn’t help that Lisa kept reminding herself out loud ‘Needing a wee’, ‘Ooh, bursting’, ‘Oh no, I wonder where the toilet is?’

It was taking me all my effort to concentrate on my work - of course professionalism has to come first.  And what professionalism…   Over the course of a couple of hours Lisa had turned from camera shy stunningly but completely unaware natural beauty to a smouldering model, her poses were now completely fluid and instinctive.

“Right, I think perhaps our work here is done - you’re looking so much more comfortable in front of the lens. That was exactly the aim of today.  You can relax now, you’ve done brilliantly!”

“Ooh thank goodness for that” was Lisa’s reply, with just an edge of tension, but she was still smiling.

With that we walked back towards the car park. Lisa was a little quiet, but I put it down to probably it having been a bit of a long day.  Somehow the time had flashed past, I hadn’t taken any notice of the time, but the sun was certainly lower in the sky and the light more golden.

Just about then we reached the dry stone wall and the stile leading to the car park. As I glanced across at Lisa the sun was glinting off her hair beautifully.  I just couldn’t resist catching another few images in that warm toned light.

 

For the first time all day Lisa called a check on the session “Erm, do you mind if we finish quite soon, erm there’s something I really need to do…”

“No problem” I replied lowering the camera “Anyway, you’ve got this acting like you need a wee thing completely nailed  - but perhaps that’s one step too far…”

“What?” Asked Lisa and I gestured towards the fact that she had not only her knees crossed and thighs clenched, but also had a hand clamped firmly on her crotch, fingers buried deeply between her legs, no doubt putting some delicious pressure firmly in the area of her peehole.

In an instant all of my background imagination of this beautiful lady in a desperate state had been confirmed and I prayed she would’t notice the stirring in the front of my pants. Professionalism was just about still winning through.

“Oh, erm, I didn’t realise” apologised Lisa, pulling her hand away - and squirming all the more for a second before jamming both hands on the spot. "I am really, really desperate. I think I may have just leaked a bit.

Oh God, I don't believe I just told you that!"

“Sorry” I offered, trying to sound genuine “You should have said sooner, we could have stopped. I did think your posing was getting more realistic.  Come on, let’s get you back”

With that I climbed over the stile, turning to offer Lisa a gentlemanly hand. As I did, I was just in time to see Lisa descending behind the wall. It took me a moment to process that I was seeing what my perverted imagination told me was happening.  Lisa had obviously reached her limit and taken the opportunity to use the shelter of the wall to yank down her jeans as she dropped into a low squat.

Almost instantly I could hear the loud splattering of pee against grass and behind it the hissing gush of what must have been a powerful jet of urine making its much awaited release.  Time seemed to stand still while I took in the delicious moment. Lisa had her head back, eyes closed and was breathing deeply.  The sun was glinting on her dark hair and I couldn’t resist raising my camera one more time. Her bare backside was hidden behind the wall anyway.

With the first click of the shutter Lisa jolted back to the moment and looked at me in shock.

“Are you photographing me weeing?” She asked, but did giggle, the splatter still continuing.

I assured her that I couldn’t see anything inappropriate, she was safely hidden behind the stone wall and that I wouldn’t have taken the photo if I could (even though I desperately wanted to).

Then whilst she was still mid-flow we actually had a full conversation from our opposite sides of the wall.  Lisa actually went as far as to apologise for peeing in the open like that. I of course tried not to sound aroused and assured her it was ok.

Apparently she’d been wanting a wee all afternoon but hadn’t seen any toilets at the car park.  Apparently she’s no stranger to peeing in the great outdoors whether it be in the shelter of a wall, in the trees or even sat on the doorsill of her car. Apparently her best friends, who I’ll be photographing as bridesmaids, are exactly the same.  All the time she was peeing and talking, her face was radiating a glow of sheer delight and I carried on snapping a few more photos.

Finally her flood slowed to a gentler splatter and then became inaudible. With a final deep breath the moment was clearly over.  After a couple of quick bounces Lisa stood up, pulling up white cotton panties and turning to ensure she was side on to me in one smooth movement.  Then a quick wriggle of her jeans back up and Lisa turned to face me.

Her face was flushed “I can’t believe I’ve just had a wee right in front of you.  Still it was that or I literally would have wet myself.   I guess I can’t complain at being camera shy any more.”

 

With that, normality was restored and we walked back to our cars. I packed away the cameras, Lisa gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. She told me how much she’d enjoyed the day, how at ease she felt now and how much she was looking forward to seeing the pictures. Then I watched her drive out of the car park and heard her mini’s exhaust note rise as she accelerated onto the main road.

I locked my car, then walked back up the path and over the stile. There was no trace of Lisa’s pee, it had all soaked into the grass. I checked that nobody was in sight before undoing my belt and pulling open my jeans. Then I unleashed a flow of my own pee onto the same spot Lisa had used a few minutes ago. The feeling was electric, my own release, the cool air around my manhood and the mental images. Even as I was still peeing I found myself getting hard, holding gave way to stroking and in turn that gave way to building up a quick but intense orgasm.

I definitely love my job

[Kupar 13,338]

A great story @gldenwetgoose! Lovely build up, great scenario rooted in experience, potential for 'part 2: the wedding'. I like Lisa very much indeed. My kind of girl.

[Kupar 13,338]

Just read this again @gldenwetgoose - it really is very good. Also, I couldn't help smiling when I re-read your description of wanting clients to be comfortable in front of your big equipment (or words to that effect) 🙂 

[gldenwetgoose 21,486]

1 minute ago, Kupar said:

Just read this again @gldenwetgoose - it really is very good. Also, I couldn't help smiling when I re-read your description of wanting clients to be comfortable in front of your big equipment (or words to that effect) 🙂 

I'm glad you picked up on that lol.

You'll be pleased to know I've started on the next instalment, although it seems to be getting to the action even more slowly 🙄

[Kupar 13,338]

6 minutes ago, gldenwetgoose said:

I'm glad you picked up on that lol.

You'll be pleased to know I've started on the next instalment, although it seems to be getting to the action even more slowly 🙄

Looking forward to it already. Don't worry about the preamble ... it'll be nicely written, and good to read 🙂

[wether 58]

One of the stories to remember and come back to. Thanks!

[gldenwetgoose 21,486]

Continuing the story of Lisa the Wedding Belle and her wedding photographer.

 

Some three weeks had passed since the test shoot with Lisa.  I’d been through my normal workflow - filtering hundreds of images down to about a quarter, making some very minor tweaks. Colour temperature, highlights, a bit of contrast pop. Then I’d uploaded and sent Mark & Lisa a link to access the images. Our next planned meeting was to be the wedding rehearsal itself which would be in the week leading to the big day, but then I had a slightly cryptic text from Lisa asking if I could help her with something a bit ‘unusual’.

We spoke on the phone and it turned out she wanted some more portraits, but ‘of a different kind’ as a surprise wedding night gift for Mark. We had a chat around her ideas and a few thoughts I had.  The emphasis on ‘wedding night’ it was obvious these weren’t going to be pictures for the family album. She assured me that our previous shoot had cured any camera shyness and even giggled that I’d photographed her peeing so what else was there to be shy about.

I didn’t actually admit that I’m not that experienced when it comes to glamour or boudoir photography, but then if anyone saw my internet browsing history they’d no I have enjoyed my fair share of it.

 

 

So, putting together something to combine Mark’s two loves - his fiancé and his cars we hatched a plan.  He was to be away with the boys that weekend and I’d meet Lisa at his workshop with all my studio lighting gear.  Actually we met at the pub across the road. Lisa was already there when I walked in, sitting at a table with a large glass of white wine and next to her a glass of lemonade.

She looked amazing even in a loose grey hoodie and matching jogging pants. I sat down and she explained that she’d asked her best friend Sarah to come along - mostly for moral support. She explained she was a bit nervous but at the same time excited about the evening.  She looked quite relieved when I agreed it wasn’t an issue at all and it was good for her to have a chaperone as it were.

We started to discuss what she had in mind and at that point Sarah appeared, presumably from the toilets. Sarah was quite an imposing girl - tall and broad shouldered, attractive in a bold sort of way.  Her manner seemed to suit her too. Whereas Lisa was polite and chatty, quite conservative and well spoken, Sarah seemed on initial impressions to be somewhat more forwards and, well, blunt. She was friendly though.

Anyway the girls finished their drinks and we walked across the road. Lisa unlocked the door and put lights on whilst Sarah helped me carrying equipment in. Not quite knowing the layout I always over-prepare, so I had my roller camera case, three studio flash heads and stands, extension leads, diffusers and soft boxes. Everything bar the kitchen sink.

Once everything was in Lisa showed me around. There was a waiting area with a leather Chesterfield type sofa that looked like it had potential as a prop, then there was the workshop itself. At the front were a couple of nice cars on four post lifts which Lisa dismissed as clients’ cars, instead leading me to the rear of the workshop where Mark’s own cars were.

Wow! The guy had some collection - all of them pristine looking like the day they rolled off their production lines.  A dark green Landrover Series II, an off-white Volvo P1800 just like the one from the TV series The Saint, an exquisite Lotus 47 in it’s Gold Leaf red, cream and gold racing livery and then a little closer to current, a late 80’s Subaru WRX in it’s classic blue and gold.

I think I must have been standing looking like a little kid in the window of a sweet shop, at least until Lisa snapped me back to reality with a “Right, I’ll just go and get undressed - where do you want me?” and a slightly embarrassed giggle. Of course that was the aim of the evening, the cars were just props of course compared to the main attraction.

 

 

I won’t bore you too much with all the details, but Lisa had evidently put a lot of thought into what she was going to model for Mark’s later enjoyment.  There was first of all what I guess would be her ‘naughty teacher’ attire… tight black pinstripe short skirt and a very tight semi see-through blouse, buttons open to reveal a black push up bra. We modelled that with her in the driving seat of the Volvo.

Next, the skirt and blouse were swapped for a short light blue denim miniskirt and tight white vest. Those were a perfect match both in colour combination and mood for the Scooby WRX. Also it turned out some sneaky flashing of her white cotton panties too, an inspired choice.  I have to say at this point I was a little surprised how un-camera shy Lisa was, compared to the portraits a few weeks previously. It just goes to show how valuable the getting to know each other was, getting used to the camera. Perhaps also having her friend there - or just the alcohol she’d had earlier too.

From there things got even naughtier, with Lisa swapping into a tight lacy halter top, evidently no bra needed and very tight leather look trousers with matching black heels. We used the Lotus for this set, its low roof was on a level with Lisa’s hips so lots of shots bent low over the roof, legs slightly apart and bum pointing to the camera. Part of me couldn’t believe how erotic all of this was, at the same time though it was a job and my professionalism still had to play a part. It was sort of tantric almost - I was getting to look intently at this provocatively dressed young lady, examining her every curve, adjusting the position and settings of my lighting to emphasise every highlight and shadow just how I wanted them. These were going to be incredibly special images, particularly after the post production.

Lisa confessed she had spent some time browsing adult websites, she’d looked at Mark’s browsing history and had a good idea what he liked. I loved the fact there was no jealousy at all there. So that explained the new-found poses and stances she was practicing. Then there was also the desperate for the loo pose which was definitely still working - on me anyway.  It also didn’t go unnoticed by Sarah, who was of course standing on the sidelines and seemed to be enjoying the show too. No doubt they were close and Sarah probably knew her body language better than anyone.

“You alright Lise” she said at one point “You look like you’re right bursting for a wee!”

Lisa laughed and explained the conversation we’d had during the previous shoot, how adopting the desperate pee stance actually works really well in a modelling sense too.  I couldn’t believe where the conversation led from there, but I certainly wasn’t going to complain.

It turned out that not only was I getting to photograph a very attractive, provocatively dressed young lady draped over some amazing classic cars, but I was also getting a complete blow-by-blow account of all matters pee related directly from the two young ladies.  I’m already a huge fan of the ‘talking to the camera’ genre of pee-porn, but this was, well this was for real. I know a lot of girls seem to talk quite matter of factly about needing a wee, but this was something else.

Sarah seemed to be quite enjoying the sight of her friend posing with legs crossed, thighs clenched and the other classic giveaway signs. She led the conversation through a wonderful tapestry of anecdotes: walks home from the pub whilst desperate for a wee, how it felt, where the pressure lay, how it gradually gets worse and worse.  Tales of nearly wetting the seat in taxis or busses and the relief of just making it home in time. Dancing on the front doorstep fumbling with keys and then running up the stairs.

It seemed the two girls were just as open about their experiences and the best bit was that as I was working away photographing, they didn’t treat me like the bloke in the room - it was like I either wasn’t there, or I was one of them, so there was no embarrassment, no awkwardness. The stories just flowed (no pun intended). Lisa had totally relaxed too in front of the camera, so I was able to get even more natural pictures too. Perfect results all round.

The conversation moved onwards and upwards too.  I subtly asked what happened if they didn’t get home to relief in time, like what f the bus is delayed?  It seems neither Lisa or Sarah really have any hangups about peeing somewhere outdoors or for that matter even perhaps wetting.  To my absolute delight they started recounting personal experiences - Lisa finding herself having to clench for all she’s got when putting petrol in her car and it seems there have been times when she’s been shopping and had a sneaky wee squatting behind her car before driving home.  Sarah apparently will quite often will have a slash (as she not so delicately put it) down an alleyway between pub, takeaway and taxi rank.  Both girls compared notes of peeing in their front gardens when they knew they’d never make it to the bathrooms.

Thinking that I was being very casual and trying to sound not too interested, I asked if they’d ever actually wet themselves. That was whole other delicious box of chocolates - it seems that wetting isn’t an issue at all depending on what they were wearing, and whether it would show. In Lisa’s case she had actually wet herself once whilst walking home in the dark. A cat had rushed out of a gateway, startled her and the next thing she knew her jeans were warm and wet down to the knees.  In Sarah’s case it seemed to be more of a practical solution - summer evenings in beer gardens in a skirt were a thing apparently.  Then the absolute cherry on top of the cake was them recalling an open air concert where, right at the front of the stage, they’d both just wet themselves deliberately under summer dresses all evening rather than lose their place in the crowd.

This was all amazing - I really couldn’t believe this was happening, it was like all my birthdays and Christmases at once. I just hoped my poker face polite interest was keeping up.  I began to have doubts on that when Sarah turned her attention to me.

“So, have you ever photographed a girl having a piss then?” She asked, her bluntness causing me to blush and stammer.

Before I could answer though, Lisa jumped to my defence with a wink “Actually he photographed me whilst I was having a wee outdoors. It was really sweet though and the pictures look amazing.”   Then she changed the subject “Are we ready for my last outfit?  Sarah, can you give me a hand with it please?”

With that the two girls disappeared back into the office and I got to work repositioning lights, this time around the Landrover.  I spent a few minutes browsing images on the back of the camera. They looked amazing, just what I’d hoped for.

 

 

I was still doing that as I heard the girls reappear and heard Sarah saying “Ok, see you in a bit”, before the sound of heels approaching.  I turned towards Lisa, but wasn’t expecting the sight that met me.  Standing there were a pair of white stiletto heels, one firmly crossed over the other and above them were two white stocking clad legs, one of them adorned with a garter belt. White silk panties were framed by a boned white corset and the finishing touch of the bridal headdress. All of it framed perfectly in the ‘I really need a wee now’ pose.

“Sorry, I’ve asked Sarah to pop out for me - I know she can be a bit over the top.  I didn’t want her to embarrass you - but don’t worry your secret is safe with me…”

I looked at her, not knowing quite what to say.

Lisa broke the short silence “Really, it’s ok - Mark is exactly the same, it’s fine. I knew as soon as you explained the ‘need a wee’ posing thing. Don’t worry. It’s fine.  Anyway, do you mind if we carry on, I know this outfit is a bit of a cliche, but it’s my wedding day underwear and I want to blow Mark’s mind.  And yes. I really do need a wee”

Without further ado we started on the final element of the photos. Lisa looked amazing sitting on the front wing of the Landrover, legs crossed, standing beside it looking back over her shoulder towards the camera and other classic poses. Clearly she did need to pee, but evidently that wasn’t a problem

We pretty quickly got everything I wanted, and then the final shot I had in mind.  I quickly moved one of the lights and then stood Lisa centrally in front of the Landrover’s radiator grille.  After a quick standing (looking desperate) pose, Lisa took it upon herself to crouch into a squatting position, one foot forward and the other slightly back, arms out to the side resting on the front bumper.

Then Lisa smiled at me and said “Are you ready?”   Slowly and deliberately Lisa opened her knees very slightly and breathed out deeply. Her face wore that relaxed look that had transfixed me that afternoon of the pre-shoot.  As she relaxed I saw a trickle of liquid track down her bum cheek to drip onto the workshop floor, then another.

“Well start shooting then Silly” smiled Lisa, as the drips turned into a trickle then then two trickles which grew into a steady flow. The silk of her panties took on a clingy wet appearance and the flow grew, with it a gentle hiss and the splatter of falling liquid audible in the silence of the garage. The picture on Lisa’s face was amazing just like it had been previously.

“Oh fuck this feels amazing” muttered Lisa under her breath “fuck it”  and with that she grasped her panties at the side, pulling them down to the tops of her stockings as far as the suspender straps would allow. With that she opened her knees slightly further, pushing a now unhindered flow of her urine onto the floor in front of her. Clearly lost in the moment Lisa had her head back eyes closed just breathing deeply. Finally her stream slowed, back to a trickle and then a dribble again before the last few drips.

“Wow” was all I could find to say as I put the camera down.

“I thought you’d enjoy that” Lisa laughed pointing at the huge bulge which somehow had managed to stay hidden for most of the night. “Like I said, don’t worry at all. That was the reaction I’m hoping for from Mark”

“You will don’t worry about that.  These are going to look amazing.  I can’t wait to show them to you properly and I definitely want to know Mark’s reaction.  Well, maybe not to the last ones. That would definitely be TMI”

 

With that Lisa gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek, whispered ‘Thank you’ and walked back to the office to get changed.

[Kupar 13,338]

Bloody hell! That's hot! Thanks for writing it 😊 

And ... blue and gold WRX? Naughty teacher outfit? 

[gldenwetgoose 21,486]

17 minutes ago, Kupar said:

Bloody hell! That's hot! Thanks for writing it 😊 

And ... blue and gold WRX? Naughty teacher outfit? 

Don't know what you mean.  Before you answer - remember Moderators have powers...

[Kupar 13,338]

Just now, gldenwetgoose said:

Don't know what you mean.  Before you answer - remember Moderators have powers...

I am saying nothing sir.

[Sophie 24,398]

Oh my I am lost for words... My knickers are soaking and it's not because I needed a wee! 

That was hotter than the sun, mind blowingly hot. 

[gldenwetgoose 21,486]

So glad you enjoyed it - it was a pretty amazing occurrence, one that doesn't happen more than perhaps once in a career.

That wasn't the end of the evening's excitement - if you're interested I may tell you the rest of what happened there.

 

But the reason for this post is just a quick follow up on the images themselves.  My workflow is that after any shoot the very first action is to transfer all the image files onto my hard drives, a main working copy and two backups. Then I import all the images into my favourite editing tool - Adobe Lightroom.  The main benefit is being able to work on images in batches, so I can make changes to multiple images all with ease.

In terms of these images it was just really a case of selecting and deselecting the images to go forwards to Lisa. On the selected then really just basic changes - cropping in, darkening some of the shadows, brightening a few highlights, a bit of automatic sharpening and all done. I know what you're dying to know...  The pee pictures at the end.  And yes, they are amazing. As I may have mentioned, the studio lights create their own paths of light, so the normal fluorescent garage lighting doesn't even show on the pictures - just the pool of light and shadow which I create.

In this instance there's a beautiful wash of light across Lisa's breasts emphasising their curves and similarly on her thighs as she crouched down, her pubic triangle shadowed in darkness - some things are best left to the imagination - but below her a wash of side lightning highlighting the golden trickles of pee from her thighs and the splashes from the tarmac too. That last shot really is the absolute highlight of the set.

It's certainly the one I keep going back to look at - far too often perhaps.

[Dr.P 1,473]

@gldenwetgoose, Great story! Thanks for writing! I love the way the suspense builds, throughout the story. Very interesting to know that Lisa was aware of the photographer's kink, very early in the story. I think this insight is true for many women, but men, myself, especially, are often unaware of the depth of their insight into our interests. Thanks for bringing this out.

Dr.P

 

[nopjans 1,178]

That second chapter is a masterpiece. Congratulations and thank you!

[hotwetslut 81]

As a photographer myself you totally captured me with the spot on details that normally are done wrong or glossed over.  Absolutely spot on and captured me very well (photography pun intended).  Great story as always.  So well done 😍

[Breepee24 2]

Amazing story

[Alfresco 11,629]

I never saw the second part of the story when it was written.  So pleased that @Breepee24brought it back to the front page.

@gldenwetgoose I loved the first part when I read it a couple of years ago.  I loved it when I re-read it today and the second part was brilliant.   So well written and such a great subject.    I would love to see those pictures!

And as for @Kupar's observations - Totally agree.

[gldenwetgoose 21,486]

Thank you @Alfresco (and @Breepee24 too).  I'd like to see those photos too...  😉

 

Incidentally - I realised my fiction was getting a bit spread out a while ago and put a bit of a listing together here if it helps.