Mi-jo's Photoshoot 4
Mi-jo uncrossed her legs and spread them wide to either side.
The hem of her skirt rode up at once, baring nearly the full length of her thighs. She rested both hands between her legs, composed her face into something blank and unreadable, and fixed the camera with a steady stare.
Han Pan pressed his eye to the viewfinder and locked in on the shoot. The shutter clicked, the sound ringing through the room.
Mi-jo lifted a leg to show more thigh, or gave her skirt a subtle tug, revealing herself almost up to the edge of her panties. Her gaze either met the lens or drifted elsewhere, those empty eyes doing the work of expressing whatever mood she wanted. Then, at one point, she looked straight into the camera and slowly drew the skirt higher.
Between her open legs, her lewd panties came into view.
They were neon orange—an intensely provocative color—scattered with a chaotic froth of lace. Han Pan could tell she was smooth and bare underneath, and he guessed she waxed. He gripped the camera and captured her with focused intensity.
The shutter filled the living room again. Once several shots were done, she rose from her seat and undid the buttons at the chest of her dress. A bra that looked like a matching set with the panties was revealed—mesh. Compared to her slender frame her breasts were fairly large, which only made them look bigger by contrast, like heavy jellies that would settle thick in a man's hands.
She worked the buttons free one by one, slowly, like a striptease, and Han Pan took in the whole of her with the camera. When her chest was fully exposed he began shooting her face and breasts in concentrated focus. Mi-jo matched the mood with a faintly lewd smile, taking the lead in setting the atmosphere. The moment that expression appeared on the monitor she smiled with satisfaction and grew even more assertive—parting her lips to let her tongue peek out, bringing a finger to her mouth, biting her lip. A whole range of faces, and her play with tongue and lips was remarkably skilled.
Han Pan stepped back a few paces and shot her full body. When her well-shaped thighs filled the frame she yanked the skirt up high and bared her entire lower half. Soft yet firm thighs came into view, and with them her lewd panties were fully exposed. From time to time Mi-jo glanced at the captured images on the monitor, as if adjusting the heat of the shoot.
Judging that they had enough material for now, she stood, told him she would go change into the next outfit, and disappeared toward the corner where her clothes were laid out.
Han Pan reviewed what they had shot. The results were thoroughly satisfying. And he found himself looking forward to which of the pieces she had spread out she would put on next.
A short while later, the click of high heels announced her return. She appeared in a very long lilac dress. The skirt nearly reached the floor, cinched at the waist with a thick sash of the same fabric that emphasized her line. It was designed so the whole thing could be fastened with buttons, and the pattern was dotted with small round openings that let a hint of what lay beneath show through.
Beneath the hem, her flesh-toned sandal-style heels were visible. Her exposed toes wore a white French pedicure—the same color as the manicure on her fingers, a quiet, deliberate sexiness. The heels looked like velvet and gave off an extremely soft impression. They were a dizzying height, easily over twelve centimeters.
"How do I look?"
"Graceful, honestly."
"Hehe. Right?"
She spun once for him as if showing off the dress. The lower skirt flared up into the air and opened out. Han Pan positioned her in the center of the living room, had her turn again, and rapidly pressed the shutter. And so they resumed the shoot.
Mi-jo struck poses in quick succession, presenting herself to the lens. Once she decided they had enough shots, she suggested they try a different version, then began undoing the buttons of the dress one by one.
"The charm of this dress is… it looks incredibly innocent, but it's actually a really slutty outfit…"
As she said it she undid about four or five buttons along her bust line. Her bra came into view. Compared to the previous one it was a cream-colored piece with a calmer feel—but the cups were small, so nearly her entire breasts were visible. Just a slight tug down and her nipples would be bare. That razor edge of exposure was dizzying.
Aware of the curiosity in his eyes, she began undoing the buttons locked along the lower skirt, one by one from the bottom up. As they came free the skirt began to part. She unfastened them all the way up to the area around her pussy. Han Pan did not miss the brief flash of her panties—cream-colored as well, a matching set.
The elegant figure from moments before was gone without a trace. What stood there now was a half-undressed woman seducing a man. She thrust one leg out and flipped the skirt back behind her. Her entire leg was bared—every part of it exposed, so close that the panties were only just out of full view. If she flipped the other side back even a little, they would be completely visible. The dress was open that far.
Han Pan felt an intense thrill.
"Um… I was thinking we could shoot a bit more erotic now… is that okay?"
Mi-jo said it with a smile.
"That's what I was hoping for… Shoot it as slutty as possible so my husband can get excited. I'll trust Han Pan's directing."
She said it and struck a pose. Han Pan requested various positions from her, shooting so that her breasts and legs were exposed as much as possible. With every press of the shutter her captured image appeared on the monitor. Pleased with how increasingly lewd she looked, she struck poses with even more enthusiasm. She undid more buttons on the top and bared her shoulders, and the bra came into the viewfinder even more clearly. Han Pan kept calling out praise, lifting her up.
Buoyed by it, Mi-jo paused the shoot for a moment, picked up the wine glass beside her, and drained it in one go. She refilled the glass, returned to the shooting spot, and untied the belt that had been cinched around her. Then she opened the remaining buttons across her stomach as well. She looked at him and smiled. At the same time she took hold of the dress with both hands and spread it open to either side.
Her half-naked figure was revealed.
A thoroughly well-toned, milk-white slender body filled Han Pan's eyes. On a frame that was slim relative to her height, breasts that could by no means be called small sat full and snug inside the bra, elastic flesh that jiggled within the cups. The abs centered on her stomach were defined but not excessive—not the insane lines gym rats carved out, but naturally refined, soft abs, and that felt incredibly sexy. Compared to her model-slim body her hips jutted out prominently, and that excited him. Full breasts, hips, and thighs paired with slim everywhere else—the classic slim-glamour figure.
The silk bra and panties covered what needed covering, but they were so thin it was more accurate to say she was barely wearing them. The straps of both were extremely fine, the coverage so minimal that nearly all of her flesh was on display. Truly, the bra only just covered her breasts, and the panties only covered what they had to. Confirming from the bare skin around the panties that she was waxed, Han Pan recognized that she was a woman prepared for sex. He realized that seeing a woman who stayed ready for sex even as she aged always turned him on.
"Noona, you look incredible. Wow… how do you still keep a body like that?"
"Really? Do I look okay? Honestly… I was worried I'd look fat, so I did a crash diet over the weekend and suffered a bit—but if you like it, that's a relief… hehe."
"Come on, you don't need to diet. Your body is more than amazing as is… damn, this is no joke…"
His answer pleased her. She slowly moved the dress she still had draped on—as if it were a coat—and struck poses again. Han Pan raised the camera and shot her, then after a moment said:
"Noona, go sit on that sofa over there."
Mi-jo went to the sofa and sat down.
"You don't mind if it gets a little raunchy, right?"
She said it with a suggestive smile.
"Do whatever you want, Director."
Mi-jo winked and readily agreed to his lead.
"Alright then—spread your legs as wide as you can, and put both arms back along the sofa."
Han Pan requested a pose from the sample photos he had seen earlier, and she realized what it was and assumed the position at once. As her legs spread, the outline of her panties became starkly clear. At the same time the plump flesh of her pussy rose thick against the fabric. Han Pan raised the camera and took several shots.
"Noona, give me a sexy expression."
Following his words she put on a sly, lewd face. The alcohol was hitting her too, and she was in an excellent mood. Han Pan took a few more shots and spoke again.