Just Couldn't Stop
Dawn knew she had a wild and wicked nature at times. Occasionally her impulses led her into doing things she wouldn't normally do, so it was no surprise to her when one day, she saw an advert for models on the internet, and decided to apply. She had often fantasised about modelling, and the truth was, she had the face and figure for the job. She was young, beautiful and blonde, with a great figure, an easy outgoing nature, so she thought she'd give it a try. She told herself if she didn't like it, then no harm done, and contacted the photographer to ask for more details.
After a few messages back and forth she realised it wasn't fashion modelling that was on offer, but more along the lines of glamour work. The photographer told her all the possibilities available to her; she could start with lingerie work, and if she was happy with that, there was always the option of topless work, or even nude modelling. She told the photographer that she'd be happy to do lingerie photos, but nothing more, as she didn't want to go quite that far. 'Not yet anyway,' she told herself.
A date for her first photo session was soon arranged, and Dawn got down to thinking about what she would wear - should she buy new lingerie, or just go with what she already had? She had always loved beautiful lingerie and had quite a collection, but she still wasn't sure what to wear, and so she found herself going through her lingerie drawers, setting possible outfits aside until she had quite a few possibilities.
Getting more into the idea of the photo session she undressed and started trying on a few of the outfits. She'd worn most of them before, but never with the intention of modelling, and so, with a fresh, 'eye,' she looked at herself in the full-length mirror. Some she dismissed straight away, but she was pleased how she looked with most of the lingerie sets. She also looked at herself topless in the mirror, to check what the photographer and other people seeing her photos would see. OK, she'd refused to do topless, but the photographer had planted a seed in her head, and now it was taking root.
To tell the truth, the idea of being photographed topless or even nude was starting to appeal to her. She knew she had a great figure and she told herself there was nothing to be ashamed of. Maybe she would ask the photographer to do a few topless and nude shots, just for the experience, and to see what she looked like, but she'd have to insist that they remain private and confidential. The more she thought of it, the hornier she got, especially when she got some ice-cubes from the freezer to make her nipples more erect.
She'd heard the professional models did that, and to her surprise she found the sensation quite stimulating. Stripping off her panties too, she posed in front of the mirror, really looking at herself, trying to see herself as other people would. She really liked how she looked down there, but there wasn't much to see when she was standing up, so she sat on the edge of the bed, and posed like a porn star - legs apart. She had great legs - she knew that, but now she felt incredibly wicked, sitting there with her shaven pussy on display.
Using both hands she parted her labia, just to make it look better, and realised she was wet. 'Oh god,' she thought, 'this is even more exciting than I thought it would be.' Soon, she was in a world of her own as she succumbed to her fantasies. Afterwards, she crawled under the duvet, still naked, and slept.
A few days later, and Dawn was on her way to meet the photographer for her photo session. She arrived at the house, in a quiet cul-de-sac in the suburbs, feeling very nervous and apprehensive. She sat in the car for a moment or two, working up the courage to go and knock at the door, but the decision was taken out of her hands when the house door opened and a man walked towards her. 'Are you Dawn?' he asked. 'I was keeping an eye out for you.'
He helped her with her bags - she'd taken more than she'd actually needed, but better to have a choice of things, rather than not enough, and the photographer agreed. He led her into the house, his wife offering tea or coffee, but she was far too nervous for that, so she thanked his wife, and the photographer led her upstairs to the room where the shoot would take place.
The room was cosy and well-lit; the professional studio lights with large white brollies set up in the room made thing brighter than normal, but she suspected she would soon get used to that. The photographer chatted away to her as she laid some of her lingerie out on the bed and together they selected a few different sets for her to wear throughout the shoot.
Once that was done, the photographer left her to get changed, and she quickly stripped off her street clothes. She took her time putting on the first outfit, adjusting the bra, and found to her surprise when she took off the panties she'd arrived in that she was wet again. 'Bloody hell, I may be nervous, but I'm excited too,' she thought, finding a tissue and giving herself a little wipe.
Soon, with bra, tiny panties and stockings on she was ready to go, and took one last look at herself in the mirror. Despite her initial nerves, she could feel herself calming down, 'Go for it Dawn,' she told herself. 'Just enjoy it and do your best.' She called to the photographer that she was ready, and so her first model shoot began.
'How are you?' he asked. 'Nervous?'
'Yes, but not so bad now that I'm here. In fact I'm quite looking forward to it,' she added. He talked to her as he made some last minute adjustments to the lights, which helped ease her nerves a bit more, and then he raised the camera to his eyes, the flash units flashed, and they had started.
He directed her well, telling her to do this, do that, turn this way or that way, smile, and she was so engrossed in listening to his suggestions that she soon forgot her nerves. She realised that she was enjoying herself, and enjoying being the centre of attention. He never stopped talking and directing her, making little jokes, telling her how beautiful she was, what a sensational figure she had, and more.
Some of the poses were very mild and arty, but others were quite sexy, and she knew she would look as if she was really horny in some of them, as if she was touching herself. In one pose she was cupping her breasts with both hands, pretending to caress herself through the material. With her eyes closed, she knew she would look really aroused, and the truth was, she felt really horny. She squeezed her boobs a little more than was required for the shot. 'Oh god,' she thought, 'that feels so good.'
In another pose she was on her hands and knees with her bottom exposed to the camera, and then in the next pose she got down on her elbows, knowing her arse was even more exposed in this one even though she was still wearing her panties. She wondered just how much the photographer could see, with her thong being so small - then she realised she didn't care. She knew she looked good, 'down there,' and the idea just made her even hornier. The next pose was the turning point for her.