The first session took place just two days after they met each other. Temari had called Naruto to ask if he was still free, and when he confirmed that he was indeed available, she'd arranged to meet him at his studio. It was just before noon when Temari walked in through the door, dressed to impress with a saucy, stylish top and a dazzlingly winning smile. She had done herself up in preparation, taking care to look as breathtaking as possible without veering into trashiness. It was a fine line, but she walked it skillfully, strutting up to Naruto with a feline smile and a swing of the hips.

He watched her approach with interest, appraising her again with that detached and purely aesthetic admiration of beauty. It was not without shades of more illicit desire, but Naruto was a man as much of principles as of passions, and even if he thought Temari looked sexually attractive, he wasn't about to act on those instinctive longings. It was the same kind of self-discipline that kept him in decent shape, doing the work that wasn't always pleasant and avoiding the slothfulness and indulgence that would have given short-term gratification only to screw him over in the long run. He wasn't above making mistakes, of course… but he had the decency to reign himself in from doing anything actually bad.

Temari could see this in his eyes, and it got her intrigued. He wasn't the first man she'd met to look at her with restraint, but he was the first one who'd looked so at ease with it. He wasn't repressing himself or meekly looking away from her body, but inwardly he checked the brute impulses that stirred as he passed his eyes over Temari's smiling, lightly blushing face, over her deep cleavage and her heaving, sumptuous breasts, over her trim waist, her wide hips, and her long and shapely legs. Instinct told him that this was a prospective mate, a caveman covetousness that cared nothing about the contractual obligations of marriage telling him to reach out and take Temari, but he sensibly disregarded this as one might the yapping of a small dog. To a certain extent, he seemed almost above such tawdry affairs.

And that fascinated Temari. She wanted to see how long Naruto could hold out. She wanted to know what the limits of this respectable restraint were. She DID also want to update her portfolio, though, so for the time being she focused on the business at hand despite this fascination.

"Do you have your camera ready?"

Naruto nodded.

"I set up the studio like you wanted," he said. "A boudoir shoot for this first session, right? Lingerie and tasteful nudes."

Temari looked where Naruto indicated. He had set up the scene just as she had pictured, and the lighting was perfect. It was an artful backdrop, lovely but not so detailed that it would distract from the focus of the shoot, every furnishing arranged solely to accentuate the beauty of the star: herself. She felt pleased looking at this, and she grew satisfyingly warm at the thought of undressing for this man. A twinge of unprofessional desire stirred in her belly, and she glanced at him sidelong, searchingly.

"Did you pick out the clothes for me? I gave you my measurements."

"Yeah, but I didn't have many in the right size for your bust, so the options were limited."

Temari smiled, pleased by the implication.

"You haven't worked with many other girls as busty as me, then?"

"No, I haven't." Naruto eyed her chest appreciatively. "Yours are the biggest I've ever worked with."

She preened.

"Do you like them?" she asked slyly. "I mean… Do you think they'll look good on camera?"

"Yeah. They're huge, but they look good."

"Do you think big tits aren't sexy then?"

"No!" Naruto laughed. "I mean, I'm not picky. Big tits can be real nice, but if they're TOO big it can be unbalanced. Unartistic. Especially when they've been enlarged. But they work on your figure. You've got a body to suit them."

"Thank you," Temari said silkily. "Would you like to see?"

She brushed his hand, stepping forward. Naruto caught her eye and inclined his head fractionally.

"It would be difficult to do the shoot if I wasn't allowed to look," he replied. "If I wasn't fine with seeing them, I wouldn't have agreed to this."

"That isn't what I asked, though," Temari said slyly. She stroked the back of his hand and stepped closer until their bodies were almost touching. She could feel the heat radiating from her. God, he was warm. "Do you want to see them, Naruto?"

He eyed her strangely for a moment.

"I'm married, you know," he said. "I wear the ring everywhere. I'm sure you've noticed it."

"Oh? I hadn't noticed," Temari lied. It was one of the first things she'd looked for when she first saw him, of course. But she wasn't opposed to seducing a married guy, especially not if he was as good-looking as Naruto. "But I don't mean anything naughty. I just want to know if you want to see my tits."

She smiled and reached for the neckline of her blouse. Leaning forward a little more than she already had been, she tugged this down, showing a little more of her cleavage, of which she had already been showing a not inconsiderable amount. Like a blackhole sucking in all light, the dark depths of the cleft between her titanic breasts inexorably drew Naruto's glance, and even despite himself, the blonde stared at her chest for a long while.

"They look very nice. I guess I couldn't say that I didn't want to see them."

Temari giggled and let go of his hand, stepping back with a bright grin.

"That's nice to hear!" she said. "I was worried they weren't good enough. But do you want to leave the room while I change into the lingerie? Or would you prefer to stay and watch?"

She looked at him with false innocence, pretending not to know what she was really asking.

Naruto was quiet for a moment, staring at her uncertainly. Then he shook his head.

"I'll step out while you change," he replied. "For your comfort, of course."

Temari pouted when he turned his back and walked out. He was made of sterner stuff than she hoped. Oh well. She would get plenty of chances…

With a smirk, Temari undressed, changing into the lingerie Naruto had picked out. It was tasteful but sensual (and unbranded, more importantly) accentuating the natural contours of her body while still letting her look somehow decent and not obscene. Still, Temari was of the opinion, after looking at herself in the mirror, that she was damn sexy in these, and when she draped herself over the waiting bed and called out that Naruto could come back in, it was with perfect confidence that the sight of her body would win him over right away.

Naruto entered with the camera in hand, looking just a tad cautiously toward Temari. For a moment it looked like he expected some trick, maybe for the woman to have stripped down buck naked and stood herself right in front of the door, shamelessly showing herself off to him, but he seemed relieved when he saw Temari lying on the bed. Her pose was powerfully suggestive, to be sure, and on a man less experienced with the female form, this sight might have had a very arousing effect, but the blonde shrugged it off with all the aplomb of a professional.

Temari was slightly disappointed by how unfazed Naruto looked as he walked up to her. She would have liked to see him stop and gawk at least a little. But she was also further intrigued by his near aloofness to her charms, attracted to this quality of experienced indifference that let him brush off the sight of her damn fine, half-naked body with barely a blush or a flinch. It seemed to her as a challenge, and she wanted to test herself against that unflappability, to see how much it would take to make him give way and get turned on. She knew he wasn't immune or untouchable.

Touching his hand, getting close to him… Those had had an effect. They hadn't won him over, but they'd clearly fazed him and made him aware of something about her intentions. He wasn't totally oblivious.

Temari smiled and cocked her head.

"Are you ready to start, then?" She rolled onto her belly, turning to face him with her bosom pressing down onto the bed. "Tell me if you have a particular pose that you'd like me to take."

"Yeah, I'll let you know," Naruto said. He screwed the lens cover and double-checked the composition of the shot. "But this looks good for a start."

He raised the camera to his eye and depressed the button. A bright flash blossomed, but Temari didn't so much as flinch. This was her element. It was what she lived for.

She adopted a sultry, mysterious expression perfect for this pose, cradling her cheeks in her hands and lowering her eyelids suggestively. Her lips parted as if ready to whisper something—an invitation, perhaps, or a teasing compliment. She looked into the middle distance with artful bedroom eyes, indulging herself in vanity as the camera clicked and flashed a few more times, Naruto moving to get shots of her from all different angles.

Temari lay sprawled on her back, a hand to her brow and one of her legs bent, lying as one in a romanticized swoon. Her chest heaved, scarcely contained within the snug confines of her bra. Temari had deliberately selected the smallest one she could get on, and her breasts looked ready to burst forth from their confines like an explosion of supple, jiggling mammary flesh. And her wide, womanly hips tested the waistband of her panties, the fabric of the undergarment digging lewdly into the skin. Her eyes were closed as if she was unconscious, but a flickering beneath the slit of her lids betrayed the blonde watching through her lashes as Naruto snapped photos of her seductively prone body.

The tiniest smile played its way across Temari's full, rosy lips when Naruto told her that this was enough for that pose, and Temari exhaled profoundly and swept a hand through her sandy blonde tresses before pulling her frame up into a pose like a suspension bridge, her back arched and shoulders thrust behind her, chest puffed out and head hanging wistfully. She moved one leg slightly, shifting it to the side, and her panties visibly shifted over her groin. If one looked closely, they could have made out the fine fabric nestling indecently in the slit of Temari's sex, the panties having somehow come to ride up in a camel toe that would turn these photos from tasteful boudoir shots into something NC-17.

Naruto noticed this, and he gestured to get Temari's attention before addressing her verbally

"You wanna fix that?" he asked her.

"Mmm…? Fix what?" Temari hummed, feigning ignorance. The smile was still on her face, though subtle enough that it could be taken as no more than a trick of angle and the lighting. She tilted her head, glancing down at her body. From this position, with her chest puffed out as it was, her melons conveniently blocked off the view of her crotch. "I can't see anything. Could you get it for me?"

Naruto cleared his throat, looking cautiously at Temari's private region. His eyes roved up her thighs, following the faintest curve of her long shapely legs, and he lingered nervously in the area of her groin, returning to the camel toe. He hesitated for a second.

"It's riding up," he said. "In your… y'know. If it digs in too much, the pictures won't be any good to publish."

"Oh, I see." Her smile not abating, Temari reached one hand around her back and grabbed the rear of her panties. With a perceptibly exaggerated motion, she pulled as if trying to fix a wedgie—if the problem had been with the panties riding up in the back, this would have remedied it, but with what the issue actually was, this action was the very opposite of a solution. The cloth dug deeper into Temari's groin, and Naruto couldn't help but stare. "There. Did that fix it?"

Naruto thought he saw a glint in Temari's eyes, a light of something very slightly impish that betrayed her awareness of reality. But he couldn't be completely sure. There was enough room for reasonable doubt, so he refrained from taking unkindly to her remark. Nonetheless, he was mildly exasperated. Even if the view was nice…

He shook his head, simultaneously communicating a negative and attempting to banish these treacherous thoughts from his head. He waved a head and set down his camera, stepping forward.

"Oh, here. Let me get it."

Tentatively, taking care not to touch anything more than was absolutely acceptable (no mean feat, with how the fabric was wedged in Temari's slot) Naruto pinched the waistband of her panties and lifted then pulled out, gently tugging the fabric away from Temari's pussy. He succeeded in dislodging the vaginal wedgie, but in the process of doing so, he pulled just a little too far out and down, and the crotch of Temari's panties descended like a veil cast down, baring her sex to his eyes.

Close as he was, positioned as he was, Naruto got a truly enviable glimpse of Temari's cunt. Her bush was skillfully shaven, her pubic region smooth and shorn of hair, and the lips of her pussy seemed to pucker as if waiting for a kiss. Perversely, against his better judgment and his most admirable tendencies, Naruto felt an impulsive desire—almost a hypnotic compulsion—to bow his head and lock lips with the aspiring supermodel's cunt. There was something enticing about her sex, perhaps the very fact that it was in one sense forbidden, but in another sense seemingly offered.

Naruto had worked with models before, and he'd had models flirt with him before. But none had been as staggeringly curvaceous as Temari, and none had been so forward in their propositions. He couldn't miss all the little ways in which she was inviting and provoking him, and he no longer doubted, glimpsing the flush and faintest eager dampness of her sex, feeling the radiant heat of her cunt and scenting its fragrant arousal, that Temari was being 100% deliberate in these actions, consciously and willfully tempting him with her body. No one else had been quite this bold or quite this beautiful, and with her pussy right there in front of him, naturally even a decent and faithful man like Naruto dearly wanted to bow his head and dig in. He was only human.

But he somehow managed to let go of her panties, moving them to cover her crotch once more, no longer wedged into her slit, and with a herculean effort of will he pulled back and stepped away. It pained a part of him to turn down the opportunity, but a larger and better part of him was relieved, and this latter portion commended him on his resolve. This was the right thing to do, it told him. He was married. He loved his wife, and he couldn't possibly cheat on her—or he oughtn't to cheat on her, and he would be trash if he did. And he wasn't trash or scum or anything of the sort. He was a good man, and he would not be tempted away from his spouse.

But Temari was not disappointed. Even saints had their limits, and there wasn't a man alive who could hold out against temptation forever.

She was confident that with enough time, she would succeed.

She smiled.

"Since you've already gotten such an eyeful of it," she said slyly. "Should we do the naked shoot next?"

Naruto paused and looked tensely into her eyes. For a moment, he hesitated.

"…No," he said finally. "Not today. We can save that for another time."

"Mmm… If you insist❤"

Her tone was like silk and chocolate, and it tickled his ears like sin.

But somehow, he managed to maintain his self-control.

The shoot continued in this manner.