It was nearly 2 p.m. when the doorbell rang. Mike sat on the couch and did not move. The mix of excitement and nervousness was almost too much to bear. Two weeks previously, he has placed an advert in a local paper looking for "Special Amateur Models - glamour - all ages welcome!". He didn't think he would get any response and was surprised when he received a call from a female called Jane. She had done some modeling years ago and called to find out more information. Mike had no photographic experience to speak of. He had a basic camera with flash, a keen eye for detail and a few rolls of camera tape. That was it. No studio, no elaborate lighting. He had just always fancied himself as a photographer and thought it could be a way to make money.
The story he told Jane was slightly different. Mike informed her that he had spent years studying photography at college and that he had many years experience with amateur models. Although he told he that he had never had anything published, he did say he was in contact with a lot of worldwide publications who he regularly sent photos to. He also said that he was interested in a different type of model. Someone with something a bit unusual. Maybe a particular fetish or turn on, mature people, or those into sexual experimentation. The last bit was the only true part! Jane said she would call round and see what he was all about and maybe let herself be photographed.
When the doorbell rang for the second time, Mike got up and opened the door. There stood a long-haired blonde woman of about 45/46, 5 foot 8 inches tall with a voluptuous build.
"You must be Jane," he said, "come in." She shook Mike's hand and walked into the front room. She was dressed in a black coat, with a white jumper underneath, a long blue skirt and high heels. "Did you manage to find me okay?" he said.
"More or less!" she laughed ,"Although I did take a few wrong turnings. I set off early just in case! Do you mind if I take off my coat?"
Mike shook his head and took the coat from her and went to hang it up. "Fancy a drink?" he said as made his way to the kitchen.
"Love one," Jane replied, "Anything to calm these nerves!"
Jesus, Mike thought, she's as nervous as me! He didn't have much available except for vodka, whisky and gin. He asked Jane what she preferred and returned with two gin and tonics. He handed one to Jane and sat down.
To break the ice, he asked Jane about her previous modeling work. Jane started to talk about how she had done some modeling work years ago and had even had some work published. As she did this, Mike started to look closer at her. She had lovely dark eyes and her hair fell beautifully around her shoulders. Moving down he saw how she had large pair of tits that were encased in her white jumper, while the long blue skirt had a slit up the side and was revealing a large part of Jane's right thigh. Mike gulped his drink down and continued to look at Jane. Soon he could be seeing this sexy woman naked! He got up and got another drink, offering another to Jane. He went back in and sat down again.
"Mike, I don't mean to be rude but will you excuse me a minute, I've just got to go to my car." Mike said that was fine and she got up and left the house. For a moment, Mike was unsure if she would come back. Maybe she had realised he wasn't a proper photographer or the fact that he kept staring at her body and her large tits imparticular. Shit!
Two minutes later she did return. "Mike, this is Elizabeth, a friend of mind," she said.
"Hi," said the new visitor and shook Mike's hand. Elizabeth was similar to Jane in that she was about 45, 5 foot 8 or 9 inches but with long black hair. She had a grey sweatshirt on, with blue jeans and black pumps. Like Jane she had a wonderful pair of tits that bulged out towards Mike as he moved towards her. He couldn't believe his look. He also thought he had seen her somewhere before.
"Elizabeth wanted to come with me to find out what it was all about. She hasn't done any modeling before. She may do some or just watch if that's okay?"
"Sure," said Mike, "that's fine. I'm sure I've seen you somewhere before. Where do you live?" Elizabeth explained that she lived a few miles away in a nearby town. She had lived there for 20 years and was married with a son and a daughter. "What's you surname Liz?" Mike asked. "Stapely," she replied. Jesus! That was it! Mike remembered. "Is your son John?" he asked her.
"Yes! Why? " said Liz.
"I know him! In fact I was at school with John!" Liz began to blush. "It's okay," said Mike, "I haven't seen him for years. Things have changed and moved on. That was then." He remembered how he had been at school with John who was one of those lads who had a sexy mother, even though she was 20 years older. Now here he was, aged 28, face to face with her again. Many a time he had jerked off to her, imagining her seducing him and fucking her in her house, in her bed., coming over her great, white tits, watching the spunk drip off each nipple. Now she was here.
"Fancy a drink?" he said to Liz. Liz asked for a Vodka. Mike got everyone a drink and said that they may as well make a start with the photography. They all went upstairs into the front bedroom. The curtains were drawn and the room was mainly empty except for a large rug on the floor, a small couch and a few lamps Mike has brought in an effort to make it look more professional! Liz sat on the couch and watched Mike and Jane discuss how this was to begin.
Jane wasn't that impressed. She asked Mike if he knew what he was doing and he told he that he had been doing it for years. The drink had made him more confident and Jane didn't want to argue anyway. She had had a few drinks and wanted to get on with things. Mike picked up his loaded camera and said that they would take it one step at a time. Liz sat on the couch to Mike's left and sat back, drinking from her glass.