What she hadn't expected, despite getting aroused by now, was that some of the photographers would get undressed and pose alongside her with their erections on her breasts, close to her pussy and to her face, while others snapped away eagerly. She gave in, slid them down, opened her thighs and laid back splayed. The applause made her feel sexy and confident so she took the bra off and displayed her lovely tits for the eager snappers.īut, of course, the horny bastards wanted more and needed to see her pants off. That was when one of the group reached out and pulled her bra down, revealing her breasts and, she admits, her aroused nipples. She agreed to slip her bra strap over her shoulder after some urging, then the other one. So she got down to bra and pants with sultry looks and laying back on the posing couch, then up on all fours with cleavage on show, unaware that rear views and snaps were almost revealing. She was asked if she'd help out at an amateurs photography club and for a little more money and she agreed, but hadn't told or asked me.Īnyway, they expected more than coy/over the shoulder poses and she wasn't too sure about it until they doubled the fee if she'd do 'glamour'. My wife earned pocket money at amateur art classes as a model, mostly coy and draped in gauze-like costumes. Later, I covered her, woke her up, and we went home. A lot of men took some good long looks, and even some women too, but they never seemed negative about it, usually just laughed and moved on. Then lay my head back pretending to have dozed off (with eyes slit to watch reactions). Time went on and everyone was getting tipsy, loud and loose, I moved it up to her hip, both her legs were now uncovered, and at some angle panties probably would have been seen. I pretended to be distracted, but noticed the frequent glances at her legs from passing guys. People were walking around past us, talking, etc. (As 2Rustie4You said in his posting, it probably wasn't the right thing to do, but.) Hey, I was bored just sitting there drinking a beer and I got the idea to entertain myself by sliding her skirt up her bare legs (hated pantyhose) and heels, maybe 6 inches above the knees, nothing drastic. She lay down on her side on the couch next to me, put her head on my leg and went to sleep. We'd dressed up for whatever it was, and I was expected to stay to the end. When my wife (then before and in our thirties) and I went to some, I forget the occasion, hotel ballroom, lengthy awards event, she got tired and sleepy.
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