Hello, I'm Lisa and I'm 44 now. This was my very first photo shoot when I was 24. From this first experience, I was hooked and have continued to this day doing photo shoots. I have had many experiences not only with photo shoots but choices I have made to fill my need for attention and of course sexual attention from older men.
Thanks to deadeye_76 for his editing. We have also agreed that, based on our discussion and my recollection, he will write a version from one of the men's point of view. https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=1153652&page=submissions
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It was Dallas and I was broke. I had lost my last job and needed cash just to survive. I was 24 at the time and becoming desperate. I needed money quick, so I started looking at ads on Craigslist and actually looked at some ads in porn magazines. I hadn't done anything like that, but had seen some, and I was probably a little naive about the whole thing.
I came across a strange ad posted by two men who were looking for someone to pose for pictures. The pictures were to be of me, taken by one of the men who was a photographer, while the second man painted something like a tramp stamp tattoo on my lower back. They were offering $50 for the session. I really needed money and this didn't sound so bad. At least painting was not a real tattoo. And at this time, years ago, I was generally making only 5 or 6 dollars an hour. Knowing what I know now, I should have known it was not as simple as it sounded.
I discussed it with them and they sounded genuine, or at least as genuine as I could verify considering how broke I was and how quickly I did it. I wasn't dating anyone at that time, although I had been dating and going out. I was a little plumper than I wanted to be and probably didn't give off a self-confident vibe. That was probably affecting my chances for dating. I hoped these two guys were happy with me.
I went to the location they gave me and it was in a non-descript strip mall where there were several small offices. I went to the address I was given and knocked. The door was answered by a man who looked to be in his 50s. He was going grey and looked a little out of shape. He had a camera around his neck. He invited me in and when I entered I saw the other man, who must be the artist. He looked to be probably only in his 40s. He was still in pretty good shape and nice looking.
When I entered, they looked me over and I could tell they were happy with what they saw, which I took as a good sign. I had decided to dress up a little, so I had worn a halfway decent blouse, skirt, and low heels. They both introduced themselves (though I cannot remember their names at this point). The area was a fairly wide open space and there were no windows. There was a small office over to the right. In the middle of the open office was a tripod for the camera.
Since I can't remember their names, I'll give them the short names John and Bob. John will be the younger painter and Bob the older photographer.
Bob told me about the painting of the tattoo. It would be on my lower back where tramp stamps had become popular. They would not be using anything permanent, so it would stay for a while after it dried, but most of it would wash off after a couple of showers. He would take photographs of the progression of the job until it was complete.
Then Bob handed me a medical-like smock. "Here, put this on. It will leave the back available so we can just undo the tie and John can paint on you. Take off all your clothes except for the smock so we don't get any paint on them." He looked down at my feet and continued, "But leave the heels on. It will look good in the photos."
I looked at him. He wanted me naked under the smock. I was desperate for money and not a prude so I was willing to do this, but at an additional cost. "You want me naked with just the smock and the heels?"
"Yes, is that a problem?" Bob seemed a little nervous, probably afraid that I would run away.
"No, not for $75." I upped the amount. I needed the money and I wasn't a prude.
Bob looked over at John and grinned. "No problem."
The way they said that, I should have asked for more. They seemed happy to pay the $75.
I took one more look at them and went into the office. I looked at the smock. It was a short, tie in the back, cotton gown, just like in a hospital. But it seemed pretty short and fairly thin. I thought about it and realized I was a little apprehensive, but also a little excited by all this. I would be almost naked in front of two older men. I smiled and quickly changed into it. It really didn't close very well in the back, but I tied it the best that I could. It only had three ties. Then I walked out. I knew that my butt would be showing a little and that they would be able to see my nice tits pushing against the front and that just made me more excited. I grinned.
Bob and John both smiled when I returned. Bob said, "Excellent!"
There was a small table with two chairs that had been placed in the middle of the room. Bob motioned me over. "Stand here, just behind the chair and lean over it so that it provides John a nice canvas of your back for the painting."
I looked at it and realized I was going to provide them quite a look at my ass and legs in that position. John was going to have to untie the smock at my waist to paint my lower back. I took a deep breath and realized that I was more excited by this prospect than I had thought. My nipples perked up. I walked to the chair, took a deep breath, and leaned over the back of the low chair. I was able to do it easily.
Once I was in position, I realized that I was pretty well exposed and I was starting to feel turned on.
"You have a beautiful ass, Lisa." It was Bob talking.
"Thank you."
"You are actually a pretty young woman."
"Thanks."
"Let me get some initial photographs, John, and then you can start work."
I tried to steady myself with my hands on the seat of the chair, but I was both excited and a little scared, so I was afraid I might start shaking. I heard the click of the nice camera and then I felt John behind me.
"I'm just going to open the smock to get to your back."
John untied the smock bow low on my waist and I felt it part and fall open baring me from the waist down. They could already see my ass, but I felt more naked now. The smock was open and was only held in place by the bows in the middle of my back and at my neck. I was getting more excited at the thought that two strange older men were staring at my naked ass.
"May I position your feet for the photos?" Bob asks me.
"Sure." I was more excited than scared now. I wanted them to see me.
Bob took that as approval to work on me. He pushed lightly on my ankles, guiding me to lift my feet and move them apart. I did so and I heard the camera clicking away. I knew they could see my pussy from behind now. I was feeling horny now.
John then started painting on my back. "Arch your back just a little to make the place where I am painting very flat and horizontal to the ground." John untied the tie in the middle of my back and when he did, he ran his hand down my back and over my ass. I trembled a little.
I arched my back and now I knew they had a great view of my pussy. I hadn't planned on this, so it was a bit of a jungle down there. I hadn't even shaved for a bikini in a little while and I had never shaved completely at this point in my life.
Then I fell John untying the last bow at my neck. The smock dropped away and I could almost hear the grins of the two. I had pretty big tits and now they could see everything. I felt John put a hand on my back just above where he was painting. "Don't move right now."
Then I felt Bob crawling between my legs. Oh my god, he's crawling between my legs to take pictures of my pussy from underneath me. And I was getting wet. I was a little surprised at my response, but I felt very sexy, alluring, and I wanted them to look at all of me. I wanted them to want me.
Bob stopped taking pictures for a minute and said, "Lisa, I think you have a very sexy, beautiful, and hairy pussy."
My pussy clenched at that. I got even wetter and was now hoping that something else would happen. I was horny enough to proceed with where I thought this was going.