The Boudoir Shoot

My fiancé dropped so many hints before the big day that he wanted a set of boudoir photos. I’m very much an introvert, so the thought of getting doing a boudoir shoot with a stranger was nerve wracking, but I did it anyway. I was soooo nervous. Things got better with some encouragement from my wonderful photographer I met through mutual friends, but when it was time to start losing articles and be a bit more revealing, that’s when I started to tense up more. With my nervous consent, my photographer gently helped me into a few poses (teasing poses at first) and helped me out of my wardrobe pieces as I lost them. She offered so much praise and encouraged me to do whatever made me feel sexy, even feel over my body and touch myself if I wanted to, whatever I needed to feel confident. Since it was just the two of us, she even offered to undress some herself so that I wouldn’t feel alone. Even as I began to masturbate she continued taking photos, her praise never ending. Whimpers and soft moans started escaping my lips, but she told me to keep going. Her camera set aside, she watched me earnestly and began touching herself along with me. I’m not sure what happened, but we quickly found ourselves moaning and masturbating together, our bodies coming closer till we were nearly touching, then suddenly our lips met. She immediately apologized, but the release of tension was exactly what I needed. She asked if I had ever been with a woman before, and although I hadn’t, I was about to find out. The photos were pretty much done anyway. What’s a few more minutes of mutual release? I need this.