Photographer Ch. 09

When Mrs. Barker woke up, Andino was looking at her. She said, "I am probably not very attractive in the morning.

As his hand came up between her legs, he said, "You look just great to me. Did you get your answer about Italian lovers?"

"Yes, I did. But now it is time for me to get started for the day. Would you like to join me for a shower?"

As they were showering, he said, "I have to have you one more time before you go back to America." He lifted her up against the shower wall and she guided him home. They enjoyed each other for the last time as the water poured down over and around them.

Greg woke up before Annie, showered, shaved and got dressed for the day without interrupting her. As he was about to leave the room, she said "Good morning lover boy. Wait for me, while I get dressed. When she was ready, they went to the kitchen and found Andino and Mrs. Barker fixing breakfast.

As they ate, Mrs. Barker said, "Greg and I will have plenty of company for the trip home." This surprised Greg, because he assumed it was just the two of them. "We have 50 seats on the plane, in addition to the rooms, so whenever we are going abroad for the week, we give the local high school students free passage. This time we brought a geography class who were studying Italy. They will be waiting for us at the plane." Greg wondered how that would change his time with Mrs. Barker on the trip.

Andino said, "I am taking my favorite student up again today for another 6 hours of lessons. I leave tomorrow for 3 days of flying. However, Caterina will be home during that time and I think she and Annie have some tennis in mind.

"Great! My gardeners won't get any work done if there are 2 beautiful young women here to goggle over," she said jokingly.

Goodbye kisses and hugs were given all around as the driver arrived to take Mrs. Barker and Greg to the airport. Mrs. Barker told Annie to feel free to use any of the cars in the garage. "The keys are in the back of the cabinet next to the oven in the kitchen. I will see you soon."

Greg and Annie committed to calling each other every day and they both shed a tear or two as they were parting for the next 3 weeks.

When they arrived at the airport, the bus pulled up with 40 students and 4 adults. The teacher leading the group was Ms. Oliver who had started teaching 10th grade geography the year Greg was a junior. This was her first teaching job out of college and she was a knockout. Greg always took all the photographs for the yearbook and he remembered the day he had taken her faculty picture. She had been absent the day the other teachers had their pictures taken, so it was just she and Greg in the room he used as a school studio.

After he took the head shot for the yearbook, she asked, "Could I pay you to take a portrait of me to send to my parents?"

"I will be glad to take a portrait of you, but you don't have to pay me."

She was dressed in a beautiful suit with a white silk blouse and scarf. He took several pictures from slightly different angles. Each time he would position her by turning her a little for a slightly different angle. Every time he touched her body it was like an electric shock going through him. In addition to having the perfect hourglass body, she had perfect skin and was absolutely beautiful.

"Would you like some shots with your jacket off?" he asked hopefully. Without hesitating, she removed the jacket. He positioned her slightly turned with her eyes looking just above the camera lens. "Wow!" he said out loud as he saw the image through the viewfinder.

Ms. Oliver laughed, and said, "You know how to make a girl feel good!" This caused him to blush.

Next he turned her profile, looking out the window and then profile with her head turned toward him. "Hold that position," he said as he took some various torso shots. Then he took away the stool and brought out a straight back chair to use as a prop. With her left side turned toward the camera he had her put her right foot on the chair. Then he positioned her with her elbow on her knee and her chin in the palm of he hand. About half of the thigh of her right leg was showing, making it a very provocative shot.

He gave her different instructions as he took several shots. "Give me a serious look, a smile, a frown, a sexy look." At first she laughed, but then she really got into the body language and changing position, but keeping her foot on the chair. As she moved, her skirt rode higher up her leg. His camera was clicking away. He didn't want to miss any moment or expression.

He walked over and suggested she lean over the chair from the back. He went back and looked through the view families. Then he suggested she unbutton the top two buttons of her blouse. She hesitated and then obliged him leaning forward again. "How about one more? That is perfect. Snap, snap went the camera. Roll your shoulders forward. This created a great cleavage shot. She was really getting into this, so he decided to go for broke.

"This would be an even better shot if you removed your bra."

"Ok, but you have to turn around." She didn't realize he had a mirror on the wall. She pulled the blouse from her skirt and took it off. His eyes almost burst out his head when she removed her bra and tossed it on a nearby chair. She buttoned the bottom couple of buttons and tucked the blouse back into her skirt, pulling the white silk tight against her nipples. The blouse was almost transparent. "Is this what you were looking for.

"That is great, he said as he took pictures of her leaning over the chair, sitting on the stool and simply striking a pose standing.

He had her rest on backside on the back of the sofa. "Just one final series," he said. Without asking permission, he pulled the blouse from the skirt and unbuttoned the final buttons of the blouse. By now she was almost mesmerized. He took the scarf and put it around her neck with it hanging between her breasts. Then he positioned the blouse so that it each side barely covered her nipples.

"Perfect! Hold it right there. Pretend you have just come from work and started to get undressed. Just gaze out the window." He removed the camera from the tripod and took a dozen shots up close from various angles. For the finale, he held the camera in one hand and the end of the scarf in the other hand. "Now roll your shoulder back." When she did her nipples shot out from under the blouse and he got several shots of her surprise and of her pulling the blouse together.

"You are a naughty boy," she said with a smile on her face.

They heard a door close at the end of the hall. "I forgot," Greg said, looking at the clock. "The principal is coming to have his picture taken."

Ms. Oliver tucked her blouse in her skirt and buttoned it up quickly. Greg helped her with her jacket and it appeared they were just having a conversation when the principal came through the door. As Ms. Oliver and the principal were exchanging greetings, Greg noticed the bra in the chair. He quickly picked up his camera bag and put it in the chair covering the bra.

Greg took the picture of the principal. "Thank you for the opportunity to be the yearbook photographer."

"You do a great job. Every year your work gets better. We are going to miss you when you graduate next year. My daughter Amanda is a freshman this year and would love to learn photography. My wife and I would like to pay you to give her photography lessons. We would supply her with whatever equipment you suggest."

Greg told the principal he would be glad to teach his daughter. The rest of that year, he and Amanda did most of the yearbook photography together. The following year, she went on many of the assignments herself. She had really mastered zoom photography of action sports shots. Posters were all over the school of unbelievable shots. They also produced the posters as a fundraiser. By the time Greg graduated, Amanda was quite capable of taking over. Greg sold the school his studio equipment for her and others to use in the future. He used the money to update his own equipment.

When Greg left the school, he drove to Ms. Oliver's house. When he handed her a bag with containing her bra. She thanked him and told him she saw him cover up the bra with the camera bag. He suggested she come to the school studio the following day to see the proofs.

She picked the picture she would like enlarged for her parents. She was amazed at the quality of the pictures. When she saw the pictures without the bra, she was amazed that her tits were literally visible through the blouse. When she saw the pictures with her tits fully exposed, she said, "If you were a couple years older, I would love to let you do more than just photograph them."

So, here they were two years later getting ready to fly from Italy to the Mid West. When she saw him she came over and gave him a kiss on the cheek and asked if he was still taking pictures. "My parents loved the portrait you did two years ago. Maybe I could make an appointment for you take some up to date photos."

Greg gave her his photo business card and said, "I would love to photograph you again."

The pilot was urging them to load up so they could get in the air.

The students rushed onto the plane, with everyone trying to get a window seat or sit beside a friend. There were two groups of seats on each side of a hallway leading to the other rooms. Mrs. Barker and Greg took seats in the lounge area while the flight attendants carried their suitcases to bedrooms. They put Mrs. Barker's luggage the first bedroom and Greg's in the second bedroom.

As soon as they were airborne, Greg took his camera and went forward to film the students and chaperones. He especially wanted to get some picture of Ms. Oliver. The kids were all exhausted from the trip and many were asleep within minutes. Greg met the other chaperones and asked them about the things they had done while in Italy. When they asked him why he was in Tuscany, he told them it was a commercial photography assignment. Fortunately, they did not ask any more questions.

When he returned to the lounge, Mrs. Barker said she was going to her bedroom for a little rest. "Why don't you go to the other room? I have a surprise for you."

"What kind of surprise? I assumed we would share a bedroom for the flight."

"Trust me. You will be very satisfied with the surprise." Having no idea what Mrs. Barker was talking about; he followed her instruction and went to the second bedroom. He was looking at the pictures he had just taken of Ms. Oliver when a gentle knock came at the door.

To his surprise, when he opened the door Ms. Oliver was standing there holding the picture he had taken two years ago with her tits out in full view.

"Would you like to squeeze the Charmin?" She asked with a smile on her face. He watched her walk to the bed and start removing her blouse and bra. Now he was the one who was mesmerized. He walked over and sat beside her on the bed.

"Please let me feel your hands on my breast."

He put his arm around her and gently caressed each breast. They kissed like lovers meeting for the first time.

"I have waited two long years for this moment." Ms. Oliver said.

"Ms. Oliver, I have dreamed of this moment for years. I assumed you just thought I was a kid having fun with you that day."

"First off, please call me Tammy; I knew you were a total professional that day. If you had just been a kid having fun, you would have grabbed my breasts when you had a chance. You were so careful to be respectful of me. You never even let the back of hand touch my breasts when you were adjusting my blouse. I wanted you so badly that day, but you were a minor and I was a teacher. Every time you touched me to adjust the position or a certain angle of my head, a sensation I had never felt, went throughout my body. We both knew we could not cross that line."

Greg replied, "My biggest fear was that you would see my erection. Fortunately I had loose fitting slacks that day."

"Your pants weren't as loose as you may think. Every time you came near me I wanted to reach out and grab that bulge, just like this," she said as she wrapped her hand around his cock through his pants.

Then she really surprised him by saying, "Did you know that the principal saw us that day as you were taking my picture?"

"What? How do you know?"

"He called me into his office the following day to be sure that I understood that nothing could happen between us. I assured him that nothing would. He watched from the time you asked me to unbutton my blouse until your trick shot that caused my blouse to fall open." Picking up the picture again, she said, "This has always been my favorite shot."

"If he saw what we were doing, why did he take the chance of having me train Amanda. We spent a lot of time together."

"Because he knew you were a professional in a high school body. He spoke about the same thing that I said related to how you never touched me inappropriately. Even that last cool move that exposed my breast created a great shot and you looked, but you did not touch. That was the type of person he wanted teaching photography to his daughter. He wanted somebody with the passion to capture the shot, not just someone who would bore her with f-stops and depth-of-field jargon."

"She really has a passion for photography. When we would shoot sporting events, you could feel the action in her shots. She is better than me in that arena. The local papers were waiting at the gates of the football field. The papers gave up sending their own photographers, because they couldn't hold a candle to her."

"Do you have any idea how you changed her life?"

"What do you mean?"

"Before you took an interest in teaching her, she was a marginal student. Not really special needs, but very close to it. It took special tutoring for her to even pass most subjects. Once she found a purpose in life everything else came together. Last year she carried a 4.0 in every subject in addition to all the time she spent photographing events and doing the yearbook photos. This summer, she has at least one wedding scheduled every weekend.

"Her father thinks you are the greatest person in the world. And I happen to agree with him," she said as she put her arms around him and pulled him close. He told me you refused to take any money for the instruction you gave Amanda."

Greg couldn't believe this was all happening.

"You are the most beautiful woman I know. I can't believe you are not married."

"I was married for an hour.

"An hour?"

I was in the choir at church and a new man came to church one day and we started talking during coffee hour. He talked about how much he loved to sing and I encouraged him to join the choir. Everyone loved him. We dated for a month and he kept trying to get me to make love to him. I told him I was saving myself for the man I married and a week later he proposed. He literally swept me off my feet and we eloped to Las Vegas. We were married in a wedding chapel and checked into the bridal suite of the nearest motel. He had left his cell phone behind and it rang while he was parking his car. It was his wife looking for him. She advised me to get away from him for my safety. I took his phone, went down a back stairway and found the nearest policeman. They took me to the station and also arrested him. The federal government was looking for him for running scams on women and taking everything they had."

"How did you get out of that mess?"

"Attorney Barker took care of everything and got the marriage annulled. It was annulled before it was filed. Mr. and Mrs. Barker have been like parents to me. She told me about the wonderful work you have been doing for Mrs. Blair and arranged for us to be together. In addition to the flight, they paid for all the expenses for this trip. The parents of these children could never have afforded this trip."

"They certainly are great people to work for."

"As Tammy began to unbutton his shirt, she said, "You are the first man I have touched since that dreadful night."

Without thinking Greg blurted out, "Does that mean you are still a virgin?"

Tammy laughed and said, "I sure am, but I don't plan to be when this plane lands." She pushed him back on the bed and began removing his shoes and then his pants. When she removed his briefs, she looked like a child who had just spotted the toy she had always wanted.

"Just lie back and let us get acquainted," Tammy said to Greg.

She held his erect cock delicately as though she was afraid of breaking it. She had been forced by some previous boyfriends to give them blowjobs, but she never enjoyed it. This time was different for some reason. She let her tongue explore as it moved up and down the shaft. She circled her tongue around the head giving Greg a sensation he had never felt before. She placed her mouth gently over the head of his cock and began pumping with her hand. She only took a small amount of it into her mouth, but the intensity of her pumping increased to the point that Greg knew he could not hold it much longer.

"I am about to cum," he warned her.

She removed her mouth and kept pumping, even harder now until the geyser erupted. She directed it to her breast. When he stopped spouting, she rolled over on her back and asked him to rub it in. He was more than glad to oblige.

He rubbed the cum into her breasts and started at the base of her breast, closing his hand around it and letting it work its way forward until just his fingers were gently squeezing the nipple. He kept repeating that with each side as they kissed with the passion of long lost lovers. Greg had never been this comfortable with a woman.

His lips found their way to her breast and she just kept saying, "O Greg, that feels so good. I don't want you to stop," as she ran her hands through his hair and pulled his mouth tighter against her nipple. He began to suck on one as his fingers squeezed the other nipple. Her body started to tremble and her whole body rocked as the orgasm passed through her. She said, "You have more talent and tenderness than I could have ever imagined.

He moved down her body and removed her slacks. Just as he had with Annie, he began by massaging her feet. She said, "I think I must be in heaven. I feel like I walked over half of Italy. That feels so good. Wake me up when you are finished."

As he moved up her legs, he rubbed the right thigh that had been exposed when she lifted her foot to the chair during the photo shoot at the school. "I have looked at this section of your thigh many times when I look at your pictures. I always wondered what it looks like up here," he said as his fingers worked their way through the beautiful blonde bush. Then he leaned in and explored the beautiful pussy with his tongue.

He then returned to face Tammy and their lips met and their bodies clung together.

Greg, "I want you to be the first person to make love to me. Greg hovered over her and she guided his cock to the lips of her pussy. He positioned his cock in-between the lips of her pussy and Tammy braced herself for the pain that she knew would occur as a cock entered her body for the first time.

Suddenly Greg withdrew and rolled over beside Tammy. "What is wrong?" she asked.

"This isn't right. I cannot destroy the virginity you have saved for your husband."

Tammy started to cry. "Are you ok?" he asked.

"I am more than ok. These are tears of joy, because I have just been honored by the most reputable man I have ever met."

Greg pulled the covers over them and they slept together in the nude as the plane crossed the Atlantic.

Attorney Barker was waiting for them when the plane landed. He greeted his wife with a hug and a kiss. Then he turned to Greg and Tammy and said, "I hope you had a good flight." They both blushed and he winked at his wife. It suddenly became apparent that this union was well planned.