It’s Saturday, and I decided to go shopping with a girlfriend. On Mainstreet, a man approached me, explained he’s a photographer, and told me that I caught his eye and that he would like to invite me for a photoshoot later that afternoon. He thought I would be a perfect model. After talking a bit about what it would entail and learning it would be a lingerie shoot, I accepted the offer. Later that afternoon, I went to the address.

I was greeted by the photographer, and he explained what would happen. I had to change into a nice set of black seamed stockings, a suspender belt, a nic...

It’s Saturday, and I decided to go shopping with a girlfriend. On Mainstreet, a man approached me, explained he’s a photographer, and told me that I caught his eye and that he would like to invite me for a photoshoot later that afternoon. He thought I would be a perfect model. After talking a bit about what it would entail and learning it would be a lingerie shoot, I accepted the offer. Later that afternoon, I went to the address.

I was greeted by the photographer, and he explained what would happen. I had to change into a nice set of black seamed stockings, a suspender belt, a nice black push-up bra, and matching panties. There was also a nice dress to put on. Of course, a pair of sexy high stilettos was obligatory. In the shoot, I would be asked to pose sexily, take off the dress after a few minutes, and show the lingerie from different poses. He then left the room so I could dress up in private. I inspected the lingerie and was quite taken by its beauty. I loved to wear nice lingerie and the dress. I started to change.

Then the photographer returned and started the shoot. I was asked to pose and really show off the dress as a warm-up. Then he asked me to take off the dress and show off the lingerie and stilettos. He checked if I was still feeling good.

He suddenly proposed that I turn around and bend over to show how the panties hide my pussy. I was startled by the language and hesitated. The photographer insisted that I do it. Slowly, I turned around and bent over. “Touch your pussy,” he then asked. “Why is that?” I asked. He replied that the lingerie is supposed to appeal to men and women who want to buy this to stimulate their sex lives. So the pictures should radiate erotic potential. I was confused and expressed my reluctance. But the man was quite adamant, and I was not sure how to resist. So I started touching my pussy while bending over until he ordered me to turn around and place my hands on my breasts. Slowly, I obliged. Once I had placed my hands on my breasts, I started to caress them while photographs were being taken. When asked whether I liked to do that, I sternly denied it but realized that wasn’t true. I did like it. So there was no hesitation when he asked me to remove my bra and show off my tits, radiating sexual pleasure (to stimulate men to buy this for their girlfriends). I willingly obliged. Until he told me to take a seat, spread my legs, and start rubbing my pussy. “Isn’t that going a bit too far?” I tried. “No, men and women as well like to watch this. And it will sell more. So please caress your pussy like you’re trying to get an orgasm.” I put my hand on my pussy and started caressing it, unsure if it satisfied the ‘professional’ needs of the shoot. I asked for directions, and I got them. Finally, the photographer called out that he needed one last shot. I looked at him, and my eyes grew wide when I heard he wanted me to pull aside my panties and grant a view of my bare bush. I gasped, not knowing whether to oblige or not. I hesitated, then I did it.