I lost my partner -- well, we weren't connecting any more - and I was alone again for the first time in seven years. At the age of forty I wasn't prepared to abandon the sexual part of my life; in fact I saw an opportunity to re-start it after a period when, in any event, my girlfriend and I had barely touched each other for months. I also thought the plan I had in mind might be financially beneficial too.
I used a machine at the train station to print 500 cards. "Close Up & Intimate Photography -- discreet guy with video cam and Nokia takes still and moving pictures to your specification and supplies results on CD or prints. Reasonable rates -- email/call Jeremy for details."
I then distributed the cards under cover of evening darkness to the streets around my home and waited to see if any call would come -- I had no idea whether I'd get ten or none.
In fact I received two emails the next day -- looked like there was a market! I got back in contact by phone to the first responder -- a girl in her twenties, who openly told me she wanted a video of her and her boyfriend having sex in their house. We arranged a date, my heart beating fast, and got in touch with the next customer. This was a guy in his thirties, who wanted something potentially more tricky -- to spring me as a surprise on his new girlfriend and persuade her to let me take high quality stills of their fucking. I made a deal with the guy for a reduced rate if she didn't play, and fixed a date for a few days after the first date.
I knew there was an element of risk in all this -- but I didn't let it worry me too much. I proposed carrying a small weapon with me to help me deal with any situation that might turn violent -- the rest I would deal with as it arose.
My libido was in a state of constant excitement as the first day approached, and I was sporting an almost permanent hard-on. I intended to look and sound like a professional when I arrived, and dressed in smart informal clothes -- pressed black jeans, casual jacket, white shirt and loosened black tie. I aimed to inspire confidence and allow my clients to perform to their best advantage. I knew I was in this for various reasons, and was in no doubt that if an attractive woman offered me sex during the shoot, I would accept in lieu of payment. If not -- cash!
I knocked at the door of my first booking with heart beating rapidly, but outwardly calm. I had told "Jenna" when we'd spoke on the phone that I'd been doing this for several years, and hoped my deception would survive the evening. She was a slim, pretty girl, with shoulder length hair, and decent sized breasts -- I liked her immediately. She seemed calm enough at the prospect of what was to come, and took me into the living room, where her partner, Dale was sitting and waiting. He was a similar age, and looked as though he worked in an office. I accepted a glass of wine as an ice breaker and we began to discuss the next couple of hours.
Jenna explained that they'd been together for eighteen months, had a full sex life, and that they were both stimulated at the thought of having a permanent record of their bedroom action. They also liked the idea of someone watching them in action, I thought, as Jenna was getting noticeably flushed as she spoke to me, and Dale's trouser front was showing signs of his own stimulation (yep, mine too...).
The first task was to get them free of enough clothing to start the sex. I asked them to stand up, kiss a little, and fondle each other. This they did, and I started walking round them with the video camera, varying the angle and height as Dale's roving hands began alternating between Jenna's breasts and crotch area. She responded by rubbing his hard on through his chinos. I asked for, and got, some dirty talk from the partners as Dale reached behind Jenna's back and slipped her bra free from her now heaving tits.
