This was one of my very first experiences. The group was a big crowd, almost a dozen of them, most of whom came from down under! They were incredibly friendly, relaxed, and, above all, drunk. The bottomless brunch had certainly done its job. The energy was also sky-high, with lots of banter and, to be honest, they were all very good-looking, with some even sporting a tan. The event took place on the first floor of a pub on a sunny June Saturday, so everyone was particularly excited and cheerful. The bride was glowing, happy, and confident, being a small business owner ready to embark on her new life adventure.
After a few poses, it became clear that the group wanted to engage in conversation. Many questions were thrown my way: where are you from? How old are you? Do you work out? What do you do for exercise? How often? Would you train us? Is this your main job? Are you single? I answered each of them with a smile or a joke. The session was going great, and the group couldn't have been more enjoyable.
With half the session already gone, it was the bride's turn to pose. She chose a classic pose, with me kneeling in front of her as if I were proposing. The group eagerly snapped photos, all of them young and enjoying themselves.
After this pose, it was the bride's turn to choose someone else to pose with me. She selected one of the shyest members of the group: a slender brunette with a slight tan and a beautiful smile. She wore heeled sandals, and her feet were adorned with frenchies. Despite the summery day, she kept on a short black jacket, opting for a simple and natural look.
Jenny stood up and as she walked towards me for the pose, the group began asking her to remove her jacket. Soon, their requests turned into a chant "Take it off! Take it off!". She let out a half laugh before giving her agreement. Little did I know that the jacket she was wearing was actually her dress, below it she was only wearing a black thong and a small black bra. As she approached me, my knees began to shake and I felt a wave of weakness. She got super close and said "can I choose?". She squatted, facing my soft dick, and grasped my hips as if she were about to blow me. At that moment, I focused all my attention on avoiding any thoughts about it, or I would get an erection. It was clear she was enjoying herself, fully aware of the effect she had on me. With laughter in her eyes, she swayed her hips, moving as if she were dancing, revelling in her own power. They were all involved, eagerly anticipating me getting hard, at any moment.
I resisted for three full minutes, but the story wasn't over. "Let's do another one, a longer one," she said. We stood there, embracing, her delicate yet strong skin and bones, a captivating sight. She was healed, half-naked, with her closest friends witnessing her boldness alongside a naked man. It took courage to be so vulnerable. As we held the pose for five minutes, we engaged in a small chat, trying to distract ourselves from the intensity of the moment. It was a hard task. After completing the pose, I took a deep breath, sipped on a glass of lukewarm water, and patiently waited for their drinks to be refilled before continuing with the session.
I didn't know it at the moment but by letting her pose with me like that I had opened Pandora's box. The next pose was immediately hijacked by a request, another guest wanted to pose with me. This time it was a girl at the opposite of Jenny, this one had a fake tan, botox in her lips, and unreal rounded upgraded boobs, an egocentric type. She was demanding and she made clear we were not equals, she wanted to pose in a dominant position. "You, in four legs. I will sit on you like a cowboy". I accepted without blinking, there was no point in resisting or delaying.
