Another photoshoot

“You know what?” she said firmly. “The classic beach poses were nice… but I think I want something sexy next. We should do a real ballet shoot now. In ballet, you can stretch your legs so high, arch your back so low, and show off your body so openly… you can really see a lot of me. The tight spandex outfits already make it almost pornographic, and with the filter, even more so. I want the pictures to look really artistic without filters and pornographic at the same time—totally revealing. A lot of skin, a lot… everything.”

Jan nodded slowly, as if he’d been waiting for exactly that. “That’s exactly what I thought. Ballet is perfect for this. The poses are so naturally open and stretching—every inch of your body is shown off.”

Steve just grinned in agreement.

“Okay,” said Lisa, taking a deep breath. “Then let’s do this right.” Lisa nodded and assumed the deep, open position—legs spread wide, upper body bent forward, arms elegantly stretched backward. The red spandex stretched extremely tight across her body. The seams of the shorts cut deeply into her labia, so that the cameltoe was no longer just hinted at, but clearly stood out as a thick, plump bulge. You could even make out the delicate slit of her pussy.

She took a deep breath, glanced briefly at Jan and Steve, and said quietly, but with a new, playful undertone:

“Okay… that was pretty revealing. But since we’re at it… let’s make the next set a little… freer. Really artistic. I want the pictures to really say something.”

“Perfect, Lisa. Then show us what you’ve got. We’re going to film a little bit for the videos. Just do whatever feels good.”

Lisa smiled shyly at the camera—and then she began her show.

She slowly turned toward the large mirror, stood with her legs spread wide, and lifted one leg up to the side until it was almost vertical. The tight spandex slid even deeper between her labia. In the mirror, she could see exactly how her thick, smooth lips protruded to the left and right of the red seam. She held the pose, rocked her hips slightly, and let the fabric rub a little more.

“Like this?” she whispered, looking directly at Jan through the mirror.

Then she slowly lowered her leg, turned 180 degrees, and bent deeply forward—her ass pointing straight toward the camera and mirror. The shorts rode up so high that the lower curves of her plump buttocks were exposed. She spread her legs even wider, reached back with both hands, and demonstratively pulled the shorts up a bit higher. For a brief, deliberate moment, her bare, smooth pussy flashed into view—glistening with moisture, the inner lips slightly swollen and already a bit slippery.

Jan swallowed audibly.

Lisa straightened up again, turned in a slow pirouette, and then stood with her back to the mirror. She slowly slid the straps of her top off her shoulders, letting them glide down her upper arms until the thin fabric lay just barely over her stiff nipples. With a deft movement of her shoulder, she let the top slide down a bit—first the left, then the right breast sprang free. Her heavy, round tits bounced slightly, the pink nipples hard and erect. She looked over her shoulder into the mirror, bit her lower lip, and arched her back so that her breasts jutted forward even more provocatively.

“Do you like that as an ‘artistic’ pose?” she asked in an innocent voice, while she gently pushed her breasts upward with her forearms and jutted her nipples out even more clearly.

Jan kept filming, the camera completely steady, as if it were just a normal shoot. But his pants were visibly straining.

Lisa turned back to face the camera, took a deep lunge, and slowly slid into a split—first on her right leg, then on both. Her legs spread wide, her pussy pointed directly at the mirror and the camera. The fabric was now so wet and tight that you could clearly see the contours of her clitoris. She rolled her hips slowly back and forth once, as if riding an invisible cock, smiling sweetly and shyly into the mirror as she did so.

Then she came back up, stood sideways with one leg raised onto the pole, and pulled the top all the way down in a single motion. Both full breasts sprang free, bouncing heavily. She took them in both hands, kneaded them lightly, and tugged at her nipples while arching her upper body backward in an elegant cambré.

“Mmm… ballet feels really good,” she murmured, loud enough for the camera to pick it up.

Every time she turned or stretched, her tits or her bare, wet pussy flashed into view—sometimes on purpose, sometimes “by accident.” She knew exactly what she was doing. And she was enjoying it.

Jan filmed everything. Every single second.

And Lisa kept dancing—more and more freely, more and more horny, more and more pornographic.