This is a true story written in collaboration with my model, 'Kasey', from her perspective.
I first discovered I liked to be looked at sexually when I was only 18. I was sitting on a train with very short skirt on and i noticed that the man opposite me was staring.
I was used to men staring at my boobs, but he wasn't staring at them, he was staring at my knees. It took me a few minutes to realise he wasn't staring at my knees, but he was staring slightly higher.
Then it hit me that he must have been able to see my knickers under my skirt hem. My first thoughts were to cross my legs or turn my knees 'side-saddle' so he couldn't see.
My pussy overrode my mind and my knees parted slightly and my eyes looked for a reaction. Sure enough there was one, or a few actually. His eyes widened, he smiled, he shuffled in his seat, but his eyes never moved. They were transfixed.
If he'd cared to look at my boobs, he might have noticed my nipples stiffening. I know my pussy was doing somersaults.
I don't remember anything about that man, but I knew from that day that I liked him looking at me in a sexual way.
Fast forward 19 years, when I was 37. I was working, but I wasn't earning enough to keep my head above water, when I saw the advert in the local paper.
'Models wanted for glamour photography. $100 per hour.' I was streetwise enough to know what 'glamour photography' was and I was earning $12 per hour in my job.
My pussy started doing somersaults like it did that day on the train, but this time my mind went along with it. I could earn 8 hours of my normal pay in an hour and I could get off on showing myself off!
You might expect me to tell you how slim I was, with a firm butt and huge firm tits, but that wasn't (and still isn't) the case. I'm not ugly, but not a 'classic beauty.' My boobs are more than a handful and droop a little and my bum wobbles when I walk. I'm just an everyday person, who is a bit randy.
I rang the number and they guy sounded nice. I arrived at the appointed time and place with no pre-conceived ideas other than that I would be able to expose myself sexually and it wouldn't be awkward because we both knew why we were there.
I'd gone to the same trouble ad I would have for a night out with my friends, but slightly different. I did my hair as usual, wore a thin classy red top but left my bra at home, so my nipples could indicate my state of mind. Pull up black stockings with 4 inch black heels, a little black skirt and my favourite pink satin knickers, which travelled between my bum cheeks.
I did, however, put on my makeup a little heavier and sluttier than usual. I was surprised how horny that made me feel.
I knocked on the door and the man who answered greeted me with an approving smile and a long look up and down. He was older than I imagined, about 55, but his voice was unmistakably the same person I'd spoken to on the phone.
He was just an everyday looking man, not a 'silver fox' or anything like that. I hadn't really thought about it before, I was just excited about exposing myself to a man.
He led me to a room set up with lights, drapes and a wooden chair on one side and a mattress with pristine white sheets on the other.
I sat on the chair, my knees like I had on the train all those years before. He introduced himself as Sean and we chatted a bit and I wondered why he was looking at my boobs instead of up my skirt, like the man on the train when I realised he didn't have the same view because he was standing up.
My boobs, though, were reacting appropriately. I could feel my nipples stiffening and straining against the material of my top.
He was pretending to play around with his camera while perving at my tits and said, "I'm thrilled you came. Most of the models I get think they're gorgeous and act all hoity toity."
I laughed and as I did, my tits jiggled. "So, you don't think I'm gorgeous?"
He laughed in return, "No, I said THEY think they're gorgeous, but actually, you ARE gorgeous."
I blushed, giggled and thanked him. "OK, are you ready to start, love," he asked as he squatted down and pointed his camera at me.
'Now he's getting the right view,' I thought and my knees parted a little, as if they had a mind of their own.
"Lovely" was all he said as he clicked the camera a few times. "Can you just cross your legs slowly for me darling," he directed me.
I made what I hoped was a good show of it, moving my right leg, way to the right, giving him a good look at my knickers, before lifting my foot and slowly bringing leg over.
"Smashing, Kasey. You've done this before, I can see," as his camera clicked like a machine gun.
I giggled again, "First time, actually, Sean."
"Well, you're a natural then. You know what men like, love." My pussy clenched at that. I was so excited that he thought that. It didn't matter that he was an older man or that he wasn't 'a hunk with a six pack.'
"Now, can you pull your top down past your shoulders, so I can see most of those lovely boobs, but not your nipples ... yet," he smiled an winked, "and if you can keep up that lovely, natural smile, I'll be very happy."
Now I was getting really excited, we were close to getting to that point that I'd be exposing my naughty bits. "Pull your top down just enough so we can see them all." I did and feeling the cool air made my nipples rock hard.
"They are superb, Kasey. Do you think you can make your nipples a little harder," he asked as his camera whirred. I didn't think it was possible for them to be harder, but 'What the heck' I thought, 'They're aching for some attention.'
I felt my smile widen as I brought both hands up to cup my boobs in a in a position that allowed me to pinch my nipples between my thumbs and forefingers.
I pinched my little nubs and twisted them and squeezed them, my head going back and my mouth opening at the joy of it.
Sean's camera was going off like a machine gun. I looked forward again and Sean was now much closer too me. "Mmm, great stuff Kasey, but I think they could get harder. I'd love to have those areolae of yours crinkled right up. That's a sure sign you nipples are as stiff as they can get."
I knew I had only intended exposing myself and maybe seeing Sean's reaction (in his pants) and that was all, but I couldn't help myself and see what happened. "You're welcome to try Sean, if you think you've got any tricks up your sleeve."
"I do indeed, young lady," he said cheerily and then left the room. He came back with a glass full of ice. To say I was disappointed, would be an understatement. I was hoping for something with a more personal touch.
He must have seen the look of disappointment on my face and nodded to the ice. "That's just my backup. You did say any tricks, right?"I guess my smile was his green light.
He just leaned forward and took my right nipple in his mouth. No touching preamble, no fondling my breast, no pinching my nipple, just straight into his mouth and he started sucking...hard, like he was trying to get milk.
I was thrilled, as was my pussy. He sucked as much of my tit in as he could and continued sucking, while at the same time using his tongue to flick and lick around my nipple. I'd never felt such intense feelings from that spot.
I heard some tinkling, but was concentrating some much on the effect his 'trick' was having on my tit and pussy, it didn't register. Next I felt the stinging cold of ice on my other nipple, as he rubbed a cube all over it.
The opposite feelings of the warmth of his mouth and the cold of the ice had my pussy spasming. I imagine my knickers were getting wet, but that's not something I can feel happening. I've never understood when I hear or read, 'I could feel my panties getting wet.'
Too soon for my liking, Sean moved away and his camera clicked again. He came around and showed me the photos on his camera screen. "It looks like the ice method is more effective, but I enjoyed the sucking more."
On reflection, I should have been more 'proper' and said nothing, but couldn't resist saying, "Mmmm, so did I."
He didn't 'ice' my other nipple, but just moved on. "Now, could you turn away from me, put your legs either side of the chair and bend over the back of it, please?"
I didn't hesitate, I knew it would give him a great view of my knicker covered crotch and that made me even more excited. Then I could hear him walking around to where my face was. 'What the fuck' I thought, but then he placed a small occasional table behind the chair in front of me.
"We might be in this position for a little while, love. You can put your hands on this to support yourself" he said in what I was now beginning to feel was his sexy voice. I hadn't noticed before. Maybe it was my now heightened sense of excitement.
He returned behind me and his camera whirred some more. "I'd like your skirt a little higher, love. Do you mind if I adjust it for you?"
My mind thought, 'Fuck no, I don't mind. At this point you can do almost anything you like.' My voice said, "No, that's OK Sean."
Next I felt his hand on my left bum cheek and he gently slid it up, apparently adjusting my skirt. He then repeated the move on my left cheek, but before removing his hand, he gave it a few gentle, lingering squeezes. I mightn't be able to feel my knickers getting wet, but I could feel the goosebumps his touch created.
"Fantastic. You really do have a lovely arse, love" he complimented. That took my excitement up another notch.
"Thank you Sean, but I know I'm not slim and trim like your usual models." The sound of his camera was like the best aphrodisiac in the world.
"That's true love, but you are far sexier than any of them. You should realise that most true voyeurs prefer the 'girl next door' than professional models, especially when it's so obvious you are enjoying this so much" he assured me.