For a long time, I had fantasised about having my photo taken by a photographer. Firstly, I was looking to have some nice sexy pictures for my online profile, dating sites etc. Secondly, I was also sure it would be quite a fun and sexy experience.

I considered who I’d like to take my picture. I really didn’t want to go to an agency and have some young guy taking pictures of me in a semi corporate setting. I definitely wanted an older man, and to have the pictures taken somewhere private.

So I looked online to find an amateur photographer. There were so many and nothing was really capturing my attention. They all seemed to be either a little too arty and full of themselves, or clearly a con of some kind to get you into porn. Neither appealed to me.

So eventually after looking for some time, I actually bumped into an ad that caught my imagination.

I was looking through gumtree, an online classified ads site where you can buy and sell products and services. I was looking to sell some items from my flat, when I bumped into a personals section and decided to have a look.

I found an ad:

“Amateur photographer looking to gain experience. I can help with your personal pictures from professional to casual and fun. No charge, no fee, just some experience gained in both parts. Coffees will be on me.”

I thought this sounded very relaxed and an ideal way to introduce the idea.

At the end of the ad, the photographer: Graham, left his mobile number, email address and a short description.

“I’m Graham, 58 years old, enjoy being with and helping people from all walks of life. Come and have a picture and a coffee, I won’t bite!’

I thought, to hell with it. Why not?

I emailed Graham and told him I was interested in having some pictures taken. Only 15-20, a fun theme but also wanted to look attractive and sexy. I attached a picture of me, just my face.

Graham responded full of flattery, telling me how pretty I was and that he would love to take my picture. In fact, he couldn’t wait to meet me.

He also asked me to answer a number of questions, to ensure our expectations were aligned on the day and to also give him a couple of dates that I was available for the photoshoot.

His questions:

“How long did I have for the photoshoot? He preferred two hours.

I answered that that would work fine for me.

“Did I want to take any sexy pictures, lingerie or bikini pics?”

I answered, “Yes.”

“Do you intend to have any nude photos taken?”

I answered that I thought lingerie and bikini was probably as far as I would go.

Finally, he asked if I had ever had my pictures taken before.

I answered, “only fun ones with boyfriends, not a real photographer.”

He emailed back in response to my answers to his questions.

He was delighted with everything he read. He also reminded me that he was only a budding photographer, but hoped to be a full time professional one day. Which was a little strange as he was 58, but hey ho!

He also commented on my response about nudity.

“It’s normal for women to feel apprehensive about posing nude or semi-nude. It is entirely your decision, but if you change your mind on the day, just let me know. A number of women have done so once they are in the swing.”

I thanked him and we agreed on a date. I also confirmed that I would not be posing nude. I wasn’t ready for that.

All agreed, a date was set.

On the agreed date I woke and showered. I was feeling nervous and a little tense. I decided that if I went to the session in this way then the pictures probably wouldn’t turn out as I would like. So I needed to relax.

I logged on to a favourite website of mine and started to flirt with some older men. I sent some pictures of me that I had taken myself and was now feeling very relaxed and horny.

I remembered that I was about to go to my first photoshoot, it made me excited.

I got into the shower and nearly made myself cum from the excitement and my fingers. I decided to hold off and keep in a sexy mood so that my pictures would be good and I could enjoy the experience, perhaps I would find it very sexy.

I dressed in a white thong, black leggings, matching bra and a t-shirt. I wore a black cardigan to keep me warm. Not very sexy.

I packed a number of matching underwear sets and a bikini. My favourite yellow one.

I arrived at the house address. A modest two-bedroom house in a suburban area just on the outskirts of Swindon.

Graham opened the door.

“Hello, you must be Beth, I’m so glad you are here, some women get cold feet but you’re here that’s wonderful. And May I say, you look and smell amazing, what an absolute beauty you are.”

I was blushing, Graham was being very generous with his comments and my fondness for older men was risking getting the better of me.

“Thank you, you’re also very handsome, I’m really looking forward to today,” I replied.

“First off, coffee. How do you like it?” asked Graham.

We drank our coffee and then Graham started to take some natural pictures of me sitting on his sofa, then standing, looking over my shoulder etc.

“Very nice,” he said.

“Now, let’s get that cardigan off and maybe lose the leggings?” he suggested.

Without hesitation, I removed my cardigan and shoes. I stood and turned my back to Graham who was clicking away. I took the top of my leggings, as I looked over my shoulder at Graham and I gradually pulled them down, fully revealing my white thong, leaving my leggings just below my bottom.

I twisted and shook for a few moments as Graham took some pictures. I was overcome with the most rampant feelings of lust and horniness. I was now too embarrassed to completely remove my leggings, as my panties were totally soaked as I had leaked constantly from this enormous arousal that took over me.

I pulled my leggings back over my bottom and instead turned to face Graham. He looked surprised as he was expecting me to remove them fully. To deflect from this, I removed a bra strap from my shoulder and placed it halfway down my arm, first left, then right.

Graham watched me and encouraged me. My panties were getting wetter and wetter as I for some reason let my left bra cup fall down and reveal my full breast and nipple. As the air hit my nipple, I realised that I had neglected the fact that this was also a giveaway, as it was already rock hard.

Graham simply said, “And now the other side Beth.”

I did as instructed, putty in his hands as more juice leaked from my pussy, my leggings now also damp.

Graham reached across and softly squeezed my right nipple.

“Gosh they’re so hard Beth. Oh I’m sorry, do you mind if I touch you?” he asked, forgetting himself.

“No, it’s fine," I said. Shaking my head and reacting like a giggling schoolgirl, god knows why!

Graham then cupped both my breasts, one in each hand and gently squeezed them, moving closer to me and watching me for a reaction.

I looked down at his hands and watched them kneading my breasts and gently squeezing my nipples. I was enjoying it, but I was also wondering how I was going to hide my obvious arousal and still felt embarrassed about the amount of liquid I was losing from my pussy as I undressed. His hands on my breasts were so nice and now only making matters worse.

“If you’re uncomfortable Beth or want me to stop, just let me know. Nod your head if you’re OK with me touching you.” Graham said.

He was ensuring that I was OK with his hands on me and also looking for permission to go further.

I looked at Graham and smiled, then slowly nodded my head.

As I did so, another trickle left me and ran down my leg. I could feel the cold on my legs where streak after streak had oozed out of me and trickled down my leg. Once warm, now cooling on my skin.

“Please remove these Beth?” Graham pleaded, as he slowly pulled the top of my leggings down.

I had a plan, I would remove my leggings and panties at the same time, hiding my wet patches and the embarrassment I was feeling about them. This would mean my pussy would be on display, further than I had intended to go, but I knew this would also feel good so I decided I would do it.

I grabbed my leggings and panties and pulled them off in one go, balling them up, hiding the huge damp patches. God knows what I was going to wear home!

I now sat in front of Graham, legs closed, hiding myself from him, one arm almost covering my breasts and modesty.

“Great, so let’s continue..” Graham said, as he moved away from me and started to suggest positions for the photos.

“OK, let’s put your hands down on the sofa and squeeze your arms into your body a little,” he said.

I did as instructed and could see this had the effect of pushing my breasts closer together, looking bigger and creating cleavage.

I looked down at my hard nipples and my breasts standing out, as this older stranger, Graham looked on at me, clicking and clearly aroused. I was almost losing control. My pussy continued to leak and was now making a small patch on the sofa. I was so turned on but also a little embarrassed.

I saw Graham had noticed the patch, his reaction was to smile, he then also rubbed his own crotch area, his erection was fairly clear in his soft slack trousers.

“Graham, we’re going to have to stop now. I don’t think I can continue, I’m really sorry.” I said.

“But why Beth, is it not fun? Are you not enjoying yourself? Your body seems to be saying otherwise.” Graham smiled as he said this.

“I’ve already gone further than I said, now I don’t know what will happen if we continue,” I said.

I smiled, then added, “I think you can see what’s happening, it does feel lovely but I really don’t want any more pictures. I’m sorry.”

“OK Beth, I understand. I’ll put the camera down, so you can relax. Nothing else will be captured here. But allow me to continue to ask you to pose in a few positions. I’d love to see what you would look like and you can see if you also enjoy it. Can we do that?” Graham asked.

It certainly didn’t fix my arousal or his wet sofa problem, but I thought I should continue for a little longer. It would make Graham happy after my blunt suggestion of stopping and it also meant I could continue enjoying this phenomenal arousal a little longer.

“OK Graham, just a couple more minutes then, OK?” I responded.

“Oh Beth, please just open those legs a little for me. Let me see your beauty.”

Graham pleaded.

I slowly opened my legs, the cool air hit my very moist pussy lips and a wave of lust swept through me. It was ecstasy. I felt more moisture leave me as Graham looked intently at my pussy.

“Please Beth, touch yourself for me,” Graham requested, his left hand now grabbing his cock through his trousers.

“I can’t,” I whimpered.

“Oh Beth, why can’t you?” Graham pleaded.

“Because, well because…Look Graham, if I so much as brush it, then, well I just know that, I just know that it will make me cum, immediately. I’m so close.” I confessed.

“Then let me look at you and cum.” Graham said, as he got on his knees in front of me and started to stroke his cock as he looked at my body.

An animal instinct overtook him as he stroked his cock and used his other hand to stroke under his balls.

His cock was a good size and the way his helmet glistened and pushed forward as he pulled back on it looked so inviting, mouthwatering. His balls hung low and he reacted every time he stroked them.

I opened my legs for him and squeezed my breasts as I watched him masturbate. His breathing got heavier as he jerked faster; he grabbed my breasts.

Instinctively, I put my arm around his head and pulled his face to mine. My mouth wide open, I locked into his and fished around for his tongue with mine. We kissed hard. I felt his hand push against my pussy and his finger found its way inside me.

It was too late. My orgasm had already started and was about to rush through me.

I opened my mouth wider and my head fell further back, my eyes looked up as far as they could. My breathing turned to panting as he inserted first one, then two fingers inside me and pushed his tongue deep into my mouth.

My orgasm rifled through my body, sending gorgeous lust waves all over me, as eventually my orgasm slowly subsided.

“Oh my god, wow, that was incredible,” I managed to pant as I slowly came down, his fingers deep inside me.

I panted deeply for a minute as my orgasm subsided. Graham gently stroked my pussy as I did so.

Graham stood and continued to masturbate, but there was no need for that.

I took his cock in my hand and gently stroked it, softly caressing his balls with my other hand.

“Thank you Graham, that was so gorgeous,” I said. “Now I want you to cum in my mouth.”

I looked up into Graham’s eyes, then took his cock into my mouth, his precum was all over it. He was as turned on as I was and he tasted wonderful.

I sucked him hungrily, stopping occasionally to lick his balls and all over his legs and groin. I wanted to taste him so badly.

After less than a minute of slowly sucking him deeply and gently stroking his balls, they tightened. His body started to become rigid and he was clearly about to cum.

He grabbed his cock and started to masturbate again.

“Open your mouth, Beth. Let me jerk it all into your mouth,” he said as he looked down at me, shuddering.

I obeyed and looked up at him, smiling, waiting for his cum.

It came in thick spurts, seven or eight of them. Over my tongue, on my lips, one went over my cheek as the rest oozed onto my now filled tongue.

I gently swallowed and enjoyed his taste.

Graham then used his cock to scoop a huge blob of cum off my cheek and swept it into my mouth. I smiled as he did so, then grabbed his cock and gave it a few more good sucks. A few more little drops of cum oozed out and I ate them all up.

“Mmm you taste lovely,” I said.

“When can we do this again?”