Grandpa & The Photoshoot
I had always had a good relationship with my grandparents. After leaving school I was so sad to lose my Grandmother, she was 73 at the time when she fell to cancer. My poor grandfather had to cope alone, and he was more than reliant on his wife for all the usual household jobs, cooking, cleaning, even paying bills.
So my parents helped out as much as they could until he got on his feet.
While I was at college, I agreed to go over to his house and help out a little a couple of times a week. I was more than happy to do so and looked forward to my visits on Tuesday and Thursday evenings, sometimes a little more and I also went over some weekends.
My grandfather was in his early 70's, a tall, slim very funny man. He was very loving, and we always had lots of cuddles, even as I grew up.
I would arrive around 4.30pm and he would often be in the sitting room, watching TV, doing a crossword or something else around the house. We would joke with each other and I would help him with his evening meal and tidy around a little for him. I would make his bed and clean around the bathroom, adding a woman's touch which the place needed.
A little about me...
At this time, I was becoming a woman and had grown tall quite quickly after school college, and now in my first years wroking. I had always been active so had a tall slim build. My breasts had grown very quickly, and I was already a full C cup. I looked hot in a bikini or lingerie, so I had starting spending time and money on these things. My sexual awakening had already happened, and I was already a very horny sex obsessed young woman. My fondness of older men had already started, and I had lost my virginity some time ago to an older man. I had also had a number of sexual liaisons with guys my age, none of which had brought me much joy. My animal lust instinct was coming from displaying my body and turning on older men. Having sex with older men was my main fantasy.
It was through a neighbour of mine that I would have my first exhibitionist experience. My neighbour kept himself to himself and my parents said little more than 'hi' to him if they passed outside the house. He lived alone and was in his early 60's.
One day while sunbathing I noticed he was constantly hanging around the end of the garden, he could see directly into ours from this location and was clearly watching me. I was wearing a tiny bikini, which barely covered my breasts, and the thong showed off most of my ass. I was turned on by the thought of him watching me, so to encourage him, I removed my bra and sat up pretending to read my magazine. He had a clear view of my naked breasts and it was clear he was hanging around to enjoy the view.
As I stood to pack up and come inside, he called me across the fence at the back of the garden.
"Hi Beth, how are you?" he asked nervously.
With my bikini on, I wandered over to the back of the garden so that he could see me clearly, I felt so turned on.
"I'm fine Harry, how are you?" I responded, I dropped my clothes on the floor and bent over to pick them up, all on purpose. He could see my tiny thong and most of my ass, parted by a thin string.
"Sorry, I should go and get some clothes on, hope you don't mind." I said, hoping, well, maybe knowing it wasn't a problem for him. I was also prompting a response that would mean we talk about my lack of clothes; it was all turning me on.
"I'm very well thank you Beth. I was just thinking, are you a model? You certainly look like one." He said, again nervously.
"Of course not. No, I'd love to be one but I'm not sure I look good enough for that, maybe one day."
I responded, flicking my long dark hair so that he could get a better view of my breasts bulging out of my tiny bra.
"Well, it's just that, you're probably not interested, but a friend of mine is a photographer and I know he would love to take your picture. I just wondered if it was something you were interested in, that's all. I'm sorry if it's not, I just thought you looked like a model so I would ask you. Don't worry if you're not...."
I interrupted him.
"I would love to model, are you serious you have a friend who would take my picture?" I stopped him in his tracks.
"Oh yes, he would definitely take your picture for you. And he wouldn't want anything for it, I mean you wouldn't have to pay him or anything." He rushed out.
Interesting distinction I remember thinking...
"Well please tell him I'd love to model, that would be great. Better if we keep this from my parents though (as I was still living with them at this point), can we just keep this between us?" I asked.
"Oh of course, I won't mention a thing, just between us. Well OK Beth, I'll be getting on now and maybe I'll see you out here later this week. And if my friend, Mike is his name, is free this week, maybe I can set it up?" he asked, clearly excited by the prospect.
"Great, yes I'd love that. Well, as long as the sun stays out, I'll be out here tomorrow. Might need to top up my tan for the photoshoot!" I joked.
"Great, I mean OK, I'll maybe see you tomorrow." Harry said and went back inside.
I fantasised that he went back in to masturbate. So I stayed out in the garden and looked up at his windows to see if I could see him looking out.
A few moments later a curtain twitched, and I could make out his head, trying to look at me without me noticing. I decided to drop my clothes again. I bent over and gave him a long view, as I stood up, I popped a breast out of my bra and made out I was making adjustments. He got a good look.
Then I went in and masturbated.
The next day I was back in the sunbather again when Harry came to the fence.
"Hi Beth." He said, looking me up and down all over and fixating on my breasts.
God, I loved it.
"Hi Harry, how are you today?" I asked.
"Great, what are you doing tomorrow late morning?" he asked. "It's just that Mike is coming over and will have his camera if you're free."
"Oh, he will take my picture tomorrow at your house?" I asked, sounding a bit surprised.
"Yes, if that's OK with you." He said, shaking nervously.
"Does that mean that you will be there when he takes my photos?" I asked, smiling at him.
"Well, I can always go into another room, but as he is coming over, I thought it would make sense to do it here, no one need know of course."
"I think that's a great idea. Perhaps you can help me choose what to wear and make sure the photos will look good. Would that be OK?" I suggested.
"OK then." He said, he was so fucking nervous!! "10.30am OK?"
"Great, I can't wait." I said.
The next morning, I made my way to Harry's house using his front door. My parents were out so no concern there. I knocked and Harry answered.
"Hi Beth, come on in." he said as he opened up the door and led me into his lounge.
Sitting in there was his friend Mike, Harry introduced us.
They made a right pair. Both nerdy, a little sweaty in the handshake and clearly excited by the prospect of the day. They looked like a couple of perverts who had just won the lottery!
"I'm a little nervous, but I've brought a few things to wear, I hope they're ok." I said, as I pulled out a selection of things, bra's, bikini's, and silky lingerie.
"Mike grabbed them and said "Oh these will be perfect. I can't wait to see you in these, I'm sure your pictures will come out fantastic, you look very photogenic.
"I hope so." I said, slightly nervously, but dying to get them on to see their reaction.
"How rude of me, would you like a drink of anything?" asked Harry.
"Maybe a little water." I said, "I get a little dry when I'm nervous or excited."
"And which is it?" asked Mike.
"A bit of both." I said. "Maybe a little more excited."
"Good, after seeing you, you are even more beautiful than Harry said you were, so I'm very excited." Added Mike, looking like a total pervert!
