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How
I became a model?
Experiences
of modeling
By Sarah Jackson
Continued from Photo
shoot of a model
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body touched before but
it was always by some young student who would squeeze it as if he was
squeezing an orange, say 'nice body', make a grab up my skirt and then
wonder why I did not fancy him. Perhaps some girls like that but I
don't, but this was different. Harry kissed my
shoulder, ran one of his fingers along the edge of my corset, and then very slowly almost to the point of me not realizing
what was happening, with one hand undid my clasp at the back. How do
men manage to do that?
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I felt my
corset fall down to my waist. He kissed my ears, my shoulders,
and the nape of
my neck. He whispered to me that I was gorgeous, and went back to kiss my
body. He kissed underneath the arms, the part which men
never see unless they are your lover and which to me is such a wonderful
area to be touched. I then tried to maneuver myself so that his mouth would kiss my
eyes, which I was aching for
him to do, and when he finally did, I hit the roof, because at the same
time he placed his hand on my navel and started to massage my belly. I
reclined backwards onto the couch, the robe and my bra fell to the
floor, the massaging and kissing continued, I was in heaven. I wanted him to touch
me there, but instead he just let one of his fingers slide inside the
top of my panties and gently stroke me from side to side just above the
privates.
 I was his and I told him so. I was no longer in control, I didn't want
to be. "Take me, take me", I whispered, "Take me now
please!" "Not long now, darling", he whispered into
my ear, "Be patient", and he nibbled my earlobe, then blew
gently into my ear. I wanted him to rip off my panties, surely he must
want to. He then gently lifted one of my legs.
He then started kissing this area, but oh so gently, it was
almost like a light kiss. I was squealing with
pleasure and I was just about to pull my panties to one side to reveal
the most secret areas when I felt his fingers lift
the elastic on each side of my hip and gently start to lower my
panties. I lifted myself to help him but he only pulled down my panties
to my knees. He still had lots of kissing and stroking to do and each
kiss and stroke just gave me more of a heightened thrill. I tried to wriggle out of my panties, but he was too
experienced. (Related:
Oreke Mosheshe)
He wanted to remove them in his own time. Surely he
realized that I desperately wanted to make love to him. "Are you ready for love?", he whispered and blew into my
ear. "Oh yes!", I shrilled "Oh yes please now,
now". "Very well", he said. |
We must have done it for nearly 30 minutes. To add to my excitement and pleasure he tried to
give me the impression that he was about to explode. He made
sure that I was fully
satisfied. I had to say no more please,
before he allowed himself to have his one and only shuddering explosion. We
lay on the couch for another 20 minutes or so. I was exhausted,
and he too, with just the satin robe covering us. What an experience,
what ecstasy, what a lover, what a lovely man! So gentle, so persuasive,
so considerate and so in control of himself and his
mistress.
We got up from the couch to get dressed. I gathered up my clothes,
went into the dressing room, and realized that I did not find my
panties. I dressed with what I had, went back to ask Harry if he had
found them. It was then I realized that this was his payment and
his reward. He promised me that he would return them, but as he
explained, if I wanted to retrieve my panties, I had to return again to
the studio, and allow him to take other photos of me.
He drove me
home to my student house, I kissed him, and said good night. He told me
that he would treasure my panties and the thought of me going indoors
without wearing any gave him a thrill. As I walked up the steps to the
front door I could feel a cool breeze blowing where it never had before.
I returned for my panties and, on many times afterwards, and on each
occasion, he stole either a pair of panties, or my bra, or
a suspender
belt, and on one occasion when I was wearing a long winter coat he even
stole my skirt! Each time it was returned and each time we made wonderful
passionate love together.
All you girls out there please note that
making love with
an older man
can be so much better than someone of your own age. They are
experienced, do not rush, and tend to be more gentle than younger men. I
have been with many older men. They have all been gentle and
polite. They will be wonderful lovers. Give it a try, you have
nothing to lose, except maybe your panties!
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