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Steve was the husband of the best friend of my sister, Jenn. I always did my best to keep my relationships professional and platonic, especially when it came to my family and family friends. There is an old saying that ?familiarity breeds contempt? and while I was not as familiar with Steve as I would like to have been, our casual run-ins in our community, always spiked my interest in Steve, even though I knew he was married. Steve had a vivid interest in photography and he was good at it. I am a professional photographer and I have been for years. My photography runs the gambit, from weddings, to special events, kids, and modeling. Every now and then, I?d get a boudoir request, almost always from a woman seeking to spice up a relationship. Only once in twenty years had I ever shot a male boudoir session. The guy was good looking, but gay. I got extremely turned on and flustered, all at the same time. I ran into Steve and his wife one day and I told them I?d love to do a photo shoot for both of them, my gift back to them, for helping me through tough times over the years. Brenda was nice, but I think a bit suspicious of my intentions, since I am a single woman. Steve and Brenda said they would love to have some photos done, but when I didn?t hear back from either of them for several weeks, I figured they must have changed their minds. Then, Steve texted me and asked if he could have a studio photo session and how much it would cost. ?For you and Brenda,? I replied, ?Nothing.? I was surprised mersin escort (http://www.escortmodeli.com/) when Steve texted back and said the photo session would be strictly for him- that Brenda did not want photos done. I was excited and nervous about photographing Steve. I longed for male attention. Steve was one hundred per cent male, standing six foot four, well tanned and well toned, with chiseled good looks and an engaging personality and smile. I have a very unique approach to photography. I always want to make sure my subject or subjects are comfortable. Tension or nervousness shows up very easily in photos. My photo studio is like a miniature apartment, complete with a leather couch, a love seat, artwork, wood floors, a faux- fire place and a mini-bar. Steve was on time. He was dressed casually in jeans and a button down plaid shirt, wearing his white cowboy hat. I welcomed him in with a hug. He carried with him a business suit in a clothes bag. I offered Steve a drink from the bar. I already had a head start on him and had poured myself a red wine. ?You can?t drink alone,? Steve remarked taking a seat on the couch. I asked him his preference and he joking replied, ?Blonde.? Since I am a blonde, and I knew Steve pretty well, I took no offense to his comment. I handed him a glass of red wine. ?Red wine makes me horny,? Steve casually remarked. ?Well, that will have to wait until after the photo shoot,? I replied. The sexual banter was light hearted and all in fun, or so I thought. We discussed mersin escort bayan (http://www.escortmodeli.com/) the details of the shoot. Steve wanted some casual shot and then some business shots in his suit. ?No boudoir shots?? I teased. ?Not unless you?re in them,? Steve replied. He was quick witted and loved to tease. I took a few casual shots of Steve sitting on the couch. I had him sit in a variety of positions. He was easy going and did everything I asked of him, which was surprising, because he was the type of person normally giving the instructions. ?OK, business suit time,? I replied. Without saying a word, Steve stripped out of his shirt and dropped his jeans before I knew what was going on. I asked him if he wanted me to step out of the room while he changed. ?No,? he replied, ?there?s not anything here you haven?t already seen before.? My heart pounded. Steve slipped on his suit pants, and I watched as he tied the laces on his dress shoes, donned a white button down collared shirt and light blue silk tie. Within seconds, he had morphed from casual attire to a Wall-Street Banker. I was impressed. He adjusted a silk handkerchief in the pocket of his blue pin stripe suit jacket. God, he looked great! The bookshelf area made a perfect backdrop for the business shots. Again, he was very easy going. When I stepped up to adjust his tie, he proffered a coy smile and winked. I hated being so short. He took off his jacket and held it over his shoulder, for a less serious pose, but one that escort mersin (http://www.escortmodeli.com/) turned out in hindsight to be one of my favorites. After some shots, we sat on the couch and I flicked through the photos on my camera. ?You look too serious,? I remarked, stopping on one photo. ?Maybe I need some more wine,? Steve replied, ?or a back rub.? Was he hitting on me? I wasn?t for sure, since he was always teasing me. I poured another glass of wine. Steve sat back on the couch and opined. ?You know,? he remarked, ?I wish I had a studio set up like this.? He gazed at a photo on the wall, a ?selfie? photos I had taken years before ?selfie? photos were so popular. I was topless in the photo and it was taken from behind me, when my hair was past my waist and before my fat ass issue had arisen. ?Oh pol-leeze,? Steve remarked, ?You don?t have a fat ass.? I had to disagree with him, but was happy that he thought otherwise. I took his comment to be an off-handed compliment, something I had not received in a very long time. Steve removed his tie and smiled. ?Mind if I change?? Steve asked. I remained on the couch as Steve removed his dress shoes, and unbuttoned his white shirt. He stood up, kicked off his shoes and peeled off his dress shirt. Once again, my heart rate jumped, seeing him shirtless. He had a chiseled look and even though he said he didn?t work out, he was well blessed with well toned muscles. He stripped down to his boxers and hung the suit pants on a hanger. I snapped a couple of quick photos. ?Hey now,? he remarked, after noticing I was taking photos. ?I?m not decent.? ?You?re decent enough,? I replied. Inside, I was melting. I wanted him to turn and ravish me. I needed to be ravished, but Steve was coy and shy. He loved to tease. I think he got a kick out of doing it.