The Dames of Wayward Inn: Part 2 The Ladies of the Pub Become Calendar Girls. Based on a post by Big galute. Listen to the ►Podcast at Steamy Stories. An unscheduled location shoot. I was lost in my own little world on the way to a wilderness reserve, excited about resuming my boudoir photography hobby. One of the nation's most beautiful un-discovered beautiful young women was joining me, as my first model for a charity calendar project. It was just after 4am on a cool summer morning. Our chatting went silent for a few minutes but then I had a crazy idea. "There's a 24hr food truck up ahead, it caters for all the trucks passing this way. There was a bloke called John runs it at nights and I used to stop and have a cuppa and a chat with him. Do you fancy a cup of tea?" "Yeah, why not. I don't think anyone will see me if I need to pee later." We pulled into the rest stop and we were the only ones there. Before we got out of the car I turned to Karen. "I've got an idea, you can obviously say no if you don't want to do it. Do you fancy a few photos for your fans page? If John's okay with it you could stand in front of the truck and open the coat and I could take some photos." Even in the dark of the car I could see she was thinking about it. "Maybe, I'm not sure. I've taken all my own photos so far but I suppose you'll be seeing me naked later anyway. It'll be nice to have some photos taken with a proper camera. Do you think John will mind?" "Who knows, he seemed a fairly sound guy, we'll have to ask him." We sat there for a few moments talking about it, Karen building herself up and getting more and more into the idea. When we walked up to the concessions truck I was pleased to see it was John working, and he greeted me like an old friend, extending his hand to Karen when I introduced her as a friend of mine. Some blokes will get smarmy when an older man introduces a beautiful younger woman as a 'friend,' but John just took it in his stride. We made small talk as we drank our tea but then I had to bring up the subject of the photos, "Actually John, one of the reasons we're out here in the middle of the night is that we're on our way to do a photo shoot, I just had an idea that doing some photos in front of your van would be cool. Would that be possible?" "I think it should be, but I don't want to be in any of the photos, even in the background." "That's fine, it'll just be Karen and the van." I almost ran to the car to get my camera, wanting to get finished before anyone else pulled up. As I was walking back it dawned on me that John hadn't asked what sort of photos we were taking. The two of them were chatting away and I was impressed with how calm and relaxed Karen seemed. I was thinking about that but also about lighting. The lights of the van were bright and I knew Karen would need to stand close to the step van so they wouldn't be behind her. I had it straight in my head and told her where I wanted her to stand, telling John to leave the van if he didn't want to be in them. John came out and stood behind me, out of the way as far as he was concerned but now looking directly at Karen. I didn't know how she'd react. I couldn't blame her if she wanted to stop. I pulled a 'sorry' face but Karen smiled back and gave me a little wink and nod, to carry on. "Right Karen, look directly at me and start to undo your buttons." She undid the buttons but kept the coat closed as she did so, "Right Karen, shoulders back a little and open the coat." "Wow! Blimy!" It was John, Karen giggled and her smile got even wider at his exclamations. I was aware of time and I quickly went through different poses, “Move the coat that way, pout, stick your boobs out,” that sort of thing, Karen's smile and enthusiasm, the star of each photo. I thought we'd finished but then Karen asked John if it would be okay to take some photos inside the van. He gave an enthusiastic “Yes!” Very calmly, Karen removed the coat and laid it across one of the picnic tables, smiling at the two of us and turning and walking to the entrance to the step van. Thankfully I was quick enough and got some shots of her as she walked. She looked out from the van and I knew straight away that they would be great photos, Karen's smiling face and great t**s clearly visible above the counter, she even picked up some of the utensils and posed with them. She was a natural food server. I darted around from the outside of the counter, and entered the van, where I got some great side-view picks of Karen's perky nipples in the cool early darkness. Prepping food and wiping down the counter. She slipped a disposable fold-open paper food server hat and I captured even more pics. We thanked John, but he said it was his pleasure, his smile making us all laugh. Back in the car I didn't need to ask her if she was okay, "That was brilliant, I can't wait to see the photos. Thank you for thinking of that, I think we make a great team." I just nodded and smiled, thinking to myself that she was right, we did make a good team. As we drove to the wilderness area, for what was our intended calendar photo shoot; I was explaining to Karen about the dress and the wig and how I came to have them. "Steve, I bet Bernie looked amazing in them.” Karen surmised. “I remember the first time I met her, she was wearing an off the shoulder Bardo top. She had a beautiful face, but what I remember most is her collar bones. They were so straight and elegant, and she was so sexy." I hadn't heard of a Bardo top, but I remembered the described top, so I knew what she was talking about. I was smiling at the memory when Karen added, "I bet she was even sexier when she took the dress off." It seemed a strange thing to say. but I didn't mind, smiling more and saying, "Yes she was." Daylight was just breaking as we reached the parking lot, and as I got out of the car I was pleased to feel the dampness of the wilderness area, a slight chill to the air. I got the bag with the dress and the wig in it, "Do you want to put it on here or when we get to the location?" Karen took the bag and said, "It'll be easier to put it on here. Leave the car doors open so I can see what I'm doing." She hadn't even buttoned the coat up when leaving the food truck, and as she removed it I found myself turning to give her some privacy, just noticing an amused smirk on her face as I did so. "Can you do me up?" Karen had her back to me and I'd forgotten how far the zipper came down, the top of her ass crack was clearly visible. The zip just barely did up, Karen laughing and saying 'That's snug,' as I gave it one last tug. She turned around and I stood back to admire her, a 'wow' involuntarily escaping my lips. She actually blushed and said 'thank you.' She put on the wig and, once she'd played with it a bit, she was transformed. Karen had short silky hair and the wig was a curly titian red, a bit classier than some of Bernie's other wigs that she herself had described as strippers wigs. The whole ensemble, the cascading red hair and the fine lace top, had an almost Victorian feel to it, if you ignored Karen's chocolate brown nipples trying to poke holes in the lace. I got my camera and took some photos by the car, me adjusting settings and Karen smiling and enjoying playing with her curls. I'd originally planned on shooting on one of the paths that led to some trees; but on the way I came across a small pond with wading birds and the rising mist looking amazing in the early daylight. "How do you want me to pose?" I got Karen to turn away and face the water with me behind her. I told her to put her legs together and lift up her dress till I could see her bum. She leaned forward a little and I knew straight away that that would be the main photo for her calendar page. It had a cheeky, playful feel to it, almost in contrast to the stunning background. I then got her to turn around and lift her dress again, playing with different facial expressions and leg positions. None of these would be suitable for the calendar but I enjoyed taking them. We were chatting on the way back to the car and I mentioned that we hadn't decided on the final layout for the calendar, whether to have just one main picture on each page, or whether to have a main picture and a few smaller ones of each model. "All the photos you took were very similar, why don't we do some indoor ones that show off the dress more." "We could do that, but then your face would be in them and you might be recognizable." I advised her of the factors. "That's possible, but I think this wig is amazing and I don't think anyone will recognize me. We could take some and see." "I think the other shots don't need to be so explicit, your boobs look great pressed in the lace.” I suggested. Then I added; “We could go for sexy and alluring, rather than showing too much." "That's brilliant and you know what? We should take the photos back at the pub, there's beautiful furniture there, and it will really suit this dress and wig." Karen said with inspiration. I knew straight away that she was right. It was still only 7am on a Sunday morning and no staff would be there for hours. I was getting to like Karen more and more. It brought back fond memories of my times with Bernie, doing photo projects. Not just her personality but also the way she thought about modeling and photography. We entered via a side entrance that led to the pub but also up to my apartment, "Are you hungry?" "Starving." "We should have some breakfast before we continue, follow me." Up in my kitchen I set Karen up with my laptop so she could look at the photos we'd taken, whilst I prepared breakfast. I used to enjoy cooking but had gotten out of the habit, mainly just eating in the pub. I uploaded the raw pics to a cloud account and emailed Karen an access code so she could keep her own copies. She took her time looking at the photos and I was
