Author's Note: My job as a college professor (Humanism and Life Sciences) enables me to conduct a wide range of research. During one series of student interviews relating to how individuals actually became sexually active, a female student named Dawn W. told me the following. That every word is true, at least as her memory recalls the actual events, I have no doubt. And it is hot! In fact, I found it so incredibly hot that I have masturbated countless times while reading it, and my now ex-wife found it so hot she made dozens of copies and mailed them to all her friends. Now I want to share it with you...
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I was a highschool cheerleader from my sophomore year on. At the end of a basketball game during my senior year, one of the photographers who had been shooting action pictures of the game walked up to me and handed me his business card. He introduced himself as Matt C., and told me that I had a nice figure. He said that, if I ever wanted to do some glamour photos, to give him a call. He said he always paid scale or better, even for new models, if they worked out. I was ecstatic because modeling has always been a secret lifelong dream.
I gave him a call the next day, and we arranged for me to meet him at his studio on Saturday morning. I arrived at 9:00 a.m. sharp, and he escorted me into his private office. He told me he really liked my petite figure and I had a lot of potential as a model. I loved the personal attention he seemed to be showing me. Then he had me sign some model release papers.
Once that was completed he led me back into one of the photo rooms. He went to a rack of clothes, picked out a rather conservative negligee, and handed it to me. He instructed me to remove all undergarments because photos often capture what the eye overlooks. Then he showed me the changing room door. I went in and put it on. I remember thinking that I really felt sexy right then.
I came out and we began the shoot. He had me lay and kneel in various positions on a big bed that was the main prop. He told me to raise the hem of the negligee just a tiny bit to add some sexy realism to the photos. I did, and felt so mature that I could follow his instructions without hesitation. Then he had me stand by the bed for some more poses, bending over in a few shots to intentionally show some cleavage. My breasts weren't very big, but they fit my overall figure very nicely.
The photo shoot moved right along, with me modeling quite a number of really nice and tastefully sexy lingerie items and outfits. But I noticed that, as we progressed, the clothing revealed more and more of my figure as I posed seductively on a prop bed. I was a little self- conscious, never having posed professionally before. But he soothed all of my fears away with his soft, encouraging voice. I guess I got lost in the experience, because I didn't have any qualms from even the most suggestive poses.
Finally he handed me a beige bra and panty set that was completely shear. I started to say something, but he said to hurry and change, so I did. When I came out I was once again shy, and tried to cover myself. But soon I was back into the posing, and completely forgot that I was essentially naked in front of the camera's lens.
He used up two full rolls of film with me modeling that tiny outfit, all the time telling me how fresh and desirable I looked through the camera. He had me lay on my back with my legs spread for several shots, and I never even hesitated. I just continued to do everything he wanted me to do. And I remember feeling very mature and grown up with this older guy saying so many really nice things about me, my natural modeling abilities, and about how I brought out the best in the outfits I was wearing.
Then, during a pause in the shoot, I noticed there was another man present. He was young, probably a college student like myself. Matt, the photographer, explained he wanted Kip (the other guy) to pose together with me as young lovers. We would both be dressed in our underwear. I began to protest when Kip, now wearing only his blue bikini briefs, climbed on the bed with me.
Matt told us to kiss, and Kip wasted no time in taking me into his arms. We kissed, and I was definitely uncomfortable at the start. But feeling his lips on mine, his tongue playing inside my mouth, and his soft hands stroking over my back, soon had me in a wonderfully good, sexy mood. And when his hand slid around and cupped my left breast shivers shot up and down my spine. At this point I was totally unaware of the hot lights, video cameras and the clicking of Matt's still camera.
Kip worked his way under the bottom edge of my bra and pushed it up. He gently pinched my nipple, causing me no end of thrills. Then he bent his head down and began sucking and oh so gently biting on my nipple as his other hand began caressing my other titty. They aren't very big, but they are very, very sensitive, and his touching and sucking turned my body into a molten pool of pure heat. I remember that I squirmed around a lot, loving what his hands and mouth were doing to me.
I really wasn't aware when he slipped his hand under the waistband of my panties and down to cup me down there. It was just that, suddenly, I felt his finger stroking through the wetness of my slit. One part of my brain began screaming for him to stop. We had gone way too far. But it felt so wonderfully good, what he was doing to me down there where no other man had ever touched me, that I wanted it to continue for at least a little longer.
