I have a confession to make -- I love to be noticed. I love for men to look at me twice, to see that look of desire in their eyes. I crave to be the center of attention.
That's why I usually wear either a tight top or leave one button too many undone on my blouses to show off my 36DDs. I wear a thong because even if guys can't see it, I know they love for women to wear them. I don't always wear heels, but I do wear them a lot. My go-to look is tight jeans, a tight top and 3 inch heels with a thong and revealing bra underneath.
Not sure how my son feels about the way I dress, but his friends love it!
So does my husband. He loves for me to dress sexy, and he loves for me to wear lingerie. I'm not sure why, because it comes off pretty quickly... but I do like to please him.
My obsession -- maybe that's too strong of a word -- my fascination with being noticed, and a recommendation by my wild friend led me to take some boudoir pics for my hubby for our 20th anniversary, which is also just a few days from Mark's 45th birthday. I am a couple of years younger, 43, with brunette hair that spills several inches down my back, hazel eyes and "generous curves," as Mark likes to say.
Mark used to be a really good athlete but now has a dad bod and waning sex drive. Me, on the other hand, well let's just say my sex drive hasn't diminished. If anything, I'm at my peak.
Anyway, a week ago, I was talking to Melinda, my bestie, about what to get Mark for our anniversary/his birthday surprise, and she brought up the sexy photos.
"I had some made a year ago for my husband," said Melinda, who is my age and is drop dead gorgeous with blonde wavy hair, a beautiful tan and a body that I envy. She is the definition of "trophy wife," and she loves to exploit her looks to get whatever she wants.
"It makes you feel soooo sexy to have a photographer tell you how beautiful and desirable you look while he snaps photos of you," she said. "It's an aphrodisiac."
"Well," I laughed, "Maybe I need Mark to get his photos taken so he will be in the mood!"
Melinda giggled and said, "Oh, he'll be in the mood after he sees these photos. So will you! It's an unforgettable experience," she added while I swear she bit her bottom lip.
I found that unusual, but I did like the idea of this special gift for Mark, and I liked even more the situation of being photographed.
"OK, text me the photographer's number that you used," I said. "I think I'll give it a shot."
It took about a week for us to arrange a time for the photographer to come to my house. Josh, the photographer, said it adds reality to have the photos taken on our bed and in our home.
Mark was out of town for a couple of days on business and our son would be at school, so the house would be available all day -- perfect for the sexy, near-nude photo shoot.
Josh asked me about bikinis (we have a backyard pool) and lingerie, and told me to lay out what I have so that so he could look at them to decide which ones would work best with my skin tone and hair. I'm brunette with a golden tan.
I was nervous, but incredibly excited to see the finished product. I had modeled some for several boutiques in the area, and I loved being photographed.
When Josh arrived, I was taken by surprise. I wasn't expecting a young, tall, black man as a photographer. For some reason, I envisioned him as the typical photographer, which in our town was middle aged, dumpy, with glasses and a bald spot. Josh, though, was probably 6-3, slim but muscular like an athlete. He was dressed in jeans and a tight polo that showed off his solid, strong biceps.
I was wearing a sundress with a thong and no bra. I knew I would be changing into other garments, so I wanted to make it as easy as possible.
"Hi, I'm Ashley," I said when opening the door and getting a look at him. "You must be Josh."
He extended his hand for a shake and said, "Yes, ma'am. It's good to meet you, Ashley. You have a beautiful home." He looked me up and down, like so many men I meet every day. I smiled and may have blushed slightly because usually the men that are admiring my body are not about to see me half-nude.
We talked briefly, then he asked to see the backyard pool, so we walked outside. When I opened the back door, I felt Josh put his hand on the small of my back to guide me outside and I shivered at his touch. Wow, I thought, that's crazy! I felt my cheeks blush a little.
It was slightly overcast but warm that day, which Josh said would be perfect for the photos. We went back inside and he said for me to show him my bikinis. We walked to the guest bedroom, where I had three laying out -- a red one that has full coverage in the back, a white one that is slightly more revealing, and a thong black bikini that shows more than the other two by a lot.
Surprisingly, he said to put on the white bikini, and he would get set up outside. I closed the door as he walked out and I slid off my thong and dress and into the white bikini. I completely shaved that day so there would be no hair showing, and as I pulled up the bikini bottoms, I already felt sexy. I pushed my DD tits into the top and adjusted them so that they were sitting high. I sucked in my stomach, opened the door and made my way outside, where Josh had a camera on a tripod and another in his big black hands. I hadn't noticed until then how large his hands were.
"Wow, Ashley, you look amazing," he said, whistling at me. "You definitely have the body for a bikini."
I smiled and giggled, brushing my hair behind my ear, and said, "Thanks, Josh. You may need to airbrush these photos."
"Hell, nah," he said as he kept stealing glances at my big round tits as he set up for the shot. "You don't need any filters."
He had me lay down on a chaise lounge, my hands in my hair, sunglasses on, back slightly arched as he took pics from several angles. One knee bent, then both legs spread, sunglasses off, hair down... he called the shots and I obeyed.
Next, he said, "Let's try that black bikini. I bet black looks good on you." He kind of smirked when she said that, I got the innuendo.
"I think I never look better than when I'm in black," I said with a smile, harmlessly flirting. As I walked away, I could feel his eyes on my bikini-covered ass.
As I changed into the black thong, I could feel my nipples straining and the familiar tingle in my pussy. That usually happened when I was flirting with one of my gawkers. OMG, I love that sensation.
With the black bikini on, I sauntered back outside. Josh drew in his breath and said, "Uhhhh, yeah, that's much better." beer
He said he wanted to photograph me from behind as I walked intos the pool and then to photograph me as I came out of the water. As I walked away, I could feel his camera -- and his eyes -- on my barely covered ass. "That's it, Ashley, just like that. You look like a goddess. You were made to wear a thong."
Ten steps toward the pool, and I hear him say, "Ok, Ashley, now come back and do it again... and I want you to look over your shoulder as you walk."
I walked back toward Josh, my round tits barely concealed by the tiny top and spun around in front of him. Then, I slowly walked toward the pool, swaying my ass even more than normal, my face turned to the side. Halfway there, Josh asked me to stop. Then I saw him move toward me, crouch down and start shooting... taking up close pics of my round tanned ass.
"Ohhh yeah, Ashley, you look amazing. Your husband is going to love this. I'm sure he already does love that," he said as he took pics of my ass.
I giggled. "Josh, you're crazy."
"I'd be crazy for you if I was your husband."
I shifted my ass, rotating it a little, giving him better angles. I put my hands on my hips and grinded a little, like I was dry humping the air.
