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July 7, 2008

Like a Virgin

I bet you think I do this all the time. Actually, no. I guess the thought of posing nude first came to me about a year ago. I was sitting in this wine bar waiting for one of my girlfriends to show up. Eventually she texted to say she was held up in traffic. So what’s new! Anyways, there I am, sitting on my own, sipping a dry Martini and trying not to look at this guy who has been eyeing me up for the last 15 minutes. He’s at the bar on one of those high stools pretending to read a magazine. Every so often he glances round and stares right across at me and then back again at his magazine. All in one casual flick of the head. Thing is, he’s pretty cute with his long dark hair pushed behind his ears and his sexy sideburns. Finally, the moment arrives when he gets down off the stool, picks up his beer and magazine and wanders over to me.

“Mind if I sit down?” he says, sitting next to me.

“Ooh I say!" I laugh, sounding terribly British for a moment. You see my mother is American and father British, so I guess I'm a curious mixture of the two most of the time. The cheek of the guy! I had to laugh. So then he starts telling me he’s a photographer and that he’d really like to photograph me. “I bet you say that to all the girls?”

“Only the classy ones,” he replies.

He’s leaning back in his chair and taking a really good look at me. Up and down. Up and down. You see, I’m wearing a low-cut leopard print top with matching ankle boots and a short black skirt, so he’s really getting an eyeful. When I tell him that I’m not a skinny model he just shrugs and smiles. He tells me that there are plenty of guys out there on the internet who love to look at pics of larger ladies with lots of curves. Anyways, he goes on like this for a few more minutes, telling me all this stuff and how great I look. And I’m just sitting there blushing like a silly schoolgirl. Then, just before he gets up to go, he whips out his wallet.

“So, if you’re interested, give me a ring,” he says, handing me his business card.

Smooth operator, or what! But I take the card off him and drop it in my handbag. Just to be polite. Never gave it much of a thought after that, until it dropped out on my kitchen floor a couple of months ago, when I was turning my handbag upside down for some lipstick. Of course, when I say I didn’t give it much of a thought I was talking about the business card, not the thought of doing some modeling. I don‘t mind telling you that hardly a day passed without me thinking about posing nude. That photographer guy had certainly stirred up some kind of desire that was lying there deep within me. So when his card dropped out I just knew what I had to do.

“I knew you would ring me,” he said.

My voice was shaky and nervous but he sounded so casual. He even remembered my name!

“How did you know that I would ring you?”

“I always know the girls who really want to pose nude. And I just knew you really wanted to do that. My instincts never let me down.”

I couldn’t believe what he had just said. But of course he was right. I couldn’t wait to get my clothes off in front of his camera. We arranged a time for me to visit his studio and when I put the telephone down I was still shaking. My heart was beating fast. I was so excited and so nervous that I had to pour myself a dry Martini to pull myself together. When the day came, about a week later, I had got beyond the nervous stage and just wanted to do my best. And he did his best to make me feel relaxed as I stripped down to my lingerie in his small upstairs studio.

“Just think of all those guys checking out all your lovely curves,” he told me.

Wow, that really turned me on! I couldn’t stop thinking of all you guys looking at me, wanting me! When I finally slipped out of my lingerie and got totally naked it seemed the natural thing to do. I’ll never forget the moment when I opened my legs wide and pushed that smooth pink toy into my pussy. The feeling was wonderful. I was dripping wet and so warm down there. I wanted that feeling to go on and on like a cock thrusting inside me. In fact I was enjoying myself so much that I almost forgot about the camera!

Of course, all good things must come to an end and finally we had to stop shooting.

“How was I?” I asked him as I got dressed.

“You were fine,” he said casually. “Like a virgin.”

“Like a virgin!”

“Yeah, like a virgin,” he laughed. “It was such a turn-on watching you show off your sexy body for the very first time.”

So there you have it, guys. My first photo-set. I had such fun making it for you. I do hope you enjoy the pics.

My Best Wishes to Each and Every One of You,

Verity Moore

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