Chapter 4

Fran drove, rather nervously and reluctantly, toward her destination.  She
dreaded the thought of what was coming, but determined to go through with she
had arranged.  In her car she carried only her purse and two large, two liter
bottles of soft drink.  She had brought the drinks in case they were needed to
complete her mission.  As she drove, she began to wonder if they would enough.
She had no idea.

She noted the time - nearly one thirty, as she approached the expressway exit
she intended to take.  On leaving the house she had felt a bit bloated, but now
that feeling was subsiding, as the liquid contents of her stomach were gradually
absorbed.  She was not thirsty, she knew.  Another sensation was beginning to
draw her attention, though.  Although she had relieved herself just before
leaving her home, she was now aware of a fullness in her bladder; the result,
she knew, of the rather considerable amount of liquid she had consumed.  She
wondered just how much distress she would be able to tolerate in that area.  Oh!
An exclamation escaped her - in her concentration on her internal feelings, she
had failed to take the proper exit; now she was forced to drive to the next exit
and backtrack.  Lost time she didn't need!  She cursed herself mentally, as she
recognized the discomfort that lost time was going to cause her.

Finally she was on the road to her park land appointment.  Five minutes to two -
she was a bit behind schedule.  What would Bob think?  Would he be on time?  She
rehearsed to herself how she was going to explain the scenario she had created.
All of her skills in diplomacy were going to be tested, as she prepared for what
she would need to say.

At long last she was there.  She pulled off onto the side road, looking for the
designated spot.  Ahead, about where she had judged the location to be, a gray
van had pulled off the side of the road.  For a moment her heart jumped -
suppose someone else was there?  How could she go through with this if anyone
else were in the area?  Then, suppose Bob brought an assistant with him?  Could
she handle that?

Nervous, almost shaking, she parked near the van.  A man stood beside it,
apparently waiting.  He wore a colorful shirt and jeans - casual attire suited
to the area, she thought.  She recognized him as Bob, the photographer.  Would
there be anyone else?

Fran got out of her car and approached Bob. She felt very uncomfortable, not
just from the stress of what she was about to do, but because her bladder was
quite uncomfortably full. "Good afternoon, Bob," she began, trying to seem
cheerful and nonchalant.

Bob responded with formal warmth, but his eyes were going to her car, obviously
looking for another occupant.

"Are you ready?  This is the place we selected," she went on, her voice belying
her assumed nonchalance.

"Are we ready?  I'm ready.  Where's your model?"  Bob inquired, a bit brusquely.

The moment of truth had arrived, and Fran was ill prepared.

She blurted it out directly.  "The model is here - I,  I'm the model!" She
stopped abruptly, standing in front of him.

Bob stared in complete astonishment.  "You told me you wanted some nude photos
of a female model, and that you would bring her!  What are you telling me?  Did
she back out or change her mind? I don't quite understand!"

Fran drew a long breath.  She was now starting to sweat, and she was as nervous
as she had ever been.  There was nothing to do but come out with the truth.

"Bob, I'm sorry - I guess I did mislead you.   This is very hard for me to say,
but I am the model - there never was another one.  And, yes, I do want the
photos, as we agreed.  I owe you an apology.  I suppose,  we really I thought,
you might not do the pictures if I told you it was me.  You would think a gray
haired lady posing for nude pictures would be ridiculous - I wouldn't blame you!
But I do want them, and I do hope you'll go through with it.  I'm very sorry;
but, it's very hard for me, too!"

Bob surveyed the woman in front of him.  Here was a nicely groomed lady of
mature years, wearing a conservative dress, standing in an isolated wooded area,
saying she wants to be photographed in the nude.  He looked her over - she wore
little make-up, her legs were bare, and while her dress was in good conservative
taste, she hardly looked like a model.    He judged her to be around a hundred
fifty pounds, perhaps a bit taller than average; but her demeanor was pure
nerves.  Her voice was trembling, and she was pale and visibly uncomfortable,
twisting and moving a bit under his gaze.

"Mrs. Merryman, have you ever done this before?  I mean, have you ever posed for
this kind of photography?"

"No. And please call me Fran - I don't want to be formal.  No, I've never done
it; but I need to-"

"It's none of my business why you want to.  You are not the kind of model I
usually work with for this type of photography.  You're sure you want to do it?
Do you know how to pose?"

Fran shook her head.  "I know I'm too old for you - you expected a young woman,
and I was afraid that you  would think photos of a woman my age - well, without
clothes - would be silly. I thought you might laugh at me.  I've never done this
before, never had this kind of photo done-  but if you will just help me, I know
I can pose.  I am frightfully embarrassed about all of this, but I made a
promise to get the pictures, and all I want is for you to do the best you can! I
know you can't be responsible for the model!"

"Mrs. Merryman - Fran - look, I'm not going to laugh at you.  I don't understand
this, but I'll make any kind of photos you want.  You have to do the posing, but
I'll try to give you some suggestions.  Do you feel all right?  She look very
upset!"

Fran was, indeed, fidgeting and squirming.  On top of her feelings of
humiliation, her bladder was getting painful. She was trying to show as little
distress as possible, but she knew that problem was going to get rapidly worse,
and she hadn't even explained to him why that was part of the planned scene.

"Bob, I want to get started making the photos.  We need to go into place we
picked out, and get ready.  But I told you I wanted the model to be photographed
doing some activities - I've got to explain that, too!"

Bob stood and looked at her with a slightly stunned but patient look.  "And the
activity is?" he inquired.

Fran steadied herself and flushed.   "Peeing -  urinating!  Some of the pictures
are to be of me - relieving myself!  I know, I know - that's shocking and
shameful-  but I need to get pictures that way!  I don't know how to pose them;
they're supposed to be done in an artistic way - I've no idea how to do it, and
I need help!  Please try to help me-  I drank a lot so I would be able to do it,
and now my - well, I'm very full, down there!  I need to get started, ......
What can I do?"   Her voice trailed off, tears came to her eyes, and Bob could
see her trembling.

"Photos of a nude lady peeing artistically?  Can't say as I have had that
assignment before!  Look, Fran, I'll do what I can.  I guess you can't wait too
long.  OK, let me get my stuff and let's go!"

He felt sympathy for this lady, obviously terribly embarrassed but nonetheless
his customer.  He gathered his camera and other equipment, and the two of them
walked through the trees to the spot Fran had earlier selected.  The location
was absolutely private, with no one and no sign of human habitation in sight.
He considered the lighting and shadows, and motioned to a spot he considered
suitable.  "I think you should to pose there! That should get the best effect,
although we may do some in another spot later.  You ready to start?"

Fran looked over the location.  "Yes, wherever you want me!   Should I -  get
ready, now?" she asked, very nervously.

"You'll have to - go ahead!" He started checking lighting and his camera
settings.

Fran simply nodded, standing near a tree which she felt would be out of camera
range.  "I'll leave my clothes here -  they won't show in the shots, will they?"
she inquired, indicating her intentions.

"Fine.  Just get yourself ready and move into position.  I'll see how we can
best pose you."

"You'll have to excuse me.  I never did this before, and I hurt real bad, down
there, because I'm so full...", she tried to explain, as she began to disrobe.

Fran took off her shoes, and set them on the ground.  In bare feet, she began to
unbutton her dark blue dress. She turned her back to Bob as she did so.  She
folded the dress carefully and hung it on a tree branch.  She reached behind her
and unhooked her brassiere, slipping it off and placing it on the tree also.
With a deep breath, she bent over, pulled down her panties, and laid them on top
of the dress. Hesitatingly, shaking a bit, she turned to face Bob, covering her
breasts with her hands.  Her bare body now faced him, only the breasts partly
concealed.  Her pubic area, with its thick growth of dark hair was exposed to
his view.  She might have had a bit of a paunch ordinarily, but today she had a
noticeable abdominal bulge.

"I think I'm ready - I don't think there's anything left to take off- oh, wait a
minute!" She stopped, took off her wrist watch, and hung it on her dress.

"You were pretty thorough - you don't want shoes or anything on?" he asked her.

"I want the photos nude -  that means nothing on.  And, please, don't try to
hide anything - I want everything to show -  I don't expect miracles, but I want
to look , well, not beautiful but as graceful as I can! But please hurry - I
really can't hold myself much longer!"

"You'll have to drop the hands, then", Bob indicated. she complied.  Her breasts
fell noticeably as she removed their support.  She felt terribly, terribly,
embarrassed and vulnerable.

She moved to the position Bob had earlier indicated. Not quite kinowing what to
do, she stood, rather stiffly, hands at her sides.  Bob eyed her critically.
She was not only stiff, she was visibly shaking.  Sweat was visible on her face.
It ran down her cheeks. Her breasts hung, unsupported, drooping noticeably, but
with both nipples erect and pointing slightly downweard. Her legs were pressed
tightly together, her genital area partly hidden by the compression of her legs.

Bob shhok his head.  This lady was obviously not an experienced model.  "Fran,
you need to loosen up a little - you look too stiff!  Try to relax!" he called
to her.

She tried. It wasn't working.  "I'm trying - but, understand, I've never done
anything like this before. I never posed without my clothes on - I feel so -
well, exposed or whatever - and my bladder hurts so bad, it's about to burst!"
She shook her head, tears streaming from her eyes.  She had indeed asked for
this, but the reality was hard to handle.  Never before had she felt so naked
and vulnerable, and not in any recent time had she held such a full bladder.
The pain in her bottom was getting to be morethan she could handle.

"Fran, try to relax - you look all tensed up!  Here - will you let me position
you in a better pose?  If you do want these pictures, you want to at least look
graceful, don't you?  Come on, let me help you!"

He moved toward her. She, nervous and sweating profusely, fearfully accepted his
gentle touch.

He touched her gently on the arms and shoulder. and positioned her for the first
pose; her head thrown back a bit, her legs apart, one hand on her hip, the other
raised.  He commented to her, "I like it - and, well, everything does show!"
His reference was obviously to her exposed breasts and her genital area, both
prominently displayed.  He reflected that she wasn't really in bad shape, and
although her body showed some accumulated flaws, it was still very definitely
female and there was a certain aspect of erotic grace evident in her exposed
body.

She fidgeted noticeably and he had to tell her, "I realize you're quite
uncomfortable, but you need to be still for me to get these. Try to relax!"
She still felt tensed, her abdominal muscles clenched as she tried to restrain
her overly full bladder.

He made three shots of her, then asked, "Are you ready to go to the next part -
the activity?"

"I have to -  it's awfully hard for me to hold- to wait much longer.  How shall
I do it?"

"Do you think you can shoot a stream?  I don't know how it's going to look?"

"I don't know - I never tried to do this. I never did it - not in front of
someone - I don't know.." She was puzzled at her own capabilities.

"Look, I think you need to show me how it's going to appear.  I haven't done
this thing before, and I don't know how it's going to turn out.  Do you think,
well, that you'll be able to stop and start again?"

She nodded.  "I'll have to - we need to have several pictures of me - well,
doing it."

"Then I think you need to make a sort of trial run, so I can figure out how it's
going to look. I don't know if you're going to ..." he fumbled for words;  "..
whether you're going to sort of drip, or shoot out a stream, or spray, or just
what.  You need to demonstrate just a little for me, then stop. Could you, well,
just spread your legs and do, er, well, just let out a little bit?"

Fran felt flushed with embarrassment. Never had she expected to perform so
intimate a function for the camera.  Yet she  knew his request was in order.
She tried - spreading her legs, leaning back just a little, and then tried to
let go.  She waited.  Nothing happened.  She tried to relax.

"Are you going to?" Bob asked.
"I'm trying - it takes a moment!  Gee, it hurts so bad, and then I can't quite
let go - just let me.." her voice trailed off, as she tried to relax.

Bob had his camera focused on her splayed genitals.  Suddenly a stream shot out,
a bit unsteadily. It split, some running down her legs.  She felt it, spread her
legs a bit further, and the stream shot out further, extending just a bit in
front of her.  She let it run just a couple of seconds, then clenched her
muscles to stop it.  She found stopping it took a real effort.

Bob considered what she had done.  This was a new situation to him as well.
"Let's try a fountain effect - it may look, well, sort of artistic if you can
pull it off."  He had her squat, spread her legs as wide as she could manage,
then lean back on her arms, her face turned up.

Satisfied with her position, he placed himself looking at her at an angle and
from slightly above.

"OK - turn on the waterworks!" he told her.

Fran tried to release her bladder.  Gradually her urine discharged, spraying out
and up a few inches. The stream was unsteady and went all over her  legs and
feet.  "Sorry I'm so messy!" Fran commented, aware of her untidiness.  She
stopped the stream, asked if he wanted her to do it again.

He reposed her, lying on her back on the ground, her legs folded back under her,
separated a bit. Her breasts separated in this posture, falling a bit to each
side.  She was acutely aware of their appearance. She tried to release her
bladder again.  The effect seemed to her even messier, but he caught her in
several shots.  Bob seemed a bit pleased.

"Can you do more? How's your ammunition supply?"

Fran smiled, now just a bit more  relaxed.  "Still holding some - what's next?"

She stood, and he helped her clean her back of the grass and leaves that had
clung to her.  She flushed a bit, reflecting on the situation of having a man
put his hands on her while she was standing nude.  She felt a bit better, the
discomfort of her overfilled bladder now partly relieved.

He posed her again, and again, in slightly different positions.  He had her
urinate while standing, legs spread in a position that suggested she was about
to lunge forward.  This time she felt her bladder empty, and the stream trailed
off as he took the second photo of her.

"I think we have you drained!  Ready for the other poses, now?" he asked her.

She replied affirmatively. "I  think I did run -  out of ammunition.  Are there
other pictures you think I should pose for?"

"Let's get something that emphasizes your breasts - like you leaning over and
placing your hands on that stump over there.  OK with you?"

She made a bit of a face.  "But they -  they're not very firm.  They, well, you
know, sag! Should I really?"

"You wanted to be posed artfully", Bob reminded her.  "Your breasts may not be
as firm as some, but with you leaning over, they can hang quite gracefully - I
think it would be the kind of artistic pose you wanted!"

Fran complied.  She was losing a bit of her embarrassment, and was more willing
to display her body in highly exposed positions.  He made several shots, then
frowned a bit.  "You know", he began, "do you think you could get your nipples -
well, rather erect?  I'd like a shot of them pointing down as you lean over,
but, well, they need to be, well, more aroused! They were that way, well,
before, but now they've softened. Could you, well, do something?"

Fran flushed a bit.  She was feeling quite erotically aroused already, but it
wasn't showing in the tips of her breasts.  She tried touching them a bit,
pulling the nipples out.  Finally Bob intervened.  "If you would permit it,
maybe I could help - if you would allow me to touch them, just enough to excite
them a little.  No more than just a little--"

"Please - maybe you could do it!" she responded.  Bob moved over toward her, and
took a nipple in his hand, rubbing it just a bit.  She felt the excitement of
his touch, and sensed the eager response of her nipple.  He touched the other.
"Seems to be doing the job!" he commented, then withdrew his hand.  He stepped
back for the photos, framing her firmly erect nipples in the center of his
camera.

He made a few more photos, then asked if she was satisfied.

"I think", she began, "we might make one more - I mean, my bladder's full again,
and I need to urinate.  Maybe you could do one more of me doing that-  but this
time, don't make it too arty- just let me squat in front of you, and you get me
as I let it out looking up sat you.  You see, that's the way I was once before,
and the ---   well, the one who will see the pictures,   well -- maybe he will
remember."   She realized she had said more than she intended.

"He? Lucky guy - that's what you want the photos for?  You hadn't explained!
Well, get in position, and I'll see what I can do. "

She squatted, but only slightly, spreading her legs for maximum exposure, and
looked up at the camera, her breasts hanging as she leaned a bit forward.  She
released her urine stream as he watched, catching her in the camera's lens.

At length she was finished and stood.  She reached for a tissue and dried
herself in front of him.

"Fran, I want to tell you, I never before photographed a woman peeing - you did
it more gracefully than I could imagine.  I hope the photos turn out to your
satisfaction.  And another item; well, would you tell me how old you are?"

"Sixty two", Fran answered, without hesitation.

"I never thought I would be making nude photos of a woman your age - but, if you
don't mind my saying so, it was one of the most enjoyable photo sessions I ever
had with, well, with a nude model.  You posed beautifully!"

Fran was at once flattered and horribly embarrassed.  Posing for nude photos at
her age! Even peeing for the camera!  She could believe she had done it.

She retrieved her clothes, and began to dress, as Bob gathered his equipment.
Seeing no further need for modesty in his presence, she made no attempt to hide
herself as she put on her clothes.  Finally she was dressed.

She talked with him a bit as they returned to their vehicles, settling the terms
of his services and the times for her to see the proofs.  She was about to get
in her car, but then she turned suddenly to Bob, and spoke, "I drank a lot of
liquid to get ready for this, and now I need to empty my bladder again before I
start up -  would you stand guard for me?"

Bob, no longer shocked at anything this lady said, simply agreed.

She squatted beside her car, facing him, and hiked up her skirt, lowering her
underwear.  he released a strong stream.  While it was flowing, she shook her
head, commenting, "Before today, I never could have done this in front of
anyone!  But let me tell you - I loved it!  Thank you for helping me through
it!"   She extended one hand to him, still holding her skirt up with the other
as her stream continued to flow.  He grasped her hand, without a word, amazed at
the image of shaking hands with a woman peeing beside a car.

A few days later, Fran appeared at the photo shop.  Bob took her into his back
room, and showed her the photographs.  She blushed as she looked at them.  "How
could I ever have done this!" she exclaimed.  "Look - if anyone ever asks - you
don't know me. I wouldn't want anyone to ever know!  I can trust you, can't I?"

"My lips are sealed.  The pictures are for you and your friend.  But it was a
great experience!"

Her selection completed, Fran arranged one set of the chosen photos.  For a
moment she thought about getting one for herself, then thought better of it.
"Better not to have them around", she thought to herself, "but I would never
have had the nerve to do it!"

A few days later a set of photos was on its way to Marv.  In the envelope with
them was a note. It read:

"Marv-

I had these made for you. I hope they are what you wanted.  They are all me -
all of me. I hope you will remember me as you never saw me, as well as the ways
you did see me.  These are just for you - there are no others.

There's one that will remind you of that day beside the car - you can spot it.

I was horrified when you asked me for these.  But thanks for asking; I would
never have had the experience but for your request.  Again you gave me one of
the most memorable events of my life!

As ever.  Fran."


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