Wanted Nude Model Shaved Pussy

Fbailey story number 355


Wanted Nude Model Shaved Pussy


When I was eighteen and a senior in high school I knew exactly what I wanted to be…a photographer, or more specifically a Nude Photographer where I could sell my work to magazines such as Playboy, Penthouse, and the like.

I had been accepted to a four-year college for photography, my father had bought me a really good digital camera for Christmas, and I had been taking hundreds of pictures to get better with that camera. They were mostly outdoor pictures of the snow and stuff but I took lots of pictures on my mother, my sister, and the family dog. However, what I really wanted was a nude model to photograph.

It was my mother’s idea to advertise for one. What I came up with was simply, “Wanted nude model shaved pussy.” I included my cell phone number.

The newspaper gave me a hard time and refused to print my ad. A free local paper that tells you where the various bands are playing agreed to print it but insisted of that I had to take out a block ad and pay a hundred dollars for it to run for two weeks.

Of course when that paper hit the market a few days later my sixteen-year-old sister Claudia told everyone in school that the ad was mine. The guys all teased me and said that I would have to pay a girl to get her out of her pants. Very funny! Some of the girls teased me too but in a different sort of way. They said that if they were more comfortable with their bodies that they would give me a call. Most of them had fabulous bodies in the first place and I’d love to see them nude.

I got a call that day after school but then Mom had me ask the girl’s age. She was fifteen years old. Mom reminded me about model releases, age requirements, and documentation of her true age. However I couldn’t pass up the chance to take pictures of a girl, any girl, even a dressed girl. So I told her that nudity was out but that I could still use her if she was interested. When I told her that her parents would have to sign the model release she hung up on me.

I expressed my disappointment and that was when Claudia suggested a sleepover for that weekend with some of her girlfriends, no nudity, and no model releases. Mom said that if I just wanted to take pictures that that was a good idea. Mom was all for it and it would give me some practice so what to hell.

That Friday six girls came home with Claudia to spend the weekend. It was a two-night sleepover with Mom providing everything that the girls would want including, snack food, rented movies, and some of the latest music too.

Mom suggested that the girls pose in the living room for me with the rest of them watching. Then she told me that girls were very competitive when it came to attention from an older good-looking boy. She suggested that I go to my bedroom, clean up, splash on a little after shave lotion, and put on a tight T-shirt.

When I came back down the seven girls were excited, including my own sister of course. Mom suggested that Claudia should go first. That was strange but I was okay with it. Shortly I understood why Mom suggested that Claudia go first. It was that competitive thing.

Claudia had changed her top while I was in my bedroom and she had removed her bra too. As I took pictures of her she unbuttoned her blouse until it was fully unbuttoned and just barely covering her ample breasts. She tied the tails in a knot under her breasts and then sat down on the floor up against the wall with her knees up. Her feet were spread wide and her knees were together giving me a great view of her bright yellow panties under her dark blue jean miniskirt. I noticed a wet spot that had formed in the crotch of my sister’s panties as I took pictures. Mom noticed too and just smiled as she looked over my shoulder and saw that I was zooming into my sister’s crotch. Mom whispered in my ear to check out my sister’s hard nipples too. I had noticed but I decided to zoom into them too. Then it dawned on me that Mom and Claudia had set that all up for me. So I smiled and asked Claudia to stand up and untie her blouse for me.