I was beginning to relax slightly with my blouse less attire and eased up a little and smiled for the first time. He showered a lot of clicks until he was satisfied. Next, he handed me the basket and told me to walk to the centre of the set so he can cover as much background as he can get and told me to place the basket over my head. I held the basket with a raised hand and posed as if I was walking. The side and the base of my left breast were showing up a bit which generated tingles in me again knowing that I am providing a partially unabashed view to nair now. He clicked several shots in the pose of me revealing my armpit and the fair mid rib region. My perky nipples were clearly poking out of the saree now adding the sensuousness to the shots I suppose. While I was leaning on the well with my left hand standing at a corner right along the wall, my back rested accidentally on a camouflaged switch on the wall. I heard the noise of the switch go off and the next instance I felt myself screaming. Nair ran towards me and stopped midway through laughing so hard. I had been standing right under the shower of the studio and I had turned the switch on by mistake. He pulled my shivering self away from the water quickly and found the switch on the wall and turned it off. By then, it was too late and I was soaked to my skin and my wet hair sticking to my body. He explained that since the wiring for the switch can’t be installed anywhere else it has to be behind the wallpaper in the wall, its presence not obvious at all. He also explained that this set is also typically used for the rain scene shoots. While I was drenching wet he said, ‘hold on madam, I will take you to the change room in a minute, but this is a priceless shot.’ Unable to react either way I was just staring at him as he clicked. I was wiping the water off my face which in itself presented him with more natural poses as my rain soaked pallu gave way obviously. I was thinking to myself ‘Should I even need to wear a dress at all after this?’ While my hands headed up to cover my obviously jutting out nipples.
After taking a series of snaps of the wet-me, mr.nair ran inside and brought a towel and wrapped over my shoulder. He took me to the changing room and told me to wait there. He came back, with a colourful polka dotted thin long muslin cloth and a white shirt which was looking many times smaller than my size. ‘Madam, I can’t seem to find the clothes of right size fir you. Please change into this after removing your wet clothes, I shall dry it in the drier we have next door and bring them back.’ Left with no other choice I meekly nodded and got the clothes from him. I removed my saree that was sticking to my body and untied the petticoat and kicked myself out of it. I hung them both on the change room door and started wiping my wet hair and skin dry with the towel. As he just explained Nair’s large hands grabbed my wet clothes from the door and they disappeared in front of my eyes. With a crooked smile nair commented, ‘madam did you not bother to wear panty too when you had planned to visit our shop?’ and without waiting for an answer he walked away. I was thinking about the turn of events and the way I got reduced to nothing systematically here, and was made to stand in this studio buck naked within 45 minutes’ time. Strangely I was getting more and more excited. Quickly wiping myself dry I wrapped around my hip the thin silky cloth he gave me. It was sufficiently long to wrap around me and in fact the material l was so soft and nice, but it was barely crossing my knee. So, I had to wear it as low as possible to let it fall at least a few inches below knee. I had never worn anything like that in my life ever. It was soft, silky and long yet it was flimsy and thin. Since it was too long in width I wrapped around me once tightly, and then took a few neat frills and tucked it almost in the saree style. The thin silky cloth did complete justice by portraying the features of my gorgeous butt and exhibited the shape of my body without any betrayal. Omission of any traces of panty line added to the effect. This fact was obvious when I saw myself in the mirror. Next, I tried to fit myself into the thin loose sleeveless white shirt. It was loose at the sides but horribly tight across the breasts, if I had tried to button it I can only manage to button up just the one in the middle out of the 3 buttons in the shirt. So I let the top and the bottom ones unbuttoned. I was thinking to myself ‘Should I have retained my wet saree??’ while my hands headed for the hem of the towel-skirt to pull it down a bit more to cover my thighs.
I looked myself at the full length mirror and I was looking so different. I have never exposed so much skin in my life after wearing a dress. Still I liked the way I looked and in a unique way I was looking hot. I did some touch ups here and there with outfit. I dried the hair once again and used the comb in the room to quickly do my hair. When I was trying my hair high above my head as a bun, I heard nair knocking the door. I was doing some serious thinking if I should open the door in first place and then finally decided to after the persistent knocking and lots of ‘madam’s from nair. When I did open the door fully and stood facing nair, his expression was something beyond words. He looked at me as if I am an angel descended right into his studio. My breasts were arrested in such a tight shirt secured with a single button that they were looking as if they might burst out of the dress any minute. The soft muslin cloth tied around my hip was revealing my features instead of hiding. It started a good 3 inches below my navel and ended a few inches below my knee. I must have been one hot package presenting myself in front of nair. Nair still managed to talk. ‘madam you look stunningly beautiful. Why don’t you try this on?’ He fetched a large Mexican hat for me. It was a large round hat with a huge base and lots of flower work embroidered on the front side. ‘Here madam, this will suit you very well with the rest of the outfit. I knew you would look stunning in this’. when I lifted my arms to wear the hat on my head he was taking a peek at the base of my bare tits under that short tight shirt without the last button on. ‘Madam, Can you pose in the beach set with this dress for a few shots for me? Since you we have to wait for your saree to come off the drier which will take probably half an hour’ I was thinking why not, there is nothing to loose now and plus which, I really liked the way the large beautiful hat changed my looks. It fitted just over my bunched up hair as if it was designed for my head. I was looking a little tom boyish as the hat covered three-fourth of my hair. I agreed for a few snaps and began to walk and I could feel the cool air brushing against me through the gap in the soft muslin cloth wrapped around my hip and reach up there only to make me feel more excited. I was thinking to myself ‘Should I have refused to pose in this outfit?’ while I headed towards the set.
Nair told me to lean on the tree trunk and redo the same pose once again with my hands behind and right leg resting on tree. He came close to me and let those locks of semi-wet hair to fall on my face. I leaned back my body on the tree and wore the Rayban he gave me on my face, lifted my right leg to rest on the tree and held the trunk with my hands behind. I cocked my face to my left to face mr.nair and he shouted ‘brilliant madam. The frills of the soft cloth flowed beautifully in between my legs seamlessly. This is going to be the best shooting experience of my life ever.’ and he started clicking wildly. I smiled radiantly at him as I liked my pose as well. He came closer to me and was clicking me from all the possible angles and when he came closer to my feet I had a feeling that he is prying for an upshot view of my thigh. I looked away from the lens not having the mind to look into it when he was peeping. Nair was through with his session. ‘Madam, one additional thing’ he came close to me and took the coolers off my face. He tilted the hat fully to cover my face completely. My face was now fully covered and he slowly whispered near my face ‘time for some outright seductive shots now!’ it was more of an order than a request. I was feeling a bit thrilled by his words and since my face was fully hidden behind the hat, I couldn’t figure out what was happening and the hat gave me the much needed cover. I felt nair’s hands gently pull my hands from their position behind the tree. ‘Now, hold the base of your breasts with your hands and squeeze them a bit’. I found myself doing as I was told. My large pointy nipples were clearly visible behind the white transparent shirt. When I pressed and lifted my breasts the hard nipples poked out even more through the shirt. ‘and bend forward a little more in the same pose’ was the next command. He pulled me a little forward as well by lightly grabbing my shoulder. ‘Nice cleavage shots these would be. These irresistibly beautiful breasts are fighting to free up and come out, but it can wait. So, here we go.’ and he started clicking me. I didn’t fail to notice the sudden absence of madam while he addressed me and the more commanding tone he took now. While he was through with my cleavage he came close to me. There was no other sound but for the rustle made by the movement of his dhoti while he walked towards me. ‘And now is the time to free them up a bit’ with that he popped the middle and the only button of the tight shirt. I squealed and asked him what he was doing covering my bare chest with my hands immediately. I couldn’t see what he was doing since I was hiding myself behind the hat. ‘Need to slightly adjust your standing pose’ with that he rested his arms just as light as a feather on the folds of my hip on either side. ‘You have a very beautiful body you know?’ while talking to me his hands wandered on my midrib region and he was carefully listening to my breath coming up in short gasps. ‘Enough to bring a whole army down to its knees you know’ while continuing his talk, his index finger rested on my navel and he noticed a clear strong gasp from me. He circled his little finger in the skin around the navel and noticed me buckling my belly and let out a slight moan. He took his hand off the area immediately and opened my shirt wider so it was almost down to half the shoulder. He lowered the waist line of the muslin cloth some more by grabbing at the frills and pulling it down as a whole, gently by a few centimetres. An additional few centimetres, would have brought the beginning of my soft clean shaven mound into view. He took a lot of clicks now from various angles. ‘Can you please change it a bit and exchange your hands to cover your left breast with the right hand and vice versa.’ When he popped the button off, he must have gotten only a glimpse of my naked breasts. I was thinking to myself ‘Should I have called the whole thing off?’ while I headed to change my hands really quickly not wanting to put up a long show.
After taking a series of snaps of the wet-me, mr.nair ran inside and brought a towel and wrapped over my shoulder. He took me to the changing room and told me to wait there. He came back, with a colourful polka dotted thin long muslin cloth and a white shirt which was looking many times smaller than my size. ‘Madam, I can’t seem to find the clothes of right size fir you. Please change into this after removing your wet clothes, I shall dry it in the drier we have next door and bring them back.’ Left with no other choice I meekly nodded and got the clothes from him. I removed my saree that was sticking to my body and untied the petticoat and kicked myself out of it. I hung them both on the change room door and started wiping my wet hair and skin dry with the towel. As he just explained Nair’s large hands grabbed my wet clothes from the door and they disappeared in front of my eyes. With a crooked smile nair commented, ‘madam did you not bother to wear panty too when you had planned to visit our shop?’ and without waiting for an answer he walked away. I was thinking about the turn of events and the way I got reduced to nothing systematically here, and was made to stand in this studio buck naked within 45 minutes’ time. Strangely I was getting more and more excited. Quickly wiping myself dry I wrapped around my hip the thin silky cloth he gave me. It was sufficiently long to wrap around me and in fact the material l was so soft and nice, but it was barely crossing my knee. So, I had to wear it as low as possible to let it fall at least a few inches below knee. I had never worn anything like that in my life ever. It was soft, silky and long yet it was flimsy and thin. Since it was too long in width I wrapped around me once tightly, and then took a few neat frills and tucked it almost in the saree style. The thin silky cloth did complete justice by portraying the features of my gorgeous butt and exhibited the shape of my body without any betrayal. Omission of any traces of panty line added to the effect. This fact was obvious when I saw myself in the mirror. Next, I tried to fit myself into the thin loose sleeveless white shirt. It was loose at the sides but horribly tight across the breasts, if I had tried to button it I can only manage to button up just the one in the middle out of the 3 buttons in the shirt. So I let the top and the bottom ones unbuttoned. I was thinking to myself ‘Should I have retained my wet saree??’ while my hands headed for the hem of the towel-skirt to pull it down a bit more to cover my thighs.
I looked myself at the full length mirror and I was looking so different. I have never exposed so much skin in my life after wearing a dress. Still I liked the way I looked and in a unique way I was looking hot. I did some touch ups here and there with outfit. I dried the hair once again and used the comb in the room to quickly do my hair. When I was trying my hair high above my head as a bun, I heard nair knocking the door. I was doing some serious thinking if I should open the door in first place and then finally decided to after the persistent knocking and lots of ‘madam’s from nair. When I did open the door fully and stood facing nair, his expression was something beyond words. He looked at me as if I am an angel descended right into his studio. My breasts were arrested in such a tight shirt secured with a single button that they were looking as if they might burst out of the dress any minute. The soft muslin cloth tied around my hip was revealing my features instead of hiding. It started a good 3 inches below my navel and ended a few inches below my knee. I must have been one hot package presenting myself in front of nair. Nair still managed to talk. ‘madam you look stunningly beautiful. Why don’t you try this on?’ He fetched a large Mexican hat for me. It was a large round hat with a huge base and lots of flower work embroidered on the front side. ‘Here madam, this will suit you very well with the rest of the outfit. I knew you would look stunning in this’. when I lifted my arms to wear the hat on my head he was taking a peek at the base of my bare tits under that short tight shirt without the last button on. ‘Madam, Can you pose in the beach set with this dress for a few shots for me? Since you we have to wait for your saree to come off the drier which will take probably half an hour’ I was thinking why not, there is nothing to loose now and plus which, I really liked the way the large beautiful hat changed my looks. It fitted just over my bunched up hair as if it was designed for my head. I was looking a little tom boyish as the hat covered three-fourth of my hair. I agreed for a few snaps and began to walk and I could feel the cool air brushing against me through the gap in the soft muslin cloth wrapped around my hip and reach up there only to make me feel more excited. I was thinking to myself ‘Should I have refused to pose in this outfit?’ while I headed towards the set.
Nair told me to lean on the tree trunk and redo the same pose once again with my hands behind and right leg resting on tree. He came close to me and let those locks of semi-wet hair to fall on my face. I leaned back my body on the tree and wore the Rayban he gave me on my face, lifted my right leg to rest on the tree and held the trunk with my hands behind. I cocked my face to my left to face mr.nair and he shouted ‘brilliant madam. The frills of the soft cloth flowed beautifully in between my legs seamlessly. This is going to be the best shooting experience of my life ever.’ and he started clicking wildly. I smiled radiantly at him as I liked my pose as well. He came closer to me and was clicking me from all the possible angles and when he came closer to my feet I had a feeling that he is prying for an upshot view of my thigh. I looked away from the lens not having the mind to look into it when he was peeping. Nair was through with his session. ‘Madam, one additional thing’ he came close to me and took the coolers off my face. He tilted the hat fully to cover my face completely. My face was now fully covered and he slowly whispered near my face ‘time for some outright seductive shots now!’ it was more of an order than a request. I was feeling a bit thrilled by his words and since my face was fully hidden behind the hat, I couldn’t figure out what was happening and the hat gave me the much needed cover. I felt nair’s hands gently pull my hands from their position behind the tree. ‘Now, hold the base of your breasts with your hands and squeeze them a bit’. I found myself doing as I was told. My large pointy nipples were clearly visible behind the white transparent shirt. When I pressed and lifted my breasts the hard nipples poked out even more through the shirt. ‘and bend forward a little more in the same pose’ was the next command. He pulled me a little forward as well by lightly grabbing my shoulder. ‘Nice cleavage shots these would be. These irresistibly beautiful breasts are fighting to free up and come out, but it can wait. So, here we go.’ and he started clicking me. I didn’t fail to notice the sudden absence of madam while he addressed me and the more commanding tone he took now. While he was through with my cleavage he came close to me. There was no other sound but for the rustle made by the movement of his dhoti while he walked towards me. ‘And now is the time to free them up a bit’ with that he popped the middle and the only button of the tight shirt. I squealed and asked him what he was doing covering my bare chest with my hands immediately. I couldn’t see what he was doing since I was hiding myself behind the hat. ‘Need to slightly adjust your standing pose’ with that he rested his arms just as light as a feather on the folds of my hip on either side. ‘You have a very beautiful body you know?’ while talking to me his hands wandered on my midrib region and he was carefully listening to my breath coming up in short gasps. ‘Enough to bring a whole army down to its knees you know’ while continuing his talk, his index finger rested on my navel and he noticed a clear strong gasp from me. He circled his little finger in the skin around the navel and noticed me buckling my belly and let out a slight moan. He took his hand off the area immediately and opened my shirt wider so it was almost down to half the shoulder. He lowered the waist line of the muslin cloth some more by grabbing at the frills and pulling it down as a whole, gently by a few centimetres. An additional few centimetres, would have brought the beginning of my soft clean shaven mound into view. He took a lot of clicks now from various angles. ‘Can you please change it a bit and exchange your hands to cover your left breast with the right hand and vice versa.’ When he popped the button off, he must have gotten only a glimpse of my naked breasts. I was thinking to myself ‘Should I have called the whole thing off?’ while I headed to change my hands really quickly not wanting to put up a long show.
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