Stepdaughter: The Photo Session

Written by Squire

"Karen, I have a favor to ask you."

My blonde stepdaughter turns to me in the van. "Oh? What's that?"

"I have a friend who wants to take some photographs of a pretty girl .. so he's looking for a young woman to do some amateur modeling."

She looks at me curiously. "And you think I might want to do that modeling for this friend?"

"Sure, why not? It would be fun, you'd get to show off, and I know how you like to show off. He uses a digital camera, so there's no risk of getting the photos developed. And he keeps the photos just for his own pleasure."

She turns away and looks out the window at the passing countryside for a few moments. I wonder what the young woman is thinking, and take the opportunity to sneak a glance at her full body as it sits beside me in the van. Her careless sensuality and voluptuous body has always turned me on, and I've finally decided to fulfill my desire for this sexy young woman. I jerk my eyes up from her full busom to look at Karen's face as she finally responds.

"Well, I guess that would be all right. Does he want to pay for this? Will I get a chance to earn some money?"

"Well, not at first. He's just doing this for himself. But if you were interested, he might be able to find a market for some good photos .. especially if you were willing to do some more .. well, shall we say 'candid' stuff?"

"You mean pornography?" she asks, frowning.

"No, not pornography. No sex, no partners, no animals, nothing like that. Just cheesecake, underwear shots .. or maybe some tasteful nude shots if you didn't mind."

"Well, we'll have to see how it goes. I wouldn't want all my neighbors and friends seeing pictures of me naked."

"Well, I could understand that too. Although I understand that masks can do a lot to hide someone's identity .. or they can use the computer to actually fog the face in the photo so they can't be recognized. But he just wants them for his own use .. and I think he just gets a kick out of photographing pretty girls, period!"

Karen smiles. "Oh .. and you think I'm pretty enough to qualify?" That's Karen, always looking for a compliment.

"Well, that's not for me to say, although _I_ certainly think you're pretty enough. I just thought I'd suggest it. If you're interested, I can tell him where you live so he can come by some day. At your convenience, of course."

"Well, I'm not doing anything tomorrow. Why don't you tell him to drop by then? Maybe around ten or so in the morning? I'll be up and will have the place picked up by then."

"Ok, ten tomorrow. I'll tell him."

The next morning at ten, there's a knock on Karen's mobile home door. She opens the door to find me standing there, wearing a smile and carrying a small overnight bag. The bag contains a small digital camera I've borrowed, and some other accessories that might come in handy during the photograph session if things work out as I plan.

Karen smiles to see me. "Well, good morning, Fritz. Where's your photographic friend?" She looks at me knowingly, teasing me.

"There's just me, Karen. I'm the guy who'd like to photograph you." I pull the camera out of the bag and hold it up, carefully _not_ revealing the other goodies in the bag.

She steps back, welcoming me into her home. As I walk in, I look her over casually. She's dressed in snug-fitting athletic shorts and a thin sleeveless top top with a scooped neckline, her nipples obvious through the thin material. As she turns, I see the smooth line of the shorts flat against her full buttocks, no panty line there. Karen is dressed in the bare minimum to be respectable, and obviously has her own ideas on what's going to happen during this session.

She teases me. "I wondered who it was going to be, if there was a friend at all. I thought you might be interested in something like this. I could see it in your eyes as you looked at me. So you want to take photographs of a pretty girl, hmmm?" Karen smiles.

I enter the trailer and close the door firmly behind me. Turning to Karen, I grasp her shoulders and tell her frankly, "Well, I hope I can trust you to keep this to yourself, right? I dearly love your mother, and don't want her to get upset."

"Oh, this can just be our little secret," she reassures me. "I've wanted to get to know you better anyway, but you've always been so stand-offish." She teases me with a smile.

"That's because you're just too sexy for my peace of mind," I tease her in return. "And we're never alone that much to where we could really talk about getting to know one another better. I just find it kind of awkward to be relaxed and intimate with you, when your mother's around. I'm sure you understand."

"Well, perhaps a friendly photography session will help us to relax with one another," she responds. "You'll certainly get to look at me all you want!"

"So I have your promise that my visit will be secret, no matter what?" I press her for the commitment, to lock her firmly into a conspiracy.

"No matter what?" Karen asks with a coy smile. "What sort of things do you have in mind anyway? I thought you were here to take photographs!"

"Right. Exactly. Take photographs." I smile right back at her. Two can play at the flirting game.

"I said it would be our secret," she replies in a serious tone. "Don't worry: I won't tell Mom you're making any private visits to see me. I wouldn't want her to get mad at me either, you know!" she replies.

Moving to the center of the room, Karen strikes an amateurish pose, leaning against the room divider. "What did you have in mind? I presume some sexy poses?"

"Yep .. just in what you're wearing at first .. they look great, and show off your figure very well. Later, well, maybe you have a sexy looking negligee or panties and bra you'd like to pose in?"

Karen relaxes from her pose. "I've never done any modeling before. Should I try to look like someone who's modeling clothes? Or some of the old Hollywood actress photos?"

"Tell you what, Karen, just let me talk you through some. I always figure if it looks good to me, if the pose and the later photo make _you_ look good, you know, attractive and sexy and provocative .. well, that _must_ be a good pose."

I talk her through some normal poses, seated on a chair with legs crossed, with leg up and arms around knee, etc. Head back, hand behind head, bust pushed out. I continue to compliment her on how nice her body is, how attractive she looks.

"You know, Karen, there's a natural sort of sexiness about you, an innocent sort of sexiness, that I hope will come through in these photos. It's kind of like photographing a young girl."

I know that'll flatter her: she's now in her 30's and is starting to recognize she doesn't have the fresh looks and good figure she had in her teens and 20's.

"For a man, it's kind of like looking at your sister or your daughter. You recognize the sexiness, are half-afraid to admit it, and certainly don't know what to do about it. Yet deep inside, you know how much you want to have sex with her. That sort of feeling."

Karen blushes and licks her lips. "Oh? Are you thinking about having sex with me, Fritz?"

I smile at her. "Karen, a man would have to be made of stone not to want to have sex with you, believe me!"

We continue with our friendly banter as I continue the poses. Finally I decide she's comfortable with me, with my discussing her body, and with my touching her as I adjust her poses. It's time to increase the risk level and increase the sexual tension.

"I'd like to bring things up a level if I might, Karen, do some more sophisticated shots." I use the word "sophisticated", rather than mention the more obvious fact that she'll be almost naked if she agrees.

"If you have some nice underwear, panties and a bra .. black or white would be fine. Oh .. and nothing too big or baggy, we don't want to hide your skin. Just something light to cover you."

"OK .. Sure .. I was looking through my stuff last night and think I found some things that would look nice. Wait a minute while I change."

Karen walks barefooted back to her bedroom and closes the door partway. We continue to talk as she changes. At one point I can see her half-naked body, her full breasts revealed, as she passes in front of the door. Well, it won't be long until I can see as much as I want. I feel myself getting even more excited and try to calm my heart. This is an extremely exciting process, being so close to the tempting woman as she moves about, and it's going to get even more exciting if my plans work.

Karen comes out of the bedroom and stops in the doorway. I stare at the almost naked girl: the sexual impact is tremendous as she stands there in the skimpiest of white underwear. The panties are bikini cut and barely cover her sex, a thin bush of golden hair escaping from the top, her swelling cunt bulging the tight thin material at the junction of her legs. I don't know if she's aware that the thin material clearly defines the lips of her cunt, leaving nothing to the imagination........(cont)