First Time Model (First Time Naked) (Part 1)

A mildly erotic tale of a girl's first experience of glamour modelling, and first time naked.

Mildly erotic

After the formal part of the meeting was wound up, we all adjourned to the bar to relax and catch up in a more convivial atmosphere. I sat down at one of the tables and was soon joined by three of our young female members. Rebecca and Jessica were both eighteen, and Keila a year younger. The two slightly older girls were quite outgoing and confident, whereas Keila was more reserved.

“Mind if we join you?” Rebecca had said, sliding into the seat next to me before I had time to answer.

“Of course he doesn’t.” Jess had added, “He enjoys the company of pretty, young girls, don't you?”

Jess had taken the seat next to me on the other side from Rebecca. Keila sat down opposite me, but didn’t speak, other than to mumble a brief ‘hello’. I knew their tactics; they would flirt with older men like me so that they had their drinks bought for them. It was a well-rehearsed drill that usually had the desired effect. And why not, I knew none of them had particularly well-paid jobs, having not long left college. And as for me, it made a pleasant change to spend some time with the younger generation – especially when they were good-looking females!

A quick description of the girls will suffice at this point. Rebecca was the boldest. She was quite short, had medium length dark hair, a cheeky smile and sparkly eyes. Her greatest asset was her bust, and she would dress to emphasise it, often wearing low-cut tops. Tonight, she was wearing a floral blouse unbuttoned to show a hint of cleavage and a glimpse of lacy, black bra, and a pair of tight blue jeans.

Jessica was the glamourous one. She was taller than Rebecca, had long dark hair, a slim body and great legs, which she liked to show off. She was a very attractive girl. Tonight, she was wearing a black mini dress that ended half-way down – or up! - her thighs. As she sat next to me she knew I’d got a great view of those long legs.

Keila was something of an enigma. Unusually for this area, she was mixed-race. Her dad must be of Afro-Caribbean heritage, although I’d never met him, and her mother, who I had met, was white. As a result, Keila was blessed with a golden, coffee-brown complexion. When she was younger, her jet-black hair was quite frizzy, but as she’d got older, she’d straightened it, so now it was slightly shorter than shoulder length: it gleamed even in the subdued lighting of the bar. She had deep brown eyes and a sultry smile. She was probably a pretty girl; I say ‘probably’ because she was never made-up to accentuate her looks, and always appeared under-stated. Of average height, she was usually dressed in a casual baggy hoodie and jogging bottoms – as she was tonight – so it was difficult to discern her body type. I imagined that under her loose-fitting clothing she could be quite appealing. Apparently her name means "the Lord has created" and it carries a spiritual essence, implying that the girl bearing the name is a creation of God, emphasizing their divine origin and purpose.

As they joined me, I took the hint. “I expect you girls would like a drink?” I asked.

“Yes please.” Rebecca and Jessica replied together. “Vodka cokes for us.” they added, well-practised.

“And you Keila?” I asked.

“May I have a WKD please?” she said, faintly. She was always very polite, though very timid.

I squeezed out passed Jessica to get to the bar, getting a good look at her legs as I did so. Although the bar was quite busy, they’d put extra staff on, knowing that we were meeting upstairs; I got served relatively quickly and returned to the girls with their drinks. I had to squeeze back passed Jessica and got another good look at her legs. She didn’t seem to mind.

Once I was seated, I passed the drinks out and the girls thanked me. We chatted for a while about what had been talked about at the meeting. To be fair, I was on the committee and even I had found the earlier discussion rather dull. The girls must have found it mind-numbingly tedious. I guessed the last thing they wanted to do was talk about it even more. To lighten matters up I changed the subject.

“I see the national organisation are doing another fund-raising calendar.” I said, “Did you see last year’s one?”

“The ‘Calendar Girls’ type one?” Rebecca questioned, "With naked people in it?"

“That’s the one. It raised a fair sum of money. That's why they're doing another one.” I said.

“It was quite good.” Jessica admitted, “I liked that they had naked men as well as naked women.” she continued, smiling.

“I thought you’d like that!” I said. “All the models were volunteers from our organisation.” I added.

“I didn’t recognise anyone.” Rebecca said, sounding slightly disappointed.

“I don’t think anyone local put themselves forward.” I said.

“Our chaps are not that young and good-looking.” Rebecca said, dismissively.

“Perhaps not. But our girls are.” I said, realising how cheesy I sounded.

“Thank you.” Jessica said, and raised her glass, “I’ll drink to that.” she continued, and took a large gulp of her vodka coke.

“I don’t know why you don’t put yourselves forward for the next one.” I said.

“I couldn’t pose naked in front of a stranger.” Rebecca said.

“And I thought you were brave.” I said, “It’s all done quite cleverly so you don’t really see anything. I don’t even expect they’re completely naked.” I continued.

“They look naked.” Jessica said, “But you’re right, you can’t see the interesting bits.” she added, somewhat disappointedly.

“What about you then Jessica?” I said, “I’m sure those legs would sell a load of calendars.” I added.

“And that’s just to you!” Jessica laughed. “You do like my legs, don’t you?” she teased, and hitched her dress up a bit further. I gasped at just how much leg I could see.

“Well Jess?” I questioned, “It would be good to get some local interest.” I said trying to convince her.

“I don’t think so.” she said, “I’m not really brave enough.”

All through the chat we’d not really involved Keila. She just sat demurely and listened.

“Fancy another drink?” I said, noticing the girls’ glasses were empty.

“Yes please.” Rebecca and Jessica said in unison again.

I squeezed out past Jessica and once again admired her long legs.

“Would you like a hand?” I was surprised to hear Keila say.

“Yes please” I said, “That would be great.”

Keila followed me to the bar and stood next to me as I ordered.

“About this calendar.” she said conspiratorially, “I’d like to be considered.”

“You?” I said, sounding surprised, and realising it came out all wrong.

“Don’t you think I’d be pretty enough?” she said, sounding upset.

“Oh, I’m sure you are.” I said, trying to sound conciliatory, “I just didn’t think you were the type.”

“Well, would you find out for me?” she said.

“I’ll make some enquiries. Give me a call in a couple of days’ time if you’re still interested.” I said, and added, “You’ve got my number, haven’t you?”

“I have. I’ll call you.” she said, “And please don’t tell the others.” she added.

“Okay.” I said, “I won’t mention it.”

After our brief chat we returned to the table where the other two girls were waiting. As I squeezed back passed Jess she swivelled her legs round to make it easier for me to get by, and I inadvertently got a look right up her black dress, getting a quick glimpse of a triangle of her white panties. She must have guessed what I’d seen because she giggled.

“Enjoy the view?” she asked, "I take it you saw more than just my legs?"

I blushed slightly as I replied, “It’s a very nice view. Are you sure you don’t want to put yourself forward for the calendar?”

“I don’t mind you ogling me.” she laughed, “But I wouldn’t want complete strangers doing it.”

We chatted on about nothing in particular until we had finished our drinks. I made sure the girls were safe to get home – Jess’s mum was picking them up – and we said our goodbyes.

The next day I contacted the organiser of the calendar and found out what was required of the volunteer models. To be honest though, I didn’t expect Keila to phone, and that I had wasted my time. To my surprise, two days later, Keila rang.

“Hiya, it’s Keila.” she said, coming across more confidently on the phone than she usually did in person. “Did you find out about the calendar?”

“Hello Keila.” I said, “I did. Are you still interested then?”

“Sort of.” she replied, non-committal.

“I’ve contacted the organiser and they’re still looking for volunteers. They need a brief biography – like a short CV – and some recent photos. Oh, and you must be over eighteen.” I explained.

“I’m nearly eighteen.” Keila confirmed, “I will be by the time the calendar comes out.”

“I expect you need to be eighteen when they do the photos.” I said.

“What photos do they need now?” Keila asked, conveniently moving the conversation on.

“They need to be recent – preferably in the last month or two. And they’re looking for a mixture of head-shots and body-shots.” I explained.

“These ‘body-shots’ – do I need to be naked?” she asked, hesitantly.

“Not at all!” I laughed, “But I expect the pictures will need to show that you’re confident enough to appear as if you are naked.”

“Oh, Okay.” she sounded slightly reassured.

“Oh, one other thing: the photos need to be taken on a quality digital camera, not a smart-phone.” I added.

“I haven’t got any like that.” Keila replied, sounding disillusioned. “I’ve got loads on my phone.” she continued.

“I did question that, given how good phones are now. But they were adamant that they needed to be on a decent digital camera.” I clarified.

“I don’t even know anyone with a proper camera.” she said disheartened, “Everyone my age uses their phone.”

“You could get some done by a professional?” I suggested.

“Won’t that be expensive?” Keila asked.

“I don’t suppose it’ll be cheap.” I agreed.

“I’d rather someone I knew did them anyway.” she said, “You’re old, haven’t you got a camera?” she added.

“Cheek!” I exclaimed, “Actually I have. But I’ve only ever used it for wildlife and countryside photographs, and I’m very much an amateur even when it comes to that. It’s barely even a hobby. I’ve never done portraits before.”

“Could you make an exception for me?” she pleaded, “It can’t be that difficult. You’d have more control over me than any animal in the wild.” she added, logically.

“I haven’t got a studio or proper lighting.” I said, making excuses.

“I’m sure we can get around that.” she said.

“I could come to yours I suppose.” I suggested.

“I’d rather my parents didn’t know.” Keila said, “And anyway, my little brother is bound to make a nuisance of himself. I’d rather come to yours: we are less likely to be disturbed.”

She did have a point. I lived alone and had very few visitors, so it was unlikely we would be disturbed.

“Are you doing anything Thursday evening?” Keila asked.

“I don’t think so.” I replied, hesitantly.

“That’s it then. I’ll be at yours about seven.” she said, and with that she put the phone down.

I sat with the phone in my hand wondering how I’d been manoeuvred into agreeing such a proposition.

Although I didn’t expect anything to come from our phone conversation, I did retrieve my camera from the back of the cupboard where it had laid unused for a couple of years. I put new batteries in it as the ones already inside had long lost any power. I tried it out and it all seemed to be working fine. I also gathered together all the lights I could muster from around the house: table lamps, lamp-stands and even some powerful torches. I lived in a small cottage with low ceilings and small windows so I guessed lighting would be an issue. That said, the living room was quite photogenic, with beams and an olde-worlde open fireplace. With a little bit of effort, I transformed it into something approaching a studio.

As Thursday evening drew close I didn’t really know what to expect. In all probability I thought that Keila would pull out at the last minute. Sure enough, just before seven my phone bleeped and it was a text from Keila. But instead of the cancellation message I was expecting, it just read: ‘Sorry. Running late. Kx’.

At seven thirty I heard a car pull into the drive, and then a faint knock at the front door. Keila was standing there as timid as I was used to seeing her, and lacking all the confidence she had exhibited over the phone. I invited her in. Instead of the loose-fitting sports wear that I was used to seeing her in, she was wearing tight blue ripped denim jeans and a close-fitting black crop top that accentuated her breasts. I guessed she must be wearing a padded bra because her breasts really were prominent. The exposed skin between the waistline of her jeans and the bottom of her crop top was gleaming golden brown as if it’d been dipped in honey. She had a pierced belly button with what looked like a pearl stud that shone brightly against her chocolate skin. Her hair, which she usually wore in a short, plain cut was styled to give her a modern tousled, pixie look. She wore a little make-up just to accentuate her eyes and jaw line. I must admit, I’d never seen her looking this good. In fact, I never imagined she could look this good.

“Wow! You look great.” I said, as she stepped in. I was tempted to say: ‘you look gorgeous’, but I thought better of it, “I love your hair like that.”

 

“Thank you. I had my hair done specially.” she said shyly, “Where shall I put these?” she added nervously, holding up a sports holdall.

 

“What is it?” I asked.

 

“I brought some different clothes to wear during the session.” she said timidly, “If I feel brave enough to wear them.”

 

I showed her to the downstairs bathroom and told her that she could use it as a changing room. She put the bag of clothes in there. I offered her a drink, thinking that it might calm her nerves, but she declined as she was driving. She wouldn’t even consider a soft drink. In fact, she gave the impression that she just wanted to crack on and get the shoot over with as quickly as possible. I ushered her through to the living room which was doubling as a make-shift studio.

“This looks cool.” she said, “Where do you want me?” she added uneasily.

“Are you happy to start with what you’re wearing, or do you need to change?” I asked.

“Is it okay if I start like this?” she asked, “I must admit I’m a bit nervous.” she confided.

“That’s fine.” I said, “There’s nothing to be worried about.” I continued.

“I’m not that confident about showing my body.” she admitted.

“We'll take it slow.” I comforted her, “I suggest we do some head shots to start with anyway.”

“Okay.” she said.

“We’ll only move on if you’re happy to.” I confirmed, “We can stop at any time.”

“Thank you.” she said, “I’m a bit happier now.”

I guided her to a chair in front of my pseudo lighting system. I’d hung a plain cream sheet up to form a backdrop. She sat down and I started clicking away with the camera. Keila was quite rigid to start with, but with some encouragement she started to loosen up and relax. After I’d taken a few shots, I looked at the images on the camera. They actually weren’t too bad. I showed them to Keila who seemed quite happy with them.

“Okay to move on to some body shots now?” I said, “Just stand up alongside the chair. That’s if you’re happy to?”

“Whatever.” she said.

Keila did as she was instructed. She was still quite tense, and it took a fair bit of reassurance to get her to relax. Her jeans were very low-cut, and she wasn’t wearing a belt. Her stomach was taut, and she had a well-defined v-line that disappeared suggestively into the top of her jeans. The waist of her jeans was that low I could see that she was wearing pink panties underneath. I found the sight of them exciting. Again, after I’d taken a few more shots, I looked at the pictures on the camera. I was pleasantly surprised with the outcome. This gave me a bit more confidence; I don’t think I’d realised how apprehensive I was. I guess my nervousness was being picked up by Keila. I tried to relax myself.

“That wasn’t too bad was it?” I asked, supportively.

“I guess not.” she smiled.

“If it’s of any comfort, from what I’ve seen so far, your body looks great on the photos. You're very photogenic - a natural.” I said, realising too late how patronising and cheesy I sounded.

Fortunately, she didn’t take it that way. Indeed, she seemed to gain confidence from it.

“Thank you.” she said, “I do feel slightly less nervous now.”

“That’s good.” I said, “Ready to carry on?” I asked.

“I guess so.” she said, “What do you want me to do next?”

“I hope you don’t mind me saying, but I can see you’ve got pink panties on under your jeans.” I said furtively, “Do you think you could show a bit more of them?” I asked tentatively.

To my surprise Keila didn’t object. She just eased her jeans down slightly so that the top of her pink panties was more visible.

“Like that?” she asked.

“A bit more?” I questioned, quite expecting her to decline.

"Shall I undo my jeans?" Keila asked, "It'll be easier to see them like that."

“If it’d make it easier. But only if you’re comfortable doing it.” I replied.

Surprisingly, Keila cautiously unbuttoned her jeans and opened them up at the front to expose her pink panties: they had a pink ribbon bow at the front. I quickly took some photos in case she suddenly went shy on me.

“Is that okay?” she asked sheepishly.

“That’s great!” I said, “Your panties are very cute." I added.

"Thank you." she said coyly,“I’m glad you like them.”

"Can you turn round now please Keila?” I instructed, "I'll get some shots from behind."

She did as I asked without question.

“I don’t suppose you can you lower your jeans and panties so we’ve got a glimpse of your bottom?” I suggested hesitantly, “Don’t do it if you’re not happy to.”

Again, she did as I asked. She slowly pulled her jeans and panties halfway down her bottom so that her bum crack was visible. I thought I’d chance my luck.

"A little bit further?” I urged, "If you don't mind?"

Hesitantly she pulled them down so that virtually all of her pert bottom was in view. I couldn’t believe it. I doubt she knew just how much she was revealing. She really did have a peachy bottom; it was delightful. I quickly took some more shots.

“You’ve done really well.” I said, “Pull your jeans and panties up, but don’t do your jeans up just yet. When you’ve done that, you can turn to face me again.”

Keila ensured her jeans were pulled up before she turned round.

"What next?" she asked.

"You've got a bra on?" I asked, even though I could see that she had.

"I have." Keila confirmed, "A pink one. It matches my panties."

“How do you feel about taking your top off so I can see it?” I asked. “Only if you’re comfortable, mind.”

"I'm not sure." she said hesitantly, “What right off?” she questioned, nervously.

“Only if you’re happy to.” I said, "It'll not be much different to wearing a bikini top." I reasoned.

"I guess not." she said, “Okay. I'll do it.”

She slowly lifted her black crop top over her head, removed it completely, and put it on the chair beside her. I must admit, she was a stunning colour. As I'd surmised, she was wearing a padded bra, even so, I could tell her breasts were well-formed. I took several pictures of her in her pink bra and jeans before encouraging her to lower her jeans and show me her panties again. She dropped her jeans enough so that in the pictures it looked as if she was just wearing her underwear. I thought that ought to meet the calendar producer’s needs. I wondered if she might repeat the bare bottom shot, only this time without her top on.

“You've done really well." I encouraged, "Can you turn around and lower your jeans and panties again, but this time undo your bra so that from behind It looks like you’re naked?" I explained.

She turned her back to me, undid her bra and lowered her jeans and panties below her bottom. I took several photos like that. When I looked at them on the viewer, just as I’d imagined, it looked like she was completely naked. I surmised she’d probably taken it as far as she would, so I thought I’d give her the opportunity to change.

“Well done. That's great!” I said, not believing she’d revealed so much. “Do you want to change now?”

“Okay.” Keila said, "That wasn't so bad."

She hitched her panties and jeans up and re-fastened her bra. Whilst she was in the bathroom getting changed, I went through the photos, deleting the ones I wasn’t happy with. I must admit I was delighted with the results; her skin tone looked magnificent in the photos. I was still looking through the images when Keila came back in. I looked up and gasped. She was wearing a tiny black mini skirt teamed with a black silk shirt. The shirt was only loosely buttoned and I could see she’d removed her bra.

“Will this be okay?” she asked, in the timid voice I was used to.

 

“Wow! More than okay.” I said, taking in how great she looked, “Are you sure? That skirt is a bit short isn’t it? Do you go out like that?”

 

“No. This is the sexiest outfit I’ve got but I’ve not been brave enough to wear it out yet.” she stated, “I’m not as confident as Jess when it comes to fashion. I don’t have long legs like her.”

 

“Don’t be so negative.” I said reassuringly, “Your legs look great.”

 

“Thank you.” Keila responded, “This skirt is so short I’d be worried about flashing my knickers.” she continued, then added, “Mind you, you saw Jess’s knickers in the pub the other night didn’t you?”

 

“I did.” I admitted, flushing red, "Did she know?"

 

“She said that she thought you did.” Keila smiled, “Don’t worry, she didn’t seem to mind. She laughed about it on the way home.”

 

“It was only a glimpse.” I confirmed, “I’ve seen much more of yours tonight. You don’t mind do you?”

 

“I didn’t think I’d be bold enough to show them to you. But it wasn’t as bad as I expected.” Keila smiled, ”I’ve put different ones on now; they’re sexier than the pink ones. Given how short this skirt is, I expect you’ll see them too.” she chuckled.

 

“Okay. How about you sit on the chair and do a few poses?” I suggested.

 

Keila sat down and crossed her legs. I squatted in front of her and took several pictures; she looked divine. At my prompting she uncrossed her legs and recrossed them in the other direction, just as Sharon Stone in Basic Instinct. And just as in that scene, I saw right up her skirt. She was wearing white panties.

 

“You saw them then didn’t you?” she grinned, “That didn’t take long!”

 

“I did.” I affirmed, “Are you prepared to show me some more?”

 

“I guess so.” Keila said, she didn’t sound overly confident, so what she proposed next took me by surprise, “Shall I take my skirt off?”

 

“If you’re happy to?” I quizzed.

 

She didn’t answer, instead she simply unzipped her little skirt and let it fall to the floor. She stepped out of it and stood in front of me in just her black silk blouse and tiny white panties. As Keila had indicated, they were sexier than the pink ones. I took several pictures with her like that. I thought I’d risk asking for a bit more.

 

“Kiela, you’ve done great so far.” I encouraged, “I can see you’ve got no bra on; how do you feel about unbuttoning your blouse and revealing a bit of cleavage?”

 

“I’m not so well endowed as Rebecca.” Keila said, “You probably noticed I was wearing a padded bra earlier. I wouldn’t be comfortable to reveal my boobs.” she admitted.

 

“They look great to me.” I said, “But I can understand you not wanting me to see them.”

 

“What if I undo the buttons but pull my blouse together so I can keep my breasts covered?” she suggested.

 

“If you’re happy to do that then by all means do it.” I confirmed.

 

Keila unbuttoned her blouse and held the two sides together. She did some more poses, both sitting and standing, always making sure her black shirt was pulled together at the front so that it covered her breasts. Although it was too short to cover her tiny panties.

 

“I know you said you wanted to keep your beasts covered, but can you open your shirt up slightly so that we can see a little bit more of them?” I asked hesitantly.

 

She opened the shirt up a tad to show slightly more of her breasts but still made sure her areolas and nipples were covered. It was obvious she wasn’t prepared to show any more of her top, so I thought I’d get her to show off her bottom again; she seemed happier doing that.

 

“Keila, can you turn around so that we can see your bottom again?” I asked, “If you don’t mind me saying, you’ve got a great bottom; I’m sure the calendar photographer will love it as much as I do.”

 

Keila smiled at my comment then turned her back to me. Her panties were tiny, hardly covering her bum cheeks.

 

“Shall I pull my panties down again?” she asked over her shoulder.

 

“If you don’t mind.” I said.

 

I fully expected her to just lower them enough to expose her bottom as she had done previously. To my astonishment she let them fall to her ankles and stepped out of them. She was now naked from the waist down! I knew then that I could easily step forward and see her from the front, getting a full view of her naked pussy. I did the professional thing and took some shots from behind. My heart was racing. I just hadn’t expected this at all.

 

“Keila, I don’t suppose I can take some from the front with you like that?” I ventured, in hope more than expectation.

 

“What? With no panties on?” she asked hesitantly, “I don’t want anyone to see my pussy. Not even you.” she added unequivocally.

 

“You can use your hands to cover up.” I instructed.

 

She slowly turned around. Her shirt, although hanging loose, still covered her breasts, and she’d put her hands strategically in front of her pubic region.

 

“Like this?” she said coyly, “Are you sure you can’t see it?” she added apprehensively, "My pussy, I mean."

 

“That’s great!” I enthused, “Honestly I can’t see it.” I continued trying to hide the disappointment in my voice. “Can you push your hair back?” I asked, thinking the action might expose a bit more.

"That means I've got to take my hand away from in front of my pussy." she whined.

"You've got two hands." I reminded her.

 

She shot me an indignant look then pushed her hair back with her left hand, leaving her right hand in front of her pussy, which remained hidden from view. Disappointingly, the shirt stayed in place, covering her breasts throughout. Well, at least I’d tried!

 

“Okay. That’s brilliant!” I said, trying not to sound too disappointed, “Have you got any more clothes you want to try?” I asked.

 

I thought she’d gone as far as she was likely to, and a lot further than I was expecting her to. She turned her back to me and expertly slipped back into her panties without showing me a glimpse of anything.

 

“Okay.” she said, and went back into the bathroom.

 

I could barely wait to see what she would be wearing next. I wasn’t to be disappointed. When she emerged, she’d put a bra back on and was still wearing her tiny white panties, but she’d put some thigh-length pink and blue hooped socks on; so she was just wearing sexy underwear and long socks.

 

"Do you like my socks?" she asked, "I think they're sexy." she continued.

 

"So are your undies." I admitted, “Very racy.”

"They’re a bit skimpy aren’t they?” she grinned, “I honestly didn’t think I’d be brave enough to strip down to just my underwear."

 

“I’m glad you did.” I purred, “You look great!”

 

“Thank you.” she smiled, “I must admit I enjoy wearing saucy undies. That night when we were at the pub I was wearing a tiny blue G-string under my jogging bottoms. It was so small it barely covered my pussy.” she chuckled.

 

“Now you tell me!” I tittered, “I’d have pulled your bottoms down to take a look if I’d known!”

 

“Naughty!” she said, “You were too engrossed looking up Jess’s dress to notice me.”

 

She was right. I must admit I’d never really taken that much notice of Keila before. But now I was seeing her in a whole different light. Gone was the shy, timid, plain girl that wouldn’t say ‘boo to a goose’. She’d been replaced by a sexy, saucy, desirable young lady that seemed only too willing to tease and please. I’d certainly be taking more notice of her in the future. When I saw her out again I’d be wondering if she was wearing sexy underwear.

 

We went through the same routine of poses again with her just in her undies. She appeared to be growing in confidence. And to be fair, so did I.

 

“Is it bad that I’m actually enjoying posing for you in my undies?” she smiled, “It’s quite thrilling. I never expected it to be this exciting.”

 

“That’s great! How about taking your bra off again and using your hands to cover up?” I suggested. I was finding the whole experience exciting too.

 

“Okay.” she said, “I’m more comfortable doing that now.”

 

She turned her back to me and unfastened her bra, letting it fall to the floor. She turned back to face me with her hands in front of her breasts. I took several shots like that, and not once did I get a peek of her nipples; she made sure they were always covered.

 

“Can you take your socks off now?” I asked, "So that you're just in your panties."

 

I was thinking she would uncover her breasts whilst she pulled her socks down. Once again, I was disappointed. She turned her back to me whilst she did it. She still seemed more confident when she had her back to me, so I risked asking for a bit more.

 

“Can you lower your panties again?” I asked.

 

“Sure.” she said, pulled them down to her ankles and stepped out of them, "I'm getting used to this now!" she laughed.

 

She was now standing in front of me completely naked. I took some pictures of her from the back. Dare I ask her to turn round?

 

“How about facing me like that?” I ventured.

 

“What naked?” she said hesitantly, “I’m not sure.”

 

“You can use your hands to cover up. Like you did just now.” I encouraged, “I assure you, I didn’t see anything I shouldn’t of.” I reassured her.

 

“But I’ve got more to cover up this time!” she reasoned, “My tits and my pussy are out!”

“Use one arm to cover your breasts; the other to cover your pussy.” I suggested.

 

“Oh. Okay.” she said, “If you’re sure you won’t be able to see anything.”

 

Again, she slowly turned around. Her left arm across her chest, her right hand in front of her pubic area. I took lots of snaps in lots of poses, but not once did I see a bare nipple or a glimpse of pussy. I’d seen so much and yet frustratingly at the same time, so much had remained hidden.

 

"Although you’re completely naked, you're keeping everything covered up." I said, reassuringly.

 

“I can’t believe I’m totally naked in front of you!” she gasped, “Are you sure you can't see anything?" she questioned prudently.

 

"Honest. I can't." I assured her, hoping my disappointment wasn't that obvious.

 

“I didn’t dream I’d go this far!” she said, “I’m sorry I’m too shy to show you anymore.” she said, apologetically.

 

“Absolutely no need to apologise. You’ve shown me much more than I was expecting. You’ve been great. I know we’ve got some good pictures too; the calendar guys will be delighted I’m sure.” I reassured her, “Any more changes?” I asked.

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“Just one more.” she said, “I’ve saved the sexiest to last.” she teased.

 

She didn’t bother to dress. She gathered up her clothes, clutching them in front of her and left the room. She managed to do it without exposing anything more except a tantilising view of her bare bum cheeks as she left. I waited expectantly for her return. If her next change of clothes was her sexiest yet I thought I must be in for a treat.

 

I gasped when she came back in, and almost dropped my camera. She was wearing a sheer black baby-doll nighty with a matching pair of tiny briefs underneath. The top barely covered the panties and was tied with a knot at the front so that it pulled tight over her chest. She hadn’t put her bra back on, and I could see her dark brown nipples pressing against the sheer material. Although the panties were see-through too, there was a small opaque panel that obscured where her slit was.

 

“Wow!” I managed to utter, “That is sexy!”

 

“Do you like it?” she asked, “Although I put it in my bag I didn’t think I’d be brave enough to wear it. I’ve never worn it in front of anyone before.”

 

“It doesn’t hide much, does it?” I said, sensing the tremor in my voice.

 

“You can’t see my pussy though can you?” she asked nervously.

 

I used the opportunity to have a close look; unfortunately it remained hidden.

 

“No, that’s still hidden.” I confirmed, unable to hide my disappointment, “But I can see more of your boobs than I’ve seen before. Are you happy with that?”

 

“Take some pictures and if I’m not comfortable with them you can delete them.” Keila said.

 

“Okay, as long as you’re comfortable.” I said, “Shall we go up to my bedroom?”

 

“Bedroom?” Keila questioned, sounding concerned, “I’m not going to sleep with you!” she stated emphatically.

 

“No! No! That’s not what I meant. I don’t want to sleep with you.” I quickly clarified, “It’s just with you dressed in your nightwear I thought a bedroom setting would be more appropriate. I just thought I could take some photos of you on the bed.”

 

“Oh, sorry!” Keila backtracked, “I misunderstood. I thought you wanted to go to bed with me. Okay, I’ll do that.”

 

I led Keila up the stairs to my bedroom, thankful that I’d made my bed and it had freshly laundered bedding. Keila climbed onto my bed and I took a few pictures of her sitting on it and laying on it. She looked absolutely stunning in her little baby-doll outfit. It really didn’t hide much at all. She looked so alluring; I could quite imagine getting on the bed with her, pulling down her little panties and climbing on top of her. I know I’d said I didn’t want to sleep with her, but seeing her like this, I so desperately did! I just hope she didn’t notice the inevitable swelling in my trousers. Although I’d got several really quite raunchy pictures on my bed I wondered how far she was prepared to go. She seemed to be gaining confidence all the time.

 

“Can you undo your top, so it just hangs loose?” I asked.

 

Keila, sitting cross-legged with her knees wide-apart, obliged without question, undoing the knot at the front of her skimpy nightie and letting each side hang loose.

  

“Can you pull the two sides apart slightly so we can see a hint more of your breasts.” I said, “They look really nice.” I added, thinking she may be a bit self-conscious of them.

 

"Like this?” she questioned.

 

She eased her top apart so that I could just see the edge of her dark areolas.

 

“A bit more?” I urged, hopefully, “I can virtually see them through the material anyway.” I added.

 

She edged her top slightly further apart and at last her nipples popped into view. They were gorgeous.

 

"Oops!" she said, embarrassed, "I didn't intend to show you those."

 

"They are very nice." I said, “Shall I take some pictures like that?”

 

“If you want.” she replied, sheepishly, "You've seen them now."

 

I took some pictures with her top open and her nipples exposed. Then as she gained confidence, with no prompting from me necessary, she took her top right off. I had let out an involuntary gasp as she had removed her top; she was stunning. I don’t know why she wore a padded bra. Although her breasts were not overly large, they weren’t exactly small either. They were well-formed, youthfully firm and nicely shaped. Even though she was dark skinned, her areolas and nipples were darker still, the shade of roasted coffee beans. Her nipples stuck out prominently; I wasn’t sure whether this was due to her being aroused or if they were naturally erect all the time. I took several pictures with her top fully exposed.

 

“You look stunning Keila.” I enthused. “I hope you don’t mind me saying, but your breasts are gorgeous, absolutely wonderful.” I remarked, awestruck.

“Thank you. That means a lot.” she murmured shyly, “I can’t believe I got them out for you. I never intended to."

She was now dressed in just her tiny sheer black panties. However, all the time she kept at least one of her hands in front of her most private parts just in case I could see through the sheer material, like a comfort blanket.

 

“How do you feel about removing your panties and posing naked on the bed?” I asked, more in hope than anticipation, “You can use your hands to cover up anything you don’t want me to see, like you did earlier.”

 

“I’m worried you’ll see it. I’ve never shown my pussy to anyone.” she admitted, “To be honest, I’ve been saving it for when I have a proper boyfriend. I want him to be the first person to see it. Does that make sense?”

 

“It makes perfect sense. I think it’s very virtuous of you.” I said, “It’s a shame more girls are not as principled.”

 

“Just now when you asked me to come up to bed I was really worried that you wanted to sleep with me. It was nothing to do with you; not even to do with the age difference. You see, I’ve never slept with anyone. I’m still a virgin.” she said openly, “That’s why I over-reacted. I’m sorry. I promised myself not to show my pussy to anyone until I was ready to lose my virginity.” she added candidly.

 

“That all makes perfect sense now.” I conceded, “Whenever you do find a ‘proper boyfriend’ he’s going to be one extremely lucky chap. Not only are you very attractive, but you’re very conscientious and devoted too. Thank you for being so honest and open with me.”

 

“Thank you. That’s sweet.” Keila smiled, “Now you know why I’ve been so reluctant to show you my pussy. If I’d had a boyfriend that had already seen it, I would quite happily have shown it to you.”

 

“Shame you’ve not had a boyfriend then.” I chuckled.

 

“Naughty!” she grinned, “I don’t mind taking my panties off if I can keep my hands in front. Is that okay?”

 

“That would be great.” I confirmed, “That’s all I was expecting.”

 

Keila wriggled her little panties down and off. She posed naked on the bed in various positions, laying down and sitting. She now seemed completely at ease with me seeing her bare bottom and breasts, but she kept her pussy covered throughout. I must admit it was extremely exciting seeing a young, attractive, nubile girl cavorting naked on my bed. Needless to say I was very aroused. I had to control the desperate urge to strip off myself, join her on the bed and make love to her. As my sexual craving got stronger and harder to suppress I thought I ought to bring the session to a close.

 

“That should do.” I announced, trying to mask the fact that I was breathing heavily, “Well done, you’ve been brilliant. That wasn’t too bad, was it?” I enquired.

 

“I suppose not.” she replied softly, "Although I never expected to end up on your bed completely naked.” she giggled.

“I didn’t expect you to either.” I smiled, “And rest assured I never once saw your pussy.”

 

“Thank you. I did my best to keep it covered.” she grinned, "I'm really sorry I can't let you see it."

 

“Never mind. I think we’ve got some great shots.” I said, “Do you want to see the results?” I asked, holding out the camera."

 

“Yes please!” she said excitedly, "I can't wait!"

 

Without thinking she scrambled off the bed, walked over to me and took the camera from me. As she did so, for the first time all evening, she forgot to cover her vaginal area. I instinctively looked down. She was even darker ‘down there’, indicating she could be quite hairy, but she was shaved and her lovely little slit was clearly visible. It was small and maidenly tight.

 

“Cute!” I said, without due consideration.

 

She looked down and realised what I was looking at.

 

“Oh my God!” she exclaimed, “I can’t believe I did that!” she continued, embarrassed, her face reddening, "How stupid am I?"

 

“I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have looked.” I grovelled.

 

“It’s not your fault.” she said, sounding frustrated, “I’ve been so careful all evening not to show it to you and then I just let it all hang out!”

 

Although she was obviously acutely embarrassed by what I could see, she made no attempt to cover up. For my part I made no effort to stop looking at it. It was delectable. It was well within my reach and I really wanted to stroke it.

 

“To be fair, it’s the first time I’ve seen it all evening.” I said, hoping to reassure her.

 

“And definitely no photos of it?” she asked sounding really concerned, and referring to her pussy as if it were some form of separate entity.

 

“I don’t think so.” I said. “Just go through them and check.”

 

She stood in front of me, completely naked, and with everything in full view, scrolling through the photos. Although I tried to avert my eyes from her nether region, I couldn't help but keep looking back at it; like a moth drawn to a flame. It was adorable.

 

“I can’t see any.” she said, somewhat reassured.

 

“I’m sure I would have remembered if I’d seen it before.” I said, “It’s delightful.”

 

“Thank you. I’m glad you like it.” she said, “You’re the first man to ever see it.” she reminded me.

 

“I know I’m privileged.” I said, “Your first ‘proper boyfriend’ is in for a real treat. I hope he appreciates just how lucky he is.”

“Aww, that’s sweet. Thank you.” Keila smiled, “Now that it’s out, help yourself and have a good look at it.”

 

“Are you sure?” I questioned, “You’ve been very protective of it up till now.”

 

“Honestly, I don’t mind.” Keila confirmed, “To tell you the truth, I’m finding it quite exciting standing in front of you totally naked, knowing that you’re looking at my tits and my pussy. My bad?” she giggled.

 

Keila, standing directly in front of me, parted her legs slightly to ensure I got a great view of her pussy. It was close enough to touch. I could so easily have reached down and rubbed it. Or fondled her bare breasts. Or put my arms around her and pulled her in close, grasping her buttocks as I did so and feeling her nipples press against me. Or I could push her back onto the bed and climb on top of her. The possibilities were endless. I was desperately trying to suppress my inner urges and the erection I could feel growing inside my boxers. I’d been quite professional so far; I didn’t want to spoil it now. I just hoped Keila couldn’t see the bulge in my trousers.

 

"Thank you, Keila. That's great!" I said, breathing heavily, “You better put your clothes back on.” I added, desperation in my voice.

 

“I guess so.” Keila said, “I think I’ve shown you enough for one night. I must admit I've really enjoyed it.”

"Me too!" I agreed.

 

She handed me the camera back, turned her back to me, bent over the bed and picked her clothes up. The view caused even more blood to surge to my groin. I coughed to hide the groan I had involuntarily emitted. She turned back to face me now totally unconcerned that everything was on view.

“I may as well get dressed downstairs.” she said, “Save changing twice.”

 

I followed her down the stairs watching her gorgeous bare bottom wobble as she took each step. At the bottom step she lost grip of her little panties and dropped them on to floor.

 

“Whoops! I’ve dropped my panties!” she exclaimed, then giggled, “That sounded so wrong!”

 

I was so engrossed watching her perky cheeks, that as she bent over to retrieve her panties, I inadvertently ran into the back of her. I instinctively placed my hands each side of her waist and nudged her adorable bum with my erect member.

 

“That’s very naughty!” she scolded me, albeit with a playful intonation, “Mmm, it feels so nice though.” she added with a whimper, rubbing her bottom against me.

 

“Your boyfriend is going to be one lucky chap!” I gasped, resisting the desperate urge to get my member out and enter her right there on the stairs. Instead I spanked her lustily on her bare bottom.

 

“Ouch!” she cried, “I wasn’t expecting that!” she whimpered.

 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you.” I fussed.

 

“It took me my surprise that’s all. “Keila giggled, “I actually enjoyed it! I really ought to get dressed now before we both go too far.”

 

Keila stood up straight again and made her way to the bathroom. I watched her all the way. Whilst Keila was getting dressed I looked through the photos again and saved the best ones onto a memory stick, discarding the remainder. I’d got nearly a hundred in all!

When Keila emerged from the bathroom she was dressed exactly the same as when she had arrived, in her ripped jeans and crop top. I could see that she’d put her pink panties back on. I handed her the memory stick.

 

“I’ve put all the photos on there. There’s about one hundred.” I said, “And I’ve put the email address of where you need to send them on there too. Pick out a few head shots and a few body shots – ones that you’re comfortable to share. It’s up to you what you do with the rest.”

 

She took the stick from me and thanked me.

 

“Please don’t tell the others I’ve done this will you?” she pleaded, “In fact, don’t tell anyone."

 

“Of course not.” I reassured her, "It's our secret."

 

“And please don’t tell anyone that you’ve seen my pussy.” she implored, “I didn’t mean for you to see it. As I said, that's my first time naked in front of a stranger.”

 

As she spoke her face reddened again.

 

“Don't worry. I won’t tell.” I said, “By-the-way, you're gorgeous, and you make a great model. You should consider doing it professionally” I added.

 

“Thank you.” she said, "And you're not a bad photographer either. Although you should consider wearing some looser trousers next time." she laughed, “I could see that you were aroused!”

 

It was my turn to blush.

 

“This has been fun. I’m sorry I couldn’t sleep with you.” she said, “Maybe next time?” she added cryptically.

 

She gave me a little peck on the cheek, and with that she left.

THE END

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