For years now I have been friends with this woman who runs a book store down the street. I would go in to visit, trade in books and hang out. Anne is about 5' 2" or so in her 40-50's I would guess with graying long hair, a very simple hippie look. She has a nice body, thin and in shape and always seems to wear something displaying her large tits, but not in a ridiculous way. She is very fair skin as her hair still retains most of the blonde in it and you can see veins skimming the surface of her exposed tit flesh. I always grab a few lingering glances over the years at these beauties. Our friendship has developed over long chats of what is going on in the world, movies, and sports and of course books.
A few weeks ago I visited her returning a book by Ann Rice about Sleeping beauty, well a very erotic, porn version. She had read the book as well, and we soon were discussing it and sex in general. She said in her younger years she had always wanted to do some of the things mentioned in the book. Primarily a book based on S & M and slavery, I was quite surprised.
She then mentioned that her daughter was working on a thesis for college involving sex, men's anatomy, and some type of study group thing. She didn't really talk more about it and as more customers filtered in I soon left quite aroused and thinking how much I wanted to fuck Anne as I drove home.
A few weeks later I returned to the book store to exchange the books I had read. As the store was nearly empty we sat and chatted some more, and oddly she asked me if there were any women in my life and basically how my sex life was going. After all these years it seemed odd that she brought this up to me, but I told her nothing much going on.
She said the same for her for quite some time.
At that point the bells tied to the front door jingled as a customer walked in. It turned out to be her daughter after a hug and kiss hello she then turned and introduced me to her. Again after all these years, my first time meeting her daughter. She really did not look much like Anne, taller and heavier with darker hair, but she did have Anne's breasts. Like mother like daughter there.
We chatted a bit then I drifted off to look for books while they talked. Occasionally I would eaves drop a bit on their conversation and from what I could tell they were talking about her project for class. She was describing a man's cock and the amazing size and girth that she had measured for her study as both women giggled and carried on about it. She either forgot I was there or simply was not shy discussing these things in public.
I came around the corner as Anne was saying how she was just telling me about her study. I looked puzzled at Anne, then to Jody, her daughter who was smiling like they had an inside secret.
She then told me that her study was basically a video presentation where she tapes interviews with men asking questions about sex. She said she had a scripted questionnaire she would ask and then ad lib it from there depending on how open the guy got on camera with her.
Promising that at no time will my face ever be recorded, that it was completely anonymous; she asked if I would be willing to be interviewed.
I said I didn't see why not as it seemed pretty simple to me. But then she hit me with a twist telling me that she would also be taking photos of me, again no face visible, but some would be naked.
"Wow, that is crazy!", I thought to myself. I think I led Anne to believe I was some wild and crazy guy when it came to sex as I had mentioned in our previous conversations about these stories I had tried writing in erotica. I didn't get into much detail other than to tell her they were inspired by the Anne Rice books a bit and another friend. As I felt I was on the smaller side when it came to penis size due to things that had happened earlier in my life I already felt pangs of anxiety, especially as this seemed to be some sort of evaluation, but also immediately turned on thinking of being naked in front of these two women. An exhibitionist I most definitely am. What could a few photos hurt; my face won't be in them.
Feeling almost backed into a corner, I agreed I would still do it and was told to come back in a few hours when the store closed, that her Mom sometimes helped out and that we would go to where the cameras were set up later.
I went home nervously thinking what had I got myself into. As five o'clock approached I took a long hot shower and then I popped a good ole blue pill before I headed out. Feeling a bit self conscious about being naked I thought the pill might keep me from shriveling up and in a slight aroused state for those nude pics.
Upon arriving, the women were waiting for me, the store had been closed. I followed them in caravan as Anne had her car and her daughter in hers. Just a few miles away we arrived at a small house. I parked in front while they drove and parked on a side driveway in front of the garage.
I got out, the adrenaline rushing through my body, and followed them into the house. Asking if I wanted a beer, Anne went to the fridge to get us all beers as Jody motioned for me to follow her down the hall. The entire house had this overwhelming smell of incense and there were candles everywhere. We entered a bedroom that clearly had been sort of made into a photo studio. With two large lights extended up above pointing down, a camera on a tripod pointing towards a bed, cords and other items disheveled on the floor.
I felt the ice coldness of the beer on my neck and jumped as Anne had snuck up on me and startled me with it.
Laughing I crossed the room and sat on the edge of the bed.
I sat there watching as Jody adjusted things, turned on the bright lights, positioned me where she wanted me and turned on a monitor and there I could see myself on the screen..
Anne had left the room during this and as she returned I caught the pungent aroma of Pot as she was smoking a joint. She passed it to me, as I took a hit, Jody said that, "the smoke will make you less inhibited and a better interview."
"I don't know about that." I thought but what the hell and passed it to Jody. Two hits later I was already feeling it a bit and was hoping this wasn't creeper or I was gonna be really stoned.
Anne sat in a chair off to the side and Jody sat behind the camera. She flipped through some papers and found her questionnaire.
She began by asking my age, weight, height, ethnicity among other things like in an application. I was really feeling the effects of the pot and was feeling really self conscious about the camera on me. But it wasn't on my face so it wasn't so bad.
She asked questions about sex, favorite positions, how many partners, how often, etc Then she took a new aim and asked me things such as had I ever had a gay experience, have I thought about men, do I like my anus touched or being penetrated, and as she went along the questions got more and more graphic. I answered them all a bit shyly. I looked over at Anne who seemed transfixed on me as I answered the questions. I made the mistake of looking at her chest and could see her nipples clearly outlined in her top as she leaned forward.
She then started to ask me questions about masturbation, how often, do I have any rituals I like to do, what I use for lubricant, do I watch porn and what do I like, toys and various other questions.
The interview seemed to be drawing to a conclusion and then she put the papers down that she had been reading from.
She then told me that she needed me to get naked and that she was going to continue to video tape me and that she wanted to measure my penis in its soft state and then also measure my balls.
This was a bit of a shocker as this was not mentioned before and I already was feeling pretty leery about my size as it was. Feeling very self-conscious I hesitated as I felt fat and out of shape.