My name is Helga and I live in a big old house in Texarkana. I've been a widow for a number of years now, but maybe one of these days I'll find a new man. After all, I'm only 45, blond, busty and still very attractive. Working out regularly has kept me fit as a fiddle. Men still give me the eye, as I have a pretty face in addition to my voluptuous figure.
The boy down the street is named Eric. He's a handsome lad with nice pectoral muscles. I think he works out with weights. Though we just lived down the street from each other, we never spoke a word, I thought he was shy, till one day...
I was taking my groceries from the car to the house when the bag broke, spilling the contents on my driveway. Eric happened along and helped me get the groceries to my kitchen table. When I opened my purse and offered him a five dollar bill for his kindness, he declined it but instead asked me if I would do him a favor.
Not being able to imagine what on earth he could possibly want, I told him to sit down in the parlor while I poured us each a cold soda.
"Mrs. Miller, you are a very beautiful woman." He said.
"Why thank you Eric. That's very nice of you to say."
"Mrs. Miller, I was wondering if I could ask a favor of you."
"Why of course!" I said. "But first, you'll need to start calling me Helga."
"Okay, Helga...I'm studying at school to become a photographer, and I was wondering if you could help me with my project.
"Why of course Eric. What do you need from me?"
He sat back in the chair and took another sip of his soda and then he looked me in the eye and said, "I want you to model for me."
I was kind of taken aback at first, but it seemed like an innocent enough request, and besides, he seemed like such a polite boy. My husband left me a great deal of money and a house, and I don't have much to do these days so I told him I would be happy to pose for him.
We agreed that he would pick me up later in the day and take me to a special location that he had scouted for the shoot. I couldn't decide what to wear so I put on a cocktail dress and heels and by the time I got myself made up, Eric was ringing the doorbell.
"You look gorgeous Helga!"
"Thanks, but don't you think we better get going, the sun will be going down soon."
He said he planned it that way, because the time just after sunset provides excellent light for portrait photography. We drove off to a location in a secluded area not far away.
Eric knew his stuff. He got me to do all kinds of poses, leaning against a tree with a dreamy look, getting out of the car and flashing my stocking tops, leaning over the hood and pouting over my shoulder, showing off my thighs. He certainly was creative and after it got too dark, he took me home.
"Thanks, Helga. You're a great model. I'll bring the photos over after I get them developed."
"I had a great time. It was wonderful to get out of the house. And do bring those photos over for me to see, Eric! Good night." I offered my cheek and he gave me a warm kiss.
I could hardly sleep that night. Doing the shoot with Eric had awakened the libido dormant inside me for too long. I tossed and turned and couldn't get him out of my mind.
The next day he brought over the photos and they were excellent, professional quality. He said that he was able to produce them so quickly because he developed them himself.
"You really do have a talent Eric. I'd like you take some more of me."
"I'd love to Helga. The next unit we're doing is on glamor photography, and I can't afford a professional model, but you would be perfect."
"Do tell me more!"
He told me that the next session would require special lights and equipment which he would bring over on Saturday morning for a shoot. He asked me what my measurements were and told me he would bring an outfit for me to pose in.
The days leading up to the shoot were excruciating. I was so turned on that Eric was going to be photographing me, wondering if he would try to get me to do some nude poses for him. I just told myself to calm down and do whatever he asked because he was really very competent.
The day finally dawned, and I felt nervous as a school girl when Eric arrived. He handed me a bathrobe and told me to take off my clothes and put it on. He said that wearing the loose robe would fade any clothing marks on my skin. I did as he requested and returned to the living room to watch him set up his equipment.
"Here's your costume." He said, handing me a plastic sack with a Fredericks of Hollywood logo on it. I eagerly went back to my bedroom to change. I pulled out a garter belt, nylon stockings with holes (Eric did have good taste), 5" spike heels and some scanty panties.
"Eric, I don't think I can do this! There's no top for this outfit."
"Just put your costume on and get back out here." He yelled from the other room.
I took a few good belts of bourbon from the liquor cabinet and then I put the robe over that skimpy outfit and returned to the living room. I vowed to myself I'd give that boy the glamor shoot of his life.
"Okay, where do you want me?"
He took a few shots of me in the robe just to break the ice.
"How about some cleavage?"
I lowered the robe from my shoulders and threw my hair back exposing most of my bouncing bust.
Click...Whirrrr...
"Drop the robe and look at me over your shoulder." I did as he commanded and gave him a sexy pout.
"That's perfect, Helga."
