Shooting The House For Mrs. Fairchild.

I drove out to the house that Mrs. Fairchild had texted me the address to which was in a pretty nice neighborhood with large suburban homes with raised foundations and large porches. The yards were large and probably a pain in the ass to mow without a riding lawn mower. Every driveway ended with a multicar garage. I wondered how much the houses went for in this area.

I soon found the house and pulled up the drive as I saw Mrs. Fairchilds car sitting in the circle at the end near a fountain. The house was nice with a wide front porch that wrapped around the side and tall white columns that gave it a stately look. The brick exterior was a deep red that contrasted with the bright white shutters on the large windows.

I parked my car and grabbed my camera and bag and then took a few exterior shots of the house. I walked to the door and knocked and a few seconds later Mrs. Fairchild opened the door and smiled. She was dressed in a lovely sun dress that hugged her voluptuous figure. While not being revealing it still hugged her curves. It was a little outside of her typical attire she wore to work but still very stylish. The fabric clung to her full bosom and narrow waist as it showed off her womanly figure while the skirt hung from her curvaceous hips and blew gently in the breeze revealing glimpses of her shapely stocking clad legs.

My mind however could not help but think if she was still wearing the sexy lingerie I had seen earlier when she walked in on my and Alice were talking on a video chat. The memory of her mature figure in the lace lingered in my thoughts and I couldn't help but admire how it had hugged her voluptuous body. I could remember how the white lace had brasier had barely contained her full breasts while the lace panties hugged her wide hips and crotch snuggly. The garter and stockings had showed off her lovely legs and added a touch of elegance to her figure. The image of delicate straps against her smooth skin remained vivid in my mind and I recalled how the lace had emphasized every curve.

“Hello dear.” Mrs. Fairchild smiled as she leaned in and brushed against me and gave me a kiss on the cheek. Her kiss was soft as I felt the softness of her lips against my skin and the gentle pressure of her full breasts pushing against my chest. The heat of her body radiated through the thin fabric of her sundress and I could feel every curve pressed against me. Her breath was warm against my cheek and tickled my skin. “Thank you for coming and doing this during the weekend.” She smiled as she leaned away and touched my arm.

“Well, I am getting paid so it’s not just out of the kindness of my heart but you are welcome.” I shrugged as I adjusted the strap of my camera bag on my shoulder and gave her a warm smile.

“Honest to a fault.” Mrs. Fairchild shook her head and turned around. “Follow me.” She walked into the house and through the large foyer. My eyes ran down over her as I admired her figure. Her hips swayed hypnotically with each step she took and the fabric of her dress clung to her curves enticingly. The click of her heels on the hardwood floor echoed through the spacious entryway drawing attention to her long legs.

“Nice place.” I smiled as I looked around the living room. The sleek modern space had smooth white walls and a high ceiling that made it feel even larger. A long comfortable sectional couch with a low glass coffee table in front faced a large wall-mounted television my father would kill to have. Sunlight streamed through the large windows illuminating the polished surfaces of the contemporary furniture. A large fire place sat along the back wall that looked as if it had never been used. “So, anything specific you want?” I looked at Mrs. Fairchild as I sat my bag down.

“Just try and get the best angles in each room. I will go through and hide any photos of family and such before you begin. I will be going from room to room to inspect the house and see if there are any repairs that need to be made before the sell.” She said as she walked over to the fireplace and began to turn down some photos on the mantle. The fabric of her dress stretched taut across her womanly hips as she leaned forward slightly outlining her round buttocks.

While she did that, I set up my tripod by the archway leading into the living room. “If you need a contractor to fix anything I could always ask my dad. I am sure he give you a good rate.” I tightened the tripod's legs firmly onto the floor and gave it a slight tug to ensure it was stable.

“I might take you up on that. Be sure to give me his number before we leave.” She said as she glanced back over her shoulder and smiled.

“I take it the family is out?” I said as I walked over to open the curtains to let in the light. The heavy fabric slid smoothly along the rod as I pulled it aside and sunlight flooded the room in a warm glow.

“This is there summer house. They live else where and only stay here when their kids are out of school.” She said as she smiled at me and then went to the coffee table and leaned over to straighten the vase and candles. As she did the circular neckline od her dress plunged slightly to show off an expanse of her milky breasts that swayed slightly and deep cleavage in between. The fabric of her dress clung to her rounded bottom accentuating its shapely curve as she leaned over the table and stretched taut across her curvaceous hips as she bent forward. The hem rose slightly revealing the stocking clad smooth skin of her upper thighs above her stockings and I could not help but admire how her legs looked in her heels.

“Sadly, there kids are grown now so they no longer need it.” She said as she smiled and turned around and began to adjust the sofa cousins next showing off the curves of her ass in her dress as it wiggled subtly as she fluffed up a pillow. Her dress revealing the faintest outline of her lace panties beneath as she bent down.

“Makes sense I suppose.” I smiled and walked over to the other window by the fire place and opened it as well to get as much light as I could in the room. The sunlight streaming in highlighted the contours of her face and her lovely blonde hair.

“That should do.” She stood up and looked over the space while smoothing down her dress as her hands slid down over her hips and she nodded in approval before looking at me.

“If you need me just shout. I am going to look over the house.” She pointed and grabbed her clip board off the mantle. Her fingers wrapped around the clipboard and she turned to leave but not before casting a glance back at me with a hint of a smile. Her heels clicked softly on the floor as she walked away and the sound faded into the distance.

“Okay.” I smiled as I walked back toward my camera. I attached my camera to the tripod and adjusted my angle to get the best view to get the full living room. I changed out the lens to a wide-angle lens to get the full room. I adjusted the shutter to take a longer shot for brighter images and to make sure there was no camera shake. I took shots from different angles as I was eager to get the best shots I could so that I could take more photos in the future if she liked my work.

I moved to the next room and took in the large dining room with a long table that could sit maybe ten people as I sat up my camera. A decorative chandelier set over the table to add a touch of class to the room while a patterned rug sat underneath. A hutch nearby held a collection of fine China that looked more for display then actual use. A large wooden sideboard with cabinet doors and drawers sat by the door next to the kitchen. There was even a small wine rack that was empty. I wondered if they planned to sell the furniture with the place.

I moved into the kitchen where I saw kitchen my mom would kill for with a large center island in the middle with a built in sink for meal prep. Though the house felt older the kitchen had a modern glass stove top with a microwave above it. A large double door fridge you could probably store a body in. Large marble countertops lined the kitchen with dark wood cabinets above and below. I get lost looking for stuff with all the drawers and cabinets.

Mrs. Fairchild walked out of what had to be a walk- in pantry with her clip board as she rolled her pen between her fingers. “Hey Jake sweetie. Be a dear and get a picture of the damaged tiles by the pantry door so I can get a repair estimate.” She smiled warmly as she looked at me.

“Will do.” I nodded and walked over snapping a shot. It was only a few tiles and I was sure because it was in the pantry the owners had not been in a hurry to fix it. I set up my camera again and snapped several shots of the kitchen and then the pantry before moving on to find a home office, home gym, down stairs bathroom and garage. There was even a man cave and laundry room in the basement.

I went upstairs next as the stair case stopped at a landing and then turned up to the second floor to save space. A long hallway greeted me with doors on either side but I did not see Mrs. Fairchild. I decided to start at the end and work my way back toward the stairs so I didn’t miss any rooms. I opened the door and walked in on Mrs. Fairchild sitting on a bed in a sensual pose with one leg up showing off her sexy stocking clad leg while the top few buttons of her dress were undone to show off her massive breasts as she was taking a picture of herself. Her voluptuous breasts strained against the fabric of her dress as the open buttons revealed deep cleavage and the edge of a lacy white bra. She had pulled up the hem of her dress exposing the lace tops of her stockings and a generous expanse of bare thigh which was the only thing blocking my view of her white lace panties.

The large bay window behind her cast afternoon light across her body accentuating the curve of her hips and the swell of her breasts. The sunlight made the sheer fabric of her stockings shimmer against her thighs. Her blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders framing her face and her red lips were parted slightly. The sunlight made the sheer fabric of her stockings shimmer against her thighs and highlighted the delicate lace of her lingerie.

“Oh shit.” Mrs. Fairchild said as put her leg down and gave me a glimpse of her panties then quickly pulled her dress down. Her eyes widened in surprise and her cheeks flushed a deep red as she fumbled with the buttons of her dress. Her eyes widened in surprise and her cheeks flushed a deep red as she covered her chest with her hands.

“Sorry. I did not know you were in here.” I said turning away quickly and closed my eyes though the image was burned into my brain. I stood frozen in the doorway unsure what to do next as Mrs. Fairchild continued to adjust her clothing and the bed creaked softly with her movements as she adjusted herself. I gripped the doorknob tightly trying to steady myself and resist the urge to look back. My pulse quickened as I recalled the details of her exposed skin and the intricate white lace of her lingerie.

“It’s my fault. I thought I locked the door.” She said with a little laugh. The bed springs squeaked as she stood up and I could hear her heels clicking on the hardwood floor. She cleared her throat awkwardly and I sensed her approaching me. “You can look now.” I turned to see she was now dressed though my eyes went right to her breast. The sunlight from the window behind her made the thin fabric of her dress nearly transparent as she stepped toward me as it outlined her silhouette through her dress showing off her voluptuous figure. Her fingers fumbled with the last button of her dress as she walked closer. She smiled as she saw my eyes wondering before I looked up at her eyes.

“I was just taking a picture for my husband and I thought you were downstairs still?” She pursed her and gave me a playful smirk. Her phone was still in her hand showing the last photo she had taken as I saw her full breasts in the picture framed by the unbuttoned blouse and the skirt of her dress pulled up to show off her stocking clad legs. Her thumb pressing the power button as she shook her head at me and her free hand smoothed down her dress.

“I finished down there and thought I start up here with the master bath and bedroom.” I shrugged and held the camera.

“I was taking a picture to send to my husband. Its something I used to do when we were younger. I hope you can keep a secret.” Mrs. Fairchild said as she touched my arm and gave it a little rub though my shirt.

“Keep what a secret?” I said as I gave a little shrug and scratch the back of my head.

“Thank you dear.” Mrs. Fairchild touched my face and caressed it softly as she gave a little wink before letting her hand slid off from my cheek. “You know. Alice told me what you said about you hoping she looked like me when she got old earlier.”

“I wish she wouldn’t have.” I blushed and looked her over as she turned to pick up her clip board. The dress stretched tight across her hips as she bent and the hem crept higher on her thighs. I caught a flash of lace stocking top before she straightened up and smoothed the fabric down making me think of her stocking clad legs when I had seen her lying on the bed.

“Why not it was sweet.” She said as she looked back at me and smiled. “Hell knows I do not get enough complements.” She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and tilted her head to the side as she gave me a little wink.

“I am going to go finish the rest of the house.” She smiled and slid past me in the doorway. I shook my head and went back to work as I took pictures in the master bedroom, bathroom, and a large walk-in closet being sure to get the best angles I could.

I got a text from Alice that read wish you were here? I opened it to a picture of her laying out in a lawn chair and wearing a hot pink bikini that hugged her large breasts as she blew me a kissed. Her nipples poked out against the thin fabric while she arched her back for the camera and her tanned stomach glistened under the sun. Her free hand was on her bikini bottoms as she tugged at the strap like she might untie it.

Christy was out of her top as she laid on her stomach and her breasts pressed into the lounge chair while Britney was rubbing lotion on her lower back. Christy’s face was turned toward the camera with her teeth sinking into her bottom lip. Christy's large breasts lay flat against the chair and I thought I saw just a peek of her areola. Her round ass lifted toward Britney and the bikini bottoms dug into her soft flesh as they glistened with lotion.

Britney's lotion-slick hands gripped Christy's hips and her thumbs pressed into the dimples above her ass as she straddled Christy’s legs. The bandeau top squeezed her small breasts together making them look fuller while her succulent nipples poked out through the material as she arched her own back. The back of her bikini bottom cut sharply across her ass cheeks leaving half of her cheek exposed. Her tongue darted out to wet her lips as she leaned forward.

Gwendolyn was at the end as she did a little wave while holding up a piece sign. She was dressed in a bright red criss-crossed bikini top over her large breasts and pulled them together creating a deep cleavage as she laid on her back. The red triangles cupped her full breasts completely with the lower curves digging slightly into soft flesh from their weight while her plump nipples poked out. The bikini bottoms hugged her curvaceous hips and the fabric lay smoothly across the rounded contours of her tone buttocks. The high-cut legs accentuated the soft fullness of her thighs while the waistband rested just below the gentle slope of her lower abdomen as it plunged fairly, low. Sadly, she was too far away to get a look at her crotch. The red material clung to every dip and swell of her body and the shadow between her thighs hinted at what the angle hid. I didn’t recognize the house in the background so they were probably at Gwen’s house.

“”Try not to get sun burned. I plan to bury my face between those later and tell Brit she missed a spot.”” I texted back and smiled as I thought about Teasing Alice’s breasts. My free hand flexed against my thigh as I imagined Alice's soft gasps when I'd finally make good on my promise.

A few seconds later I got another text from Alice with a picture.

“”I will hold you to that.”” Alice wasn’t in the shot but Brit and Christy were as Brit had her hands up partially under Chrsty’s bikini bottoms as her fingers pressed into the flesh of Christy’s firm round ass as she squeezed both cheeks. Chirsty was now sitting up on her elbows with her breasts hanging beneath her making them look larger though her nipples were still against the chair and partially obscured by her arms. Brit looked at the camera as she bit her lip teasingly while Christy was looking at the camera licking her lips. Christy's lower lip glistened with moisture as sunlight highlighted the curve where her tongue had just traced. Christy’s neon-pink bottoms were twisted from Brit’s grip and the fabric dug into the skin of her ass while her hips lifted off the chair into Brit’s hands. Her ass cheeks and Brit’s hands glistened with tanning oil making me a little envious.

Brit's back arched sharply as she thrust her breasts out in the black bandeau and her hard nipples strained against the thin fabric. Her tight round ass thrust out behind her as the tops of her ass cheeks rose above the small bottoms.

Gwen was in the back ground of the picture as she sat up and arched her back with one hand over her mouth as she laughed at Brit and Christy. She was leaning back on one hand and arching her back causing her breasts to press outward against her red bikini. Her bikini top looked almost too small as the fabric stretched tight over her as the sunlight caught the sheen of tanning oil on her breasts and made the smooth curves glisten in the sunlight. The way her back arched as she sat up showed off the round curves of her full buttocks.

I shook my head at them and I moved down the hall getting what looked like a guest room as it was sparsely decorated. After that I did what looked like the bed rooms that looked like they belonged to a teenage boy and girls given the way the rooms were decorated. A large jack and jill bathroom sat between the bathrooms that was rather spacious. Lastly I found a set of stairs that led up to an attic that spanned the length of the house and found a few boxes that looked to be seasonal decorations.

I headed down to find Mrs. Fairchild sitting in the kitchen on a padded stool as she was typing on her laptop as she had on a pair of reading glasses. She lowered them down as I entered and peered over the top of them as she looked up at me. “How is it coming?” Her stockinged legs crossed slowly as she turned toward me and the dress tightened over her thighs when she shifted. Her dress rode up slightly as she crossed her legs revealing the lace tops of her stockings. She adjusted the hem quickly but not before I caught a glimpse of her smooth thighs above the stocking bands.

“Finished I think minus outside but I can not really do outdoor shots at this time of day due to the sun being directly overhead. If you want to look over the pictures and see if I missed anything.” I smiled as I sat my tripod down and pulled the sim card from the camera. The metal card gleamed as I passed it to her and our fingers brushed against mine as her lovely blue eyes met mine and she gave a soft smile before taking the card.

“Thank you, sir.” She smiled as she held out her hand and I sat in in her palm. She plugged it into her lap top and pulled up the pictures and then copied them over and began to go over them while I sat in the chair beside her. The light from the screen deepened the blue of her eyes to a twilight shade as she studied each image. Her full plump lips curved into a smile as she scrolled through image after image.

“Well?” I asked as I tapped my foot nervously as she reached the last few photos.

“Well, I think you did better than I had hoped dear. I would think you had been doing this for years.” She reached over and rubbed my lower thigh through my khakis. Her fingers were soft as she gently caressed my leg and I felt the warmth of her palm as it rested on my lower thigh. I felt her sharp crimson nails teased my skin through the soft fabric of my pants as she drew her hand back toward herself while her thumb made slow passes across the top of my knee. Her fingers slowly trailed over the top of my thighs as she pulled her hand away and she smiled warmly.

“Thank you. I watched quit a few videos and read some articles on it.” I shrugged. While I wouldn’t call myself an expert by any means I had picked up a few things from what I had read and was sure with some time I would get even better.

“So why can you not shoot outdoors right now?” She gave me a puzzled look.

“The noon sun creates harsh shadows and the lighting washes out the colors. The stuff I read suggested to wait till after three. Actually, it said to shoot luxury homes such as this after sunset to capture landscape and pool lighting and such but I am not planning on staying here for that long.” I shook my head.

“I think a few shots outside will be fine later but I appreciate you doing the research dear. I am beginning to agree with my daughter that you should think about pursuing photography as a carrier. It is probably the only thing you love more then my daughter.” She teased as she reached over and ruffled my slightly as her nails tickled my scalp. Her fingers were soft as they ran through my short hair and her nails grazed my scalp teasingly making the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. She brushed a few stray hairs behind my ear as as she smiled at me causing her fingers to trace the curve of my ear. Her hand ran softly down the small hairs at the back of my neck as I felt my toes curl and she smiled warmly at me.

“I have thought about it but I am not sure if I can make a living out of it.” I shrugged as I felt my brow furrow as I shifted on the stool as I looked at her and drummed my fingers on my the kitchen counter. I loved taking pictures but I was not sure how much money I could make or how hard it be to find constant work.

“Just think about it. I can guarantee I will have more homes for you to shoot while you are saving up for college.” Mrs. Fairchild smiled as she put her hand on my shoulder and her thumb softly caressed the back of my collarbone as she smiled. It was funny that she was giving me advice about it considering she had supported my idea to take business in college. Her thumb moved in slow thoughtful strokes as if she were trying to comfort me while also encouraging me to consider her words. She crossed and uncrossed her legs as she turned toward me causing her stocking clad knee to brush against my leg as she rubbed my shoulder.

“Thank you.” I smiled as I shifted on the stool. Her dress rode had ridden up slightly as she shifted and I could see the lace tops of her stockings peeking out from beneath the hem. The delicate pattern of the lace contrasted beautifully against the smooth skin of her thigh and I found my eyes lingering on the intricate design as it hugged her crossed legs.

“While we are waiting on the sun to go down a little I do not suppose I could convince you to maybe take some of me?” She said as she let put her hand on mine and her nails traced softly against my hand. Her thumb brushed along my knuckles softly. Her other hand rested on her thigh and she slowly traced circles on the fabric of her dress drawing my attention to the curve of her hip.

“If you like. Where were you thinking?” I said with a shrug as I tried to contain my excitement at the thought of taking pictures of her. My mind raced with possibilities and I imagined her posing in various locations and poses around the house. I pictured her lounging on the plush sofa as her dress hiked up just enough to reveal the full length of her stocking-clad legs and her hair tousled artfully against the cushions.

“Anywhere you like really but I mean with me not in this dress dear. You already saw me in my lingerie.” She reached up and brushed her hair back behind her ear and let her hand trail down her neck as she let her fingers lingerie over her chest. She arched her back slightly causing the fabric to pull tighter across her chest and made me picture the lace brassier underneath. Her hand moved down to the button of her dress and she slowly unbuttoned it to tease me as she showed a touch of cleavage and let her fingers trail lightly along the exposed skin.

“What about your husband?” I gulped as I looked at her in her dress as I pictured her in her sexy lingerie, I knew she was wearing underneath as I could remember it vividly from this morning. The thought of her stretching out on the bed with the soft glow of evening light casting shadows over her almost nude body made my throat go dry and I quickly shifted in my seat to keep my thoughts in check.

“I am asking you to take pictures dear. Not to have sex with me and what he does not know will not hurt him. I can just tell him it was one of the ladies I work with if I show them to him at all. She shrugged and gave me a little wink. She drummed her fingers lightly against her thigh as if waiting for my answer yet the glint in her eye told me she already knew I would not refuse.