Having settled in the couch, I ripped open the envelope as my patience eroded when I attempted to open it in the proper way wasting valuable seconds in the process. There they were. My eyes couldn’t take them all in one go and I wanted to savour this moment as much as possible and as long as I could take. So, I froze in front of each picture for what seemed like an eternity spinning my memory wheels generating all the wonderful thoughts. I was in ecstasy while holding some intimate pictures we took. They have come out so nice. Ravi is going to be extremely happy. My personal photo-tour of our trip took a hit when I was looking at a set of snaps that Ravi took of me at the lake during the sunset. They were his personal favourites when he was shooting them. Saving one, the rest of them seemed to have come out really gloomily. They were supposed to be the erotic collection of his wonderful wife, that’s what he kept calling them. The scene was quite romantic and since not a soul was to be found at the lake side in that evening when we had been there he decided to shoot a few pictures of me devoid of my blouse, covering my tits with the saree. It made me a bit sad to think how Ravi would be disappointed when he sees this. My thoughts were interrupted by mr.nair’s voice. ‘Madam, what do you think about the snaps? You seemed to be not as radiant as you were a few minutes ago. Is something wrong?’ Not being able to hide my crestfallen face, I nodded to him and explained to him about the plight of some of Ravi’s favourite shots choosing not to explain about the snaps in depth. He seemed to have caught on quickly. ‘Madam, I understand. This happens with conventional photography all the time. That was the main reason why I was prompting Ravi to switch over to the digital. See, this could have been avoided. He could have controlled the lighting better, especially in the sunrise / sunset situations’ he paused. I jolted thinking how could he have known? Has he seen those pictures while printing? Anyway, he still wasn’t committal. He might have been referring to the normal photographic rules. He was asking me, ‘Madam is that your picture that he took and didn’t turn out up to the mark? Although it is hard to believe as any kind of crappy lighting and dumb camera should freeze your image beautiful as you are beautiful as it is’. Blushing and smiling a bit I nodded ‘yes they were pictures of me that didn’t come out well.’ and finished the sentence with a tinge of sadness. ‘Oh, let’s see what went wrong. Show me madam’, with that he took the envelope lying on the table with pictures on it. Before I could tell him anything he saw those sunset shots as they were the ones I was seeing at the very end. His eyebrows went up immediately as he was openly staring at my naked shoulder and my tits hiding behind the semi transparent saree. I should grab this opportunity and take a small break and describe myself. I am an attractive house wife pushing into mid thirties with a structure enough to make any male go drooling behind me. I am 36C 30 39 and 5 ft 7” tall. I look fair and I have a round face and silky straight hair touching my mid shoulder. My buxom features are usually sufficient to spin heads when I walked on the road. Not so much into jewellery, I prefer not to wear any gaudy ornaments. I blushed, as he started his expert commentary on the exposure and the lighting concepts that would have made the background look much better and so on, all the time his eyes riveting on my tits in the picture rather than the background finally finished his lecture and handed the snap back to me with a happy face. I was thinking to myself ‘Should I have refused to show him those snaps?’ while I extended hand headed towards those snaps.
Mr.nair offered, ‘madam, here is the deal. Ravi is a good friend of mine and I can do him a favour. I shall take some professional pictures of you in some nice poses. You can present them as a surprise so at least he is not too disappointed and if he is happy, I guess you are happy too’ I was listening to him involuntarily nodding to his suggestion ‘and I can make use of a couple of them nice pictures in the still left over empty space in my wall there’ he pointed to the wall. ‘Let’s do this for free, you are happy, I am happy and above all Ravi is very happy, what do you say?’ I was still nodding and staring at the wall he pointed to and they were all pictures of glamorous models in mostly semi naked suggestive poses. There were a few older but very nice looking faces too relatively fully dressed. ‘Your kind of face is the valuable addition missing from my collection at the wall madam. You don’t know how photogenic you are. Ravi might have told you. Anyways the modern photo industry in general and my photo studio in particular will be very proud to have you in the collection there madam’ with that he did a mock bow. I smiled and was mesmerized by his speech. At that outset, it sounded like a wonderful deal which had one of those “and they lived happily ever after” endings. Any case, I liked the idea of giving some surprise to Ravi as my mind is not fully out of those pictures that I was seeing. ‘Come in madam… this way’ mr.nair said loudly interrupting my thoughts again. I don’t remember agreeing to his proposal formally, but he was already leading me to the studio room. I looked back at the pictures of those models on the wall again, one last time. I was thinking to myself, ‘Should I have said a NO to all this??’ while I headed for the open doors of the studio.
That was my first entry in his studio and it was nothing like the last time I had been there to take a passport picture. It was years before anyway. I was a bit overwhelmed at the enormity of the set and the infrastructure in general. ‘Since you agreed to pose as a picture model for our studio wall I suggest you take a complete photo shoot madam. Usually it is very expensive. I shall give you some pictures to surprise Ravi this evening and eventually in a week’s time shall make a whole album out of today’s shoot.’
I was just nodding. ‘Ok madam; please stand there in the centre.’ With that he switched on the light. I nodded and walked thinking of my shabby dress and also acutely conscious of my lack of undergarments. The very thought of this made me bothersome, at the same time excited. So, I stopped and asked him, ‘Could this wait for an hour or so mr.nair? So I could go home freshen up and come back with something more appropriate and better looking for a photo shoot?’ He nodded negatively saying, ‘Madam, you don’t understand. We will just take a few trial shots now, and then we will think of the costume. Remember, this is a professional studio and we shoot for a lot of models here regularly. ‘Leave the worrying part to me. We have decent changing rooms here and there is a make up table in the corner if you need to use it. I believe you don’t need it for the trial shots. any more questions? I have an important appointment in the afternoon.’ I noticed the sudden change in the tone and him exuberating his professionalism and authoritativeness the minute he entered the studio room. I was too shy to bring up my underwear issue and I let it pass by. If he had noticed from behind that I wasn’t wearing a bra, he didn’t pay any special attention to it. As he switched on the lights, a dummy coconut tree trunk in a slanted shape at the middle of studio came to my view and there was matching beach scenery wallpaper at the wall behind. I suddenly remembered the picture of the girl in bikini on the wall posing in the same background. The picture of the model was stunningly realistic which made me think that it was taken really at the beach. The Plaster-of-Paris coconut tree trunk looked so real in the picture. ‘So, please lean on the tree and stretch your hands a bit madam’ mr.nair was standing in his place behind those studio lights with the camera in his hand waiting for me. I bunched up my hair and adjusted the ‘bun’ in my head before leaning on the tree and all the while noticed that nair was staring at my folds in my hip. The way he studies the area made him look like a man seriously planning for a mountaineering expedition along the contour of my hip if only he was a miniature. What might be the destination? my nipple? I was smiling at my own imagination. Although I wasn’t really feeling comfortable to his open staring, I didn’t really mind. I went to the tree, leaned on it and began stretching my arms, but suddenly cautious, brought my pallu and was about to tuck it around my waist when heard mr.nair shout ‘Leave it as it is madam. It is the essence of the picture. Don’t tie it in your hip. We are not taking group photo here.’ I was slightly taken aback by the harshness in his voice. I had let the pallu loose again while lying over the slant tree I was facing him to my left. Now I understood his concept. I should let my pallu on a free flow, so he could get a free show. I was thinking to myself ‘Should I have let my pallu free?’ while my stretched hands headed for the tree trunk over my head.
to be continued......
Mr.nair offered, ‘madam, here is the deal. Ravi is a good friend of mine and I can do him a favour. I shall take some professional pictures of you in some nice poses. You can present them as a surprise so at least he is not too disappointed and if he is happy, I guess you are happy too’ I was listening to him involuntarily nodding to his suggestion ‘and I can make use of a couple of them nice pictures in the still left over empty space in my wall there’ he pointed to the wall. ‘Let’s do this for free, you are happy, I am happy and above all Ravi is very happy, what do you say?’ I was still nodding and staring at the wall he pointed to and they were all pictures of glamorous models in mostly semi naked suggestive poses. There were a few older but very nice looking faces too relatively fully dressed. ‘Your kind of face is the valuable addition missing from my collection at the wall madam. You don’t know how photogenic you are. Ravi might have told you. Anyways the modern photo industry in general and my photo studio in particular will be very proud to have you in the collection there madam’ with that he did a mock bow. I smiled and was mesmerized by his speech. At that outset, it sounded like a wonderful deal which had one of those “and they lived happily ever after” endings. Any case, I liked the idea of giving some surprise to Ravi as my mind is not fully out of those pictures that I was seeing. ‘Come in madam… this way’ mr.nair said loudly interrupting my thoughts again. I don’t remember agreeing to his proposal formally, but he was already leading me to the studio room. I looked back at the pictures of those models on the wall again, one last time. I was thinking to myself, ‘Should I have said a NO to all this??’ while I headed for the open doors of the studio.
That was my first entry in his studio and it was nothing like the last time I had been there to take a passport picture. It was years before anyway. I was a bit overwhelmed at the enormity of the set and the infrastructure in general. ‘Since you agreed to pose as a picture model for our studio wall I suggest you take a complete photo shoot madam. Usually it is very expensive. I shall give you some pictures to surprise Ravi this evening and eventually in a week’s time shall make a whole album out of today’s shoot.’
I was just nodding. ‘Ok madam; please stand there in the centre.’ With that he switched on the light. I nodded and walked thinking of my shabby dress and also acutely conscious of my lack of undergarments. The very thought of this made me bothersome, at the same time excited. So, I stopped and asked him, ‘Could this wait for an hour or so mr.nair? So I could go home freshen up and come back with something more appropriate and better looking for a photo shoot?’ He nodded negatively saying, ‘Madam, you don’t understand. We will just take a few trial shots now, and then we will think of the costume. Remember, this is a professional studio and we shoot for a lot of models here regularly. ‘Leave the worrying part to me. We have decent changing rooms here and there is a make up table in the corner if you need to use it. I believe you don’t need it for the trial shots. any more questions? I have an important appointment in the afternoon.’ I noticed the sudden change in the tone and him exuberating his professionalism and authoritativeness the minute he entered the studio room. I was too shy to bring up my underwear issue and I let it pass by. If he had noticed from behind that I wasn’t wearing a bra, he didn’t pay any special attention to it. As he switched on the lights, a dummy coconut tree trunk in a slanted shape at the middle of studio came to my view and there was matching beach scenery wallpaper at the wall behind. I suddenly remembered the picture of the girl in bikini on the wall posing in the same background. The picture of the model was stunningly realistic which made me think that it was taken really at the beach. The Plaster-of-Paris coconut tree trunk looked so real in the picture. ‘So, please lean on the tree and stretch your hands a bit madam’ mr.nair was standing in his place behind those studio lights with the camera in his hand waiting for me. I bunched up my hair and adjusted the ‘bun’ in my head before leaning on the tree and all the while noticed that nair was staring at my folds in my hip. The way he studies the area made him look like a man seriously planning for a mountaineering expedition along the contour of my hip if only he was a miniature. What might be the destination? my nipple? I was smiling at my own imagination. Although I wasn’t really feeling comfortable to his open staring, I didn’t really mind. I went to the tree, leaned on it and began stretching my arms, but suddenly cautious, brought my pallu and was about to tuck it around my waist when heard mr.nair shout ‘Leave it as it is madam. It is the essence of the picture. Don’t tie it in your hip. We are not taking group photo here.’ I was slightly taken aback by the harshness in his voice. I had let the pallu loose again while lying over the slant tree I was facing him to my left. Now I understood his concept. I should let my pallu on a free flow, so he could get a free show. I was thinking to myself ‘Should I have let my pallu free?’ while my stretched hands headed for the tree trunk over my head.
to be continued......
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