Sometimes I like to be the center of attention… It isn’t often but every now and then I get that itch to just have eyes on me. At 19 I attended a university that was across the street from an art institute full of bustling future artists and baristas. They taught what I guess people consider a renowned photography course so there were tons of students wandering around this side of town photographing anything they could. Every year though there would be a human anatomy study that was worth a large chunk of whichever semester you took it in. The human anatomy class was well known for having a grading curve that started with the photographer taking mirror shots at the bottom, and having raw nude photography of women at the top. I guess it was to weed out the slackers and to praise those that put in the effort. This caused many sleepless nights for these students due to the sheer difficulty of finding volunteers. Well, at least it did until I came along.
Once per semester, I found I would get the itch to just strip naked and want someone who wasn’t supposed to see me, see me. I have been like that since I discovered my horny side and it has not stopped. I don’t like the risk of people recognizing me so it has always been in private, or if there are photos it is with no face (or as of recently any tattoos). I do not respond to requests and it is entirely on my terms, give me any inkling that you will not listen to me and it is through. That is when the second semester of my first year came in.
I was hard up for cash and one of my friends let me know that there were kids from the photography program that would pay a generous portion of their textbook budget to anyone willing to volunteer for their anatomy shoot. Now I do not usually do things for money but we were coming up to spring break and without it, I would have been stuck binging The Office instead of out enjoying myself, so I figured if they listened to me it would be okay. Besides, I could feel my urges spurring me and was already planning to do something for my roommate’s boyfriend. I got the number from my friend, shot a couple of texts, and the next thing you know I have a time tomorrow set up to meet at this guys’ studio.
Spent the day in class and then took a couple of hours to freshen myself up and get all the bits and pieces in order and off I went. It was established it would be a nude shoot so I just wore sweatpants, a loose top, and a hoodie with no underwear. I get to the studio and the lights are dim but I could tell someone was there. Knock, knock, knock, and like a genie from the bottle, this nervous young man around my age swung the door open. We exchanged pleasantries and walked into the back of the studio and entered a side room labeled “Boudoir Stage”. I did a quick check around and nobody was there, me and the young man discussed what would happen and what he needed for his “vision”. No face, I choose when to start and stop, have vetoing rights to any photos I do not like and he has to ask my permission explicitly if he wants to move me to stage a shot.
Terms were agreed to and he gave me a moment of privacy. My pussy was throbbing and I could not believe I was doing this. Before any lewd photography I did was usually by myself after a night of drinking and snapchatting blurry shots to current/previous partners or whoever I was interested in at the time. I stripped down quickly, sat on a black bench in the middle of the room surrounded by the lighting in front of the camera, and called him back. I told him I was ready and that if he doesn’t make me look good I would break his SD card.
The process began. I was hesitant at first, not out of a lack of desire, but to make it appear that I was reluctant and not enjoying this as much as I was. My skin tingled with giddiness and I could feel the sweat from my thighs lubing the bench. Some of the more lewd poses at the start were things such as arching my with full breast on display and lifted into doggy style but with my cheeks closed so as to not reveal myself too much but still getting a full shot of my behind. By this point, I was worried If I opened my legs it would be a waterfall, my god the feeling of having someone capture my image like that. He asked me most politely if he could “capture more” and I took the hint. I started on my knees with legs spread and looking up as I would if I was giving head, and then climbed onto the bench doggy style and spread as far as I could. Flipping over I stared directly into the camera, spread my legs, and used both hands to open my pussy so that he could capture every inch of me.
I could see through jeans how hard he was, and the shutter from the camera clicking was going mad as if he was going to cum directly through the camera. He was not my type, but I was going to give him a memory he would treasure for the rest of his life. Ushering him in, I asked him to pose me. He ran over, made sure that I was comfortable with it, and then gently shuffled my legs, arms, and back around in many different ways and then ran back and captured his art. He did not seem to get bored of my body but he sure was a gentleman. Around his 12th time back I grabbed his right hand and pressed it to my breast asking him to adjust these for his shots as well. The gentlemanly facade faded fast. Several times he would run back and adjust my breasts, now and then squeezing or twisting the nipple, and when he did I would let out quiet moans. This guy was about ready to cum in his pants.
Finally, I asked him if he wants to witness the human form at its most raw, to pay close attention through the lens. I sat with my legs spread and slowly began to stroke my clit. The shutter was going mad and with the increasing shots, I too went quicker. By this point a light breeze would have made me cum, so I went into my most aggressive mode on my clit, squeezed my nipples, tilted my head back, and let out the most dramatic moan I could while releasing my explosive orgasm.
I’m pretty sure he came too, but being the wide-eyed future professional he was he kept the shutter going. After I let the last remnants of my orgasm pass I gave the signal to cut and he stopped immediately. By this point, I was exhausted and just wanted to go for a nap, so I pulled my clothing back together and walked up to him. He offered to let me peruse through the shots but there were well over 1000 and I did not have the energy to even go through 2. Just work your magic and send me what you’re going to submit, delete the rest. Send me the money, and with a high five for a great session, I went on my way.
About a month later he reached back out to me with the photos he selected fully edited and ready for his portfolio. They were pretty good but nothing too great, I guess he was new to this. He stuck to my parameters and I okayed it for submission. Something that he neglected to tell me however was that the best shots from each student would be printed and put up as an exhibit in the hallways leading to their classroom. The only reason I found this out was through a lovely Snapchat from my friend who had referred me, a shittly filtered shots one by one of all the photos with no nudity, followed by one of me.
Nobody could tell you that was me, and it also wasn’t my last time up on that wall. But I can tell you which shot it was, a tastefully edited one from my explosive climax. Plastered on the wall in 27×40 where at first glance you could only vaguely see my most intimate parts… but if you looked closer one of my nipples being squeezed graced the uppermost portion and good sir robin of the hood could be made out under a finger.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/nxt0an/f_discovering_my_f19_love_for_shutterbugs
Great writing. You should have let him keep all the photos!